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Join the ServerA few days later, Han Jung-woo took an extended leave. Claiming he would finally receive compensation for his efforts, he personally sought out his father. By that evening, he had secured a leave of over three months.
When asked what he had said to Chairman Han to persuade him, he merely laughed and embraced me instead of answering. It seemed as though some significant, unmentionable exchange had occurred between them.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me. “The company will run just fine without me.”
While this was undoubtedly true for a large corporation, not a small corner store, such an extended absence could still invite unexpected risks.
Of course, Han Jung-woo remained the sole heir of Daejin Group, a fact that would not change.
“For now, let’s just focus on figuring out what the two of us will do with all this time.”
“Do we really have to ‘figure it out’?”
“Of course,” he replied. “I took this leave specifically to spend it with Yoo Seo-jin.”
He was delighted at the prospect of us never being apart, but as someone who occasionally needed time alone, I already felt my energy draining away.
I asked if I could have some free time now and then, but my request was flatly denied. After a long debate, we eventually agreed that I could have some distance, as long as I remained within his sight.
It hardly felt like ‘free time,’ yet I knew I couldn’t complain.
“First, tomorrow, let’s wake up late, get ready, and perhaps head to a nearby beach—”
“Ah, I have a regular check-up tomorrow.”
I felt bad for abruptly cutting off his plans, but I couldn’t miss a scheduled appointment. Besides, tomorrow was finally the day we would learn Kkam-jjaki’s gender.
“What time?”
“After lunch—”
“Then I can come with you.”
Interrupting suddenly, he unilaterally decided on my schedule for tomorrow. While enough time had passed that reporters wouldn’t likely be chasing us, going to the obstetrician together was an entirely different matter.
“I’ll go by myself.”
“Why? Is there a reason I shouldn’t go?”
“That’s—”
I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Doing so would force me to voice the farewell I was desperately trying to ignore. He gently pressed my hesitant cheek, then naturally leaned in and kissed my slightly pouted lips.
“You’ll need someone to drive you, won’t you?”
“The driver—”
“Oh, I sent the driver on vacation too.”
It was a lie. I had distinctly seen the driver washing the car in the garage just moments ago. I glared at him, my eyes narrowed, but he merely responded with an impudent grin.
“I can come with you, right?”
He asked again. After a moment of deep thought, I finally nodded, and he beamed with delight, like a child who had just heard news of a picnic.
“Well, since tomorrow is settled, shall we plan the day after next?”
And so, we sat on the sofa, meticulously planning out an entire month. He mostly proposed ideas and sought my agreement, but even that grew exhausting after three hours.
‘I’m so sleepy.’
As I watched him passionately search for something on his laptop, my eyelids grew heavy. I dozed off, leaning against the sofa, and when I awoke, I found myself cradled in his arms.
“Did you sleep well?”
“…How long was I asleep?”
“Hmm, about four hours?”
It seemed he had held me in his arms for that entire, not-insignificant duration. He could have simply laid me on the sofa or woken me to go to the room, but he claimed this was more comfortable.
As I tried to uncurl my body and stand, his firm arm held my shoulder, refusing to let go. I turned to look at him, and he subtly pulled down the collar of my shirt, then pressed a kiss to my neck.
“Yoo Seo-jin, why is your skin so soft?”
“I do try to take care of myself, hmph.”
In an unguarded moment, his hand, having slipped beneath my clothes, lightly pinched a part of my breast. Lately, after his nightly ministrations, my nipples tingled even at the mere brush of fabric.
His thick thumb gently caressed my sensitive peak, then pressed down repeatedly. Each time, I involuntarily arched my hips, prompting him to chuckle softly. He then grasped my chin with his other hand, tilting it to an angle conducive for a kiss.
‘Down there, I’m wet again.’
Even with only my chest being touched and our lips brushing, I was already growing slick and damp below. Despite my dazed state, I tried to clench my thighs and conceal myself, but such a simple maneuver would never fool him.
Releasing my now compliant chin, his hand moved downwards, resting on my damp pants. It hovered just above the opening, which was still releasing liquid, then gently pressed down.
“At this rate, the sofa will get soaked.”
“It’s not that bad—”
“Hmm, shall we see?”
As if he had been waiting for those words, he stripped off my pants and underwear in one swift motion. He then revealed my thoroughly wet core, playfully nibbling my earlobe as I flushed with embarrassment.
“It’s your check-up tomorrow, you know. I was trying to hold back.”
‘This will be tough,’ he murmured to himself. He then spread my thighs wide and lightly stroked the puckered folds. Though that simple touch nearly sent me over the edge, I managed to hold back.
“Shall I put it in?”
At his sweet whisper, I nodded without thinking. As if to praise my honest answer, his fingers, which had only been circling the quivering opening, now probed into the crevice.
There were two fingers, not just one, but thanks to our almost daily intimacy recently, I parted easily without much difficulty. After his fingers, which had been rubbing my sensitive inner walls and widening the space, withdrew, his hot glans touched me.
“Relax.”
“Hmph.”
This was something I simply couldn’t get used to. Moreover, trying to take him while being held, rather than comfortably lying down, proved more challenging than I anticipated.
“Yoo Seo-jin, why are you always so tight inside?”
‘It’s like it’s the first time, every time.’ I pretended not to hear his softly whispered words. In the interim, his slow-entering length had already half-disappeared inside me.
“Your belly, is it okay?”
Instead of answering, I nodded, and he let out a small sigh of relief. Since this was intercourse during pregnancy, we had to be extra careful, as deep penetration could potentially harm the baby.
“I’ll move slowly, so—”
“I’ll definitely tell you if it hurts.”
He chuckled at my completing his sentence. Our lips found each other, rubbing together as his hips moved languidly. At first, he moved alone, but soon I too began to match his rhythm.
Only when we were both thoroughly drenched in sweat did he reach a slow climax inside me, and I too released an unknown number of faint ejaculations.
After a moment of lingering sensation, he withdrew, and my suitably parted depths pulsed, expelling their contents. Consequently, the sofa ended up stained.
When I tried to rub it with my hand, the stain only spread wider. I started to get wipes to clean it, but he pulled me close, telling me there was no need. He then lay back on the sofa with me, patting my back.
“We need to clean that.”
“Just leave it. The housekeepers will take care of it. That’s what we pay them for.”
“What will the housekeepers think when they see this?”
“Well, they’ll probably just think we’re getting along well.”
While I certainly didn’t want to show ‘getting along well’ in this manner, I also knew that the stain wouldn’t simply wipe away with a wet tissue. Resigned, I gave up.
“I want to wash up.”
“Just rest for a bit, then I’ll carry you to the bathroom.”
“I have feet too, you know.”
“I know you have feet, Yoo Seo-jin. It’s just that I want to do it for you, so—”
His voice trailed off, and he fell silent. When I raised my head, I saw that his eyes were gently closed. He must have drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
‘How tired must he have been?’
After all, he must have been awake the entire time I was sleeping, so it was natural for him to be exhausted. Moreover, with our lovemaking, he’d likely been several times more strenuous, careful not to allow deep penetration.
Listening to his soft, even breaths, I carefully slipped his arm from my shoulder and got off the sofa. My body felt too sticky to wait for him to wake up, so I decided to go wash.
‘I should at least cover him with something.’
It was too much effort to go all the way to the second floor, so I retrieved a blanket from a first-floor room. I gently covered the sleeping man, and though I intended to leave, I found myself sitting on the floor for a moment.
I carefully brushed the hair from his forehead and softly caressed his smooth cheek. After confirming, and reconfirming, that he was truly asleep, I finally allowed the feelings I had secretly harbored to surface.
“I like you, Han Jung-woo.”
Perhaps these words would never reach him, but I still wanted to say them. I wanted to tell him that with each passing moment, my feelings deepened, and now I wished this dream would never end.
“I truly, deeply like you.”
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