Chapter 64. The Sound Youth Makes When It Drowns (20)

The unexpected doorbell startled her, and as she flinched, the man behind her gave a soft, muffled groan.

A hand was draped over her chest, warm skin against her back, and a heavy fullness still lodged deep inside her—she couldn’t even think straight.

“Haah, who’s here this early in the morning?”

He asked while gently kneading her soft breast, still tender from sleep.

“What are you….”

“I was cleaning you up after last night, but you were just so pretty. I started licking and before I knew it—I slipped it in. Honestly, I even started moving, but you didn’t wake up. That kind of hurt my pride, you know?”

He nipped at her earlobe and added with a playful pout, “Seriously, I’m offended.”

“Liar…! Haa, someone’s actually outside. Let me go check.”

“Just ignore it. They’ll leave eventually.”

Jaeheon grabbed her shoulder just as she tried to escape the bed and pinned her down with his knee, bending her over the mattress. Watching his shaft slide in and out of her entrance, he continued thrusting.

Maybe it was the way her soft flesh rubbed against him—but the sensation was sinfully good. Eunkyo buried her face in the pillow to stifle the sounds.

He was still too much for her—but the pleasure was undeniable. Just lying there, she felt like she was floating off a cliff on a swing.

*Ding-dong!*

‘Who the hell is it at this hour…?’

The bell rang again. It wasn’t just someone passing by—they had come with intent. If it wasn’t family, it could only be him—Kim Haeda.

Eunkyo suddenly remembered her phone, which she had turned off the night before. If only it were in her hand now, she could check it. Ah… A mix of urgency and pleasure made her feel like she was falling apart. Jaeheon, slowly thrusting into her hips, began to speed up.

The wet sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her gasping moans. Right before climax, he again pulled off the condom and thrust between her soaked thighs, grinding hard.

*Ding-dong!*

“What could that be?”

She thought he might’ve cursed, but she couldn’t quite hear it. It was Jaeheon who was moving, but she was the one completely drained.

“I’ll go check.”

He kissed her cheek and temple softly before heading into the living room.

He looked at the intercom screen in her place. When the face appeared, a cold twist curled at the corner of Jaeheon’s lips.

“It’s a guy.”

“A guy?”

“It’s hard to tell who from the intercom… but let’s just pretend we’re not here.”

Smiling like it was nothing, he returned to the bed and pulled her into his arms before she could get up again.

“I’ll go check.”

“No. Don’t go.”

“Why are you being like this…?”

“You think I’m being clingy? I just want more, sunbae.”

“Ha.”

He knew the face on the screen. Of course he did.

He didn’t know why Lee Dohyun was here so early in the morning, but he guessed the guy was probably on his way to find her at the café.

What had annoyed Jaeheon the most when he met Eunkyo again was how thoroughly she was still covered in Dohyun’s presence—his scent, his aura.

The habit of smiling with just his eyes, the cool air he brought with him like a brief summer rain. The subtle sigh hidden behind every gentle smile.

If Lee Dohyun was the type to suppress his desires, then Jung Eunkyo was someone completely devoid of them. They say writers leave traces of themselves in their work—

But no matter how much Jaeheon read her stories, he couldn’t find her in them.

He covered her ears with both hands, leaving her giggling at his strange behavior. Only after the presence at the door had disappeared did he finally let her go.

She scrambled out of bed, hit the intercom, and checked the screen. Then, without hesitation, opened the front door.

A heavy, humid breeze rolled into the bedroom, carrying with it the scent of cigarettes. Today, there was also a hint of fresh cologne mixed in—and Eunkyo’s expression hardened.

To think someone could shake her just with a smell.

Jaeheon was angry, but he hid it behind a bitter smile.

He already knew.

“Do you know who it was?”

Jaeheon asked as she walked back into the room, trying to smile while shrugging her shoulders. Instead of answering, she went to the fridge.

Finding it empty, she paused for a moment and asked,

“Do you… have plans today?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

He said it half-jokingly. After all, Eunkyo never initiated things like that.

But this time, he was wrong.

“Yeah. Go on a date with me today. My vacation starts today.”