Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 62

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#Episode 62

“……Why, why are you—?”
Did she smell of something?
She’d showered that morning, but she’d been running around all day—maybe the scent of sweat clung to her. The thought flickered through her mind.
“……Is it because I smell of sweat?”
A soft laugh escaped him.
He pulled back the face he’d drawn close, his shoulders shaking with silent amusement.
Why! Why!
She turned her head in disappointment, and only then did the passing pedestrians catch her eye.
Insane. Han Bom had lost her mind.
To think of kissing in a place this crowded, with so many people around.
Professor was far more mature than she was.
Han Bom cursed herself for such a shameless thought, desperately hoping the darkness would hide her burning cheeks.
“Bom.”
Cha Tae Moon’s burning gaze lingered over her full lips.
Beneath his languidly lowered eyelids, his dark eyes rippled with barely contained desire.
Ah, so the Professor was holding back too.
Han Bom rose onto her toes, breathing in his scent deeply as it drifted on his warm breath.
And instead of a kiss, she pressed her lips to the edge of his jaw.
His Adam’s apple bobbed sharply. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, releasing a short, strained laugh.
“……I missed you.”
Cha Tae Moon tilted his head slightly, licking his lip with the tip of his tongue, and smiled with clear intent.
“Do you know what’s scattered all around here? A few steps and there’s a hotel.”
Like a predator regarding prey, he stripped away reality with that trivial provocation.
“Ah, yes, that’s… true.”
Cha Tae Moon’s eyes, dark with raw desire, turned toward the hotel gleaming with its ornate facade.
“Should we go?”
“…….”
Finally!
A night with him!
Her heart began pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. In truth, the tension twisted her stomach so tight it ached.
“If I do this, it’ll look like I came running just to sleep with you tonight.”
Though he spoke with a half-smile, his expression—like he was barely restraining something explosive—seemed precariously close to the edge.
After brushing back a strand of her tousled hair, he took her hand again and began walking.
The words rose to Han Bom’s throat: couldn’t they just go into the hotel and sleep?
He liked her this much—so why was he hesitating?
The sea breeze swept across them.
But it wasn’t enough to cool the tension and fervent heat hovering between them.
She glanced up at him as he slowly loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons, releasing a deep breath.
His gaze, fixed downward, settled on her.
“I’ll be here for three days. Tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that.”
He spoke while tightening his grip on her hand.
Three days……!
Han Bom’s cheeks flushed as she nodded slightly.
It sounded like he was saying there was plenty of time, that it didn’t have to be tonight.
“Then, tomorrow…….”
She was about to ask if she should mentally prepare herself, but he spoke with firm resolve.
“For all four days.”
His eyes, fixed on her with unwavering determination, burned with intensity.
“For all four days?”
She looked up with wide eyes, and Cha Tae Moon’s lips curled lazily upward.
“Yes. I’ll lock you in the bedroom and hold you. Again and again.”
“Is that even possible?”
“It is.”
Han Bom laughed at his words. There was something so desperate about the way he wanted to hold her that it felt good, and it made her laugh.
“You’re laughing?”
Cha Tae Moon looked down at Han Bom with a mischievous expression.
“Oh, no. I just… like it.”
Just thinking about it made her belly tighten and dampen with heat.
She’d heard some people broke bed frames doing it—she should at least manage that much.
She had no experience, true, but she wasn’t deaf to what people said.
Han Bom couldn’t suppress the wanton demons that danced in her mind.

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Mustering superhuman restraint, Cha Tae Moon turned his steps back toward the Hospital for Han Bom’s sake—she had to work tomorrow.
“Professor?”
“Hmm?”
“Where are you sleeping tonight?”
“……”
“You didn’t bring your car, did you?”
This was going to be the longest night he’d ever endured.
He knew she was asking out of concern, but the desires he’d been holding down surged back at once.
He drew a shaky breath and nodded curtly.
“Haven’t decided on lodging yet. Any suggestions?”
It was essentially asking where they should spend their first night together.
Though Han Bom probably wouldn’t catch on.
“I’ve heard the newly renovated H Hotel is excellent. It’s close to the Hospital too.”
“Shall we go there then?”
“Yes. The views are beautiful, and they say the breakfast is wonderful.”
“That one over there?”
Cha Tae Moon pointed toward the imposing hotel structure in the distance.
“Yes.”
“All right. I’ll go with that.”
He resumed walking.
Though they’d decided to wait until tomorrow, Cha Tae Moon’s mind was still raging with internal warfare.
As they passed the H Hotel, Han Bom’s eyes brightened as she gazed toward the main entrance.
The scent of her skin, carried on the breeze, made his head spin.
“Han Bom.”
A sound scraped from Cha Tae Moon’s throat.
“Yes?”
“I didn’t come here to sleep with you. I came because I wanted to see you.”
At his words, Han Bom smiled faintly, her lips curving upward with a tenderness that moved him.
“Thank you. I believe you.”
“I really didn’t come here to sleep.”
Cha Tae Moon insisted again, and Han Bom let out a small, delighted laugh.
What could possibly be so funny?
As if she didn’t know his insides were charring black.
Burning fierce and hot until nothing remained but ash—he didn’t understand why he still felt so ablaze.
“But I don’t want to let you go.”
Cha Tae Moon squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, exhaling hot breath.
“Shall we stay together then?”
Bathed in the light spilling from the hotel, Han Bom’s face glowed with beauty.
Her eyes in particular shimmered like stars in the night sky.
“What do you think I can do?”
“…Well, maybe what I’m imagining?”
Han Bom laughed shyly.
Cha Tae Moon decided he could hold back no longer.
To hesitate now would unmake him.
He took Han Bom’s hand and walked into the H Hotel.
They checked in quickly and headed for the elevator.
Han Bom’s eyes trembled slightly.
She’d clearly noticed the unmistakable condition of his lower half.
Soon enough, she would discover this was nothing—just the beginning.
He was exercising superhuman restraint even now.
With his gaze fixed on her soft, glistening lips that he wanted to taste, Cha Tae Moon let out a faint smile.
Ding.
The elevator arrived, and Cha Tae Moon held his Card Key against the panel and pressed the button.
The elevator shot upward toward the Presidential Suite Room on the top floor, where the ocean spread out in a single glance below.

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The moment they stepped into the room, Cha Tae Moon was on her.
His kiss was wild and savage as a starving beast. Han Bom felt her whole body consumed by lips that roamed everywhere at once, leaving her breathless.
His thick tongue claimed her delicate one, trapping it between his.
Friction and the scrape of teeth sent saliva trailing down her chin, and he swept his tongue through it, swallowing every drop.
When her breath quickened and she pulled him closer by the neck, something hard pressed against her body through the fabric between them.
At the same time, a low, ragged exhale tore from his mouth as his tongue scraped the roof of hers.
He spread her legs wider with his muscular thighs and pushed upward, and her body jolted as though electricity had shot through her.
Han Bom gasped for air that had nowhere to go, her breath coming in broken fragments, but he stole that too.
This kiss felt different from all the ones he’d given her before.
The large hand cradling the back of her head slid down her spine, traveling lower.
His hand was hot, and his touch was urgent.
It dug into her waist, pushing up the hem of her blouse, then slipped beneath the fabric against her bare skin.
A gasp escaped her.
The moment his large, warm hand touched her bare flesh, he undid her bra with a practiced motion.
His lips left her mouth and traveled down her neck, crossing her collarbone.
The tickling sensation made her curl her toes.
His breath came ragged and bestial, filling the silent room with sound that grew louder.
As he pushed her back, her body gave way, retreating step by step.
Ah!
His hand found her breast—a place no one had ever touched before.
“Han Bom.”
His dark eyes traced the wetness of her lips, descended past the delicate line of her throat, lower and lower.
The intensity of his gaze felt like it was binding her entire body.

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