Chapter 31. Lee Jaeheon (11)

Her reason, which had melted away in heat, briefly solidified again.

“No… please.”

Startled, she tried to pull her hand away, but this time he grabbed her chin. With firm strength, he gripped it and pulled. His intense eyes and sharply defined brows came close—and then her lips were devoured by his.

This place… what was he thinking…?

Shocked, Eunkyo pushed against his chest. Just when she thought their lips had parted, he closed the distance again, and his thick tongue invaded her mouth.

Even amidst the chaos, Jaeheon’s voice echoed around her. He recited a poem—probably from a poet whose name she no longer remembered—reverberating painfully in her mind.

She bit his invading tongue and lips hard enough to draw blood. But in doing so, she accidentally bit her own lip, and the metallic taste of blood rushed over her tongue.

“Haa, fuck… you’re bleeding, sunbae.”

Only then did he pull back, annoyed, running his thumb over her bleeding lip.

“Why are you… doing this to me?”

Eunkyo could barely breathe, overwhelmed with despair.

Yes, what she was feeling now was unmistakably despair.

She had reached a point where she couldn’t even get angry at this boy who behaved so recklessly, so rudely. She was trapped by an urge she clearly couldn’t control.

As he rubbed the corner of her bleeding lips, another curse spilled from his mouth.

“Fuck… You’re looking at me like you’re fucking in love—how am I supposed to stay sane?”

“Stop, there are people—”

“That’s why we’re getting out of here.”

You’re crazy, Jung Eunkyo.

This time, her body moved as he pulled her along. Cutting through the flashy lights of the screen, he strode up the stairs and flung the exit door open.

From darkness to light.

The overwhelming impulse began to settle, reason returned—briefly—but it was no use.

Staff members, stunned to see them appear so suddenly, closed the door again in confusion.

Being dragged by the wrist, her face half-covered with her hand, Eunkyo dug her heels in in front of the emergency exit.

“This isn’t right. W-Wait, just let me think—!”

“You liked my voice that much? You looked at me like that? You know what I was thinking when I recorded that line?”

He pulled her toward the exit, grabbed her nape tightly, and muttered with his lips nearly touching hers.

“I was thinking, I want to cum on your face, sunbae. You looked at me like you were practically licking me with your eyes—I honestly thought you were in love with me. Fuck, there’s a limit to how wrong someone can be, right?”

Bang.

He threw the door open, and it slammed against the opposite wall. Jaeheon, as if pulled by gravity, walked in and crushed her lips with his again. It was the kind of kiss that felt like being eaten whole.

Just before the door closed again, she thought she caught eyes with a few people in the hallway. Eunkyo bent her neck and back as far as she could as his strength pushed her backward. The two fire doors opened, and the dark stairwell lit up.

He cursed at the musty, damp smell, then dragged her down one flight of stairs and hit the real elevator button this time.

Frustrated, he unbuttoned his collar, pulled at his ear, and caught his breath.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were dangerously sharp.

“What, you think this is crazy? Yeah, it is. I’ve lost it. You know why? Because I’m young. Fuck, I’m young. So how about you just give in, sunbae.”

She wanted to ask if he was out of his mind—but no words came. No matter how much she tried to push him away, Jaeheon didn’t budge.

Every time she exhaled, it felt like tears were about to fall, and her head spun.

When the elevator finally arrived, she was pulled through basement levels one, two, and three—where his car was parked.

With a click, the backseat opened, and she was nearly thrown inside. Her vision was instantly filled with Jaeheon.

“W-Wait…!”

Her chin lifted, teeth clashed. A sharp pain echoed through her skull, but the harsh sound of the door slamming shut left her disoriented.

He sucked on her lips and tongue, shamelessly, pulling her close by the waist and sitting her on his thigh. Her palms touched his chest, rock-solid like stone. Between her legs, even through several layers of fabric, she felt his erection press into her.

Even with all those layers, the sensation was vivid. It was nothing like what she’d imagined. The bulge under his clothes felt like a weapon.

Grinding against her, he let out a low curse.

“Fuck… I could cum from kissing alone. You still don’t believe me? Do I look sane to you right now? Just once—can’t you give in?”