when the phone rings novel
"Ha, ha..." He bit down on Hee-joo's neck again, one hand gripping her chest. Her skin deformed under his palm, the peak flattened under pressure. Every time he took that slightly raised flesh into his mouth and sucked, her toes curled involuntarily.
"Ha, ha..." Her body twisted under the nearly maddening sensation, feeling his arousal swelling against her thigh. Every moment burned with heat and urgency.
He pulled down Hee-joo's pants, pressing gently at the center of her underwear. Slowly, his fingers explored the slightly parted area.
"Ah...!" In that moment, her scalp heated up.
She kept turning her body as Baek Sa-eon's large frame pinned her down.
"Shh...It's okay." Yet, his actions below were far from gentle. Though his movements were slow, they tore through her without hesitation.
"Ah, uh...!" Hee-joo struggled, twisting her body, but Baek Sa-eon didn't let her go.
"You have no idea how long I've held back..."
"Uh, uh..."
"Someone half-hearted doesn't even deserve to have it—"
Every time his fingers rubbed a certain spot, she was on the verge of tears. It felt entirely different from the sensation, density and pressure when she touched herself.
"Even if it's dirty and disgusting, I rely on power."
"Mm..."
"I'm not allowed to have anything, but there is one thing I want." He added another finger. "Only one thing I want."
"Mm..." His arousal stood firm like a blunt weapon at that moment.
"To take what belongs to others, I even entertained desires I shouldn't have."
"Ah..."
"When I woke up, I realized I was completely captivated, determined to have it no matter what."
Hee-joo panted, almost unable to breathe.
"So, I intended to wait until everything was over to come for you, but now, there's no need."
"..."
"From start to finish, being the bad guy is enough."
The raw desire seemed as if it would burn her entire body to ashes. As a wife, she had never experienced such a gaze.
"I was overreaching, wanting to be a good person."
Just as she stiffened, yet another finger pressed its way in. Her body was continuously being torn apart, and his tongue invaded the inside of her lips.
"Mm..." The unfamiliar sensation filled her senses.
"Hee-joo."
"Mm...!" When he called her name in a low voice, Hee-joo felt an overwhelming pressure, almost unable to breathe. The feeling seemed to pierce from her abdomen straight to her chest.
Hee-joo instinctively opened her mouth almost on the verge of tears. Immediately, a gentle tongue soothingly silenced her cries. His bloodshot eyes stared intently at Hee-joo.
"Fron now on, I'm still a bastard." His suppressed voice escaped amidst his heated breaths.
"But holding back until now—damn, wasn't it worth it?"
"Ha...mm, ugh..." Something that felt like a weapon stirred below her.
"I didn't suppress my feelings to protect you or treasure you. Thinking about it, that was far from mature."
Baek Sa-eon continued his movements at his waist, finally removing his jacket and shirt. What followed revealed his firm chest and abdominal muscles. With every thrust, the defined lines of his pelvis became visible.
"Afraid of overwhelming you this way—" His broad shoulders once again loomed over Hee-joo.
"Afraid that if I made a move, I'd be the one captivated by you first."
The lewd sounds that followed made Hee-joo's entire body flush red.
"You've always dragged me back to my unsettled youth," he said, furrowing one brow and clenching his jaw tightly.
"Made me shameless and greedy."
Their tightly joined lower bodies continuously struck her vulnerable spot.
"Ha...!"
"Made me want to cry."
His rough arousal persistently stimulated her sensitive areas. The quick and deep motions made Hee-joo involuntarily tremble, her ears filled with chaotic noise.
"From the very beginning, it was ominous. I knew I'd fall apart before you would."
"Mm..mm...!"
"I've never had someone like you."
The sensation was overwhelming. Her waist trembled uncontrollably, not knowing what to do. All she could manage was to grip his firm arms tightly. His piercing gaze seemed to cut through everything as he moved with determination, in and out. Her body quivered slightly.
"No one can compare to you."
"...!"
"Yes, I've actually known that for a long time."
"Ha...mm..."
"Hee-joo."
"Ah...mm..." It felt like a scorching piece of iron was moving through her abdomen.
Baek Sa-eon's eyes locked with Hee-joo, his waist moving roughly. She felt as though her body was about to split apart, but every time that happened, his lips would always land softly on her face.
"Mm...mm...!"
"Ha..." With his flickering gaze, he casually brushed aside her falling hair.
Hee-joo's body had grown so numb that even her toes tingled, yet Baek Sa-eon showed no mercy as he continued to push her to her limits.
The wet, sticky sounds. His heavy breaths and muttered curses. The wordless night was soaked in the scent of rain.
At the same time—she wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come, as the night grew deeper and heavier.
Q: "Can you have a one-night stand with your husband?"
A: "Yes, absolutely..."
Upon waking, she felt as if her entire body had been beaten. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but it truly felt like the pain she experienced when she had once fallen. The bruises on her body hadn't even faded, yet he could still get excited over such a battered state. 'Is he a pervert...?'
She shifted slightly under the blanket, immediately catching sight of Baek Sa-eon. He sat at the edge of the bed, his head bowed, motionless. The occasional twitch of his back muscles gave off a sense of threat, but there was also a hint of loneliness in the way his back curved. Hee-joo held her breath, simply watching him silently.
"......"
"......"
She recalled his scorching body heat from the previous night, clinging to her like moisture, suffocating her.
'Stop thinking about it...!'
Just as her cheeks started to flush, her eyes met his dry gaze.
"Did you sleep well?"
"...!"
His voice was completely hoarse. He reached out and gently touched Hee-joo's cheek, the slightly lower-than-usual temperature of his skin instantly bringing her to her senses.
'Honestly, we both went mad last night. He lost it, and so did I...'
Maybe it was because of the storm. After such a crazy night, reality slowly became clearer. Everything had been so intense, so hot, so painful—but that day had passed. It should have passed...
"How are you feeling?"
There was a stinging soreness in places that were hard to mention, but Hee-joo shrugged as if it were nothing.
"Last night..."
Baek Sa-eon frowned. There was a hint of awkwardness in his expression. Was he regretting it? But those chaotic words he had said last night...
"In the middle of it, I suddenly remembered that you were injured..."
"...!"
"So I stopped."
He looked at her directly, his hand caressing her collarbone.
"Meaning we didn't finish."
She couldn't help but get goosebumps. As Hee-joo blinked, his lips were already pressing against her shoulder.
"I'll be away for two days and three nights. There's a forum I need to attend."
"......"
"There's an urgent outdoor briefing, so I've contacted Director Han Joon. Make sure to eat properly while I'm away, and I'm sorry, but I won't be able to accompany you to get your stitches removed tomorrow."
"...!"
Wait, wait. She felt like she heard something strange just now?
"We'll talk when I get back."
His cold gaze fixed on Hee-joo.
"We really need to have a proper conversation."
Yet even with that chill, she felt like she was on the verge of being burned.
Early in the morning, Hee-joo forcefully pushed open the door to the director's office.
"Hello, please come in—"
'I heard you're going to the Blue House briefing?'
Hee-joo didn't even bother with a greeting and got straight to the point. Director Han Joon narrowed his eyes, as if he had expected her to come.
"Actually, I was about to reach out to you as well. We definitely need to talk."
"Assign the sign language interpretation to me!"
"When did you get married?"
Hee-joo paused for a moment in their parallel conversation. Her expression was displeased as she slowly signed.
"...Three years ago."
"Ah, not three months, but a full three years?"
"......"
"Is this some kind of hidden camera prank?"
Han Joon suddenly jumped up from his seat and started looking around. He glanced at the vase, picked up a tissue box, checking for hidden cameras.
"No matter how I think about it, I can't believe this. How could I not know? We've known each other for almost twenty years! I was the only one who could have given a speech at your wedding—you should have invited me—"
"There was no wedding."
"—What?"
"We didn't have a wedding."
Seeing his disappointment growing, Hee-joo quickly explained.
"Isn't his family quite well known? And there was that documentary recently... Plus, it's not like you're poor."
"......"
"Why, did you find out it was his second marriage?"
"Well, it wasn't a second marriage, but it was... a bit..." She hesitated and moved her hands slightly.
"I got married in my sister's place."
"......What?"
"The real bride disappeared the day before the wedding, and I stepped in at the last minute."
"......"
"That's why I didn't tell you."
Hee-joo lowered her head, rubbing her neck. The remnants of last night's passion lingered in her body, and the cold words sparked a reckless impulse. It wasn't right, but a faint hope bubbled up inside her.
At that moment, the director furrowed his brows, as if confronted with a puzzle.
"No way... that guy, just by looking at him..."
He rubbed his chin, swallowing his words. Then, his sharp gaze shot towards Hee-joo.
"Are you okay?"
"What?"
"These three years, have you been okay?"
Even though... it's been spent in helplessness and depression...
"Hee-joo, the way that guy looks is really strange. On TV, he seems rational and calm—perfect for his job, giving a reliable impression. But in person..."
He suddenly stroked his arm, shivering a little.