Chapter 22: The Dream He Couldn’t Forget

Go Yi-jae shook her head with difficulty.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“…Ah, you’re not easy, Go Yi-jae.”

Chae Ju-han sucked on her lips. He alternated between her upper and lower lip before biting down on the lower one. Then he traced the imprint of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, as if being deliberately spiteful.

“Your pants are soaked through, and you’re telling me the inside of that little hole isn’t itching? You know I’ll f*ck you properly, all the way through. You know I’ll fill every inch of you, and you’re still going to hold back? You don’t want my c*ck?”

“Haa… then I’ll let you c*me instead.”

“Haha.”

At her generous offer, Chae Ju-han burst out laughing. Then he leaned close and whispered into her ear.

“And how well are you going to let me c*me?”

“…”

“All of it? Right down to squeezing every drop out of my b*lls?”

He sucked leisurely on her burning earlobe and shifted positions. Before she realized it, Yi-jae was seated on his thigh, and his c*ck protruded between her legs. The glossy, rounded head stared straight back at her.

“Yi-jae, if you keep staring like that, people will think you want to suck it.”

“…That was just a dream.”

“Squeeze your thighs.”

His low voice vibrated against the back of her neck. A large hand pressed against the outside of her thighs, forcing them together.

As she tensed her legs, the thick sh*ft slid up and down between them through their clothes. The skin rubbed raw against the fabric, growing redder by the second.

Yet Chae Ju-han paid no attention to that. He buried his nose in the back of her neck and inhaled deeply.

“It was a dream that felt sweeter than reality. That’s how I know. I had one hell of a shitty dream.”

“You have nightmares?”

“I don’t know. Calling it a nightmare feels too dramatic.”

“What kind of dream?”

If he called it ordinary, then perhaps it was. And once upon a time, Yi-jae had spent very ordinary days with him.

Chae Ju-han covered her hand with his and wrapped her fingers around the head of his c*ck. It pulsed in her palm, rubbing insistently against her skin. Yi-jae unconsciously tightened her grip.

“Doesn’t matter. Just some unpleasant dream that felt too real.”

“If you just tell me- ah- ”

He bit her lip. It was as though he had no intention of continuing the conversation, as if he meant to push every word she tried to speak back down her throat.

“Yi-jae. Go Yi-jae. Curiosity can get you killed.”

“…People die anyway.”

“Ah, really?”

Chuckling quietly, he slid a hand beneath her clothes.

The strange, cool sensation brushing her waist made her stomach tighten involuntarily.

She tensed, worried his hand might move higher and grab her b*east. Instead, he kissed the back of her neck and used his other hand to tilt her chin downward so she had no choice but to look between her legs.

“You should look. You’re so good at keeping promises, aren’t you, Go Yi-jae?”

“I… I am looking.”

“Can you see it? The c*ck leaking for you. It’s so hard it’s about to burst, just waiting to be shoved inside you. And you’re still telling me not to? Go Yi-jae?”

“…”

“Do I have to show you how to have s*x without putting it in? Is that what it’ll take for you to come to your senses?”

“Ah!”

He moved against her through their clothes, pressing harder. The seam of her pants dug against her cl*t over and over.

The sensation was unbearable.

And exciting.

His movements grew more obscene by the second, until it felt like her mind itself was going soft.

Her body grew hotter and hotter. More fluid gathered at the tip of his c*ck, glistening whenever it slipped free from between her thighs.

“Hah… so then… what… dream?”

“A dream where I kept smiling like an idiot. In that dream, I think I was crazy. I don’t know what I was so happy about.”

For some reason, Yi-jae could picture it perfectly.

The old Chae Ju-han had smiled a lot.

He carried himself like a man who’d become numb to everything life could throw at him, smiling easily even when nothing special happened.

And whenever he was around Yi-jae, he smiled even more.

She knew because she’d hidden near the club more than once just to watch him. He always seemed relaxed, but around her, he softened even further.

So Yi-jae became certain that she had appeared in that nightmare of his.

Maybe he didn’t consciously know it.

But perhaps, somewhere beneath it all, he remembered her.

Even after forgetting.

It was ridiculous.

Completely impossible.

The man holding her this tightly couldn’t even recognize her, and yet she was imagining that some unconscious part of him still remembered her.

It was fantasy.

“Hng.”

“That’s why it’s a shitty dream.”

The pressure between her legs intensified. His hips moved harder beneath her.

Their soaked clothes stuck together, and every movement produced a wet, obscene sound.

Her empty body clenched around nothing, spilling only warmth and slickness. Even worse, she could feel herself pulsing against the fabric of her underwear, as if trying to swallow something that wasn’t there.

If she could, she felt as though she’d devour the c*ck trapped beneath the thick fabric.

“Haa… Go Yi-jae.”

He was just as a*oused.

His hot breath scattered against the back of her neck. His heated hand squeezed her b*east through her clothes. The soft flesh yielded beneath his touch, clinging to his fingers.

He pinched the t*p, making her arch upward, only to trap her again against the hard pressure between her legs.

“Ah! Please!”

Every th*ust of pressure stole her breath.

He squeezed her breast, released it, twisted the hardened t*p, released it again, tormenting her until she trembled.

“Ah!”

She couldn’t hold out any longer.

Yi-jae rubbed herself desperately against him. Frantic fingers fumbled with buttons and zippers, driven beyond reason by the thick barrier of clothing.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

Unable to endure the pleasure any longer, she clung to his arm and pleaded.

“Ah… please… I…”

She yanked her pants down to her knees, and his c*ck sprang forward against her.

She couldn’t wait anymore.

She simply sat down on him and moved her hips.

At some point her underwear had vanished, and her b*easts bounced before her eyes.

Reflected in the dark wall opposite them, her e*ect n*pples and full b*easts swayed in a lewd silhouette.

“Haa… ah…”

The wet sounds of a*ousal and her breathless m*ans blended together.

Then she noticed the office door.

“So you’re the one who climbed on top all worked up.”

“Hngh…”

“Trying to cover your mouth? Worried someone outside might hear?”

Only then did she realize the sounds could carry beyond the door.

She covered her mouth with one hand, but Chae Ju-han gripped her waist and th*ust upward, bending her backward.

“Ah!”

“Still have room to worry, Go Yi-jae?”

“Hk!”

Her underwear tore apart.

Just like that.

At last, she felt her body respond with desperate joy. Every part of her seemed to reach greedily for him.

She wanted him.

She needed him.

But she no longer had the strength to lift herself and take him inside.

So she grabbed his thighs and looked up at him.

“Please. Please.”

“Use your words, Go Yi-jae.”

He knew exactly what she wanted.

But he remained maddeningly calm.

She rubbed herself against the thick s*aft, twisting her hips as she looked up at him. Veins stood out along his neck.

He was at his limit too.

“Please? Chae Ju-han?”

“Haa.”

“Chae Ju-haan…”

A large hand clamped over her mouth.

As if she were about to reveal some terrible secret.

His hot hand gripped her jaw.

Their bodies ground together.

The friction between them grew savage, slick sounds bubbling between skin and heat.

“Ah! Ah!”

Her body jolted violently.

His r*lease spilled over her bare skin.

The smell of s*x filled the room.

Then his hand spread the warmth across her pale body.

“Ah…!”

She wanted to tell him to stop.

But her body had become too sensitive. Every touch made her tremble.

The table beneath her was hard, but she still writhed helplessly.

It felt as though her brain had melted from the heat.

Maybe it was already leaking from her ears.

Her body was too sensitive.

She couldn’t move.

Every breath brought another wave of unbearable pleasure.

“Hngh…”

“I didn’t even put it in. If I had, you wouldn’t even be able to breathe.”

“Hngh…”

She could only clutch his forearm.

The pleasure had burned every coherent thought out of her head.

She knew he hadn’t entered her.

But she could have sworn he had.

She could have sworn he’d pierced her and reached the deepest part of her.

Tears rolled down her face.

The large man bent over and licked them away.

He was smiling.

“Go Yi-jae. Stay put and wait for me.”

What…?

She needed to ask what he meant.

But her consciousness was already fading.

She heard someone knocking at the door.

Chae Ju-han was moving away from her.

She needed to reach out and stop him…

But darkness swallowed her first.

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