Impossible Romance - Chapter 52

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52.

“Yes.”
I picked up my spoon and took a sip of soup, then lifted a small portion of rice. In that instant, Seok-ha placed delicate white fish flesh atop my warm rice without a word.
I looked up at him.
“Why?”
“You’re doing something you don’t usually do.”
“I’ve always been affectionate. You just didn’t know.”
He shrugged and continued eating.
I smiled softly watching him.
I loved how Seok-ha was so brazenly affectionate like this.
At that thought, tears pooled in my chest like a puddle forming in my eyes. Fortunately, I was only crying inside, so it didn’t show on the surface.
Seok-ha placed bulgogi on top of my rice spoon as well. I accepted and ate whatever he offered. Our love had little time remaining. Using that as an excuse, I didn’t refuse the side dishes he gave me. I ate them all.
It was difficult to turn away from my heart, but using excuses to chase the sweet fruit was manageable. I continued the evening with Seok-ha like a sweet dream.
Perhaps because of that, my guard dropped without my realizing it, and I snapped at him when he brought up childhood memories.
“Didn’t you have dreams back then?”
“Not this again.”
My face burned with embarrassment.
“What, are you still upset that I read your diary back then?”
He asked shamelessly while grabbing a handful of bulgogi and eating it.
“If you know, don’t mention it.”
I glared at him and turned away, eating the vegetable side dish.
“It’s normal for a high school girl to long for a prince. Why are you so embarrassed about it?”
Seok-ha teased me while pretending to be understanding.
“You asked me to forget about it—when was that again? And you’re still bringing it up?”
I flared up in anger.
While puberty came to others in middle school, it struck me like a fever in high school. The cause was Seok-ha right in front of me. I became consumed by an inexplicable one-sided love, writing poetry and scribbling away, only to have Seok-ha discover it. I was mortified.
Fortunately, for thorough security, I’d written his name in an abbreviation only I knew. I think I’d also written down my dream of becoming a fairy tale author. Though I’ve forgotten it all now.
“I’m sorry. I have a good memory, you know. Your diary is vivid in my mind like a photograph. I remember it clearly—becoming a fairy tale author and winning the Nobel Prize. But do they even give the Nobel Prize for fairy tales?”
Seok-ha teased me while placing bracken fern side dish on my rice.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to that house.”
I felt a pang of regret the moment I said it in anger. But Seok-ha would be at that house anyway.
“Go ahead, but finish eating first. You’ll need a lot of energy today.”
“What?”
“Never mind. I can exert myself plenty, so should we go now?”
Seok-ha spoke with a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I glanced at him sideways and ate the rice in front of me eagerly. The bracken fern he’d placed on top gave off the subtle aroma of sesame oil. I chewed and swallowed this everyday moment carefully, knowing I would miss it someday.

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The moment Kwon Seok-ha stepped into the living room through the entrance door, he pulled Jun-hee into his arms and sought her lips. His large hands caressed her body with such intensity it seemed he might ignite friction itself. The scorching heat engulfed them both in an instant.
His breath, warmed by that fervent heat, traced across my forehead and cheek before lingering on my lips. When our soft lips met, I reached up and gripped his back firmly.
Was this desperate desire manifesting as action? Fearing he might notice the intensity of my grip, I relaxed my hands.
“So I wasn’t the only one eager.”
He pulled his lips away briefly, smiling as he gently bit the tip of my nose.
“Mm… no…”
I shook my head in denial, though truthfully it didn’t matter. The tender breath flowing between our joined lips rendered me helpless, trembling beneath his touch.
“Mmph!”
A soft moan escaped between our lips, driving both Kwon Seok-ha and me into a frenzy of desire.
He swept his hand down my spine and gripped my waist. Wrapped in his single arm, my body couldn’t move as I surrendered my lips to him, breathing heavily.
The sensation that had once felt foreign and overwhelming now became familiar yet burned with even greater intensity, drowning me in pleasure. Yet he remained an overwhelming presence for me.
Despite his gentle embrace, his solid muscles seemed ready to consume me entirely. Enveloped in his fortress-like frame, I collapsed onto the sofa.
Feeling him wash over me like waves, I closed my eyes. The sensation of his tongue tracing my earlobe was so vivid that delicious shivers ran down my neck.
“So small. Adorable.”
His voice came out rough and gravelly, piercing through my ears. Somehow my small feet had already been caught in his hands.
“They smell.”
I frowned and tried to pull my feet away. So absorbed in our kiss, I hadn’t even noticed him touching them.
“You’re breaking the mood. They smell wonderful.”
Kwon Seok-ha massaged my feet with his hands and swept along my calves as if savoring them. My silk dress rode up precariously, barely covering my thighs. But soon that too would be revealed.
I looked up at Kwon Seok-ha’s face hovering so close to mine. Even now he was teasing, but his eyes held a deep, unmistakable hunger.
He slipped his hand beneath my dress and lifted my lower body onto his lap. Only then did our eyes align, our faces clearly visible to each other.
Our moist lips began to lock together intensely. The kiss from moments before seemed like nothing compared to this—hot, deep, and all-consuming.
Kwon Seok-ha nibbled my lips before releasing them, then sucked on my tongue. A rush of hot breath swept through as an intoxicating sweetness vibrated between us.
His hands moved with purpose and weight. The insistent way they worked my waist drove me to the edge of pleasure, cornering me with each touch. The dizzying stimulation made my toes curl involuntarily as I arched my feet.
Seeing me completely in his embrace, flushed with pleasure, Kwon Seok-ha found it difficult to restrain his impulses. He tilted his head slightly and sucked along my neck.
“Ah!”
“Does it hurt?”
Realizing his impulse had been too intense, Kwon Seok-ha looked at me. I slowly shook my head. My eyes glistened with moisture, so endearing that he kissed me again.
“Ice cream. Let’s have some.”
The moment our lips parted, I whispered this request. My chest felt like it might burst, and I needed something to cool me down.
“Why? Are you hot?”
“Yes… I am.”
“Then take it off.”
He said this playfully, winking at me.
My cheeks flushed even deeper. Though I knew his words were merely teasing, they felt provocative nonetheless. I made a fan with my hand and waved it near my face. A cool breeze did blow, but it was far from enough to extinguish the heat consuming me.
Then Kwon Seok-ha stood up abruptly, still holding me. His generous, broad palms kept my lower body firmly against him, unwilling to let me go even for a moment.
He strode toward the refrigerator and opened the freezer door. While he selected ice cream, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face against his chest.
His body was equally warm, so it did nothing to cool the heat. Yet somehow, having set a time limit on our intimacy gave me a kind of temporary freedom.
Every moment felt precious and dizzying to me. My lower body tensed as I began to simmer like boiling water.
“Hah!”
A heated breath escaped through my lips, slipping past them in a gasp.
After that, I couldn’t quite remember how I ate the ice cream. All I knew for certain was that it was a mess. Holding the ice cream container Seok-ha had brought out, I tried to cool the heat burning through me, but ultimately I melted away in his arms. Perhaps I melted faster than the ice cream inside the container.
Seok-ha moved his body while cradling me in his embrace as if hiding me within himself. Even as I dissolved completely, I briefly indulged in the fantasy that he was like a mother duck cradling her duckling.
Like picking through fur, his lips licked across my entire body, grazing and passing over me with a gentle friction. Even the sharp sensation transformed into an exquisite pleasure that burned me hot.
In his arms, I found myself glancing at the expiration date written on the ice cream container.
Ah, come to think of it, didn’t they say ice cream has no expiration date?
The thought that the time I could spend by his side was shorter than ice cream made me suddenly jealous.

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