To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43
Two months had already passed since Hee-jo took office as Vice Director of the Beomho Cultural Foundation immediately after the wedding.
Today was the day of her inauguration ceremony.
After the hectic days of understanding operations and handover procedures, only after completing internal reorganization perfectly was this grand stage finally prepared.
“Prove your practical competence. Then I’ll lay the proper groundwork for you.”
“…Yes, I understand.”
“When that time comes, you’ll directly clash with your mother-in-law. Don’t back down there either. Even if we eventually part ways, we can’t have rumors circulating that my eldest grandson’s judgment was poor, can we?”
Following her promise with Chairman Beom, Hee-jo devoted herself fearlessly to her responsibilities over the past two months.
The results were largely successful.
Though Jin Seo-ryeong’s interference was persistent, constantly finding fault, the outcomes Hee-jo brought ultimately benefited the Foundation.
Since the Foundation’s performance directly reflected Jin Seo-ryeong’s prestige, she couldn’t oppose Hee-jo’s projects to the end.
Moreover…
Kwon Yeol’s intervention played a role as well.
After their encounter at the department store, even when they crossed paths at various gatherings and official events, Kim Jung-yeon merely glared from a distance, unable to spew barbed remarks as before.
To Hee-jo, who suspected that day’s incident had been quite shocking, people around her discreetly conveyed the facts.
Rumors circulated that Kwon Yeol had pressed Sayoung Construction with unimaginable ferocity.
“I heard he even touched their equity stake? They say he gave a subtle warning that they should never look down on the Beom Family again.”
“A warning, you say…”
“Apparently several people saw Kim Jung-yeon crying and rushing out of the restaurant that day. Her father, Representative Kim, was fumbling around trying to console her. Beom Executive Director’s name came up several times in between, they said?”
Moreover, as rumors spread that Kwon Yeol, notorious for his coldness, cherished his woman dearly, people began approaching Hee-jo of their own accord far more frequently than before.
Their attitudes were markedly favorable, and thanks to this, Hee-jo was able to proceed with her work more smoothly and solidify her position within the Foundation.
But what truly sustained Hee-jo was something else entirely.
Every night, it was Kwon Yeol’s embrace, holding her weary body.
“Why do you do this much for me?”
When she asked once, Kwon Yeol gently stroked the back of her head and spoke matter-of-factly.
“I’ll do whatever you want.”
At those words, Hee-jo felt both thrilled and anxious.
‘Could he have discovered my feelings?’
Since it was becoming apparent, was Kwon Yeol, who felt strong responsibility toward her, simply playing along as if he didn’t know…
But even if it were merely obligation, it didn’t matter.
His weighty warmth melted the heart frozen in sharp tension, and it became the certain strength that allowed me to face tomorrow again.
Because that much was real.
“Nervous?”
At Kwon Yeol’s question, Hee-jo nodded carefully.
“…A little.”
At her answer, he let out a soft chuckle.
In the past, Hee-jo would have simply said it was nothing, that everything was fine, but lately she had become considerably more honest.
Of course, she didn’t reveal everything without reservation, but after a moment’s hesitation, she would gently share her deeper thoughts and true feelings.
Every time Kwon Yeol saw Hee-jo gradually revealing her anxieties and leaning on him, his chest swelled with inexpressible emotion.
It was like watching a child barely taking their first steps, precariously approaching him.
Only now could Kwon Yeol fully comprehend why Yoon Hee-jae had been so moved and delighted by even the smallest changes in Hee-jo.
How overwhelming and wondrous it must have been to witness that fleeting moment when his entire world—his younger sister—finally unlocked the gates of her heart and took her first tentative steps beyond.
Kwon Yeol wrapped his arms firmly around Hee-jo’s shoulders.
The fact that those fragile steps led only to him filled him with an intoxicating sense of exaltation.
“It’s okay to stumble. You’re allowed to make mistakes.”
…My brother might be, but I’m not.
Unable to voice such thoughts, Hee-jo instead pulled him closer, clutching his waist tightly.
“I will.”
“Why are you lying again?”
…
Kwon Yeol pressed a brief kiss to her forehead.
“If you’re that worried, look at me. I’ll be right there in front.”
In the closest place to you.
His tender, penetrating gaze seemed to convey those unspoken words, and Hee-jo bit her lip softly.
Ever since he’d promised to treat her as his wife rather than merely his friend’s sister.
Kwon Yeol had been faithfully honoring that vow.
They were living in a veritable honeymoon dream.
Whenever their eyes met, their lips naturally found each other, and what began as a kiss soon deepened into something far more intimate.
Mmm…
Kwon Yeol lowered his head, capturing her lips deeply.
It didn’t take long for the slow, tender kiss to escalate into something breathless and fervent.
“Oppa, the inauguration ceremony is soon…”
“It’s fine.”
After checking the time, Kwon Yeol settled her onto his lap and began undoing her buttons one by one.
“We have about thirty minutes.”
Ah…!
He pulled her underwear down, and when he took the soft, trembling flesh into his mouth with a soft pop, Hee-jo gasped and shuddered.
She pulled his head closer, her body quivering at his touch.
Each time his pointed tongue tormented her sensitive spot with relentless precision, waves of exquisite pleasure rippled through her.
The quiet office designated as the waiting room filled with obscene sounds—the wet, slick noises of saliva and the shameless sounds of him drawing her flesh into his mouth.
Red marks bloomed across her pale skin like scattered petals.
Mmm…
When his large hand slipped beneath her skirt and began to move, Hee-jo wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.
“You’re already like this, Hee-jo,” Kwon Yeol’s low voice rasped against her ear.
His voice sent shivers down her spine.
Click.
After freeing himself from his constraints, he lifted her slender waist slightly without hesitation.
Ah…!
At the overwhelming sensation, Hee-jo’s hips trembled involuntarily.
“Oh, oppa, wait, not here…”
“Shhh… no one can get in.”
A heavy, wet sound erupted from where their bodies met seamlessly.
With each violent movement between them, the documents neatly arranged on the sofa table scattered chaotically before tumbling helplessly to the floor.
But neither had the presence of mind to care about the papers strewn beneath them.
“Look at me, Yoon Hee-jo.”
“Mmm…”
Shaking relentlessly up and down, I barely managed to meet Kwon Yeol’s gaze.
“It’s okay to make mistakes. Even if you ruin everything.”
“Ah, yes…!”
“Just don’t forget that I’m behind you.”
Kwon Yeol tilted my chin up and sealed my lips with his own.
Just as he seemed to breathe warmth into me soothingly, he suddenly pushed forward roughly, as if unleashing a thirst he’d been holding back.
The intimate sounds of him kneading the tender flesh inside my mouth and drawing my small, moist tongue upward filled the space completely.
Whether this was meticulously calculated performance or an uncontrollable eruption of sincerity no longer mattered.
Each time our tongues intertwined and our breaths mingled, the sharp boundary line of the “contract” binding us together grew hopelessly blurred.
In this moment, we were each other’s only salvation and everything.
We held each other as if we might shatter.
As if only each other’s warmth and breath comprised the entire world.
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The Beomho Art Hall, where the inauguration ceremony was being held, boasted an overwhelming scale as if to prove the group’s formidable capital.
The banquet hall, drenched in the brilliant light of chandeliers, was packed with distinguished figures spanning both political and financial circles.
Today’s event held significance far beyond a mere inauguration.
Everyone knew that an inauguration of this scale could never be held without Chairman Beom Hun-young’s explicit approval.
This stage was essentially Chairman Beom’s declaration that he officially recognized me as a member of the Beom Family.
Even the small minority who had subtly rejected me as a “fortunate outsider” completely reversed their stance.
Now that Chairman Beom had personally set the stage, dismissing me would be the same as dismissing the Beom Family itself.
“Vice Director, I sincerely congratulate you on your inauguration. As expected, the Chairman’s eye for talent is impeccable.”
“I look forward greatly to the Foundation’s future endeavors.”
Thanks to this, I gracefully received the barrage of overt praise and artificial smiles directed at me.
The warmth I’d felt in Kwon Yeol’s arms moments ago pushed back the tension of the inauguration ceremony.
‘I’m not sure if I should call this good.’
That’s when it happened.
“Oh my…!”
The scent of black tea wafted over as my white blouse became soaked.

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