Chapter 7: The Man Who Forgot Me Wanted Me First

“Ah!”

Her chest tightened at the things Chae Ju-han said without even recognizing who she was. She couldn’t tell whether it hurt or thrilled her. She simply clung to his body and let herself be shaken.

Just for tonight, she wanted to.

After having her heart abandoned and ultimately shattered, surely she was allowed at least this much selfishness.

It wasn’t as though she was demanding that the man who had forgotten her remember who she was.

Just for one night. That was all.

“Ah! Ah!”

She felt Chae Ju-han th*ust his hips and drive all the way inside her. The sensation of his thick c*ck invading her so carelessly turned her mind white all over again.

“Kh.”

Unlike her, who could only gasp for breath, Ju-han gripped his c*ck and came again across her pale body. Thick white s*men splattered over the curves of her figure. He slapped his c*ck against her flat stomach.

The heavy weight reverberated through her skin, and the s*men pooled in her navel splashed outward.

Apparently pleased by the way he’d marked her so thoroughly, Chae Ju-han got hard again.

“Ha, wonder how long it’ll take to empty everything I’ve been storing up.”

“Why… are you curious about that?”

“Why? Because I’m going to dump all of it inside your hole. You’ll just have to endure until then.”

“What- ngh!”

In an instant, his c*ck plunged back inside her. The overwhelming fullness stole her breath again.

“You know what? The moment I saw you walk into the room, the t*p of my d*ck tingled. The useless lump of flesh hanging between my legs finally woke up.”

“…What?”

“My c*ck was reborn for you.”

“What kind of stupid thing is that… ah.”

“Can you feel it? My c*ck’s alive, isn’t it?”

The bastard never even asked her name.

“Ah!”

This bastard was the one she’d been waiting for all this time.

****

Chae Ju-han returned to where he’d started after five years.

But the feeling of coming back wasn’t as profound as he’d imagined. After spending five years crawling through hell just to survive, he’d finally returned, yet the place no longer felt like home.

When had he started feeling this way? An inexplicable sense of loss had wrapped itself around his ankles. Even though he’d lost nothing.

During those five years, Yi-jae, who had stayed by Ju-han’s side, had lost part of a finger. One of the men beneath him had lost his left ear. The youngest had lost his right eye.

Only Chae Ju-han had returned with all four limbs intact.

That was all.

For someone who had fallen out of favor with the boss, he had come back surprisingly unscathed. Back then, the organization’s senior executives had all bet that Chae Ju-han would be dead within a year.

But what was truly strange was that throughout those five years of hell, the only thing that kept Chae Ju-han going was the thought that he wanted to go home.

For a man who had been sent abroad for adoption and then abandoned again, living like a drifter, there was no such thing as home. So why had he thought that?

In any case, that inexplicable “home” had played a large role in why he survived. Without it, there had been many times when he’d thought about simply dying.

After all, living stubbornly day after day while dragging around a broken, exhausted body and climbing into the ring to fight had been a very tiring existence.

Still, Chae Ju-han had proven his loyalty once again over those five years. Enough that he had been entrusted with organizing the boss’s ninth wedding.

The problem was that Chae Ju-han still didn’t know why he’d fallen out of favor in the first place. Which meant the boss was no longer a leader worthy of loyalty, but merely a capricious owner. An owner who held the leash tight and had no intention of ever letting go.

And if you wanted to change owners, you didn’t bite the hand holding the leash.

You bit the throat.

His owner instinctively sensed when someone was aiming for his throat. The fact that the man had lived to old age proved that his instincts were exceptionally sharp.

So Chae Ju-han intended to distract him. He would throw beautiful bait in front of his master so that the old man stopped paying attention to his own neck.

The boss, true to his rotten nature, had always coveted other men’s wives. He delighted in seeing beautiful women stand beside him with the most miserable expressions possible. Seducing another man’s wife in front of her husband was his idea of pleasure.

At this wedding, Chae Ju-han planned to offer up a new lure.

A woman Chae Ju-han cherished.

A woman Chae Ju-han desired desperately.

The boss had always envied Chae Ju-han’s beauty and physique, so he would certainly take the bait. It would be the perfect chance to crush his own petty inferiority complex.

“Haah, boss…”

Slurp, slurp.

Wet sounds and excited breathing filled the room.

As he absentmindedly threw a dagger, he noticed the painting hanging on the wall: a bright yellow tiger walking through snowy mountains. A remnant of the reckless ambition he’d once had to become the head of the organization.

Because of that memory, Ju-han didn’t kill the intruder. Still, the dagger embedded itself in the wall, and the woman beneath the table trembled violently.

After returning to the place he’d left five years ago, Chae Ju-han had laid traps with money and welcomed anyone unafraid to risk their lives.

But every one of them had been boring.

The glossy lips, the frightened expressions, the clothes that would’ve looked better discarded altogether, they were all tiresomely familiar. Not that he’d expected his body, broken five years earlier, to respond anyway.

“Get out.”

Chae Ju-han lay back down on the table.

Even if he tried to sleep, sleep wouldn’t come. And at night, he couldn’t sleep at all. So he had to rest his eyes whenever he could.

At some point, insomnia of unknown origin had begun, followed by headaches so severe they felt like his skull was splitting apart. His body, never properly treated, was a wreck. On the rare nights he did sleep, he had vague dreams and woke with a terrible sense of loss.

He had definitely lost something.

But he didn’t know what.

And if you didn’t know what you’d lost, how could you ever find it again?

The new presence that entered his office simply stood there for a long time. There was no intention of waking him; the person merely stood at a distance and did nothing.

So Ju-han opened his eyes first.

Expecting disappointment.

Instead, he found beauty.

Even her cheeks reddened by the cold outside and her messy hair looked attractive.

“New here?”

“…”

“Don’t recognize your face.”

Disappointment spread across that pretty face.

The woman knew him.

But all the women who had come chasing rumors of the prize money for getting him hard had known him too. The moment they realized he didn’t remember them, they immediately hid their disappointment and started wagging their asses in hopes of winning his affection.

Ju-han waited for her to do the same.

What would it look like if a woman that pretty shook her ass for him?

He figured it’d be a pleasant sight.

He was even looking forward to it a little.

But she didn’t sway her hips.

She didn’t take off her clothes.

She merely asked after Madam Yoon with a face full of hurt.

Even so, she couldn’t take her eyes off his body.

With the guilty, excited expression of someone secretly watching pornography, she stole glances at him. The way she kept turning her head away to stop herself from looking was almost laughable.

“Am I really that much your type?”

“…What?”

“You’re moving your eyes over my body in a pretty obscene way.”

With a single sentence, Ju-han drew her gaze back to him.

Then he let his eyes travel boldly over her body, as though touching her.

Under his gaze, she became flustered.

That innocent face was already naked beneath his eyes.

The face that wanted to hide her body was already completely infatuated with him.

What should he do?

The fact that a woman who couldn’t even handle him while fully clothed fascinated him, but Ju-han decided to let her go.

Judging by the genuine scent of flowers clinging to her, she clearly had nothing to do with this world.

He intended to walk past her.

He was fully awake now, after all.

But she crossed the line first.

“Could you… um… put some clothes on properly?”

Chae Ju-han looked down at the woman who had touched him.

Unlike the others, who approached him in secret, she walked right up to him in plain sight.

And she didn’t rush.

She didn’t kneel before him and take his c*ck into her mouth.

She stood in front of him and tied the belt of his robe.

The way she lowered her head in concentration was astonishingly proper.

There was a kind of elegance in her that had absolutely nothing to do with wanting his c*ck.

“My apologies. You may go now.”

Even after touching him, she lifted her chin.

Strangely, he couldn’t look away.

Because she was beautiful?

No.

There was something that couldn’t be explained by beauty alone.

Something was different.

Yes.

She sparkled.

She had wrapped his robe around him and looked proud of herself for doing it.

It was ridiculous that she could feel proud over something as trivial as tying a robe, and equally ridiculous that he found it irritating.

Yet that shining expression on her face bothered him.

That clear, honest face made his chest feel tight.

It was as if she belonged to a different world from his.

In this place, where women competed to pull down his pants and suck his c*ck, she had dressed him.

Something deep inside him, long dormant, scraped painfully awake.

It was as if she’d actually cared about him.

He hated that.

So there was only one way to break this situation.

To destroy that neat, composed face.

“In that short amount of time, what do you think you imagined doing with my c*ck? Did you imagine shoving it down your throat and sucking it? Or putting it in your other hole and squeezing? Want to make a bet? I’m betting you’re already wet.”

The woman no longer looked radiant.

Her face had turned bright red.

Now what made her different from everyone else?

Ju-han felt absurdly triumphant.

But the woman reacted differently.

She didn’t get angry and call him rude.

She didn’t answer back with vulgarity.

She simply looked hurt that she’d been treated unfairly.

Even while trembling, she couldn’t bring herself to say a single word against him.

“Stop worrying about my c*ck and go change your panties.”

Even though he’d completely won, Ju-han’s mood sank.

It irritated him.

The sound of her collapsing to the floor as he walked down the stairs.

The sound of her ragged breathing.

He found himself wondering what expression she was making.

He wanted to know.

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