“You don’t stand a chance with me.”

Beastlike black eyes and a savagely frozen expression.

“What are you going to beat me with? Money? Looks? Fame? Don’t tell me, studying?”

The face that was always silent and cold twisted like a demon. Eun-seong pressed Hye-yeon against the wall, closing the distance until their bodies were flush, and looked down at her with unfocused eyes.

“No matter how hard you claw your way up, you’ll never make it. Why try so hard? It’s painful to watch.”

She never imagined his voice could sound this cruel. It felt as if all the effort she had poured into her school years was collapsing along with her heart.

Her eyes burned on their own, and her hands trembled as she clenched them tightly.

Swallowing her resentment, Hye-yeon spoke.

“Does saying things like that make you feel better?”

For a moment, Eun-seong’s expression seemed to harden, but she didn’t care. To return the hurt she’d been given, Hye-yeon deliberately chose the words he hated most and spat them out carefully.

“You already have everything. There’s nothing you don’t have. So why, why do you have to do this to me?”

“I don’t have you.”

Eun-seong stepped even closer, his thigh pressing between hers. As he pinned her to the wall and pushed his lower body against her, she felt something hard and swollen below.

“I really have everything. Except you.”

Just the faint breath that brushed her skin along with his cold voice was enough to make Hye-yeon’s entire body tense up. Her heart pounded violently, and the eyes meeting his trembled helplessly.

Pressed tightly together below, she felt his heavy presence, heat seeping through the two layers of fabric between his slacks and her thin spring skirt.

“So now I’m going to take you.”

“Eun-seong.”

“You’re mine now. So don’t mix bodies with some filthy bastard. Mix with me instead. Mine’s a virgin, so it’s fucking clean.”

“Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”

“I do.”

Eun-seong’s hand gripped her between the legs.

“I’m saying I’m giving myself to you completely.”

Hye-yeon gasped and grabbed his wrist.

“W-wait. Eun-seong.”

Was he losing it because he was angry about what happened earlier?

She hesitated for a split second.

She was about to tell him to calm down, that Hyunwoo and she weren’t like that, but before she could get a word out, his lips came crashing down on hers, hot and forceful.

“Mm… ngh!”

It was a rough kiss.

“Hah, mmm…”

A feral kiss, like he was going to bite and swallow her whole. His tongue forced its way between her lips, leaving her unable to breathe.

Not knowing what to do, Hye-yeon blinked rapidly and clenched her fists.

Panicked, she tapped his shoulder, trying to push him away, but the man was solid as rock and didn’t budge. Instead, she staggered, overwhelmed by the dizzying sensations.

Her heart thudded.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Everything felt unfamiliar.

The large, veined hand wrapped around her wrist. The hard, muscular body pinning her against the wall. Most of all, the fact that the man prying her lips open and sweeping her palate with his wet tongue was Eun-seong made it unbearably unreal.

“Hah.”

Every time he pulled back for air, Eun-seong grabbed her jaw and pushed his tongue even deeper.

Their warm saliva mixed, soaking their lips, and every time he sucked on her soft mouth, obscene sounds filled the space.

Hye-yeon’s face burned as if it might burst, her entire body twisting and writhing.

Below, she was drenched as if she’d made some kind of mistake, hot and unbearably ticklish, and not knowing what to do, she only twisted her waist uselessly. Sensing her state immediately, Eun-seong lifted her skirt and slowly slid his hand into that hidden place.

“Ah, Eun…!”

Her breathing grew ragged, her heart threatening to explode.

His hand crept along her thigh, brushing lightly over her underwear soaked with slickness. A sweet, indecent scent rose from between her legs.

“You’re really hot here right now.”

Breathing just as hard, Eun-seong pressed his lips to hers again. It was the first time someone else’s hand had touched her there, and goosebumps erupted across her skin, her toes curling.

“Hah.”

She never expected the reckless suggestion she’d made in anger to turn into this. It wasn’t what she intended, but for some reason, Eunseong’s touch didn’t feel bad.

No, honestly, it felt good. Good enough that she found herself wishing he would touch her deeper.

“Hng, mm…”

When she let out a needy sound, unable to bear the way his hand hovered around the edges, Eun-seong’s fingers slid into the split between her folds, rubbing slowly.

“Ah!”

The touch was frighteningly blissful. It felt so good that she regretted having lived her life without ever knowing this sensation. At the same time, a sense of corruption crept in, guilt quietly pooling in her chest.

“Relax, Hye-yeon.”

Is this really okay?

It feels like we’re doing something so wrong.

“Hah… you’re so pretty…”

The man’s whisper at her ear was like an antlion pit. Low and gentle, yet impossible to escape, as if her entire body were bound tight with rope.

“This won’t do, our Hye-yeon.”

Before she realized it, Eun-seong lifted her and laid her onto the bed, crossing his arms as he pulled off his shirt. In the process, the silver glasses he always wore were flung off along with it.

The frames landed beside the bed, scattered carelessly among the clothes. The mattress rocked heavily, and Eun-seong caged her between his arms as he looked down at her.

“I guess I’ll have to cherish you for the rest of my life.”

A face so insanely handsome it made her wonder how a human could look like this.

“I want it to be like this forever. Just the two of us.”

As always, his expression was tightly controlled, not a trace of emotion leaking through, but this time, her reflection was clearly visible in his pitch-black eyes.

It felt like a screw had come loose in a piece of furniture worth hundreds of millions, something that had once been flawless. When he’d acted cold and inhuman, everything about him was rigid. Now, only one thing was hard as he thrust against her.

“Ah… you’re insane…!”

When his hand crushed her chest roughly, she completely lost her senses. Her face burned red, warning alarms ringing loudly in her head, but this crazy bastard didn’t stop for even a second.

It was that day that Hye-yeon realized for the first time.

The high school classmate she thought she knew, Tae Eun-seong, was actually a dangerous man.