My Brother's Friend Wasn't a Guy - Chapter 10

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10.

The hand that had been tracing her lips slipped between strands of hair, cradling the back of her head.
Kang Hyun drew close enough to swallow her words whole, and spoke.
“Check again. If you hate it, push me away. Or hit me.”
“No, I don’t under—”
Before Lee Jin could finish, Kang Hyun captured her lips.
It was a swift, decisive move that permitted no hesitation.
A soft gasp escaped between her teeth. Tender skin mingled with his, and the mounting heat seemed to dissolve her entirely.
It was nothing like their first kiss.
That first kiss—careful, almost tender, where he’d drawn her lip gently while checking that she could still breathe—had left her helpless in comparison.
This was like a summer cloudburst, stripping away thought and sweeping through every defense.
When she tried to flee, he pursued, tangling their tongues with relentless persistence, and her legs gave way.
Kang Hyun had no intention of retreating just because she’d weakened. He’d come prepared for this.
He would shake Lee Jin to her core—not a slow seep, but a deluge with thunder and lightning.
He gripped her waist and lifted her onto the workbench with ease. When their eyes were nearly level, the angle became far more comfortable for kissing.
He devoured her soft, melting lips and ravaged her delicate skin.
Her broken breathing, trembling frame, the brush of his nose against hers, the gleam of moisture in her eyes—all of it drove him relentlessly forward.
Layer upon layer of accumulated desire began to show its true face.
What he’d hidden so carefully became raw, naked want that pushed him forward.
“Stop… please…”
Breathless, Lee Jin pushed against his chest.
Her hands were fragile, barely there—yet he yielded to them at once, as though he’d never been captive to desire at all.
Lee Jin drew in ragged breath after breath, trying to restore her breathing.
Each time her chest rose and fell, his gaze caught on the movement, drawn inexplicably.
Heat pooled low in his belly, yet his face remained composed as he spoke.
“See? You wouldn’t do this with your real older brother.”
At those obvious words, Lee Jin’s eyes hardened with something like resentment.
Her gaze carried an unspoken accusation: *You wouldn’t have kissed me in the first place.*
Kang Hyun savored that look. Her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips satisfied him deeply.
“If you’d really pushed, I would’ve stopped easily. But you didn’t push right away.”
Under that piercing gaze, her shoulders trembled.
She felt wronged, but he was right. If she’d truly hated it, she would have fought free by any means necessary.
“So—”
His voice came out rough and fractured. Lee Jin cleared her throat with a soft hum, which Kang Hyun found endearing enough to laugh at quietly.
“So what?”
Her voice was steady now, though the act of clearing her throat had dulled whatever accusatory edge it might have held.
Besides, he was already laughing.
“Lee Jin, you’re surprisingly cool-headed. What is it—a ‘no welcome, no goodbye’ policy?”
“Why are you suddenly calling me a cheater?”
When she glared at him, Kang Hyun laughed low in his throat and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
At the hard, solid pressure against her thigh, her eyes widened for an instant, then trembled finely.
“I’m not the only one feeling this.”
She hadn’t expected him to be so blunt about it. Her ears flushed crimson. The undeniable proof of his desire pressed against her so vividly that she didn’t know what to do.
When she looked away, Kang Hyun drew closer and forced their eyes to meet.
“Date me.”
“What?”
Startled, Lee Jin’s head snapped up.
“Let’s be in a relationship.”
Lee Jin couldn’t think straight. Why was he doing this?
He and I, dating—
The thought had never crossed her mind before, and now her brain felt like it was grinding to a halt.
“Why? Am I not enough for you?”
He asked quietly, brows drawn down, his expression unusually somber. Lee Jin knew him well enough to recognize it.
The face of someone sculpted to perfection, his height and build that commanded presence, that untouchable air.
To see him wear such a forlorn expression was so surreal that words failed her entirely.
While she stood frozen in confusion, he kissed her again.
Parting her already parted lips, he grazed her lower lip with deliberate lightness, then murmured something almost wickedly soft.
“Do I need more proof that I’m a man?”
No, that’s enough. Lee Jin shook her head in startled surprise.
Kang Hyun’s lips curled upward in a smirk before he finally released her. But he made no move to step back.
She’d have to give him the answer he wanted before she could climb down from the workbench. Lee Jin drew in a deep breath.
Yes, there was no reason she couldn’t date Kang Hyun. She’d watched him long enough to know his temperament and character fell within acceptable bounds.
“All right.”
She nodded slowly. Whatever the reason, she found herself thinking there was no harm in dating.
“Good decision. You’ve got sense, Lee Jin.”
His tone carried the satisfaction of praising a child, and Lee Jin exhaled in mild irritation. But the feeling didn’t last long.
The moment she saw him smile—his eyes crinkling at the corners—her heart began to race.
When she looked at his face, something strange happened to her breathing. Truly, because he seemed so genuinely pleased.
She was still composing her churning insides when he kissed her cheek.
He pressed several kisses there like stamping a seal, then drew her earlobe into his mouth and gently bit down.
“Ah…….”
The breath that escaped between Lee Jin’s teeth seemed to delight him, and he murmured softly against her ear.
“Looking forward to this.”

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Moon Hee Chan, the former chairman of Moon Seong Group, remained remarkably spry for a man approaching ninety.
Though he had stepped down from his post and was officially unemployed, so many people sought him out that his days were quite full.
“Father, where are you going out at this hour?”
Jin Ae Ran acknowledged him as she caught sight of him.
Her son was dead, but his widow had not left the sprawling estate.
Though he had suggested she could live elsewhere comfortably, Jin Ae Ran had stubbornly refused to leave this house—a symbol of the Moon Seong Group owner itself.
Officially, she was a dutiful daughter-in-law caring for her father-in-law, but with household staff handling all the chores in this vast mansion, they rarely crossed paths.
“I have an appointment with Kang Hyun.”
“Kang Hyun?”
For a moment Jin Ae Ran’s eyes widened. Ever since she’d sent the youngest away without proper explanation, he hadn’t been taking her calls.
But Jin Ae Ran gave no sign of this and simply replied.
“What’s he done that’s so praiseworthy?”
“He’s finally going to show me Cheongjeokje.”
“Ah, is that so?”
Jin Ae Ran tried to guess what her willful son was up to, but she couldn’t fathom what was going on in his mind.
“Be careful on your way.”
So she simply smiled gently and sent her father-in-law off.
“I’ll be back soon.”
The moment Moon Hee Chan left, Jin Ae Ran’s expression hardened as though she had never been smiling at all.
“He’s my own son, born from my own body, but I can’t figure out what he’s thinking.”
Kang Hyun had never revealed Cheongjeokje to anyone.
He guarded it as if it were treasure trove, making such a fuss about it that Jin Ae Ran had thrown up her hands in defeat.
To call his grandfather there now—what could he possibly be scheming?
Jin Ae Ran narrowed her eyes in thought, but unable to fathom her son’s intentions, she could only heave a long sigh.
“So does the woman he met suit him or not?”
She went inside with irritation, and it only worsened her mood—lately, she’d been noticing new wrinkles around her eyes, and she blamed them on her youngest son.

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When Moon Hee Chan arrived at Cheongjeokje, Kang Hyun was waiting and greeted him. They walked slowly through the estate together.
“What do you think?”
At Kang Hyun’s question, Moon Hee Chan, leaning on his cane, looked around carefully and spoke.
“You’ve worked hard. It must have been arduous, working in the traditional way without using nails.”
The garden and the interior lights blended warmly with the wood, creating an inviting atmosphere.
It was a world apart from the main house, with its marble floors and cold concrete.
“Does grandfather like it?”
Moon Hee Chan regarded his smiling grandson with suspicion.
“What does it matter whether your old grandfather likes it or not?”
“It matters, of course. I built this house for you, grandfather.”
Normally, hearing such words would move someone to be touched by their grandson’s thoughtfulness and to praise him. But Moon Hee Chan felt nothing of the sort.
“A bribe, then.”
The grandson appeared to be mounting quite the lobbying effort.

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