Chapter 90. What Are We? (9)

Translator: Aura

Lee-Seob lunged at her. She thought he grabbed her tightly, but what he grabbed was the bottom of her sweatshirt. He pulled the oversized garment off her with incredible ease. She barely managed to hold on to her camisole, which was so thin that her skin could be seen. However, that was all. Lee-Seob carried her like a child, his arms wrapped under her bottom.

‘Hey, Director.’

Before she could call out to him, he gently placed her on the bed and swiftly removed her sweatpants completely.

Minkyung screamed and flailed her legs. She raised her upper body halfway only to be gently pushed back down. With her back flat on the bed, she opened her eyes and saw Lee-Seob’s face right in front of her. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Ha.”

Minkyung let out a short breath, while Lee-Seob took a deep breath. Their eyes met mere inches apart. She thought he wouldn’t hold back in this dominant position, but Lee-Seob took a moment to catch his breath as he watched her face. Then he smirked and cupped a hand around her cheek.

“Why were you so rude a moment ago?”

“That’s not true, Director.”

Minkyung responded as she tried to free her hands, but he held them more firmly. With both hands secured above her head, he lowered his lips to her cheek. He kissed her on her cheek, then on her ear.

“Someone who isn’t rude wouldn’t force their superior to expose their lower body like this, right?”

“You pretended to be in a lot of pain.”

“That doesn’t excuse you.”

Lee-Seob bit her earlobe, then pushed his wet tongue into her ear. Minkyung shrank her neck and squirmed. His tongue slid from her ear to her neck. He showered her with kisses until he went down to her collarbone.

It hurt, it tickled, it felt hot, but she couldn’t escape because her hands were held. Her back arched repeatedly, and her breathing became ragged.

“Di-Director.”

“Tell me.”

Lee-Seob answered sweetly as he bit her collarbone. Although it would surely leave red marks, he bit and sucked without hesitation. Minkyung let out a moan and squirmed further. Her camisole rode up little by little.

“I don’t think I can.”

Lee-Seob held her wrists with his left hand, then slid the other under her camisole. He caressed and squeezed her firm breasts.

“Ahh.”

Minkyung gasped. The bra she wore today was extremely flimsy. She preferred thin, unpadded bras as they were more comfortable. Since it was a day when she was at home, she had on her thinnest, softest bra.

Every time he ran his hand across her bra-covered breasts, he pinched her hardened nipples.

“Good girl.”

“Huh?”

“You wore something so pretty.”

“No, it’s not… ugh.”

Before she could explain, he scratched her nipple with his fingernail. Her mouth opened on its own at the sharp sensation. As she tried to catch her breath, he gently lifted her bra. He rubbed her nipples and pinched them. She felt as if the tips of her breasts were on fire, so she shook her head wildly,

“You don’t like it?”

“Hmm.”

“Does it hurt?”

Minkyung nodded. It was a different sensation than pain, but that was the closest way to describe it. He withdrew his hand and ran his fingers over her thin camisole.

“Ugh.”

Minkyung let out another moan.

“What? Does this hurt too?”

“Yes.”

His fingers traced a circle, then stopped.

“It all hurts…”

He looked down at her flushed face, and immediately his mouth curved into a smile,

“Or actually, it doesn’t hurt at all.”