To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 47

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Chapter 47
The emotion swimming in those transparent eyes gazing up at me was painfully vivid.
What was this?
Deep, intense, and burning—so unlike Yoon Hee-jo.
Just like what I myself harbored.
What had tormented Kwon Yeol while handling rough matters in a foreign country was not the stubborn stance of the local government.
It was Yoon Hee-jo, intruding into my thoughts at every moment.
What was she doing? Was she eating properly? Sleeping well?
Was she neglecting herself, using that infuriating reassurance—”don’t worry about me”—as a shield, the kind of words that twisted the listener’s insides?
I wanted to see her.
Yes, I wanted to see Yoon Hee-jo desperately.
Was it merely familiarity from keeping her close for so long?
Or perhaps… relentless possessiveness?
Kwon Yeol did not know.
Rather, I did not wish to define it.
Because doing so would force me to acknowledge the name this feeling deserved.
Yet that very refusal was irrefutable proof that I had already succumbed to an incurable fever.
A yearning without a name—one that must remain nameless—rose from the depths of my chest, shaking me helplessly.
No matter how many times I told myself this was merely a contract, I already knew the truth.
The direction my heart was turning.
“I suppose we really are husband and wife.”
Large hands cupped Hee-jo’s face.
“I felt the same way.”
In the eyes meeting mine lay layers of accumulated thirst and heat, clinging together.
Unable to restrain herself, Hee-jo rose onto her toes and kissed him first.
In that moment, Kwon Yeol’s reason—which had barely held on throughout their separation—snapped cleanly.
Still kissing her, he roughly shed his jacket and lifted Hee-jo into his arms in one swift motion.
Urgent footsteps carried them toward the bedroom.
The moment he laid Hee-jo on the bed, he locked lips with her while roughly pushing open the buttons of the thin cardigan she wore.
With each piece of clothing that fell like shed skin to the floor, the moans grew deeper.
Breathing heavily as their tongues intertwined, he soon descended past her chin, along her pale, slender neck, across her full skin—lower and lower.
And the instant his lips found her body.
“Ah…!”
Hee-jo gasped, instinctively covering her mouth with the back of her hand, whimpering.
The explicit heat of their reunion after so long left her dizzy.
Each time his warm breath traced her sensitive skin, her waist trembled.
“Mmm, oppa…”
Kwon Yeol lifted his face to look at Hee-jo, licking his wet lips with his tongue as he unfastened his belt.
“I’m sorry.”
His voice emerged low and strained as he gazed down at Hee-jo, her eyes hazy with heat and longing.
“I don’t think I can take it slow today.”
At his words, Hee-jo drew a deep breath and opened her mouth, answering in a thin voice.
“It’s fine. I’m… the same as you are.”
Before her words had even finished, Kwon Yeol immediately put his weight into it and began moving roughly and urgently.
At the blunt sensation that penetrated deeply, Hee-jo’s head tilted back.
Each time Kwon Yeol thrust roughly, her slender calves, stretched along either side of his thick, firm waist, flailed helplessly with nowhere to go.
At the merciless depth of each thrust, Hee-jo gasped for breath and gripped his shoulders tightly.
Kwon Yeol captured her lips roughly.
As if to draw in every moan and breath she released, he kissed her persistently and drove forward fiercely.
Slap, slap—!
The explicit friction of skin against skin shattered the silence and filled the bedroom.
Rather than pushing him away, Hee-jo’s movements—showing clear strain yet accepting him even deeper, clinging to him—made Kwon Yeol clench his teeth.
“Damn it…!”
A curse escaped as an intense pleasure consumed his entire body.
The thirst that had grown as vast as the time they’d been apart swirled within their bodies.
Kwon Yeol buried his forehead against her delicate shoulder and penetrated even deeper.
“Ah…!”
“I… missed you.”
“I… I missed you too… ah…”
“No. You couldn’t have missed me as much as I missed you.”
He pressed her slender wrists down against the headboard and drove forward.
“I thought I’d go mad wanting this.”
Her body shook more violently, up and down.
Hee-jo felt her vision flashing white.
As pleasure surged through her, her toes curled, and her arms wrapped around his firm shoulders tightened further.
Though overwhelming, this moment—where he devoured her as if he would shatter her—was unbearably exquisite.
“More… ah… please hold me…”
As Hee-jo whispered with a trembling voice, Kwon Yeol’s eyes flashed with dangerous light.
“Good thing tomorrow’s the weekend.”
Kwon Yeol grasped her slender waist with his large hands as if to break her, murmuring low.
“I won’t let you go all night.”
Before his words had even finished, he thrust forward again with fierce intensity.
At the sensation that penetrated far deeper and heavier than before, Hee-jo let out a cry-like moan and threw her head back.
The mingled rough breathing and sticky friction heated the bedroom air until it seemed to scorch.
Kwon Yeol locked her knees against his shoulders, giving her no room to escape, and drove forward relentlessly.
The act, continuing in perfect alignment without a single deviation, seemed less like simple desire and more like desperate indulgence.
“Oppa, ah…!”
Hee-jo, reaching her limit, pulled his neck down and trembled in fine shivers.
In the moment her vision flashed white and consciousness grew distant, her body—filled with heat—was suddenly flipped.
As her vision spun and she found herself pressed face-down on the sheets, Hee-jo exhaled in bewilderment and tried to push herself up.
“Stay still.”
After tying off the tourniquet, he gently caressed the reddened area now exposed before me, then tore away the plastic with his teeth.
“Brother, ah, wait… just a moment…”
“Relax. I’ll take care of everything.”
Kwon Yeol’s heavy weight descended upon me from behind as I gripped the sheets.
“Just accept it.”
The hot, swollen sensation surged forward again, relentlessly penetrating deeper into me.
The night had truly begun.
* * *
The next day.
I opened my eyes hazily, wrapped in the solid warmth of his embrace, as if bound by his arms.
‘Ah…’
As my vision gradually cleared, Kwon Yeol’s sleeping face came into view.
I held my breath at the sight of him—so surreal, like a figure in a sacred painting.
‘Kwon Yeol, brother…’
Fragmented memories of last night flooded back, and my cheeks flushed instantly.
“How did you even manage to hold back wanting me like this, Yoon Hee-jo?”
“Ah, mm, don’t say such things…!”
“Tell me how much you missed your brother. Hmm? Hee-jo.”
He had relentlessly driven me forward until dawn broke.
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, I eventually collapsed into sleep, and now I was awake.
‘I’ve never seen Kwon Yeol sleep this deeply before.’
Throughout our marriage, he had always fallen asleep later than me and woken earlier.
No matter how hard I tried, all I could do was watch his retreating figure as he left for his early morning exercise.
So I had rarely observed his face up close like this—so defenseless, eyes gently closed.
My entire body ached and creaked in protest, but I held my breath and quietly gazed at his peaceful sleeping face beside me.
His sharply defined nose, his closed lips, the thick lashes that fell beneath his shut eyes.
My heart swelled with emotion at this rare, unguarded serenity—a side of him that this always-composed man showed only to me.
As I nestled deeper into his embrace, Kwon Yeol instinctively pulled me closer and gently patted my back, even in his sleep.
Yes, at some point, he had begun softly stroking my back until I fell asleep.
It had become such a habit now.
‘His scent is so comforting…’
I closed my eyes again and drifted back to sleep.
I wanted to linger in this warmth just a little longer.
“…I missed you so much, brother.”
My shy confession scattered across his chest.
I tightened my grip around his waist and buried my face in his embrace.
Desperately hoping this dreamlike peace would last just a moment longer.
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“You found it?”
Ever since Hee-jo claimed the place beside Kwon Yeol, Jung-yeon’s world had been drained of all color, reduced to ash.
The position that should have been hers, Kwon Yeol’s gaze that should have been hers alone.
Hatred and jealousy toward Yoon Hee-jo, who had stolen everything wholesale, gnawed away at Jung-yeon’s insides with relentless persistence.
For so long, Jung-yeon’s eyes had been vacant and lifeless, but now they flickered with a terrible vitality.
No—it was something far beyond joy, a manic obsession that bordered on madness.
“Yes, she was alive after all? Ha ha!”
Jung-yeon tilted her head back and laughed aloud, her voice rising.
Yes, heaven was on my side after all. Not on that pathetic little wretch’s.
“Tell her to meet me right now.”
Jung-yeon’s smile twisted into something cold and cruel, her eyes turning to ice.
“Tell her I have so much to discuss about her daughter.”

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