Chaotic Nights — Chapter 157. Play

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 4/4

“I don’t want to.”

She had a strong desire to do it, but fear held her back. She looked like a masochist.

“I didn’t request your opinion.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

Jihak laughed at her rebelliousness. But there was no mirth in his eyes.

The Great Prince took her in his arms.

Finally, he opened the shutters to the room.

In the small space beyond the toenmaru, there was a bathtub with hot water.

Jihak threw Eunha directly into the bathtub. The hot water invaded her throat. In a state of panic, Eunha seized Jihak’s hand.

Now she looked like a wet mouse. She was panting heavily.

“Why are you doing this to me!”

His expression was completely emotionless. She liked that he was dominant.

“Do you want to take off your clothes?”

“I know you’re angry with me, but you can forgive me.”

“You’re bold.”

His angry shout echoed in the narrow space. His hands clutched her shoulders, pushing them against the bathtub. A stunned Eunha gazed into his bloodshot eyes.

“I wanted to die. I was so heartbroken over losing you that I couldn’t pass away without seeing your face one last time.”

Now Jihak grasped her chin.

“You shouldn’t have abandoned me.”

She knew Jihak was mad. He cruelly accused her that she had hurt him. But he hoped her eyes would sparkle again.

“How dare you abandon me when you haven’t kept your promise?”

Eunha looked down. She knelt down, clasping her hands together, appearing as though she was about to pray. She had given up everything.

This girl knew how to crush him.

Eunha should look at him. She didn’t want to see his eyes?

Jihak swallowed the words he couldn’t say. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath, the veins in his hands tightening as he clutched her shoulder.

He caressed her cheek. Her wet lashes lifted.

Jihak untied her clothes. She only turned her head, but did nothing else.

Her worn chima jeogori tore because it could not withstand his strength. Her skin was visible through the sheer sokgot. Her skin was warm.

Eunha remained still.

Their gazes became distant.

A large hand pulled her head toward him. His warm breath touched her lips.

His tongue parted her small lips. When the hand that grabbed her breasts moved to her intimate area. Eunha shook her head.

Jihak, who paid no attention to her, ripped off her underwear.

He watched her as she tried to cover herself somehow. Her body had matured strangely in just a few months. Jihak mockingly smiled.

“You said you wanted to fall in love?”

Jihak, wearing only a robe, stepped into the bathtub.

He placed her body against his chest.

“Answer me. Did you say you wanted to fall in love with me?”

She sat on his thighs.

“I dare not love you.”

His eyes softened.

“But you played with me.”

“No.”

He gripped her waist tighter.

“Then what have you done?”

In case he couldn’t have her, then he would destroy her.

“If you didn’t play with me, what would you do?”