Chapter 75: Get Used to It

…What about the bottoms?

But the clothes only included a top. A really big one, too.

It probably wouldn’t fit me. It would fit Yoon Heesung.

“Not yet.”

Yoon Heesung refused firmly. I tried to say something more, then gave up.

The sweatshirt he handed me had sleeves so long they swallowed my hands, and it hung down halfway past my thighs. I rolled the sleeves up.

I picked up my spoon and stole a glance at Yoon Heesung. Now that I thought about it, why did he suddenly give me clothes?

He’d said he wouldn’t until I got used to it. Did he think I was used to it now? Then why only a top?

……

Then I realized he seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

Yesterday came back to me too. My appetite vanished.

I forced rice into my mouth. I barely finished half a bowl.

When I was done eating, Yoon Heesung naturally lay down on the sofa with me in his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair, put my shoulder in his mouth and gnawed, then kissed my cheek.

I just let him do what he wanted. That had become our routine since I entered this house.

Then, holding me tight, he said.

“Your mother called.”

“…My mom?”

“Yeah.”

Why would my mom call you? That was my first thought.

But come to think of it, Yoon Heesung was the one who moved Lee Sunwoo to a different hospital.

Thinking of Lee Sunwoo made my heart heavy again. Forget everything else. Forget everything that happened with Lee Sunwoo.

No one in the world could dismiss a person falling apart like that as nothing.

I asked, not even that curious.

“What did she say?”

“She said nothing’s wrong. Your brother’s still unconscious.”

“I see……”

Right. Honestly, I didn’t care about Mom or Lee Sunwoo. The only thing that mattered to me was this strange standoff happening right now.

I nodded and sank into silence. Until Yoon Heesung spoke up out of nowhere.

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you have anything to thank me for?”

Was he asking if I was grateful to him right now? For delivering a message from my mom?

I answered, a bit awkwardly.

“No… thanks.”

I wasn’t interested at all, but Yoon Heesung seemed to want to hear it, so I said it. He watched me closely, like he was trying to figure out whether I was lying.

I swallowed hard for no reason and lowered my eyes. Then I asked cautiously.

“Yoon Heesung. Where are my clothes?”

Afraid he might misunderstand, I hurriedly added.

“I’m not asking for them back. These are yours, you can tell from the size alone.”

If he was going to give me clothes, I wished he’d given me mine. These were obviously Yoon Heesung’s.

“The stuff in that house?”

Yoon Heesung answered carelessly.

“I told them to throw it all away.”

“……”

“I’ll buy you new everything.”

I thought about my things at the villa. Nothing valuable.

I didn’t own many clothes, and just one bag. All my books were workbooks, so I didn’t need them anymore. There was nothing else I needed now, either.

But I don’t know why that made me feel so complicated. Maybe because he’d thrown away all my things without a second thought. I really… didn’t know.

Suddenly, Yoon Heesung shifted himself between my legs. He’d gotten good at that already.

Then, without warning, he ducked his head under my sweatshirt.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“Hey, Y, Yoon Heesung. Get out……!”

I kicked my legs, trying to push him off. But he wrapped his arms around me from below the waist and pulled me close.

The shirt ballooned up. I stared with wide eyes.

His cheek pressed against my stomach, my bare skin. My heart pounded.

Yoon Heesung must have noticed.

“Your heart’s pounding like crazy.”

“Uh, uh……”

I couldn’t shake my panic and answered dumbly. He muttered in a low voice.

“f*ck, you’re scared shitless.”

“……”

“Cute.”

I’d never heard Yoon Heesung curse before. …No, I had, yesterday.

But yesterday was just frantic swearing. This was different.

I raised my arms awkwardly, not knowing what to do, and held my breath. Was he mad?

‘I’m scared……’

I couldn’t help it. Yoon Heesung scared me.

I started making excuses nonstop.

“I, I’m not scared. Do whatever you want. It’s not like you ever listened to me anyway.”

I even managed a small act of defiance.

At that, Yoon Heesung pulled his head out from the sweatshirt. He blinked and asked, looking curious.

“Why? I listen to you.”

I remembered hearing that… a lot. Except it wasn’t Yoon Heesung who said it.

And now I didn’t believe those words anymore. They didn’t make my heart soar.

“If you told me to buy the exact same ones, I’d do it.”

Did Yoon Heesung not understand that it was different? Did he think throwing away someone’s things and buying the same replacements made it all even?

If I told you the pencil I’d used until my hand’s grime was on it and the pencil you bought were different, even if they were the exact same one… would you understand?

My heart pounded unpleasantly again. Please, I prayed, don’t let him notice this time.

I held my breath again.

Yoon Heesung casually lifted my shirt and slipped his hand inside. He stroked my flat stomach.

“But I like you wearing my clothes better.”

It didn’t take long for his hand to find a purpose.

“Wear my clothes at home.”

“Ah, uh……”

Yoon Heesung kneaded my chest suggestively. I winced a little.

“Not answering again.”

“Got it.”

I answered quickly.

Yoon Heesung lifted my shirt all the way. Rolling it up to my chin, he sucked on my nipple like he was praising me.

He sucked hard, like a nursing baby, then bit down with his teeth.

A sharp, tingling sensation spread from my chest. My lower belly tensed reflexively.

It went without saying that I was hard.

“I guess you like having your chest touched.”

Yoon Heesung wouldn’t miss that.

“Did you know? Nipples get bigger the more you touch them.”

Then he flicked my nipple and said something that made my skin crawl.

“Once they get bigger, a piercing there would look pretty.”

I looked down at my nipple, red from all his sucking and groping. Like he said, it really did seem bigger than before.

Especially the left one, the one he’d been mouthing until a moment ago. It looked puffier than the right.

Maybe because it was slick with saliva.

Tears welled up. I was afraid.

Afraid my nipple would really get bigger. And if it did, and Yoon Heesung actually pierced it……

I spoke firmly.

“…No. Absolutely not.”

“Why? I want to put one on you.”

No matter how much courage I mustered, it was pointless when Yoon Heesung said things like that. If he wanted it, it would happen eventually.

I felt like I might burst into tears. Really, I’d been crying a lot more since I came to this house.

I couldn’t hold back the hurt and shoved at his shoulder.

“Ah. Yoonwoo.”

But his solid body didn’t budge. Instead, he frowned and scolded me.

“Don’t push. That’s rude.”

His words shut me up. I’d upset him.

What followed was even sharper.

“Do you think I was sucking on you just for my own pleasure?”

“I, I’m sorry……”

I apologized in a fluster and checked his mood. He must have been offended that I pushed him.

I didn’t know what to do, rolling my eyes around and around.

He lifted me in a single motion. Yoon Heesung slid his hands under my armpits and raised me easily.

He sat me down on his thigh and asked.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want to have s*x? Did you not like yesterday?”

It was just as blunt, but easier to hear than “sucking.”

I shook my head.

“No, no. That’s not it…… I’m sorry.”

I was so nervous I rambled, and ended up apologizing again.

Yoon Heesung was generous.

“You’re already hard as hell and you look pretty, so stop doing the things I told you not to, okay?”

“Uh……”

I nodded, deflated. Yoon Heesung kissed my cheek and laid me down.

As soon as he pulled off my top, I was naked.

Yoon Heesung took off his shirt too. Skin as white as his face.

It wasn’t my first time seeing it, but I still couldn’t look away. I could see his solid chest muscles and well-defined abs, along with the scars on his forearm.

My flinch was unavoidable.

‘Look closely. This is what you did.’

I was still afraid of rainy days. I dreaded the gloomy, cold wind.

It felt like that day would repeat. I was already afraid of the summer monsoon.

Yoon Heesung noticed where I was looking right away.

“Ah…… this.”

He made a show of holding his wound in front of my eyes. He showed off the scars proudly.

“You need to get used to this too. You’ll be seeing a lot of it.”

“Uh, yeah……”

“Weird, though. You’re the one who made them, and you’re the one who’s surprised?”

Yoon Heesung mocked me.

The wounds still had a faint red tint. Of course they did.

He’d taken off the bandages on his own, hadn’t put on any medicine, and hadn’t gone to the hospital.

I dropped my head.

His palm had wounds from me too. His entire right arm was covered in wounds I’d caused.

Guilt made me restless. I couldn’t keep my eyes anywhere.

Then Yoon Heesung grabbed my chin, hard, and tilted it up.

“Yoonwoo. Get used to it.”

And those words weren’t just talk.

“Fine then. Keep looking at my arm until you finish.”

“Uh?”

Yoon Heesung settled between my legs. My thighs were forced apart.

He braced his right arm next to my head and commanded.

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