Chapter 4: My First Love Returned Without His Memories

Chae Ju-han had never been this kind of person. Where on earth had he learned to say such trashy things?

“That’s pretty bitchy.”

“Pardon?”

“Right. Dogs are cute.”

“…Pardon?”

Yi-jae tried to figure out what he meant, then decided to forget it. Nonsense was just nonsense.

The rapidly changing situation left her dizzy, but at least the incident appeared to be over. If Chae Ju-han had taken his employee’s side, this could have turned into a long, ugly fight.

Arguing right and wrong with gangsters was dangerous business; it wasn’t something that could be settled with logic alone. For people like them, fists came before the law.

“Twenty million.”

“What?”

“Your debt.”

“…D-debt? Mine?”

“The club’s revenue loss from today’s incident is unavoidable. Appropriate compensation for damages: twenty million won.”

Her jaw dropped.

What kind of daylight robbery was this? At this rate, they’d take her ears along with her nose.

She’d thought throwing the woman out meant the matter was settled. Instead, it was a declaration. One that left no room for negotiation.

“My bouquet didn’t… This is ridiculous.”

“What if it is? Around here, fists move faster than the law.”

“…”

“And honestly, I’d say I’m being pretty reasonable.”

In other words, What exactly are you going to do about it?

As long as she lived in this neighborhood, she couldn’t escape Chae Ju-han’s influence. If the club stopped doing business with her flower shop, it would be enough to cripple it.

And it wasn’t exactly strange for a gangster who practically controlled the neighborhood to shake people down.

So why did it hurt?

Even though the Chae Ju-han who had treasured Go Yi-jae no longer existed.

No. He’d been gone for a long time.

“Of course, there is another way.”

Chae Ju-han still wore only the robe and pants, looking as though he might head straight back to bed at any moment. The half-naked man appeared vulnerable.

But in reality, he was simply confident.

He knew no one could touch him.

This was a man who could stab others in the back and then demand compensation for hurting his hand. A man who could make outrageous demands and call himself reasonable afterward.

The thing inside that handsome exterior was a gangster with a black heart.

“I’ll erase the debt.”

“…And?”

“I’ll add another thirty million. Cash.”

“…What’s the catch?”

It was true that Chae Ju-han had once treated Go Yi-jae well.

It was also true that he was a ruthless gangster.

Just now, with a few words, he’d saddled her with a debt and then offered her a fortune.

A proposal from a man like that should be treated as dangerous by default.

Because there was no way it was a legitimate offer.

Every alarm in her body screamed, It’s a trap.

Chae Ju-han walked around the desk and sat on the same table he’d been lying on earlier. He placed both hands on the black marble surface, and somehow the atmosphere grew even more suggestive. Yi-jae turned her head away.

Then he leaned forward.

His lips brushed the edge of her ear.

The low whisper made every fine hair on her body stand on end.

“Do it.”

She had definitely heard him.

Yet she felt as though she hadn’t.

Her eyes widened.

She desperately wished she’d misheard.

A violent shiver raced down her spine, and cold sweat suddenly broke out across her forehead.

None of this felt real.

And yet her body was reacting to every word he said.

“I mean, let’s have s*x.”

Chae Ju-han repeated himself, driving the point home.

Goosebumps prickled across the back of her neck.

A dizzying sensation shot down her spine.

No.

She hadn’t misheard him.

Which only made it worse.

Chae Ju-han had just asked her to sleep with him.

He had always maintained a certain distance from her.

Even after she became an adult, he’d insisted on acting like the only grown-up between them. Every time something unspoken began to emerge between them, he’d smothered it before it could take shape.

“Hmm?”

Chae Ju-han smiled, his eyes curving gently.

His voice was soft.

As though he were trying to soothe her.

Thump.

Thump.

Her heart pounded.

This was something she’d wanted for so long.

Every time he’d sat beside her, she’d swallowed nervously.

Whenever he casually patted her head, her ears had burned red.

Whenever he smiled after a drink, she’d secretly thrilled at the sight.

Everything about him had been special to her.

She had wanted to become someone important to him.

She had wanted him to understand that she wasn’t a child.

That she was a woman.

But not like this.

Not as a woman he’d met for the first time today.

Not as someone he could casually invite into bed.

“You’re crazy.”

She shoved him.

Instead, he caught her hand.

The hand he’d seized was guided across the hard contours of his body.

As though he were helping her explore just how desirable he was.

In the soft light, his Adam’s apple shifted.

His body, sculpted by muscle, looked like a trap glazed with honey.

More tangible than forbidden fruit.

More tempting.

As though all she had to do was be brave enough to reach out.

Her hand, pressed against his solid body, was guided lower.

Chae Ju-han didn’t stop.

“You don’t really hate the idea. It was obvious from the look in your eyes.”

“Let go.”

“I don’t know. You like my body. You couldn’t stop staring at it. The way your eyes kept moving over me, it practically made my skin hot.”

“Let go.”

No matter what, not like this.

Not between them.

Not because of money.

“Or are you really planning to pay back twenty million won? Because I’ll collect every last cent. I’ll chase you wherever you go. Wouldn’t one time be easier than running forever?”

Chae Ju-han guided their joined hands below his waist.

Something unfamiliar pressed against Yi-jae’s fingertips.

At that moment, Yi-jae made a decision.

And she didn’t miss her chance to seize control.

She grabbed hold of what was in her hand and declared boldly,

“No. I’m not doing it.”

“If you’re not doing it, then why are you holding my d*ck?”

“I-I’m using your weakness against you. Be careful before I crush it.”

“Oh? Is that what this is?”

Despite her threat, Chae Ju-han looked strangely pleased.

As though he’d even spread his legs slightly to make it easier for her to grab him.

It infuriated her.

Yi-jae glared at him.

She had to show him who was really in control here.

She was the one holding the advantage.

Not Chae Ju-han.

Go Yi-jae.

“My eyes may wander, but my body doesn’t.”

“Mmm. Same here.”

“…Ha. Then I guess the person with his pants down earlier was your twin?”

All she could do was scoff.

So she squeezed harder.

Over the past five years of coming to this club, she’d seen more than enough ugly situations.

And along the way, she’d naturally learned a few things.

Like how to deal with unreasonable people.

“I was sleeping and got dragged into it. Pretty pitiful, right?”

“Ha!”

“It’s true. You don’t believe me.”

“How am I supposed to believe that?”

“You’ve heard the rumors. About me being impotent.”

Ever since the night Chae Ju-han had returned, rumors had spread.

That he couldn’t get it up.

The stories started with women throwing themselves at him naked and him remaining unaffected.

Then they escalated into rumors that he’d pay fifty million won to anyone who could make him hard.

Since Chae Ju-han had never bothered denying any of it, women had apparently lined up to tempt him.

And because no one had ever claimed the reward, people whispered about just how severe his condition must be.

“It’s true. I can’t get hard.”

“…Huh? What?”

Except the supposed impotence was growing hot and hard in Yi-jae’s hand.

Heat spread through her palm.

Through the fabric of his pants.

What she’d been holding was slowly growing larger.

She opened her mouth in shock.

Chae Ju-han remained perfectly calm.

“Should I tell you something even harder to believe?”

“…”

“I had a feeling. That I’d be able to get hard for you.”

“…Liar. You’re lying.”

“Believe it or don’t. Makes no difference to me.”

His hot breath brushed against her ear.

A man who hadn’t reacted to countless naked women was becoming a*oused by nothing more than her fingers?

How could that possibly be true?

“Mmm. Your fingers are pretty obscene too.”

Chae Ju-han rubbed himself against her palm.

The desire pressing against her was hot and unmistakable.

He felt as though he might burst through the fabric.

“Hah… I think I might come already.”

“…”

“It’s been a very long time since I got hard.”

Chae Ju-han buried his face in the back of her neck and inhaled deeply.

Then he began moving in earnest.

He was still wearing his pants.

What rubbed against him was only her hand.

The friction was so rough and relentless that it felt as though either the fabric would tear or her palm would burn raw.

This was wrong.

This couldn’t happen.

She told herself that.

But the thought rang hollow.

Because this was exactly what she’d wanted for so long.

Go Yi-jae had wanted to become Chae Ju-han’s desire.

She had wanted to undo the buttons fastened to his throat.

To stain that restrained face with passion.

Hadn’t she always wanted to see him lose control because of her?

“Haa… You smell good.”

His hot lips touched the back of her neck.

He sucked lightly at her skin and savored the taste.

Chae Ju-han wanted Go Yi-jae.

“Your soft skin is nice, too.”

“…”

“And you’re really f*cking pretty.”

In this surreal moment, all Yi-jae could do was stare at him with wide eyes.

Did Chae Ju-han really want her?

Was this truly reality?

Or was she dreaming because she’d wanted this for too long?

Chae Ju-han hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled it down.

With a sharp bounce, his e*ection sprang free.

It stood upright like a weapon, gleaming with a*ousal.

“Is my d*ck pretty?”

“…”

“Appreciate it. Right now.”

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