Chapter 18: Crossing the Line While Asleep

From the moment they got into the car, she had already fallen into a dead sleep.

He lifted the woman lightly in his arms and stepped into the elevator.

The stench of alcohol was strong enough that he worried someone passing by might notice, and without realizing it, he pulled her closer into his chest.

How had things ended up like this.

How had he gotten dragged into such a pathetic gathering.

How had he gone along with such a senseless, idiotic contest.

And how had he ended up stepping into this flawless, unnervingly peaceful place with a completely drunk woman in his arms.

Ding.

The clear chime erased his tangled thoughts in an instant.

Thud. Thud.

Walking into the apartment, Seo-wan dropped the woman onto the living room sofa with a dull thump.

Her flushed face, sleeping without a care in the world, looked absurdly innocent.

She really was something else.

Who was the boss here, and who was the subordinate.

Just looking at her made a strange, itchy heat rise in his chest, and he turned away.

He opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and started gulping it down.

That was when his pupils suddenly dilated as he glanced back toward the sofa.

Ji-won, who had been sleeping peacefully, abruptly sat up and began stripping off her clothes one by one.

What the hell is this now.

“Hey!”

Startled, Seo-wan threw the bottle aside and rushed into the living room, grabbing her arm.

She had already tossed off her knit top and was halfway through pulling up the white T-shirt underneath.

With an irritated expression, she slowly lifted her eyelids.

“Ah, what.

I’m hot.”

“Have you lost your mind.

This isn’t your place.”

“It is my place though.

Who are you, mister.”

“How are you planning to face me tomorrow after this.

You think you can handle it.”

“Huh.

What face.

Your face is bad luck.”

Ignoring him completely, she squirmed again and started rolling her T-shirt up.

“Seriously.

Who are you trying to ruin here.”

— *Once she’s drunk, her habit is really something.

A real menace.* —

So this was what Hwang Seong-il had meant by menace.

Grinding his teeth, Seo-wan seized Ji-won’s wrist with force.

“It’s hot!”

“Endure it.”

“Ugh, I’m hot!

I’m thirsty!”

“Endure it, will you.”

“Give me water!

Waaater!”

“What is wrong with you.

Ha.”

She whined endlessly, like a child.

Where had the tough, confident, spirited Song Ji-won gone, and where had this unruly menace come from.

With a long sigh, Seo-wan picked up the water bottle from the table.

“Hey.

Drink this— no, why are you lowering it again.”

The moment he let go, she started unzipping her jeans.

Seo-wan sucked in a sharp breath in disbelief.

She was completely uncontrollable.

Unless he tied her arms and legs, there was no stopping this.

After all, who could stop someone from undressing themselves.

In the end, giving up, he pulled his hands away and took off his coat.

Struggling pointlessly with someone so much smaller than him had made him overheat too.

He tossed the coat aside and turned his head.

She had already undone the buckle of her pants and was staring at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Why’d you stop.

Keep going.”

He deliberately spoke in a calm voice.

At that, her gaze shifted, and a red flush spread across her cheeks.

“You pervert.

Who are you to tell me to undress or not.”

“And who exactly is acting like an exhibitionist right now.”

“Don’t look.

What are you looking at.”

“What do you think.

Weren’t you undressing to be looked at.”

“You— you bastard.

You really are a pervert.”

Clutching her chest with both hands like she’d been wronged, she shouted at him.

Seo-wan let out a hollow laugh.

“Pervert.”

With a stiff expression, he enunciated every word clearly.

“Listen carefully, Officer Song Ji-won.

Even if you stripped naked and jumped me right now, I wouldn’t feel a thing.

I don’t pick up whatever’s lying on the floor just because I’m hungry.

I am not some pervert who’d get turned on by a virgin nutcase like you.”

“…Virgin.”

As she listened, Ji-won’s face suddenly flushed bright red.

Judging by the obvious change in expression, that word had hit a nerve.

So simple.

Her emotional swings over a few words were like those of a kindergarten kid.

Her reddened face burned as she suddenly raised her voice.

“Yeah!

I’m a virgin!

But that doesn’t mean virgins are all innocent!

Don’t look down on me!

I’m super messed up and really promiscuous!

Got it?

Who are you to talk, you uptight guy who probably hasn’t even done it!”

…Done it.

He didn’t even have the energy to respond.

What kind of conversation was he having with a completely wasted drunk.

“Fine.

Go on being promiscuous.

Very fitting for a virgin.”

He set the water bottle down.

And Ji-won suddenly started undressing again.

She tugged her jeans down and then pulled her T-shirt over her head, leaving herself in nothing but underwear.

“No reaction.

Not turned on.

What, are you impotent?

Why aren’t you turned on when someone’s stripping?

Why.

Why aren’t you.”

What kind of tantrum was this now.

Overwhelmed, Seo-wan pressed his fingers against his temple.

He had no idea how to deal with this mess.

Deciding to stop engaging, he turned away.

That was when Ji-won grabbed his hand and blocked his path.

This menace.

Seriously.

Just as he was about to pick her up and throw her back onto the sofa—

she suddenly grabbed his collar with both hands, rose onto her toes, and smashed her lips against his.

“…!”

Seo-wan froze in shock at the collision-like contact.

Could this even be called a kiss.

It was more like childish horseplay than anything resembling one.

Unable to believe the situation, he lowered his gaze.

Eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed awkwardly against his, was the unmistakable face of a total virgin panicking beneath his chin.

Even as the sheer absurdity left him speechless, his eyes caught on her long, curled lashes.

Below them, her peach-tinted cheeks dusted with fine down, her pale neck.

Her shallow breaths made her slender shoulders tremble.

All of it was vividly clear in his vision.

A strange agitation stirred in eyes that had never easily wavered.

In an instant, a heat he couldn’t explain rationally surged up.

His throat tightened with tension, yet time seemed to slow.

The air thick with something indecent made it hard to breathe—

And then the body pressed against his lips tilted.

Her soft hair brushed his chin, carrying a faint shampoo scent.

Thud.

Her limp body collapsed straight into his arms.

Instinctively, he moved to catch her back and waist—then froze, hands suspended midair.

Soft, even breathing filled his chest.

With her forehead buried against him, she fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

What was more unbelievable than what she’d done was what was happening below his waist.

When he glanced down, the unmistakable shape pressing against his pants was obvious.

It was absurd.

Getting hard from a clumsy, virgin-level lip collision.

His tightly sealed lips parted, and a hot, bitter breath escaped.

Seo-wan bit down hard on his own lips, as if trying to punish them.

The soft mattress supporting her back.

The crisp blanket against her bare skin.

The heavy scent of wood in the air.

The warmth brushing her body.

And the quiet silence wrapping around her mind.

Every single one of those things felt wrong.

Deeply wrong.

Her eyes flew open.

An unfamiliar scene flooded her vision.

This wasn’t just unfamiliar—it was completely unknown.

Not her cluttered room filled with glow-in-the-dark star stickers and childhood photos, but a space that was excessively clean and oddly empty.

A room she’d never seen in her life.

A room she didn’t remember at all.

Ji-won jolted upright.

The goose-down blanket slid away, revealing her pale, bare skin.

She was naked.

Completely.

Her face drained as she slapped both hands over her open mouth in horror.

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