OTGM 6

Chapter 6

At the instant the man’s practiced tongue slipped between her awkwardly parted lips, it sent a jolt through her like touching a live wire.

Not just a thrill—she felt as if she might burst. It was as though butterflies were tearing through her insides.

This is strange. I’m going crazy. The sensation of the man’s wet flesh entering her mouth, sweeping and caressing inside. The feeling of another person’s breath and saliva storming through her.

Was it that Go-jun was unbelievably good at kissing? Or was kissing itself something that melted a person to death?

She didn’t know, but the vivid sensation of her whole body turning soft and dissolving felt all too real.

Then Go-jun’s tongue brushed against the tip of hers. As her own hesitated and faltered, his tongue tangled with it without mercy.

The sensation of their tongues rolling together made her thighs clench. Even though it wasn’t her period, the strange awareness of her underwear growing damp was… unfamiliar.

Just then, Go-jun’s hand slid down her back, and the illicit feeling deepened another notch.

Cradled in Go-jun’s hand, she couldn’t help but realize how helplessly erotic her body was becoming. Enough that a moan slipped out between their pressed lips.

“Mm… hng.”

W-what was that? The moan that rose naturally from her throat felt awkward. The shock lay in just how intense the arousal had been.

Startled, she pushed hard against the man’s chest without hesitation.

“W-wait. Just—just a second.”

Go-jun took a deep breath and stepped back from her.

Everything was confusion. The man’s body heat, humidity, breath, scent—everything was unfamiliar, yet clung to her in a way that felt good.

It felt as though her heart was being pulled toward this man all at once. As though she was being drawn dangerously deep into Go-jun.

No. This is just rubbing lips together. I can’t give it meaning. I don’t want to act out some clichéd contract-marriage drama.

I can’t write a story where I’m the only one in love.

It has to be a clean, tidy marriage where we use each other for mutual benefit and then part ways.

I can’t get intoxicated like this.

She exhaled deeply and looked up at Go-jun.

His temples were faintly flushed red. His eyes still revealed nothing of what he was thinking.

Suppressing her racing heart with a steady breath, she finally spoke.

“I think this is enough. We’re going through with the marriage, right? The contract marriage?”

“That won’t be enough. You shouldn’t try to get something for free, Ms. Ma Dosil.”

“Why? You still think I’m not sexy enough? Is that why I’m not good enough?”

After kissing me that deeply? Even I know that was a pretty intense kiss.

Or was this level just ordinary for Go-jun?

“We’ll have to do more to know,” he said.

Go-jun smiled like a villain, clearly amused and entertained by teasing her.

Her heart began to itch and squirm. Do more? How could they possibly do more than that?

“What more are you saying we should do?”

He gazed quietly at her boldly lifted eyes.

Eyes that looked surprisingly resolute. Beneath them, her cheeks, tinged pink, looked sweet like ripe peaches.

A small mole on her right cheek caught his eye. Seen up close, it lent her an unusually sensual air.

He’d only kissed her to make her feel responsible for the brazen words coming from lips that treated him like a mere tool.

But she was sweet, like his favorite dessert. In that moment, he couldn’t overcome his instincts and let go of his reason, devouring her lips more excessively than he’d intended.

The deeper he went, the sweeter she tasted.

But that was as far as it would go. Enough to think that a contracted marriage might not be boring.

It was always the same. No matter how women approached him, no matter how he tried to give his heart, it never moved. As if it were nailed in place.

His heart, unmoved by any woman, frustrated even himself.

As he looked at her, he repeatedly thought of someone who hadn’t returned from Paris.

Ma Dosil. A woman trying to use him. Fine—he could use her as well.

“Ms. Ma Dosil, behave yourself and wait while you attend your bride lessons.”

“What does that mean? Are we doing it? The contract marriage?”

Go-jun smiled faintly with those sly lips of his. He was a man who didn’t give answers easily—no ordinary fox, but a truly crafty one.

Her grandmother had said it: stay away from men who are fox-like, quick-witted, and deceptively cheerful.

It was hard to believe this calm, businesslike man was the same one who had kissed her so obscenely moments ago.

“I’ve got an urgent matter. I don’t have time to talk any further. Let’s meet again. You have a driver, right?”

His tone was stiff and impersonal, like a superior at work, and she answered just as obediently, like a subordinate. Like a well-trained pet.

“I’ve got a secretary who drives for me.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Go-jun turned away, showing her his cool back.

Hah. Even then, he didn’t forget to open the emergency exit door for her.

Usually, another person’s kindness feels warm and gentle, but his kindness felt like a cold mockery aimed at her.

As though the word childish were etched into the depths of his gaze.

She passed straight through the door he held open.

Why was it that being swept along by this man felt so humiliating? A rebellious urge crept up inside her.

Whipping around, she faced him again. Looking up at Go-jun’s lofty eyes, she spat out her spite.

“That kiss with you… it was nothing special for me either. You’re not that sexy either, so don’t go judging me like that.”

She was curious what expression he’d make, what he might say—but she had to run.

He’d probably be dumbfounded. Or speechless. Or amused. Still, she wanted to fling the lie at him, if only falsely—that he was no more attractive to her than a means to an end.

Because the look in his eyes after the kiss, as if she were trivial, had left her feeling crushed and miserable.

In the end, the best option was to flee.

She climbed into the passenger seat of the luxury foreign car the chairman had brought to the peach orchard.

Click. Yuseon, sitting in the driver’s seat and fiddling with her phone, looked over at her with widened eyes.

“Oh? You finished dinner early. That’s sooner than expected.”

Adjusting her wire-rimmed glasses with her index finger, Yuseon asked sharply. How could she possibly report the series of events that had just unfolded?

That Go-jun had looked at her like a foolish child the entire time, that she’d snapped back and ended up kissing him, and that her final retort had been downright embarrassing.

She answered briefly, her voice awkward.

“It just turned out that way.”

“Wasn’t it a full course? It should’ve taken longer… Did you have a good conversation?”

“Well… more or less.”

Her evasiveness must have seemed suspicious.

Yuseon didn’t drop her probing gaze.

“Among the adults, everything’s already been aligned, so as long as the two of you didn’t feel any aversion, I expected things to proceed smoothly.”

There had been plenty of aversion in Go-jun’s eyes. And with her last words, even the outcome had become unpredictable.

“I don’t know about smooth, but I did… make it clear that I want to get married. Whether it works or not, he’ll 연락 me, I guess.”

From the look of it, Dosil seemed to have made some kind of mistake back there.

Since she had to report to the chairman, Yuseon was obliged to infer things properly.

“Did you do something wrong?”

“Wrong? What do you mean, wrong?”

“Your dialect, for one. The chairman told you to be careful. Or did he find out about your grandmother? Or did you mention something too specific about your life before coming to the estate?”

The dialect had already slipped out beyond repair. And if he’d overheard even a little, he might have learned about her grandmother.

Setting that aside, if it was something else—

“You mean he figured out I’m a kid who grew up in some rural backwater, growing peaches? I didn’t even say the word ‘peach.’ I just said I’d taken proper bride lessons. And he laughed at me for it.”

“Laughed? Well… given Go-jun’s personality, ‘bride lessons’ probably sounded ridiculous to him. I didn’t quite factor that in. He’s the type who succeeded on his own merits—skill, effort, and personal charm—breaking free of his family’s influence. ‘Bride lessons’… he may have decided you were just a frivolous upper-class girl.”