Deal Breaker - Chapter 61

“Haa…”

Tightening, then loosening. Drawing him in, then swallowing him whole. The rippling of her soft inner walls sent scorching waves of pleasure crashing over Kanghyeon. Why is it so hot? Despite how much her wetness had soaked his length—enough to have it running down the s***t in slick trails—she felt tighter than usual, her passage narrow and snug.

Below his waist was bliss, but above wasn’t the same. Kanghyeon, head bowed, silently watched as Hyeji moved faster on top of him, her hips working with determined rhythm, and finally asked,

“Who’s picking you up afterward?”

“Uh, no one?”

Only then did she lift her head, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. Was it because the question was so random? Or because she’d been caught? The suppressor almost felt pointless.

‘Noh Hyeji. You’ve been strange lately.’

She, who rarely touched her phone at work, now looked at it every chance she got, smiling faintly to herself. And whenever Kanghyeon appeared, she’d hurriedly put her phone away, her expression snapping shut like a locked box. As if she had something—someone—to hide.

“Then I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to, haa, it’s fine.”

“Why? Going somewhere else?”

Hyeji froze, mid-movement. What’s with the Director today? He was acting odd, his words unusually sharp-edged, asking questions he’d never asked before.

“It’s late. Where else would I go? I’ll go home and watch dramas.”

‘That ‘home’ isn’t your boyfriend’s place, is it?’

Kanghyeon said nothing more, his mouth closing tight.

It wasn’t just Hyeji’s behavior that had changed. She’d always worn neat, fitted business suits, but lately she only wore airy, flowing dresses. They’re clothes she’d never touched before. Her hairstyle was the same, her makeup unchanged, and yet… her whole appearance had shifted. Softer, somehow.

In short, she’d always been beautiful, but now she was stunning.

There was only one conclusion he could draw from her sudden transformation.

‘Does she… have a man now?’

Even if she did, work was work, and guiding was guiding. This was nothing more than that.

So why did it feel so miserable?

Even during guiding, Hyeji was doing things she never used to. She wasn’t taking him fully inside, not even halfway. She always loved when he pressed against the deepest part of her, but now, every time the tip of his head even so much as grazed her cervix, she pulled away immediately.

‘Why? You feel guilty for that man? Yeah… I guess I’d feel guilty too…’

The bitter feeling clung to him stubbornly, like her slick walls clinging to his most sensitive, vulnerable part.

Even the way she squeezed him was different. As soon as he slid even a little deeper, she clenched tightly around him, gripping his s***t with her inner muscles, and began to roll her hips. The crown of his manhood, crowded with nerve endings, rubbed and dragged against the textured inner walls, and each time—

“Hah… I’m losing my mind.”

Kanghyeon couldn’t hold back a groan. Hyeji gave a small laugh. She’s laughing? Here he was, driven to the brink of climax, and she was calm, collected, teasing. Irritating.

‘Noh Hyeji. Did you learn this one on W-tube too?’

This was supposed to be just guiding, but the way she was having s*x with him felt infuriating.

‘Practicing on me so you can use it on someone else?’

Han Kanghyeon, it’s none of your business.

Maybe the strange one wasn’t her—it was him. Kanghyeon bit his lip hard and closed his eyes. The bed creaked beneath them, her body bouncing on top of him, moving with earnest effort. Her determined hips, rising and falling, burned into his mind like a brand seared onto the inside of his eyelids.

Whatever this is to you, to me this is only guiding.

He repeated it in his head like a mantra. That was when something touched his forehead.

Opening his eyes, Kanghyeon’s heart skipped a beat. Hyeji had pressed her forehead to his. Her nose brushed against his lightly, barely touching.

Her breathing was ragged, her lips slightly parted, tongue peeking out between them. That red, wet flesh slipped out further, licking her own lips. The memory of her mouth wrapped around the head of his member, her tongue teasing the slit, hit him vividly. Viscerally.

Kanghyeon’s hands shot up, gripping her waist.