Deal Breaker - Chapter 65
Alone Time
At four in the morning, before the sun had even risen. Inside the car racing across the empty bridge over the Han River, Hyeji’s moment of post-nut clarity began.
If this wasn’t reckless acceleration, nothing was.
She had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and when she came to her senses, Hyeji was naked, tangled with Kanghyeon, stomach pressed to his, legs entwined, holding each other tight. The lustful demon that had caused this situation had already left the house, and the awkwardness of two enlightened humans left behind, naked and locking eyes, was unbearable.
The awkwardness right after her first guiding was nothing compared to this.
She had wanted to play the capable secretary who coolly cleaned up after watching, in real time, the awkward aftermath between a man and woman following a one-night stand straight out of a womanizer cliché. Instead, she had become the one-night stand woman who needed to be cleaned up from her superior’s bed, and the awkwardness was now entirely her burden.
Hyeji stared only out the car window. Reflected in the glass, dyed by streetlight glow, was the man’s hand gripping the gear shift.
She had said she would take a taxi, but this man, despite feeling awkward himself, insisted on driving her. Being a good person really was a flaw.
Kanghyeon was silent. Of course, so was Hyeji. The silence was uncomfortable, and she wanted to turn on the radio just to break it, but turning it on for such a short drive would make her look obvious. On top of that, she would have to turn her head toward the driver’s seat, which would make it even more awkward.
Ah, come to think of it, they had exchanged exactly one line after getting into the car.
“Secretary Noh, guess you didn’t get to watch your drama.”
“I can watch it on Setflix.”
And since then, the uncomfortable quiet had continued.
But her head was noisy. The things she had said and done last night replayed at random. There was no pause button.
As if baring her naked body wasn’t enough, she had even told him to touch here and suck there.
Noh Hyeji, have you lost your mind.
And in the end, Hyeji had sucked him off too. Releasing six years’ worth of resentment. All the way.
At first, when he asked why she wanted to do something like that, she thought he disliked it. When she asked him to teach her how, he wouldn’t teach her and told her to look it up on W-tube instead. What the hell. Ridiculous. He acted dissatisfied, then came almost immediately. With a bit of exaggeration, the moment it went into her mouth, he lost it.
But then, how did I end up taking my clothes off too?
The moment the question arose, the answer streamed through her head in real time.
“Haah, ahhng…”
That cloying moaning sound, she really couldn’t stand hearing it. Anyway, she had been lying sideways on the bed, rocking, and every time she moved, the front of her clothes kept covering her chest, so the man who loved b*****s must have found it irritating. The man who had pulled her clothes apart to take her b****t into his mouth and suck suddenly lifted her crumpled skirt.
“Hyeji-ssi, let’s take this off.”
“N-No.”
“Hm? Why not? Take it off.”
“I’ve gained weight lately, my stomach’s sticking out, ah!”
He had easily lifted her skirt and kissed and nuzzled her lower belly with his lips.
“Only makes you cute.”
It wouldn’t be cute if he knew what was inside wasn’t fat but a baby.
A baby. When her thoughts reached that point, Hyeji placed a hand over her lower belly and berated herself.
Noh Hyeji, you’re pregnant. And with this body, how many times did you do it? Are you a nymphomaniac or what.
Honestly, last night’s frenzy of s*x was probably also the fault of pregnancy hormones. Of course, if it hadn’t been for the heat unique to guiding, things wouldn’t have gone this far. Once all of that disappeared, only regret remained.
Baby, you’re fine, right? Baekeok-ee, I’m sorry your mom is such a desire-driven human.
At sunrise, I should go get an ultrasound. Her body felt fine, but she thought she would only feel at ease after seeing that the baby was safe with her own eyes.
Hyeji was stroking her belly when she stopped at the sound of a small sigh beside her.
That man last night had been a complete beast too. Who would have thought the mane she thought was a herbivore for six years was actually a beast.
Her n*****s inside the roughly put-on bra stung. So did the swollen nub between her legs. She hadn’t known that tormenting them too much would make them swell and harden like this. With every step, it throbbed up and down, so she had no choice but to walk slowly, turning into a demure woman against her will.
It felt good while it was happening.
“Secretary Noh.”
Kanghyeon suddenly called her, and Hyeji turned around without thinking. Because the apartment’s underground parking garage was dark, fluorescent light brushed over his face, tinged gray.
In the moment his sharply defined nose bridge gleamed silver, Hyeji flinched as memories surfaced, not only of that nose pressing firmly into her chest, but also of him blatantly rolling her c**t, slick with arousal. She could only hope her own face, surely red-hot, wasn’t visible in the darkness.
“…Yes?”
“Before you go.”
“Yes.”
“The suppressor.”
“Yes?”
“I’d like you to undo it.”
