The Cruel Beast’s Desire - Chapter 21

Yoonjae’s face was visibly weary.

Whatever kind of day he had, it didn’t seem pleasant or comfortable. Yet, his eyes were sharp.

Hayeon had hoped he would have as difficult and unsettling a day as she did, and it seemed her wish had come true. She should be happy that her wish was granted, but she felt no joy at all.

She shouldn’t, but strangely, her heart ached. Hayeon couldn’t avoid Yoonjae’s eyes and kept staring at him.

His gaze was like a snare, rendering her immobile.

Of the two who stood facing each other without moving, Hayeon was the first to stir.

As Hayeon moved, his gaze followed her relentlessly. His intense eyes didn’t blink once, chasing only Hayeon until she stopped in front of him.

Facing Yoonjae up close, he looked even more exhausted than he had from afar.

“Did you just get off work? You’re late.”

He slowly blinked once without a word.

His red-streaked eyes held a complex mix of emotions. He seemed as hardened as the gap of years she hadn’t seen him. Only by breaking that could she dispel his wariness.

Hayeon gave him a gentle smile.

“Earlier today, your secretary came by.”

She naturally wanted to ask about the chogye noodles.

If perhaps, he had been the one to think of it. It wasn’t a reckless hope. She just wanted confirmation.

It was too much of a coincidence that the menu prepared knew Hayeon’s tastes so well.

“I received the report.”

His voice was low and heavy with fatigue.

“Did something difficult happen?”

Hayeon asked in a slightly more affectionate tone.

“Why do you ask?”

She offered kindness, but it returned as a sharp, cold response.

“Just… you look tired.”

Yoonjae chuckled at Hayeon’s reply.

“You seem to think you’re something special because we had sex…”

“!”

“Don’t concern yourself with unnecessary things, and know your place.”

Hayeon sighed, turning her head away.

It was unnecessary meddling.

“I know. A tool to provide blood for your ex-wife, wanting a smooth partnership…”

“If you know, then do your job properly. It would be troublesome if you were unable to donate blood when it’s needed, wouldn’t it?”

She had grasped her place well enough with what she had heard from his secretary today.

“Unless you’re planning to screw me over, take care of your health.”

Ever since she met him again, she couldn’t escape this damn humiliation.

A desire to somehow destroy him surged within her. Hayeon turned her head back. And smiled at Yoonjae.

“I don’t know what it is… but why do I get the feeling you’re taking your anger out on me because things aren’t going your way?”

His brow furrowed as if she had hit a nerve. His bloodshot eyes seemed even redder.

“Why? Did you hear something bad at the hospital? Or is it work?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“Right. If I don’t need to know, doesn’t that mean it has nothing to do with me? But it’s strange that you’re telling me you want a smooth partnership while treating me like your punching bag for no reason.”

Watching his forehead wrinkle, Hayeon turned and strode into the house. She walked quickly, as if running away, and when she had half-opened the front door, Hayeon’s body was violently turned around by a strong force.

“Ah.”

He kissed her roughly. He pressed his lips against hers so hard they were crushed, and the force with which he tried to invade her mouth was fierce.

This time, Hayeon didn’t want to lose, so she braced her lips and resisted.

The pain from him biting and tearing at her crushed lips caused her to moan. He didn’t miss the moment Hayeon’s lips parted, instantly inserting his tongue and dominating her mouth.

He swept over her tender mucous membranes and rummaged through her mouth, swallowing Hayeon over and over.

The result of provoking him was a rough kiss.

“Haa, haa.”

Hayeon pushed Yoonjae away with all her might and took a breath she had been holding back.

“Why are you doing this? Haa, haa.”

“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What?”

“You want me to fall for you, don’t you? That’s why you came in front of me wagging your tail like you’re in heat.”

Hayeon’s face flushed at the crude expression.

“Are you getting impatient because I’m not acting like last night, pretending not to notice and coming at you with a hard-on?”

“How can you say such harsh things?”

“Why does everything you say sound like ‘shut up and just fuck me’?”

She was so dumbfounded that she felt like she was about to cry.

But she didn’t want to cry in front of Yoonjae, who had become worse than an enemy. Hayeon bit her lower lip.

It was the lip Yoonjae had bitten, so it hurt more than usual. But that actually helped her hold back her tears.

Yoonjae pulled Hayeon, who was like that, into an embrace.

“What is this! Let go, let me go.”

The more Hayeon struggled, the tighter the arms around her waist became.

She was flustered by how closely their bodies were pressed together, but a hand as hard as his arms went into her pants.

The hand that had instantly slipped between her underwear unceremoniously fondled her below.

“Ahht.”

“You’re this wet, and you’re saying I’m saying harsh things?”

Hayeon was standing in front of the entrance to her apartment, and it was so shocking that her mind seemed to go blank. She couldn’t think of anything, and she couldn’t even struggle to get away.

Half of her body was outside and half was inside, so someone working here could pass by and see her. That alone made Hayeon feel like she was going crazy, but the sound inside her pants was so loud in her ears.

Hayeon’s body and brain were stiff as if paralyzed by the squelching sound soaked with moisture.

“You have to do it like when you’re wagging your tail. Relax your body and just wag your butt.”

“Ahheueut.”

When Yoonjae’s hand tried to penetrate her innermost parts, Hayeon quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Haa… please, not here…”

Hayeon shook her head violently. Her body was turned half a turn by a strong force once again.

-Thump

At the same time as the door closed with a loud noise, their lips met again. The hand that was teasing her below became more intense.

The heat that was bubbling up made her legs keep giving out. She wanted to collapse right there, but even that wasn’t up to her.

Hayeon couldn’t move because Yoonjae was holding her. She ended up relying on his body to hold herself up.

“Haa.”

She barely managed to breathe in the gap where her lips parted slightly, but then her lips were blocked again. He stirred her mouth as he pleased, messing up even her mind.

The more his fingers fondled her sensitive flesh, the more moisture seeped out. When she thought that his hand must be wet as well if her underwear was getting soaked, she unconsciously tensed her legs. The more she closed her legs, the deeper Yoonjae’s hand penetrated.

The hand that had penetrated her wet insides groped her innermost flesh blatantly. A sensual stimulation washed over her like a tsunami.

The heat that had been bubbling up seemed to explode like fireworks. No matter how much she was relying on Yoonjae, her body buckled so much that it was hard to stand any longer.

Yoonjae slung Hayeon over his shoulder and laid her down on the living room sofa. Her back touched the cold leather sofa. As she breathed heavily, her pants and underwear were pulled off all at once.

“Ah.”

She instinctively tensed and closed her suddenly exposed legs. She poured all the strength left in her body into it, but her efforts were in vain, and her legs spread wide apart. The man, who grabbed her knees and spread them apart with a strong force that couldn’t be compared to Hayeon’s strength, buried his face as he was.

The moment his tongue, which had been roughly stirring her mouth until just now, touched her sensitive spot, Hayeon’s back arched.

Her embarrassingly spread legs flailed wildly and her body heaved, but Yoonjae’s strength was stronger.

When he pressed down with his hot hand, Hayeon couldn’t move. As the sensual stimulation continued from below, the squelching sound spread lewdly.

Harsh, hot breaths were mixed with Hayeon’s moans.

“Haeueung.”

The overwhelming stimulation was so hot that Hayeon had to find something to touch. The more she tried to grab the leather sofa, the more it was only scratched by her nails and she couldn’t grab it. The place where her wandering hand landed was the man’s head, which had ignited an unbearable sensation.

As the pleasure grew, his neatly styled hair became disheveled. The desire to make it as messed up as he had made her was useless. All of Hayeon’s cells moved as they pleased, refusing the orders of the central nervous system.

The hand that grabbed his head didn’t push it away, but rather pressed it down as if wanting more pleasure.

Her legs, which she had tried to close somehow when they were spread apart, flailed wildly as they pleased.

Instead of biting her lips to hold back her moans, she breathed hot breaths and made lewd noises.

It was useless to blame her contradictory body.

Hayeon was deeply soaked in the intense pleasure that Yoonjae gave her.

“Haa… please.”

Why was it always Hayeon who had to beg like this?

She was desperately hoping for something without even knowing what she wanted. The heat that had started to boil in her lower abdomen boiled up to her head.

He pushed Hayeon to the limit as if he had no intention of showing her any mercy.

The sensation that had been pushed to the edge of a cliff and seemed to float in the air scattered everywhere, and Hayeon’s body went limp.

“Haa, haa.”

Hayeon lay on the sofa, breathing heavily. Her heart was pounding as if it would burst.

“It would be troublesome if you’re already falling apart.”

Yoonjae licked his gleaming lips and said the following. Hayeon wanted to deny that what was on his lips was from her body, so she squeezed her eyes shut.

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