Chapter 185: Cheon Yeo-wool (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 185: Cheon Yeo-wool (3)
Chirp, chirp.
I opened my eyes to the clear sound of birds chirping outside the window.
I had slept soundly.
My body felt refreshed, as if to mock the intensity of last night’s passion.
Though my eyes were open, my hand was still firmly gripping Cheon Yeo-wool’s soft breast.
Slide…
Startled, I tried to pull my hand away.
“Why are you pulling away…?”
Cheon Yeo-wool asked in a voice still heavy with sleep, rubbing her eyes.
Her voice was completely hoarse from the night before.
She then grabbed my hand and placed it back on her pliant breast.
Grip…
I let out a soft laugh at her actions and pulled her into my arms again.
Cheon Yeo-wool then snuggled into my embrace, whining playfully.
“Mmm…”
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“You…”
“…Again? You had plenty yesterday…”
I tucked Cheon Yeo-wool snugly under the covers and got out of bed.
The messy traces of last night, scattered across the floor, caught my eye.
“I’ll wash up and make breakfast. You get some more sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm…”
Cheon Yeo-wool still looked tired, so I told her to sleep more. She burrowed into the blankets with a satisfied smile.
Then, I headed to the en-suite bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, I was speechless for a moment.
“Hey… what the…”
My entire body was wallpapered with scratch marks and red kiss marks.
Shaking my head, I finished my shower and went out.
I went to the kitchen, put bread in the toaster, and started brewing coffee.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
“Hae-iiin…”
“Yeah?”
Wide open.
At my response, the door swung wide open.
Standing there was Cheon Yeo-wool, still wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts.
And spread across her pale white skin were the many proofs of ownership I had left last night.
“Amazing, right…?”
Cheon Yeo-wool pulled her shirt down, proudly showing them off.
I chuckled, placing the toast on a plate.
“Hey, same here.”
And I showed her the marks on my neck.
“Hehe…”
After seeing them, Cheon Yeo-wool went back into the room with a satisfied expression.
I finished setting the table for breakfast before she came out again.
I was in the middle of washing the few dishes we’d used.
Soft.
Someone wrapped their arms tightly around my back. I could feel every soft curve of her body against me. It was the same sensation I’d felt all through the night.
“What’s for breakfast?”
“Toast.”
“Yes…!”
I started to turn to go back to the table.
“Aaah…”
As I did, my elbow accidentally bumped against Cheon Yeo-wool’s chest.
The soft, pliant sensation traveled right through my elbow.
A flirtatious moan escaped Cheon Yeo-wool’s lips, and the sweet scent of her shampoo assaulted my senses.
Cheon Yeo-wool and I froze on the spot.
Our eyes met.
“Hee…”
Cheon Yeo-wool lightly licked her red lips… then stuck out the very tip of her tongue.
She grabbed my sleeve tightly with her small hand.
Cheon Yeo-wool pulled me again.
Back into the master bedroom, the scene of last night.
Click.
The door to the room was locked, again.
Cheon Yeo-wool pushed me onto the bed again.
And climbed on top of me.
Aaaah…
A voice leaked from the room.
*
Slurp… slurp…
Early morning.
A VVIP-only cafe near Maengju Building.
Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The savory aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air.
Kang A-rin, Yu Hana, and Ha Sion were in the cafe, each drinking their beverages.
There was only one reason they had gathered so early in the morning.
“She must be having the time of her life, huh?”
It was Kang A-rin who broke the silence.
Instead of her usual cool-headed expression, she wore an anxious and agitated look, chewing furiously on the straw of the grapefruit ade in front of her.
“Probably.”
Yu Hana, sitting at the corner of the table, answered nonchalantly. Her sky-blue eyes were trying to feign composure as she stared at the teacup before her… but their edges were trembling slightly.
Yu Hana realized she had been mistaken.
She thought she’d be fine, having awakened to a new state of being… but this was something she could never be okay with, no matter how hard she tried.
The woman they were talking about was, of course, Cheon Yeo-wool.
And the reason she’d be having the time of her life was because she had monopolized Jung Hae-in’s bed last night.
They had all agreed.
They would take turns.
Calmly.
Without conflict.
Their tacit agreement was not to burden Jung Hae-in, who had already hovered between life and death for two weeks, with their childish power struggles.
In that case, the most important thing was…
‘Who goes first?’
There had been much discussion about the order… but no conclusion was reached.
In the end, they chose the most primitive and fair method: drawing lots.
And Cheon Yeo-wool had won the draw.
Of course, a strong objection was raised, questioning if she hadn’t manipulated her luck with divine power.
But with no way to prove it, they had no choice but to concede the first turn to Cheon Yeo-wool.
And the result of that was last night.
“…Are you okay?”
Kang A-rin turned her gaze to Ha Sion beside her as she sipped her grapefruit ade.
Yu Hana and Kang A-rin had left the penthouse beforehand last night to sleep elsewhere.
But Ha Sion had not.
Whether she had some scheme or grand purpose in mind, no one knew, but she had decided to sleep in the penthouse.
Yet here she was now in this cafe… with heavy dark circles under her eyes.
In response to Kang A-rin’s question, Ha Sion just shook her head.
“It was insane…”
Only a single phrase escaped her lips.
The original plan was simple.
Surveillance.
Surveillance of any inappropriate activities that might occur in their room.
…In truth, it was all just an excuse. To put it bluntly, it was voyeurism.
She had planned to cloak herself by the window and watch what they were doing.
But.
She ended up seeing it.
Jung Hae-in’s beast-like hip movements, so vigorous they seemed about to break the bed.
And beneath him, Cheon Yeo-wool’s expression as she cried out, a face she had never seen before.
And as she listened to all the sounds with an archer’s sensitive hearing…
Ha Sion felt her mind gradually being corrupted.
In the end, she gave up halfway through and chose to flee the penthouse.
She just couldn’t bear it with a clear mind.
Bang.
Ha Sion slammed her hand on the table.
At her violent reaction, Yu Hana, sitting opposite her, flinched.
And she cried out desperately.
“Who’s next?!”
Ha Sion couldn’t stand it.
What couldn’t she stand?
The impulse she’d felt last night to break the window, go inside, and join their activities.
If she had waited a moment longer, she really would have intervened.
She thought.
Quickly.
As soon as possible.
She wanted to be under him… pinned beneath his hips.
Meanwhile.
Yoon Chae-ha’s room.
Click.
She arrived in her room early in the morning.
Yesterday was her grandmother’s birthday, so she had slept at her family home and couldn’t stop by the penthouse. And since she had to go to school today… she had no choice but to get moving from the crack of dawn.
Normally, she would have hated and been annoyed by the thought of going to school… But today was different.
Jung Hae-in was here.
Of course, she didn’t know if he would go to school right away or not, but she was happy just knowing she could go see him, even for a moment, during break time.
“Hoo…”
Yoon Chae-ha unpacked her things and quickly changed her clothes.
There was still a lot of time before she had to leave for school, so it seemed she could sleep a little more.
She lay down on her bed.
The soft bed enveloped her body.
I should get at least a little shut-eye.
But just then.
…Nngh…! Hah… Ah…!
“…?”
From somewhere, she heard a very faint woman’s voice.
And it was a rather… lewd sound.
Yoon Chae-ha, who had been lying down, sat up.
“……What is that…”
Did I mishear?
Thwack… thwack… thwack…
At the same time, she felt a faint vibration.
It was a very slight vibration that she could only feel because she was a sensitive mage.
Normally, she would have ignored it and gone to sleep… but Yoon Chae-ha couldn’t stand it.
Some instinct was warning her.
Yoon Chae-ha quickly cast Amplification Magic.
From now on, all sounds within this space would be amplified.
And then.
Slap…! Slap…! Ah! Aang! Hae-in…
The voice became much clearer and louder.
The source of the sound was the room directly above. That is, Jung Hae-in’s room… his master bedroom.
And the voice belonged to Cheon Yeo-wool.
Is she crying right now? No, this is different from crying.
A thoroughly wet and hot moan.
Besides, it wasn’t just the voice.
Slap… slap…
The sound of something damp and slick slapping against each other.
Creak…
The sound of a bed creaking violently.
Huuuh…
And on top of it all, the rough breathing of a man performing all these actions.
Yoon Chae-ha was a genius girl.
Her mind, without any prompting, quickly and accurately deduced the single act that this combination of sounds signified.
Yoon Chae-ha’s face began to slowly flush.
Haaahk……!
“Ah…”
At the same time as that final moan.
Her face beet red, Yoon Chae-ha fainted onto her bed.
It was more than Yoon Chae-ha could handle.