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Hunter aggressively pushed past her closed lips.
[Mmph….]
It was a kiss that felt like a punishment.
His tongue thrust deep into her mouth without leaving a shred of room. Like a ruthless conqueror invading without mercy and demanding submission, he ransacked her mouth as if it were his own.
He licked and rubbed every corner, catching her tongue whenever it tried to escape and sucking it in. Their hot breaths mingled, and the dizzying sensation made her head spin.
As Hunter’s upper body, sculpted with a large frame and hard muscles, pressed her chest flat, her breasts spilled out over the top of her bra. She felt suffocated by the heavy mass pressing down on her without any finesse.
Hunter used his knee to pry her legs open and slotted his thigh between them. Their lower bodies pressed together without a gap, their legs intertwining.
Startled by the sudden parting of her legs, Jiyu writhed and struggled, twisting her waist. It looked as though her slender legs were trying to squeeze the athletic, firm thighs of a sportsman from both sides.
The hard pillar protruding through his pants rubbed against her soft thighs. Realizing this, Jiyu stopped her meaningless gestures of resistance and simply gripped the bedsheets.
[Ugh….]
Hunter let out a rough groan that scraped his throat, flowing into her mouth, before pulling his lips away by a mere sliver. Jiyu gasped for air frantically. However, far from showing mercy, Hunter stuck out his tongue and licked and sucked her lips like a dog.
[Haa, I can't... breathe, Hun... ngh!]
As she shook her head to avoid him, Hunter grabbed her chin and swallowed the stuttering words she managed to spit out, as if even her voice belonged to him.
Jiyu panted urgently and tapped his shoulder. Only then did Hunter pull his lips away, poking the area where her dimples formed with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his lips thickly over them.
She had a vague sense that he possessed a strange obsession with her dimples.
At times, even when there was nothing to laugh about, he would persistently demand that she smile so her dimples would show; yet, if she happened to be smiling when they ran into each other, he would snap at her for smiling pointlessly. She had given up on trying to understand him because his standards were completely unpredictable.
Having moved his lips to her ear, he sharpened his tongue, tracing the curve of her outer ear before delving into the ear canal. Hunter knew that her ears were exceptionally sensitive. The wet sounds and the fierce, heavy breathing vibrated thrillingly against her eardrums.
Jiyu shuddered at the chilling sensation. Goosebumps broke out across her entire body, and a dull ache tightened between her legs. Her slender thighs instinctively tightened. But once again, this only served to squeeze Hunter’s thigh.
Just as she felt the pillar poking the soft inner part of her leg twitch, Hunter let out a boiling groan into her ear.
Jiyu didn't want to feel anything. If she could, she wanted to separate her consciousness from her body. However, her body betrayed her will, gradually heating up in response to the familiar stimulation Hunter provided.
The hand that had been gripping her chin moved down and seized her breast over her bra.
Startled to the point that her breath stopped, she grabbed his forearm. Until now, no matter how maddeningly desperate Hunter had been, he had never touched her body without permission.
In that moment, Jiyu felt a crushing realization of what she had lost in exchange for a hundred thousand dollars. Even though she knew she had no right to, tears welled up in her eyes.
She slowly peeled her hand away from his forearm. Her hand wandered in the air for a moment before gripping the bedsheets again. She turned her head and closed her eyes to hide her tear-filled gaze. Rough, hot breath poured over the nape of her neck.
[Huu….]
Hunter rubbed his nose against the thin skin of her neck, where her pulse was racing, and inhaled deeply. Jiyu’s scent, which was difficult to describe, stimulated his sense of smell. He buried his lips into the soft skin and took another deep breath.
It was incomparable to the nauseating perfume that Sienna Reed sprayed constantly. Jiyu’s scent was as faint as her presence, meaning he had to bury his nose and breathe in deeply to catch it.
He had merely buried his nose in her neck and gripped her breast over her underwear, yet his penis, flooded with an uncontrollable rush of blood, became painfully hard.
Was it because of her bewitching scent?
Whenever he held Jiyu, it felt as if his brain functions temporarily shut down. Even the rage that had been burning explosively just a moment ago was blurred and pushed to a corner of his mind.
The emotional rollercoaster he had ridden over the past few days was a kind of hell he had never experienced in his entire life. Jiyu, who had stood in the center of that vortex mocking him, had even delivered a massive blow to the back of his head as the grand finale.
After telling him to stop and to break up, before the shock had even faded, she sold herself to him for a mere hundred thousand dollars, claiming she needed the money. And even while making such an irrational request, she didn't even tell him the reason, as if she didn't trust him.
In a life punctuated by privilege, he had never waited so long and endured so much to get something he wanted. As time passed, his anxiety grew. However, knowing that the fruit is sweeter when time and effort are invested to obtain what one desires, he had endured and waited.
That was why it was even more insulting.
All it took was money; why had he been so sparing and patient?
Who was Jiyu Parker, anyway?
If he had known she was a cheap thing that could be obtained so easily, he wouldn't have wanted her from the start.
But it was already too late.
Long-standing desire had clung to him like inertia, making him pounce like an animal in heat the moment he smelled her scent. He found himself utterly pathetic.
He could simply say, "You got the money you wanted, now get out of my life," but those words simply would not come out of his mouth.
Because if he did, that damn Jiyu Parker might actually disappear from his life.
[Ha.]
Exhaling a breath full of resentment, he sank his teeth into her fragile neck as if punishing her. Jiyu’s shoulders trembled, and she let out a small moan, like a dying animal.
He couldn't stand the fact that he had been helplessly swept away, unable to control his own desire. Jiyu had dragged him down into a filthy mire—a rock bottom he hadn't even known existed within himself.
Hunter’s world was simple and clear. There was a distinct line between like and dislike, between things he wanted to do and things he didn't.
Jiyu was the only gray area. She belonged to nothing, yet she belonged to everything. She confused him by crossing those lines however she pleased.
[I really hate you, Jiyu Parker.]
Hunter whispered through his teeth into her ear, as if making a vow to himself.
Jiyu stiffened for a moment and let out a breath that sounded like a sob. Her face looked as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment. However, she bit her trembling lower lip and held back the tears. Then, as if avoiding him, she turned her head to the side.
Irritated, Hunter grabbed her chin and forced her to face him again. Her eyelashes, clumped together by tears, trembled and lifted convulsively, and her moist eyes looked up at him. As she released the lower lip she had been biting, the blood rushed back to the lip that bore the tooth marks.
He glared at Jiyu like that for a long time. His engorged penis throbbed painfully.
'I loathe myself for still wanting you even now.'
Breathing heavily, Hunter squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.
Fuck. Whatever happens, happens.
[You... make me a son of a bitch.]
Hunter pushed himself up and pushed up Jiyu’s bra. For the first time, her bare breasts were revealed before his eyes. Jiyu, her face flushed bright red, covered her chest with both arms.
The bra, which had been pushed up to her chin, slid back down the moment he let go. Clicking his tongue, he gripped the bra with both hands and applied force without hesitation. Snap, the thin strap broke.
[Hunter!]
Shocked, Jiyu called his name like a scream.
[Move your hands.]
Hunter commanded, tossing the remnants of the crumpled bra from his grip. Jiyu’s shoulders trembled, and she hesitated, her hands hovering as if unsure whether to move them.
[Do I have to move them for you?]
Hunter threatened in a low, sunken voice.
The flush that had started from her ears and cheeks slowly spread, coloring her entire body in blotches of red. Trembling slightly, Jiyu squeezed her eyes shut and slowly lowered the arms covering her chest. Then, she gripped the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Holding his breath, Hunter watched the scene without blinking once.
Had it been since he was fourteen?
The sight he had imagined hundreds of times had finally appeared before his eyes as a physical reality with texture and touch.
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