The Textbook of a Lover - Chapter 57

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57.
Do-ah raised both hands to cover her face. The embarrassment was unbearable.
Cha Kyung gently grasped her wrists and drew them away.
“Don’t hide.”
His voice had deepened. The playfulness had vanished.
…….
“I want to see you.”
As he spoke, Cha Kyung began undoing the buttons of her shirt one by one.
Her delicate skin lay exposed to the air without restraint.
Soon his large hands slipped inside her shirt.
A sharp intake of breath.
When his warm palms grasped her waist, an electric thrill coursed through her.
Cha Kyung pulled her trembling body firmly against him.
Then, keeping her pressed close, he rose and carried her toward the bed as if lifting her into his arms.
The moment Do-ah settled onto the bedsheet, his solid weight descended upon her.
Through the thin fabric, the firmness of his chest and the ragged rhythm of his heartbeat resonated through her entire body.
Without thinking, Do-ah’s hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Ah, Cha Kyung…….”
“Don’t be afraid. This time it’s real.”
Cha Kyung growled low against her neck, pressing his lips there.
Each time his damp breath traced across her sensitive skin, her reason crumbled to dust.
His touch was relentless, and the maelstrom of sensation he pulled her into showed no mercy.
The sound of their garments falling to the floor one by one scraped sharply through the quiet room.
When their bare skin finally met without gap or distance, an overwhelming hunger flooded in.
Do-ah closed her eyes, feeling the heat and tension of him pressing against her lower belly.
“Look at me, Do-ah.”
Cha Kyung brushed her sweat-dampened hair aside, searching insistently for her gaze.
In his eyes, illuminated by moonlight, only the existence of Seong Do-ah was etched clearly.
All the rejection scripts she’d rehearsed through the night, the wounds and betrayals from her ex, all those practical constraints—dissolved and vanished in an instant.
It was then that Do-ah finally understood.
A truly real love affair with Cha Kyung had begun.
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‘This is suffocating.’
Do-ah squirmed beneath the heavy weight pressing down on her.
Was she having a nightmare? The blanket couldn’t possibly be this heavy.
Struggling to escape the enormous presence covering her, she eventually began kicking at the air.
That was when—
“You’ve got quite a sleep habit.”
Her leg, which had been stretching toward the ceiling, was caught and gently lowered back to the bed.
Do-ah opened her eyes slowly. A man’s face appeared inches from hers, chin resting on his hand as he looked down at her.
In the morning sunlight, his features were sharp, his gaze deep, and even his tousled bangs fell with what seemed like practiced perfection.
“Did you sleep well?”
The man offered a greeting and brushed a light kiss to her forehead.
In that moment, memories of last night flooded through Do-ah’s mind like a panorama.
The ragged breaths from the entrance, the dark intensity in his eyes beneath the light, the hours that had been so heated the sheets dampened with sweat—all of it.
“Kyaaaah!”
Startled, Do-ah sprang up like a coil.
The blanket slipped away, revealing slender shoulders and barely more than underwear covering her bare skin.
She quickly pulled the blanket back up to her chin, but Cha Kyung’s gaze had already traveled slowly over every inch of her.
“I’ve already seen everything. No point being shy now.”
Buried in the blanket, Do-ah glared at Cha Kyung as he spoke those mischievous words.
He was already neatly dressed. Only his bangs were slightly disheveled—otherwise he looked ready to step outside without flaw.
And her? Her face was puffy, her hair standing up in all directions.
With her hollow eyes, she looked no different from a matted-haired dog.
“It’s not fair!”
“What is?”
“You look perfectly put-together, and here I am looking like I’ve been hit by a bomb.”
“You’re adorable and beautiful.”
“Liar.”
Cha Kyung leaned over and messed up her already tangled hair even more as he spoke.
“It only matters if you look beautiful to me. Why would you care what anyone else thinks?”
His lips touched her forehead again, parting with a soft kiss.
‘This man is truly bad for my heart.’
Though it might not be good for her health, this strange new feeling was not unwelcome.
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The two of them left Do-ah’s Apartment and made their way to a nearby Brunch Cafe.
It was a street they walked often, yet today she felt eyes on them far more than usual.
The culprit stood right beside her.
As they passed, women’s heads turned toward Cha Kyung as if drawn by a magnet.
“W-what would you like to o-order?”
Even the server taking their order stammered, unable to look away from Cha Kyung.
A small irritation stirred in her. Why did he have to be so handsome that everyone stared? She wanted to throw a blanket over his face.
As Do-ah tried to suppress the jealousy rising in her, Cha Kyung’s phone rang.
“Just a moment. I’ll be right back.”
He stepped outside onto the terrace, leaving Do-ah alone at the table.
The call seemed to be taking longer than expected, and she was idly touching her fork while gazing out the window when—
“Could we talk for a minute?”
Two neat-looking men approached her table.
One of them, scratching the back of his head bashfully, spoke to her.
“Sorry to bother you out of the blue, but you’re really my type. Would it be too much trouble to ask for your number?”
Do-ah’s eyes widened. But there was no excitement or flutter in her response.
“I may look fine, but I have really bad energy, and I don’t plan on helping anyone’s luck with their ancestors.”
“Sorry?”
Isn’t that usually what their look suggests?
Do-ah tilted her head in confusion.
“I don’t do those MBTI personality tests either.”
“Oh, I don’t like MBTI either.”
“……And I have cancer insurance, supplementary medical insurance, and dental insurance all covered.”
“You certainly have thorough future planning.”
As this strange conversation continued, Cha Kyung returned from his call and raised an eyebrow at the sight.
“Is there something you need from my girlfriend?”
“Oh…… you have a boyfriend. N-no, nothing. We’re good.”
At Cha Kyung’s sharp tone, the man hastily backed away.
“Why didn’t you mention you had a boyfriend?”
Once their murmurs had faded completely, Cha Kyung asked Do-ah.
“Who were those people?”
“I’ve never seen them before. Maybe they were from some cult or something?”
Cha Kyung let out a short laugh and said,
“Have you not considered that they might have had interest in you?”
“Huh? Well, if they had interest, they came to ask for my number. For selling religion or insurance.”
He didn’t mean that kind of interest.
Do-ah remained completely oblivious to the fact that she was attractive enough that strangers she’d never met would want her number.
It was then that Cha Kyung finally understood why she had so struggled to believe his confession.
She had thought that all the attention directed at him came that way because people meant to use it for something.
When he considered that Kyung-jun must figure prominently in that thinking, his irritation with the man deepened.
“Well, it’s enough if you look beautiful only to me. Going forward, whenever other guys ask for your number, just talk about your ancestors’ luck like you did today.”
“It’s really a mystery. How can you possibly find me beautiful?”
Do-ah grumbled and took a bite of her omelet.
Then, struck by a sudden question, she set down her fork.
“But Cha Kyung, I’m curious about something. Why did you propose a Contract Relationship to me in the first place? If you needed a woman to show your family, there would have been plenty of others lining up…….”
Cha Kyung set down his coffee cup. Since she wouldn’t believe the superstition anyway, he decided to offer the most conventional explanation.
“My family was pressuring me to get married. The pressure was so intense that they’d be happy with anyone I brought home.”

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