Chapter 788: Misunderstanding
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 788: Misunderstanding
"Now then, shall we get to your duties as a slave?"
Sun-woo spoke, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
'D-Duties as a slave?!'
Upon hearing those words, Ha Su-ryeon’s face began to turn deathly pale.
As she met his sly grin, a wave of anxiety surged within her. What exactly did he mean by "duties as a slave"?
'N-No way... could it be?!'
In that instant, a thought flashed through her mind—a worst-case scenario. The possibility that he intended to take her body.
'No... it can't be...'
Ha Su-ryeon began to shake her head vigorously.
She held a sliver of belief that Jang Sun-woo wouldn't do something so despicable. While he couldn't exactly be called a chivalrous hero, he wasn't a villain like Lee Jae-won. It seemed impossible that he would use a bet as an excuse to force himself on her.
'No... but you never know... he is a man, after all... he might find it hard to stay rational.'
Ha Su-ryeon slowly raised her gaze.
She met his eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul; she intended to read the emotions hidden within his heart.
But as she looked into Sun-woo’s eyes, Ha Su-ryeon grew even more ashen. His gaze seemed filled with a sense of intense longing, as if he were craving something desperately.
'That... that's lust...'
She was certain. What he craved was the fulfillment of his desires—to feast upon her curvaceous body.
'What should I do... what on earth... should I do...'
Ha Su-ryeon began to fidget restlessly, agonizing over the choice before her.
"Why no answer?"
When she remained silent, Sun-woo spoke again, his expression mischievous.
"Do you... really have to go that far?"
"This is a strictly mutual contract. Are you planning to break it?"
Sun-woo continued, waving the certificate stamped with her signature. He looked incredibly smug.
"Even so... treating me like a slave is..."
"Did you expect to pocket a million Nyang for free without anticipating this kind of treatment?"
Sun-woo spoke with an amused expression.
"I didn't... really intend to take the full thirty percent... honestly, I was only going to take about ten..."
"That’s strange. What I heard was a thirty percent stake."
"............"
Ha Su-ryeon fell into a tight-lipped silence. She realized that in trying to act generous, she had completely trapped herself.
She had dug her own grave.
"Ugh..."
A pained groan escaped her lips. The thought of losing her chastity to him filled her with a sense of utter misery.
It was a purity she had cherished and guarded for twenty-six years. It was the result of her old-fashioned belief that there should be no intercourse without love. But today, that pure body was in danger of being completely shattered—and by a man she didn't even love.
How could she not be pained? How could she not feel wretched?
"I'm getting tired of waiting," Sun-woo said in a calm tone.
His words began to weigh on Ha Su-ryeon. She felt a crushing pressure, as if she had to make a decision right this second.
".........Fine. I'll do it."
Finally, with a look of grim determination, Ha Su-ryeon looked at Sun-woo and spoke. Her eyes were filled with resolute will.
"An excellent choice."
Sun-woo spoke with a satisfied expression. He seemed quite pleased with her decision.
"I'll make one thing clear."
Ha Su-ryeon looked at Sun-woo with cold eyes.
"You will never have my heart."
Sshhh.
Ha Su-ryeon slowly cast aside her veil. Her incredibly beautiful face was revealed to the world.
Hair as black as the darkest night.
Skin as white as jade, providing a stark contrast.
Eyes that looked strangely languid and hollow.
A peculiar slant to her eyelids.
A unique atmosphere that stirred a protective instinct.
A sharp, high bridge of her nose that looked like it could cut.
And deep red lips that contrasted with her dark impression.
A peerless beauty with a sultry, decadent aura had revealed herself.
"..........."
Sun-woo stared at her with a blank expression. He had seen her face several times before, but he could never quite get used to it. That erotic, decadent beauty and her overwhelming seductive qi made his heart race.
Rustle.
Then, she began to slowly remove her outer garment.
Bounce.
Ha Su-ryeon’s dazzlingly beautiful upper body was revealed.
Perhaps because she rarely exposed herself to the sun, her skin was as white as jade. Her breasts were incredibly large compared to her slender frame. Because of their sheer size, her nipples were slightly inverted. And her abdomen was firm and devoid of any fat, as if she practiced constant physical training.
It was a sight so beautiful that the word "dazzling" felt inadequate.
Sun-woo’s face flushed as he stared blankly. He was entranced by her form, which looked as if the Creator had sculpted it with every ounce of His effort.
After a moment...
"W-Wait a minute!"
Sun-woo, snapping back to his senses, quickly raised his voice. He looked utterly bewildered.
"Why? Are you feeling guilty now?"
Ha Su-ryeon looked at Sun-woo with eyes full of contempt.
"No... what are you doing right now?"
"Isn't this what you wanted? Or did you want me to take off my lower garments first? Fine. I'll do as you wish."
Rustle.
Ha Su-ryeon reached down and began to untie her belt.
"No! Stop!"
Grab.
Sun-woo quickly reached out and grabbed her waist, preventing her skirt from falling.
"Do you prefer to undress me yourself? You really are an unspeakable pervert."
Ha Su-ryeon shot Sun-woo a gaze as cold as the bitter cold northern wind.
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Sun-woo raised his voice in frustration. He had never wanted anything like this.
"Then what is it? What exactly do you want? Ropes? Candle wax? Or do you want a whip? Just say the word. Though I have no experience, I can endure it. I have enough knowledge passed down from the courtesans."
Ha Su-ryeon spoke while looking at Sun-woo with a determined gaze. She was serious. Though it was shameful and humiliating, she intended to fulfill her promise with total sincerity since she had given her word.
Throb. Throb.
Faced with her resolute eyes, Sun-woo felt a throbbing headache. This girl was clearly laboring under a massive misunderstanding.
"Hey."
Sun-woo called out to her with a heavy expression.
"Speak."
"Are you a pervert?"
"...........Pardon?"
Ha Su-ryeon looked bewildered by Sun-woo’s question. It was a completely unexpected inquiry. A pervert, out of nowhere? Wasn't the pervert Jang Sun-woo himself?
"Why the hell are you stripping all of a sudden?"
".......Didn't you tell me to fulfill my duty as a slave, Sun-woo?"
"I never said that involved taking your clothes off."
Sun-woo asked back, looking incredulous. He had indeed told her to fulfill her duty as a slave. But he had never told her to undress. He hadn't had the slightest intention of using her for that purpose in the first place.
"............Ah..."
Hearing Sun-woo’s words, Ha Su-ryeon let out a faint gasp, her face going blank. A long silence followed. She seemed to be chewing over his words in her mind.
After a long while...
Whoosh!
Her face, which had been filled with coldness and contempt, turned beet red before shifting into an expression that looked ready to burst into tears.
Tremble.
Furthermore, her entire body began to shake. She realized she had made a monumental misunderstanding.
"Sun... Sun-woo..."
She finally spoke in a small voice.
"What?"
"Could you... turn around for a moment?"
"If I let go, your skirt will fall."
Sun-woo gestured with his chin toward the skirt he was holding.
"Then just... turn your head and keep holding it... I'll... figure something out..."
She pleaded earnestly, looking as if she would burst into tears if touched.
"....Fine."
Sun-woo turned his head to the side.
Rustle.
The sound of her hurriedly tying her belt tickled his ears.
"You can... let go now..."
Sun-woo released his grip.
"Until I... tell you to look... you must... absolutely not turn around..."
"......Got it."
Sun-woo replied with his head still turned.
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of fabric reached his ears. She was likely picking up her discarded top and putting it back on. Sun-woo felt a mix of embarrassment and a slight bit of excitement, struggling to maintain his composure until she was fully dressed.
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".............."
Having fully dressed herself, Ha Su-ryeon sat down and hung her head low. She couldn't find the courage to face Sun-woo.
'I'm such an idiot...'
She began to berate herself, calling herself the biggest fool of all.
".........Are... are you okay?"
When she remained silent, Sun-woo spoke up to break the awkwardness.
".......I'm fine.."
In truth, she wasn't fine at all. She had shown her pure body, which she had kept hidden for twenty-six years, to a strange man. And she had done it by undressing herself. How could she be fine? She felt ashamed and humiliated, wanting nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into.
".........I'm sorry..... I misunderstood.."
Ha Su-ryeon apologized, looking at Sun-woo with tearful eyes. Because of her useless misunderstanding, she had treated him like a despicable villain and a lecher. She had to apologize.
"......Well... it happens."
Sun-woo scratched his cheek. He figured it was a situation where one could easily misunderstand, given the circumstances. It was also his fault for not being specific about what he wanted her to do.
".......What you saw earlier..... could you please forget it?"
Ha Su-ryeon spoke with a desperate expression. She begged him to forget, to never think of it again.
"I'll forget it.... In fact, I don't even remember."
Of course, that was a lie. While he had been staring at her blankly, he had perfectly seared the image into his memory. The fact that her skin was as white as jade, that her breasts were unexpectedly large once the clothes were off, and even the fact that her nipples were inverted because of their size—he remembered everything.
But Sun-woo told a white lie to be considerate of her embarrassment.
"..........Th-Thank you."
She thanked him with a very polite attitude. It was a stark contrast to when she had been glaring at him with contempt.
".........It's... no big deal."
Sun-woo spoke as if it were nothing.
"................."
With those words, an awkward silence settled over the Inner Guest Room once more. Neither of them spoke.
After some time...
"........The duty I was going to ask of you as a slave... was paperwork. I have a lot of things to write, including investment proposals and various other documents.."
Sun-woo had no intention of using her for that purpose. While it was true that her decadent atmosphere, peerless beauty, and incredible seductive qi were extremely arousing, he couldn't possibly enter into a sexual relationship with her. He already had over ten wives; how could he add another woman to the list? Besides, if he added another without permission, he’d not only be "Dog Sun-woo" but would likely be kicked out of the Tang Clan by Tang Seo-yoon. There was no way he could recklessly take in another woman. It was out of the question.
"......I see.."
Ha Su-ryeon replied in a dejected voice.
"Can I... ask that of you?"
"......Yes.."
"It's uncomfortable for you to be here, right?"
"........Yes.."
Ha Su-ryeon spoke with a deeply flushed face. Hearing that, Sun-woo scratched his head. It seemed staying here wasn't a good idea.
"......Then..... I'll... send the work through Ye-seol. You can go back now."
"......I'll do that..... Goodbye."
Ha Su-ryeon stood up and gave a polite bow.
Patter, patter, patter.
Then she began to move with quick, hurried steps toward the exit.
Creeeak.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Soon the door closed, and the sound of her running away loudly could be heard. It seemed she had bolted the moment the door shut. Sun-woo just stared blankly at the closed door.
'Pink nipples.'
He thought to himself, remembering Ha Su-ryeon’s half-inverted nipples.