Vol 3 Ch 22

The days, like any other, passed between the man and me.

CEO Jang still went to work whenever he felt like it and returned home at any time. Sometimes, it was in the early dawn, and other times, it was deep into the night when even the moon had fallen asleep.

In the meantime, I had unwrapped the bandages from my hand. The white cloth had now moved from my hand to another place.

Tonight, the man came home in the evening. A shadow of exhaustion hung over his sharp features. As he loosened his tie with dry hands, he headed straight for the shower.

I took his jacket and put it away in the wardrobe. The wooden hangers were no longer in the room. He had once found them bothersome and grabbed them by the neck, shoving them into the storage unit on the terrace.

While he was in the shower, I prepared dinner in the kitchen. As soon as I heard the bubbling sound from the stew boiling on the induction stove, I quickly turned off the heat.

Shortly after, the man, now in comfortable clothes, came to the dining table. I had just placed the stew on the table. Taking off my cooking gloves, I sat across from him.

“……”
“……”

Dinner was silent. So quiet that even the clinking of utensils was barely audible.

As I quietly picked up my chopsticks, I suddenly felt his gaze on my neck. When I looked up, as expected—CEO Jang was staring at me. His sunken eyes were as cold as ever.

Instinctively, I grasped my neck. The rough texture of the bandages brushed against my fingertips. The man’s lips parted.

“Since the bandages stand out against your pale skin, tilt your head back.”

“……”

A curt, commanding order with no room for argument. There was no way I could refuse.

I rose from my seat and approached CEO Jang.

Thick thighs, which seemed impossible to part by any external force, made space for me. I obediently stepped between them, pressing close to his body.

His large, bony hands gripped the nape of my neck. My head was tilted back completely, exposing my throat to him. The orange glow from the lamp above the table filled my vision.

It’s too bright…

Under his touch, the bandages unraveled smoothly. My scar was laid bare beneath his gaze. Like handling an expensive liquor bottle, he carefully tilted my neck this way and that.

“…Hmm.”

“……”

His touch was unusually gentle, but I couldn’t let my guard down. If he applied even a little pressure, my neck would snap like the lead of a pencil.

Finally, his large hands slid away from my neck. But then, they stealthily slipped under my shirt.

“Lift your shirt.”

Slowly, I rolled up my shirt to my chest. CEO Jang’s gaze roamed over my body, scanning every inch. Bruises—red, yellow, and blue—blossomed like mold across my skin.

“With such fair, delicate skin, I figured bruises would look just to my liking.”

His tone was indifferent, but the meaning behind his words was vile. To say something so casually, as if bruising me was a given.

His shameless hand traced over my skin.

“…Ah.”

His fingers, wandering around my waist, finally pressed down on a bruise.

…Ah!

The pain made me curl my shoulders inward, and only then did the man let me go.

“Well, I wasn’t the one who put those there.”

Tap, tap. His fingertips drummed against the table. His displeasure was evident in the gesture.

I lowered my shirt and stood still, watching him carefully. His tightly clenched jaw made me press my lips together.

What should I do? I haven’t done anything wrong, yet I feel like I’m being punished.

“……”
“……”

Since meeting my uncle, CEO Jang and I hadn’t spoken about that matter again.

We ate at the same table, tangled our tongues, and pressed our bodies together—yet neither of us mentioned it. He must have sensed that I was deliberately avoiding the subject.

Scars and bruises would heal with time. However insignificant it was, I wanted to preserve this fragile peace.

That’s why, even though CEO Jang often gave me frightening looks when he saw my exposed neck and body, I pretended not to notice.

But it seemed the anger he had been suppressing had finally erupted.

How should I handle this?

I should try to appease him.

But I had no idea how.

After racking my brain, I finally came up with something…

I reached out and wrapped my arms around his tanned nape.

Thud. The fingers tapping the table stopped.

I pressed closer, settling onto his thigh. His firm, meticulously sculpted muscles supported my body as if I were sitting on a statue.

For a brief moment, CEO Jang completely froze—like he had been hit with an electric shock. His disheveled pupils lifted to look at me, who was clinging to him.

“…What are you doing?”

His smooth forehead creased into a scowl.

Still clinging to his neck, I hesitated.

I had acted on impulse, remembering the time he had asked if I would sit on his lap while he drank. But as expected, his response was as cold as ice.

My fingertips, which had been touching his skin, cooled with embarrassment.

The man jerked his chin.

“Go.”

With my face burning red, I slowly unwrapped my arms and stood from his lap.

The back of my neck felt hot with humiliation.

I hurried to return to my seat—but before I could move—

A hand swiftly reached out and seized my forearm.

My body spun around in an instant.

“…Ah!”

CEO Jang grabbed my chin.

And without warning, he crashed his lips against mine.

His tongue greedily invaded, sucking and tugging as if trying to extract it from the root. He plunged deep into my throat, only to retreat and dive back in—like he was devouring me whole.

The crude, relentless kiss made my face flush with heat.

The man’s hands tore roughly at my shirt, stripping it off. His impatient hands groped my chest and waist as if they were his own. I reached for his zipper and pulled his pants down. The man’s c*ck sprang out, and I grabbed it, shaking it. The dark red c*ck quickly swelled to its limit, dripping with pre-c*m.

I leaned back against the table, set with food, and accepted him on the chair. The heat of passion burned through me, melting my senses. To keep from being consumed by the ashen flames, I had no choice but to cling tightly to his body.

The chair creaked and shook. CEO Jang gnawed at my bruised skin, then licked it. His fierce eyes licked at my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His c*ck plunged madly into me. When he used his fingers to stretch me, it felt entirely different. His thickness was incomparable, and even halfway in, my insides were turned upside down.

“…C-CEO Jang.”

I wrapped my legs around his thick waist as his c*ck thrust deeper inside. I gasped and jerked upward.

“…Hngh, please, don’t be angry, ugh!”

Under his merciless hands, my buttocks were forced apart, and his c*ck plunged urgently between them. He pounded inside relentlessly. His balls slapped against my cheeks. I buried my face in his chest and clenched my eyes shut. Soon, my vision shattered into white.