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“This is a Faust cocktail. It's also known as the Devil's Temptation.”
The bartender, who mentioned having experience working in New York, added a brief explanation in English.
Goethe's Faust. A story dealing with the desires and love of a human who made a contract with the demon Mephistopheles. It was a world-famous literary work, but Hee-jin had also read it because she had performed the violin arrangement of Liszt's Mephisto Waltz.
“The Devil's Temptation...”
Hee-jin felt a strange sensation. It felt as if it were a metaphor for her current situation. Go Seok-hyun, whom she had thought of as a young demon. Even though she believed there was nothing good about becoming entangled with him, he had come to her with an irresistible, sweet proposal.
‘What was the ending of Faust again...?’
The red liquor swayed, as if tempting her to take a sip quickly. After hesitating for a moment while holding the glass, Hee-jin brought the rim to her lips as if she had made a decision. The first taste was surprisingly smooth. A rich flavor of sweet tropical fruits lingered, but before she could fully savor it, the drink became intensely strong.
“Wow...”
Hee-jin closed her eyes tight at the powerful taste of the alcohol, letting out a low exclamation. Her hand, which had almost set the glass down because it was too strong to drink, hesitated out of lingering desire. She found herself wanting to taste that fleeting sweetness once more.
“Are you here alone?”
Suddenly, the sound of Korean startled Hee-jin, and she nearly dropped her glass.
“You have to be careful.”
A man, who had nimbly reached out toward the falling glass, smiled and said, “You have to be careful.” Hee-jin breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at the glass resting in his palm. A bit had spilled, but the glass was safe. The bartender belatedly provided a wet towel.
“You're Korean, right? I spoke to you because I was glad to see a fellow countryman, but I'm sorry if I startled you.”
Only then did Hee-jin turn her gaze toward the man in the beige coat. He was speaking affably, but he was a complete stranger.
“Mind if I sit next to you?”
“No.”
“Wow, so decisive.”
The man gave a sheepish smile at the immediate rejection. Hee-jin tried to take her glass back, but instead of handing it over, the man swirled it once and brought it to his own lips. Hee-jin's expression hardened at the sight of him drinking from it so casually.
“Whew, this is strong. You seem to be alone; why don't we drink together?”
“I'm with someone.”
“That's too cliché. You've been alone this whole time, haven't you?”
“......”
Hee-jin frowned at the remark, which suggested he had been watching her for a long time. The man set the glass down and pulled out a chair.
“How long have you been in Tokyo? A trip?”
He acted as he pleased, as if he had no intention of listening to Hee-jin. Just as Hee-jin was about to call the bartender out of unpleasantness, her expression softened unconsciously upon seeing the shadow that formed behind the man.
“What is going on here?”
“Wha—what?”
The man, who had been pleased thinking she was smiling at him, was startled by the sudden voice and shrank back awkwardly. Thinking he had made a fool of himself, he cleared his throat and straightened his posture, but as soon as he looked back, he cowered again. He was overwhelmed by Seok-hyun's presence, who was larger than expected and possessed an intimidating gaze.
“I asked what is going on.”
Hee-jin had never heard Seok-hyun speak in this tone before. He usually spoke in a mid-range baritone. When he was in a slightly good mood, his voice would rise to the lower range of a tenor, but now his timbre was far heavier and the pitch lower. The voice, with its suppressed energy, resembled the resonance of the violin she had felt today.
“Ah... so, are you the boyfriend?”
“I asked what is going on.”
A voice so sharp it was chilling. Because the man was blocking her view, Hee-jin couldn't see Seok-hyun's expression. However, she could feel that the man was terrified. Feeling an inexplicable chill, Hee-jin gripped her trembling wrist.
“M-my apologies.”
Seok-hyun let out a low snort as he watched the man flee as if he were running for his life. For some reason, Hee-jin saw him in a different light. To think she felt he was reliable and someone to lean on. That Go Seok-hyun. The drink she just had must have been incredibly strong.
“Thanks... for helping.”
As Hee-jin, who had also been watching the man, thanked him, Seok-hyun shifted his gaze to check if she was alright. Yoo Hee-jin was someone who radiated an aura that told everyone to stay away.
Even if he hadn't arrived in time, there would have been no chance for that slow-witted man. However, the mere fact that he had approached Yoo Hee-jin made him feel foul. How dare he.
“Does this happen often? That kind of move.”
“Sometimes? Thanks to you, I got rid of him easily.”
Hee-jin laughed softly and brushed back her hair as if relieved. Seok-hyun sat down and watched her with his chin resting on his hand. Perhaps due to the bar's lighting, a mysterious hue hovered over her face, and the sight was so beautiful that his hand rose instinctively.
“......”
Hee-jin watched the hand moving toward her head. If it had been yesterday, she wouldn't have allowed this hand to touch her. Even this morning, she would have already stepped far away.
He was a being she had hated and even inwardly loathed. In truth, Hee-jin had disliked him even before he broke her violin. He would barge into the practice rooms and lesson rooms as he pleased, disrupt her concentration, and say things that grated on her nerves. When he pointed out something she had already been corrected on by her teacher, she felt like she wanted to gag herself.
He was a person who lived in a completely different world from her—someone without tact, empathy, or desperation. Even now, over a decade later, nothing seemed to have changed.
But perhaps it was because of the gratitude for the dream-like experience he had provided. Or perhaps the alcohol added to it; once she let go of those old emotions, Go Seok-hyun wasn't so bad. The nickname "Devil's Temptation" certainly suited the drink. After just one sip, it made her want to give in to that temptation.
“As I thought, light suits you, Noona.”
Seok-hyun's hand cast a shadow over Hee-jin's head. As he checked the appearance of the shadow, his face had already drawn very close. Hee-jin's pupils trembled slightly as she faced Go Seok-hyun right before her eyes.
“I'll make sure you're under the brightest spotlight.”
The moment Seok-hyun moved his hand, Hee-jin closed her eyes tight. She felt the heavy sensation descending upon her lips, but she neither avoided it nor opened her eyes. It felt as if light were descending upon her.
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“Haah, I don't... need... that. Just do it...”
As Hee-jin, leaning against the wall, urged him in a flushed voice, the hand spreading her buttocks tightened. Hng, Hee-jin pressed her face against the wall and gasped for air.
“Do you prefer it rough? You should have told me sooner.”
Seok-hyun laughed low and flicked his fingers inside her. The slippery love juices wet his fingers, creating a suggestive sound. Hugging Hee-jin from behind, Seok-hyun toyed with her nape and ears with his lips. It was a pity he couldn't see her face, but Hee-jin stubbornly kept her back turned. As if she didn't want to show him this kind of face.
“Hngh...”
Seok-hyun loved how the inside of Hee-jin's body became drenched as he moved his fingers. His penis, already erect to the point of pain, was clamoring to just ram and thrust in as Yoo Hee-jin desired. However, Seok-hyun loathed acting so irrationally. It made no sense to rush through this complex collection of stimuli so haphazardly.
“Hurry...”
But now, that irrational longing defeated his reason. At Hee-jin's behavior, begging him to put it in quickly, his thinking slowed as if all the blood meant for his brain had rushed to his groin. Forcing her legs wide, Seok-hyun rubbed his hard penis against her vulva.
At that moment, Hee-jin gasped loudly and scratched the wallpaper as if tearing it. Seok-hyun was no different. It felt far hotter than when he felt her with his fingers, as if the glans were about to be burned.
Seok-hyun's penis poked around the vulva as if searching for the entrance. At the stimulation hitting the most sensitive and fragile part, Hee-jin's legs trembled violently. Just as she was barely holding herself up to avoid collapsing, her vaginal opening flew open. The penis, forcing its way through the opening, thrust deep inside.
“Hngh...!”
Unable to bear the pain, Hee-jin let out a moan that sounded like a scream. Seok-hyun reflexively covered her mouth with his hand and shoved himself in even deeper. He didn't stop even as Hee-jin's waist arched backward.
“You told me to just put it in, didn't you?”
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