Contract Marriage with a Male Friend - Chapter 12

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#12

An Sui clawed at her hair, letting out a strangled cry.
“No, no—it wasn’t supposed to happen like this…”
It all came flooding back. Unfortunately.
Yes, it was deeply, devastatingly unfortunate.
That shouldn’t have happened.
She shouldn’t have… done something like that.

“Haah, Beom Jin…”
“What? Don’t like it? You said your body felt good.”
“Too fast… slow down… ah!”
“That’s alright. The night’s long.”

An Sui’s mouth fell open.
Those words really came out of my mouth? Me?
“I’ve completely lost it, An Sui…”
What was I thinking? What on earth was I thinking?
She wanted to dismiss it as a dream, but the throbbing ache radiating through her entire body told the truth.
That a night with Beom Jin had been very, very real.
‘Insane. Insane. Completely insane.’
There was no other word for it. Madness, pure and simple.
Who was Dok Go Beom Jin?
Since third year of middle school, he’d been the kind of friend who showed her everything—his good side and bad, nothing hidden.
Especially, he knew better than anyone the weaknesses she preferred to keep buried.
Which meant they were absolutely, positively not the kind of friends who should do ‘that’.
They weren’t supposed to. And yet…

“Relax your legs, An Sui. If you hurt yourself like this, what then?”
“Please, stop… it’s too warm.”
“Better warm than cold. Women’s bodies do better with heat. Especially there.”

The moment she recalled the top of Beom Jin’s head visible between her parted thighs—
“Ugghhhhh! No, no!”
An Sui clapped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a silent scream.
When the memory surfaced of his smooth tongue sliding through her like a snake, his heat—her lower belly flared to life.
And with that sensation, she finally understood.
She had lost the childhood friend she thought would be by her side forever—all in one night.
“This is a dream… this is a disaster…”
Yes, literally a catastrophe. An emergency situation.
Dazed by the shock of losing a friend in an instant, An Sui suddenly pushed herself upright.
She had to escape. Fast.
“Ungh…”
But her body wouldn’t obey her mind.
The moment her feet touched the floor, a sharp stab of pain shot through her, and she collapsed back onto the bed with a groan.
‘What time is it?’
An Sui turned to check the clock on the side table and her expression turned grim.
‘It’s already almost noon?’
Beom Jin could have finished his Early Morning Exercise twice over by this hour.
Which meant…
He was probably downstairs. Almost certainly.
Beom Jin was usually home. His outings were limited to shopping with her at the mart or taking a walk around the neighborhood.
An Sui took a deep breath, rose slowly, and eased herself off the bed.
Each step brought a fresh wave of pain, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through.
When she finally left the Guest Room—practically her own room by now—and opened the door, despair washed over her.
‘…As expected.’
The aroma of Bean Sprout Soup was wafting up from downstairs.
After her father—a lawyer—transferred to the overseas branch, Beom Jin had been living alone and started seriously learning to cook.
But oddly, despite picking up everything else with ease, his cooking skills had stubbornly refused to improve.
The only dish he’d managed to master was Bean Sprout Soup.
While An Sui, who remembered everything but suffered brutal hangovers, would be writhing in pain, Beom Jin, who couldn’t remember a thing but felt no hangover, would prepare her hangover cure.
She’d always found that rhythm comforting, something to be grateful for…
But now it was awkward beyond measure.
The Kitchen was positioned such that you had to pass through it to reach the front entrance.
‘Haah. What do I do?’
An Sui sank down onto the Stairs.
Besides, no matter how careful she was, Beom Jin was sensitive to even the tiniest sound. There was no way he wouldn’t notice her.
And right now, with her entire body throbbing, moving quietly was out of the question.
‘Now that I think about it…’
An Sui recalled a fact she’d momentarily forgotten in her panic to escape.
She’d done it with Dok Go Beom Jin.
Her first experience. Something so explicitly intimate. With a friend who was like family.
She buried her head in her hands, curling inward as her silent scream tore through her.
She couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened. The sensation of him inside her was too vivid, too clear.
Her lower belly was still throbbing. That said it all.
‘And he was… really big, wasn’t he?’
An Sui had no experience.
But piecing together the scattered rumors she’d heard from others—
His size deviated significantly from the standard.
It’d felt like her entire body was being split in two. No exaggeration.
And not just once…
The memory that never broke even when drunk had fractured under the weight of last night with Beom Jin.
When exactly had she blacked out?
No, wait—that’s not what matters right now!
“Haah. How do I slip away…”
“Slip away from what?”
An Sui’s head snapped up at the sudden, low rumble of a voice.
Beom Jin stood at the foot of the Stairs, looking down at her.
“D-Dok Go.”
“What are you doing up here?”
“That’s… well…”
“Can’t move?”
An Sui’s mouth opened, but Beom Jin’s hand extended faster.
He lifted her as easily as he might lift a small child.
“Wait, what—let me down!”
“You can’t move.”
An Sui fell silent, his accuracy a direct hit.
Beom Jin proceeded without hesitation, carrying her along.
‘…What? What is this?’
He’s acting like nothing happened?
Am I the only one who cares?
Dok Go Beom Jin seemed exactly as he always was.
Unlike her, whose cheeks burned the moment she touched his shoulder, remembering last night.
Last night—she’d clung to these broad, solid shoulders and writhed like mad. The memory flooded her mind.

“Wait, if you do it that way… ah! You scratched… there…”
“It’s fine. Scratch me more if you want. Or better yet, dig your nails in.”
“How could you… mmh, Beom Jin. You’re too big, it’s hard…”
“Hard? If you were in my position right now, you’d know how ridiculous that lie is.”

Beom Jin laughed, his voice dropping to something dark and seductive.

“You’re loving it. Trying to break me in half.”

An Sui’s face flushed deeper red.
Did those words really come from Dok Go Beom Jin?
This dense, slow-witted one?
Who couldn’t even tie his necktie properly.
Who wouldn’t eat if she didn’t remind him.
Who let cults drag him around by the nose.
‘No matter how I think about it, it has to be a dream.’
He wouldn’t say something that crude.
Especially not to her.
From the moment they met until now, Beom Jin had never crossed that line.
Of course, he did tend to dote on her more than he did others, to worry more about her.
But that had always been as a friend.
So what was last night?
‘Dreams are supposed to come from the subconscious… but this doesn’t make sense.’
She swore she’d never once imagined Beom Jin saying something like that.
“Does your head hurt?”
An Sui snapped back to attention at the sudden question, her eyes refocusing.
Beom Jin stood in the Kitchen still holding her, watching her carefully.
He must have taken her lost expression for pain.
“Let’s go to the hospital.”
“No, no—I’m fine. You know how bad my hangovers get.”
The hangover had actually worn off long ago.
What she’d done last night must have been quite something.
“Let’s eat first, then take some medicine. Don’t take it on an empty stomach or you’ll have acid reflux.”
The same tone as always. The same voice, the same expression.
And yet for some reason it felt tender, and her heart—which had briefly calmed—began to race again.
‘Am I losing my mind?’
Beom Jin hadn’t changed at all, yet she kept finding hidden meaning in his smallest gestures.
‘But now that I think about it… isn’t he being too calm?’
As if nothing had happened at all.

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