SMBM 03

Chapter : 03

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Before their lips could touch, her hand blocked Kang-woo’s mouth.
The unexpectedly cold touch snapped Kang-woo back to himself.
Through her palm on his lips, the trembling running through her hand came straight into him.

Her shaking voice helped, too.

“Wait a moment.”

“……”

He removed her hand from his lips and pushed it up over her head.

He frowned without meaning to and looked down at her.
It wasn’t what he expected from a woman who had initiated this.

“Why.”

His voice dropped even lower after being stopped.

So much was exchanged in the barely few centimeters separating them—it was almost refreshing.
Curiosity pushed him closer, instinctively.

Kang-woo pressed her back against the door so she couldn’t move—pinning her like a butterfly in a display case.

“I want to wash first.”

She didn’t avoid his eyes, clearly stating what she wanted.

She hadn’t done anything, yet she let out a big breath, chest rising and falling.
He didn’t dislike how sensitively she reacted to his gaze and movements.

With shaky eyes, she pushed against his chest and looked up.

He liked seeing her flustered far more than the determined face she had shown before.

“I’ll wash up first.”

Her calm tone couldn’t hide that she was looking for a way out of the situation.
She’d said she was inexperienced—he should take that into consideration.

Kang-woo stepped back two paces, still holding her gaze.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from her disheveled appearance.
He fought the urge to scoop her up and carry her to the bed.

“I don’t care… But if you want to…”

“……”

“First door on the left.”

Chaekyung lowered her eyes, flustered by his remark that she didn’t need to wash.
She smoothed her messy hair and slipped past the wall of Kang-woo’s body.
Almost running, she escaped to the bathroom.

Kang-woo didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath.

Only after she disappeared did he exhale.

“Whew…”

He ran a hand through his hair and tried to pull himself together.
He was as tense as if he were the one experiencing his first time.
He muttered to himself in disbelief.

“Idiot.”

He eyed the bathroom she’d disappeared into, tugged off his tie, and headed to the en suite beside the bedroom.

He took a cold shower, irritated with how worked up he’d gotten over something like this.

Even after he finished washing, she still hadn’t come out.

Kang-woo poured himself a whiskey with plenty of ice and moved to the window.
Wearing only a robe, he perched on the sofa backrest.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d idly stared at the night skyline.
She still hadn’t emerged when he drained the glass.

Click.

A cautious sound of a door opening—but silence after.
With his back to her, curiosity rose.

What’s she doing?

He swallowed the last sip and turned around.

Chaekyung stood at the center of the room in a robe.
Her hair was still damp with water.
Her freshly washed cheeks and lips had turned a rosy peach, ripe enough to eat.

“That took a while.”

“I guess I lost track while I was washing.”

“Want a drink?”

He offered, trying to ease her nerves.

“Yes—one glass, please.”

He walked to the suite’s bar and filled a glass with ice and whiskey.

Chaekyung took it and downed it in one go.

She acted composed, but he could feel how nervous she was.

A bit of whiskey slipped down the corner of her mouth.

He lifted a hand, wiping the trickle away.

“If you’ve changed your mind, say so now… You still have the chance.”

She shook her head vigorously.

“I’m fine.”

Kang-woo slowly approached.
Her taut tension made his nerves vibrate.

Her subtle body scent, mixed with familiar body wash, tugged at his control.
His mind was racing ahead, but outwardly he forced himself slow.
The hand that wiped the whiskey now brushed her flushed lips.

“That was your last chance.”

Kang-woo stole her lips.

His patience ended there.
Like Adam tasting the forbidden fruit, he couldn’t pretend leisure once temptation touched him.

He pulled her by the waist and kissed her deeper.

Her head tipped back to match his height.
When he sucked hard enough to hollow his cheeks, her muffled moan was swallowed between their mouths.

“Mm—”

Chaekyung squeezed her eyes shut; her reddened face filled his vision.
His hand dropped to her waist tie.
Her eyes flew open as it loosened, and their gazes locked.

Kang-woo frowned and drew back a step, looking her up and down.

Through the open robe, she was fully dressed in underwear.

A weak laugh slipped from him.

“You’re the one who seduced me, right?”

“……”

“And you still carefully put on underwear.”

“It felt awkward.”

She flushed red.

He grabbed her wrist and led her to the bedroom.
She hurried, trying to keep pace with his stride.

Soft, low lighting set the mood.

Kang-woo sat at the edge of the bed and released her wrist.
She stood before him.

“Take it off.”

“Huh?”

“Isn’t this the night you asked for?”

“……”

He planted his hands behind him on the mattress—waiting, unhurried.
Watching her.

She finally dropped the robe to the floor.
Smooth, flawless skin.
A slim waist.
A body fuller than expected for her small frame—beautiful.

His mouth went dry. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He pulled her waist in.

She tipped forward into his arms.

“Ah—”

He held her roughly, the feel of her body so soft it made his scalp prickle.

The more forceful he became, the more flustered she was—squirming.
If this was a reckless choice for her, he wanted her to have no regrets.

“You know this is a lot, right?
If you don’t like it, say so.”

She froze at his words.

“Keep… going.”

His restraint snapped.
He was suddenly parched with hunger—like discovering a woman for the first time.
His lips explored every part of her.

She bit her lip, but whimpers escaped anyway.

“You’re sensitive.”

“Could you… not talk? Mm—”

He nipped at her collarbone and she trembled.
He caught every movement, every flinch, every expression.

“So sexy.”

Chaekyung’s face grew more flushed and unfocused with every breathy moan.

It was strange.
Just a one-night stand—but he wanted to carve his name into her.
Tonight, he wanted to be someone she would never forget.

Her inexperienced reactions only pushed him further; his senses burned out like sweet poison.

He’d held back with patience—but for someone inexperienced, it wasn’t enough.
The closer they came to climax, the more frantic he grew.

“This is insane.”

His mind felt like it was floating out of his skull.
She was overwhelmingly intense.
He paused to slow down, looking at her beneath him—chest heaving, hot breath scattering against his skin.
Tears welled at her lashes.

“I’m trying to take it slow. Stay with me.”

Her scent, her heat—driving him mad.

He’d always been proud of keeping control with women.
But now his patience emptied and filled and emptied again.

Her body moved in rhythm under him, eyes tracing his face dreamily.
That look—the same one she’d had at the bar—lodged itself in his mind.

Her fingers clawed his back and arms as the sensations mounted.

Even that tore through his nerves.

At her peak, her back arched like a bow; she grabbed the sheets and then collapsed, limp.
Kang-woo, instead of spent, felt newly alive.

But when he touched her again, she pushed him weakly away.
He frowned.

“You wanted to spend the night, right?
Too late to run now.”

Instinct overrode thought.
He warned her like a threat—unable to let go once he’d tasted her.

She called his name urgently, but it did nothing.

“Wait—wait just a second—”

Their heated bodies refused to cool.
A spark was enough to ignite them again.

Her loosened body reacted to the slightest touch.

Several times that night, he took her again and again—only stopping after they’d both reached climax multiple times.
Chaekyung fell asleep first, dead-tired in his arms.

Kang-woo couldn’t look away from the woman whose name he still didn’t know.

Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, tangled hair, her pale skin marked all over by him—
It felt unreal, like a midsummer night’s dream.

“What are you…”

Kang-woo didn’t fall asleep easily.
When dawn crept in, he finally drifted off.
For the first time, sharing a bed after sex didn’t feel unpleasant.

Before sunrise, he woke.
The bed was a mess—but he was alone.

He got up to look for her, but like a dream, she had left no trace.
Only her faint scent lingered.

Then on the table in the living room, he noticed something unexpected.

He frowned.

Eight 50,000-won bills.

“…Ha.”

He was speechless.
She would be the only woman to ever give him this kind of experience.

Money for sex?
He was dumbstruck—and unreasonably provoked.

Her face at climax, the sensations that drove him wild, the unreadable look in her eyes as she gazed at him—

Is she trying to make herself unforgettable?

His expression hardened.

He had to find her.