Vol 3 Ch 12

When I got home, I sat quietly on the sofa.

A technician had briefly stopped by to install CCTV cameras on the ceiling and left. The technician climbed up and attached cameras all over the house, except for one place—the man’s bedroom. Just like in the hotel, the man didn’t allow CCTV in his personal space. It made sense. Who would want their own image recorded?

From one side of the ceiling, a camera seemed to watch me. It was so deliberately placed that it faced the television, capturing my face as I watched the screen.

Noise spilled out from the television. Even though actors with recognizable faces were reciting their lines, all of it came through as indistinct noise. My thoughts were tangled like electrical wires in an old alley, crammed into my mind with no space for even the faintest sound to enter.

…No one had visited the hospital room. That wasn’t surprising for distant relatives who were never warm to begin with, but what about my uncle?

I put a hand into my mouth and bit down. The bandage, worn thin from countless times in water, brushing against objects, and enduring my teeth, was now frayed beyond repair.

What snapped me out of it was the sound of the elevator arriving. I quickly checked the wall clock. Five in the evening. It was too early for CEO Jang to return, but he was the only one who could have come.

I didn’t feel like sitting still, nor did it seem appropriate to greet him like an obedient dog. In the end, I stood in the middle of the living room, in an awkward spot, waiting for the man.

“You’re back.”

As he headed toward his room and began removing his jacket, I quietly approached, took it from him, and hung it on a hanger attached to a wooden standing rack in the corner of the room, making sure it didn’t wrinkle.

CEO Jang stood in front of the bathroom attached to his room, beginning to remove his clothes. He loosened his tie, pulling it out in one motion, then unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease. His eyes remained fixed on my neck the entire time. The persistence of his gaze made me feel uneasy, and I rubbed my bare neck with my palm.

The long hair that once covered my ears and neck was nowhere to be found.

When I had looked in the mirror, I’d thought it was cut a little shorter than I expected, but the hairdresser had assured me this was the style these days.

“You got a haircut.”

“…Yes.”

“I can see your entire nape.”

CEO Jang tilted his head slightly, undoing his belt as well. My nape. Should I be thankful he didn’t call it something vulgar?

Zip. The sound of his zipper reached my ears, and I quickly averted my gaze. Heat spread from my cheeks across my face.

The man, now stripped to his bare self, entered the bathroom. Shortly after, the sound of running water echoed from inside. I gathered the clothes he had left near the bathroom door, sorted those needing washing into a storage box, and set aside the ones requiring dry cleaning.

Standing absentmindedly by the half-open bathroom door, I eventually made my way to the kitchen. I placed the stainless steel wok on the induction stove and turned on the heat. It was still early evening, and I assumed the man hadn’t eaten yet, so I decided to prepare something in advance.

“……”

I moved mechanically. With the same mindset I had as a golf club employee providing service, I prepared everything.

I took side dishes out of the neatly organized double-door refrigerator and set out plates. The dishes, meticulously prepared by the skilled housekeeper for the man, were perfect in aroma, appearance, and taste.

To prevent any broth from splattering on the man’s expensive clothes, I picked up a neatly folded apron and tied it loosely around my waist. I rolled up the ends of the slightly long sleeves, remembering how he had once made a fuss when I accidentally wet my clothes.

“……”

Immersed in the task, I was almost oblivious to my surroundings. But sensing a gaze, I lifted my head and glanced at the small window above the sink. A dark silhouette stood behind me. Startled, I turned around quickly.

The man was leaning against the wall, watching me.

He adjusted the loose tie of his robe and approached me.

“Who told you to do this?”

“…The housekeeper mentioned this morning that you liked meat.”

“And you’re wearing my clothes.”

Before I could respond, his thick arms slid between my side and arm, locking firmly around my waist and pulling me close.

My back hit his solid chest with a thud as he buried his sharp nose deeply into the nape of my neck. His breath, warm and damp, brushed against my neck, and the faint scent of his cologne from earlier in the day filled the air.

“That’s because I didn’t have any clothes to change into….

 “And you walked around so boldly exposed, too.”

CEO Jang’s hand easily slid into my pants. The loose waistband readily allowed him entry.

“What kind of underwear are you wearing?”

Without stopping, he pulled off my pants. The lower half of my body was exposed in an instant. He grabbed my hips with his hands, shamelessly examining the cheap underwear covering me.

“You should’ve just taken one of mine. Why didn’t you?”

If I ended up being intimate with CEO Jang, it was inevitable that he’d see my underwear. That’s why, as soon as I got home, I changed into a pair I’d just bought and threw his into the bathroom trash.

He gripped the center of me with his hand and kneaded it, speaking as if to himself.

“Ah, the size didn’t fit, huh?”

The hand circling my waist crept under the apron and fiddled with the gaps between my shirt buttons. When his warm hand touched my bare skin, I shivered.

“You met with your mother, didn’t you?”

“…Yes, thank you for that.”

“Then why the long face? Did you go there and cry your eyes out again?”

I couldn’t respond, lowering my lashes. He feigned concern in a contrived tone.

“What happened this time?”

Trying to steady my increasingly labored breathing, I opened my mouth.

“…CEO, by any chance…”

I bit and released my lower lip, struggling to suppress the moans rising within me. He let out a low sound.

“By any chance?”

“…Hah, did the hospital say anything about a middle-aged man coming by?”

His cool, snake-like eyes momentarily wandered in thought. Stroking the nape of my neck, he replied.

“Well, I don’t think I heard anything about a middle-aged man. Are you referring to that uncle who went missing?”

“I was told my uncle arranged the hospital transport. I thought I’d find him there, but I couldn’t.”

“Is that so?”

The hand inside my shirt lazily roamed near my chest. When his thumb pressed on my nipple as if testing a button, the already sensitive area quickly hardened. A faint deflating sound escaped me, as if mocking my state.

“So that’s why you’re upset?”

“No, I just… had something to find… ahh.”

Using his fingers like pincers, he pinched the tender skin and twisted it clockwise. The sharp sensation spreading from my chest made me instinctively flinch.

“Something to find? What is it?”

“…A, a bankbook.”

Repeating my words, he flicked my nipple. I let out a whimper and grabbed his wrist. At the same time, something firm pressed against my hip.

“A bankbook?”

“…Yes, my mother’s bankbook….”

“Ah, your mother’s bankbook.”

“…Yes, hah.”

My panting breaths were swallowed by CEO Jang’s lips. Our tongues tangled hungrily. His nimble hands stripped my lower half bare in no time.

He didn’t stop at just removing my pants; he took me right there in the living room. Sitting on the sofa with my legs spread, I knelt on the rug in front of him, swaying my hips like an animal.

“…Ah, ahh, ahh!”

The apron strings I’d loosely tied were long undone. The string, hanging around my neck, swayed with every movement of my hips. His member repeatedly entered and exited me, pressing deeply enough to make my body shudder whenever it reached my walls.

Pushing up the shirt covering my lower body, he grabbed my hips as if to crush them, kneading the soft flesh in his palms before letting out a satisfied groan.

 “Hmm, hah….”

Through swollen eyes, I could see CEO Jang’s face, his gaze heavy with pleasure fixed on me. As he lowered his face toward mine, he consumed my breath with his lips. In response to his call, I clumsily moved my tongue, licking the inside of his smooth mouth. He bit down lightly on my tongue, the sting making me tense.

“Ugh….”

“…Hngh, hah!”

The sound of labored breaths and animalistic panting filled the living room as we switched positions recklessly, losing ourselves in the act. The non padded floor strained my back, making me hunch over in pain. Clicking his tongue, he picked me up like a child and carried me to his bed.

On the bed, we ended in missionary. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto my cheek. His flushed eyes, as red as mine, looked down at me. His lips occasionally parted with soft groans, parching my throat.

 “Mm….”

“Hah, ahh, ah!”

He climaxed inside me, the warm sensation spreading as I, too, couldn’t resist the wave and released again. His weight collapsed onto me, and for a while, we lay chest to chest, catching our breaths.

The rapid thumping of our hearts gradually steadied, his no different from mine. Though our bodies were sticky with sweat and fluids, exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted into sleep, overwhelmed by the events of the night.