Absolute Threshold — Chapter 37. React

Translator: Atlas

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Jumi continued,

“I guess you’re not as bad a person as I thought. Director Jung.”

“What?”

“Yes. You don’t even hit me.”

“Why are you worried about that? Did someone hit you?”

“……”

“Did your father hit you when you were little? I don’t think so.”

He sounded convinced. He was someone close to her father.

“Punches are law in mafia life. Because there’s nothing as quick as a punch to defeat an opponent. That’s what I’ve seen all my life.”

“That’s true.”

He gently brushed Jumi’s neck with his fingers. Her eyes smiled. Jumi was tense even as the warm hand caressed her face.

“Don’t worry. If I wanted to hit you, I would have.”

“…Thank you.”

Yoongyo smiled when he saw her bite her lower lip. A mischievous expression appeared on his face.

“The hospital director’s son is a fool.”

She didn’t understand his words. He placed his hand on the back of her neck. His face was glued to her nose, she couldn’t do anything. She felt a tingling in her nose. It felt like her heart had turned into a honey-coated date. She had been informed that emotions tend to become tangled during pregnancy. She struggled to manage the overwhelming feelings she was going through and sought to regain her composure.

“What doctor forgets his patients because he wants to steal women?”

“He simply approached me to greet me.”

“And woman expecting another man’s child.”

He was sure. His intuition was never wrong.

“I should do something.”

Now she knew what that mischievous laugh meant. This was a person who had a special ability to intimidate others. Her w#ist instinctively moved back, but he pull#d her back all at once. She felt herself lose her strength.

“The doctor told me not to strain.”

“There’s no problem. Just don’t react.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t know, but in this situation…”

“The outcome hinges on your decision.”

“It doesn’t really pr#voke me.”

“Don’t you know the story where Wonhyo drank water from a skull?”

“What does that story have to do with this…?”

It appeared as though he was playfully taunting her.

He gently plac#d her on his th*ghs. He corrected the position of her hand so that the IV line on the back of her hand would not get tangled, then began k#ssing her.

She, who accepted his t#ngue, hugged his wa#st with her l#gs. She was more comfortable.

“Ah…”

A m*an escaped her. She couldn’t bear his kiss#s. His thick t*ngue probed slowly but deeply. His hands gr*bbed her br#asts. While normally it looked like he wanted to sn#tch them away, today it just looked like he wanted to prove they w#re his. In the past she was try*ng to catch her br#ath, but this time the @ct was sw*et.

He uncl#sped her br# to stimulate her br#asts easier. His warning that she would not re#ct seemed impossible from the start. Her n#ppl*s grew taut.

“Mmm…”