Contract Marriage with a Male Friend - Chapter 42

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#42

What breached Su-i’s threshold was breath as heavy and scorching as Beom-jin’s massive frame.
Pinning her completely against the wall, Beom-jin probed with the relentless intensity of someone who would tolerate not even the smallest gap between them.
He caressed the soft interior of her mouth, then shifted—his tongue tangling with hers as he drew hard, his thirst laid bare in every rough motion.
One of his hands cradled her delicate neck while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her forcefully against him.
Through their pressed chests, the fierce hammer of Beom-jin’s heartbeat radiated into every fiber of Su-i’s being.
“Ah, mm…….”
The endless mingling of saliva and the subtle friction of skin against skin fractured the hallway’s silence in a way that was undeniably intimate.
As Beom-jin’s hand traced down Su-i’s waist and gripped her hips, drawing her up, their lower bodies aligned without a trace of space between them.
Overwhelmed by his relentless momentum, Su-i’s breathing quickened.
A burning heat surged up from deep within her lower belly.
“Oh, no, Beom-jin…….”
Caught between sweet and dizzying pleasure and pain, Su-i had no choice but to cling to his shoulders.
“Ah…… say my name.”
Beom-jin murmured softly as he drew her lower lip into his mouth.
“Hmm? Say my name, sweetheart.”
“Mm, b, Beom-jin…… Beom-jin…….”
The moment his name spilled from Su-i’s flushed lips,
Beom-jin’s reason snapped entirely.
Tension flooded through his entire body. The muscles already hard as stone seemed to swell even further, gripping her as though he meant to swallow her whole.
His solid thighs drove between her legs, bracing her firmly.
“Ah…….”
“Let’s go home. I want to devour you.”
‘What kind of perverse thing is he saying…….’
But her lips didn’t pull away.
Against the blunt weight of heat rubbing so brazenly against her most sensitive place, Su-i could only grit her teeth and let out moans.
“Even so, mm, we need to stay a little longer…….”
“How much longer?”
Beom-jin spoke with his lips still pressed to her neck.
“One minute? Five?”
“That’s, ah, too short…….”
“All right, then thirty minutes. I don’t think I can hold back any longer than that.”
Su-i couldn’t protest further.
She was in no better condition herself.
“Mm…….”
Hearing her whimpered assent, Beom-jin drew her close and took a deep breath.
“At least eat plenty while we’re still here.”
He whispered against her ear.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday anyway, sweetheart.”
I’m not letting you go.
At his low, rough voice—as though he were licking her eardrum—Su-i trembled involuntarily.
‘It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting to sleep early tonight.’
How relentlessly would he drive her through the night?
His tireless stamina and that raw hunger mauled their way through her thoughts.
A vague dread at the endless rush of pleasure to come, coupled with a surge of anticipation, left her lower belly thrumming.
“……I don’t know. Idiot.”
Su-i’s face flushed crimson.
Seeing her like that, Beom-jin gave a soft laugh before pressing his lips to hers again, unable to restrain himself any longer.
As he cradled her delicate neck and waist, his lips still seeking hers, his gaze suddenly grew cold and fixed on something beyond them.
“……!”
A woman who had been watching them from around the corner of the hallway flinched the moment her eyes met Beom-jin’s, then hastily hid herself.
The woman who paled and hurriedly fled was Kim Se-na.
‘How did he notice?’
No—more than that—
He continued kissing her without missing a beat, even after spotting the eavesdropper.
As if to say: you mean nothing, you could never shake me in the slightest.
‘How could this be? How? Grandfather said not to worry……!’
The sudden news of Beom-jin’s marriage had cleaved Kim Se-na’s world in two.
That Beom-jin, who had never given even a glance to social gatherings in his life, would appear at such a grand and crowded affair meant only one thing.
He meant to engrave his woman and this marriage indelibly into everyone’s mind.
It was a warning: don’t even think of touching his bride.
“……There has to be an opening somewhere.”
Kim Se-na’s eyes gleamed with the light of someone who had never failed to obtain what she desired.
‘A man of Beom-jin’s stature wouldn’t suddenly marry a woman of such inferior station.’
There had to be a reason for a woman who was nothing more than a funeral director—not even the youngest daughter of the Haejeon Group—to announce such an abrupt marriage.
‘I’ll uncover it, no matter what.’

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The two of them returned to the banquet hall and were immediately swallowed up by crowds of well-wishers.
Throughout it all, Beom-jin kept Su-i at his side without a moment’s separation.
In the end, Kim Se-na’s plan to level some sort of warning at Su-i came to nothing.
After their long round of greetings, the two made their way back.
“Ah……!”
The moment the entrance door closed, Beom-jin scooped Su-i into his arms.
With her slender thighs wrapped around his waist and his lips locked to hers, he moved without hesitation toward the bedroom.
As though he hadn’t waited long enough, seized by a thirst that drove him forward, Beom-jin roughly tore off his necktie and discarded it.
Then he unzipped Su-i’s one-piece dress in one motion and threw it onto the floor.
As her pale skin, exposed above her underwear, trembled faintly, Beom-jin’s eyes darkened with desire.
“You promised earlier. You said you’d let me devour you.”
“I, I never…… mm…….”
“Pamper me all night, sweetheart. All right?”
Soft kisses, tender ones, light ones.
His lips traced audibly down her pale skin, past her flat lower belly, moving toward something deeper.
Su-i’s grip on the pillow tightened.
Her hips began to shift as her legs trembled.
“Wait, just……!”
“No waiting, sweetheart. Only forward.”
Her underwear, drawn down to her ankles, dangled helplessly before slipping limply to the floor.
As he settled her thighs deeply over his broad shoulders, Beom-jin lowered his head without restraint.
As the raw, explicit sound grew louder in the silence, Su-i’s moans and ragged breathing deepened as well.
Against the hot, roaming caress inside her and his persistent devotion, Su-i felt a shudder that turned her mind white.
The sensitive friction spread from her core through her entire body.
As Su-i arched back, overcome by pleasure beyond control, Beom-jin—as if he’d been waiting—shifted his weight forward.
“Ah……!”
Su-i’s nails dug into his powerful muscles.
Yet Beom-jin seemed delighted, pressing his lips to her temple as he began to move in earnest.
“Mm, wait, something’s, I don’t think I can…… ah!”
“I told you. No waiting.”
Beom-jin kissed her forehead and raised his broad torso.
The sight of Su-i beneath him, flushed and moaning—it was far too precious to him.
A body no more than half his own size, this fragile frame receiving him over and over—
“I adore you, Su-i.”
The moment the words left his lips, Su-i’s body tensed.
Beom-jin’s brow creased as he groaned softly.
“Ah…… you’re going to spoil me tonight, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t, talk like, mm……!”
“I’ve never liked these gatherings, but today was fun. Because I got to introduce Su-i as my wife.”
Beom-jin pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle, then began to mark her with his teeth.
“I’ve already finished the guest list for the wedding.”
At the word wedding, Su-i—shaking violently beneath him—managed to open her eyes.
She gazed at him with hazy, helpless eyes and asked back,
“A guest list……?”
“Yes.”
Those with appropriately closed mouths and reserved natures.
Or those loud enough to spread word of his marriage to Su-i far and wide.
And even those who had once looked down on her, presuming to comment on her background.
Beom-jin gripped Su-i’s trembling waist firmly beneath him and let out a low chuckle.
“It’s going to be an interesting wedding. You should look forward to it.”

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