Vol 3 Ch 19

In a dimly lit space, CEO Jang appeared. The man declared that he would punish me for stealing what was his. His lips never moved, yet I could hear his voice. It was so bizarre that I immediately realized—I was dreaming.

The man pinned me beneath him, opening his mouth wide. Even though it was a dream, I was gripped with fear, swallowing it down hard. I promised to return the drugs, even claiming I’d shove my hand down my throat and vomit them all back up.

He paid no mind to my pleas. Instead, he shoved my fingers into his mouth and bit down. Crunch, crunch—his unyielding jawbone crushed the bones in my fingers. Beneath his thighs, my groin began to heat up. He was aroused too.

At that moment, I couldn’t tell if what he was doing was devouring me or violating me. Was his desire rooted in lust or hunger?

I screamed, desperately calling out for someone.

“…CEO… CEO Jang…!”

Realizing who I was pleading to, I shivered violently. To be trapped beneath the very person trying to consume me, crying out for him—it was absurdly ironic.

Reaching out, I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he devoured me. Pressing my cheek against his neck, I cursed him under my breath, wishing for his misfortune. My lips brushed his ear as I uttered my curse. His face crumpled like discarded paper.

And then, oddly enough, a strange sense of peace overtook me. Suddenly, my vision went white.

***

“…Ah.”

A faint moan escaped my dry lips. Someone slipped an arm beneath my neck and propped up my upper body. Tepid water trickled into my open mouth. Grateful for the relief, I eagerly gulped it down, swallowing greedily. Gulp, gulp—the water slid down my throat, calming my heart, which had been pounding as if on fire.

As I wetted my parched mouth, I pushed open my heavy eyelids. The first thing I saw was CEO Jang’s face. He was placing the cup he held onto the bedside table.

My vision was blurry. The room was soaked in the faint, bluish light of dawn, like a mist. My body was drenched in sweat, every inch sticky. My lower half, in particular, was soaked through—enough to make me wonder if I’d had an accident in the night.

I glanced toward the man’s thighs. At some point, he’d put on a pair of comfortable, loose lounge pants. His thighs and hips were also damp.

“…”

“…”

I quickly pieced things together. The sheets beneath me were soaked where my hips rested, and the dampness on his pants was surely from my body. He must have held me in his arms, causing both of us to get wet.

Shame burned through me, and I gripped the sheets tightly. I bit down on the inside of my cheek until the flesh felt ragged.

The man slipped his hand between my legs. I pressed my thighs together to block him, but his persistence easily overpowered my feeble resistance. His hand slid deep between my thighs, caressing the wet skin. The sticky fluid spread with a squelch as his fingers smeared it across my skin.

“You were calling for me while you came.”

His words brought back the names I’d screamed in my dream. CEO Jang, CEO Jang. His sharp eyes softened subtly, a peculiar heat gleaming in his dark gaze.

In a voice that cracked miserably, I offered an excuse.

“…A nightmare. I had a nightmare.”

The man’s hands, which had been gently stroking my thighs and hips as if handling delicate porcelain, abruptly stopped. I confessed, “You appeared in my dream and made me miserable.”

For a while, he said nothing. No, it was as if he’d forgotten how to speak entirely.

“It was horrifying,” I added.

His finely arched brows shot up sharply, twisting as if a brushstroke had gone awry. A faint crease appeared between them.

“So horrifying, I wanted to bite my tongue and end it all.”

His clenched jaw twitched subtly. His hand, still fondling my thighs, gripped with more strength. His eyes, catching the faint morning light, glinted a cold blue. I thought he might lash out in anger.

But instead, he stroked my cheek and neck with his damp hand. Goosebumps rose where his touch lingered.

“How frightened must you have been, for all your downy hairs to stand on end?”

He leaned down and licked my cheek. His tongue pressed down the tiny hairs that had stood on end, one by one, as if soothing them back into place. Like a large feline grooming its cub, he licked and nibbled at my earlobe, his hands exploring my body.

“Here, too,” he muttered, brushing the back of his hand over my sagging scrotum. “All the hairs are wet.”

His touch sent a ripple through me, and despite myself, I grew slightly aroused. It was a physiological response I had no control over, but the humiliation was unbearable. Turning my face away, I tried to avoid his gaze.

But he grasped my semi-rigid length with his hand, his heated touch startling me. I flinched, trembling violently. His other hand slid beneath me, probing the swollen, tender entrance that bore the brunt of the prior night’s ordeal.

“It looks like some tissue might be torn.”

“It’s just swollen,” I replied weakly.

“…”

He rubbed the inflamed flesh gently with his thumb, indifferent to my protests. His eyes, glinting with hunger, fixated on my lower half.

I let out a sigh, the lingering ache making my breath shudder. I turned my head away to escape his gaze, only for my eyes to land on his thighs. They were damp from my fluids. The face of the man from my dream flashed through my mind—the one whose appetite I couldn’t decipher, whether for hunger or lust.

Terrified he might try to penetrate me again, I braced myself. Fortunately, CEO Jang limited himself to moving his fingers within me.

“…Ahh!”

My overly sensitive body, already pushed to its limits, spilled over again. The man’s abdomen was smeared with my release. Without a word, he began stripping off his clothes, revealing his robust, tan body, marred with small scars here and there, in the dim light.

“…”

“…”

Naked, he reached out for me. With a few deft movements, the shirt hanging from my elbow slipped off. He lifted me from the bed, and I clung to his neck out of fear of falling. My hardened nipples grazed his firm chest as I pressed against him.

CEO Jang carried me to the bathroom, setting me down briefly by the edge of the tub as he filled it with water. Once it was ready, he stepped into the bath with me in his arms. The warm water enveloped my exhausted body, lulling me into a drowsy state.

Afterward, he dried me with a towel and returned me to the bed. Lying there, I blinked slowly, my eyelids heavy and hot, as if scorched. Through my hazy vision, I saw him.

His usual impassive expression remained as he toyed with my fingers. My vision grew cloudier, and soon, I drifted out of consciousness again.