To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 51

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Chapter 51
At that pitiful confession, Kwon Yeol’s eyes completely darkened with desire.
He seized her slender waist and laid Hee-jo directly onto the bed.
The moment her back touched the soft mattress, Kwon Yeol’s massive shadow descended upon her.
He captured her lips as if to consume them, then pushed into the already-drenched Hee-jo.
“Ah, oppa, wait… oh…!”
At the sudden movement, Hee-jo’s waist trembled and arched sharply.
Having already been intimate once, her body remained scorching hot, quivering as if desperately craving him.
With each of his movements, the wet friction echoed obscenely through the quiet room.
The impossibly intense heat of Hee-jo enveloping him seized Kwon Yeol with an urge to devour her entirely.
“Ah, mmm…”
Hee-jo gripped his shoulders tightly, releasing soft moans.
The wet friction filled the quiet room with unmistakable sound.
Kwon Yeol’s mind grew hazy from her heat.
He barely restrained his bestial instincts, carefully kissing her collarbone and chest.
Hee-jo, bolder than usual, desperately craving him and meeting his gaze, was unbearably precious to him.
Kwon Yeol cradled her cheek gently and kissed her as though he would never let go.
He softly intertwined his tongue with hers, breathing into her whenever her breath quickened.
But…
Hee-jo found his tenderness overwhelming.
The more carefully he treated her, the more sorrow welled up in her chest.
The thought that this wasn’t entirely hers, that she was filling the void left by someone else—it kept surging forward.
As Kwon Yeol reached toward the drawer, Hee-jo, clinging to his neck, whispered softly.
“Just like this… more roughly, please.”
Suddenly, Kwon Yeol’s movements stopped.
“…What?”
Hee-jo gazed at him pleadingly and spoke.
“You can do whatever you want, oppa. Even if you mess me up, break me… hold me stronger, please.”
As her pleading, breathless voice spilled out, Kwon Yeol’s eyes darkened instantly.
Her provocation, pushing him to his limit, finally shattered his last restraint.
“I can’t stop now.”
Hee-jo nodded and cupped his face, kissing him.
“I love you.”
“You…”
“I want you, oppa.”
In that moment, he understood.
He had been waiting for these words all along.
What the emotion rippling in his chest truly was.
It was love.
Kwon Yeol cursed roughly and descended upon Hee-jo with overwhelming force.
“Ah…!”
A tremendous wave of pressure crashed over Hee-jo.
Kwon Yeol didn’t pause, driving forward with the intensity of a wild beast.
Her pale, delicate frame trembled relentlessly beneath the merciless collision of his movements.
This exquisite agony—the kind that felt as though her body might shatter—paradoxically reassured her.
It proved she was truly, wholly his wife.
In this moment alone, she belonged entirely to him.
For this fleeting warmth and memory were all she could ever take from him.
“Oppa, ah, yes… Kwon Yeol oppa….”
Hee-jo cried out his name in breathless gasps, calling to him endlessly.
With each utterance of his name, Kwon Yeol sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, marking her entire body with his presence as though branding her as his own.
Their mingled sweat blurred together, their heartbeats indistinguishable as they melded into one.
The night burned with unbearable heat, stretching into the dawn.
Even as the pale blue light of early morning spilled through the window, neither of them released the other.
“Hah, hah….”
“…Hah.”
In the wake of their tempestuous passion, only ragged breathing and humid warmth remained.
Hee-jo lay completely buried in Kwon Yeol’s embrace, her eyes closing as she felt his large hand slowly caressing her back.
“Kwon Yeol oppa….”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t go anywhere….”
At that, Kwon Yeol let out a soft chuckle.
“Where would I go, at this hour?”
His large hand gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
How could I leave, with such a precious wife in my arms?
But Hee-jo, already intoxicated by the terrifyingly sweet sanctuary of his presence, had already drifted into deep sleep, unable to hear his words.
“From now on….”
The words trailed off there, left unfinished.
Kwon Yeol gazed down at Hee-jo’s face as she breathed softly in her sleep.
What had she been about to say?
What was she asking of him for the future?
Or perhaps, what did she wish to do from now on?
Only this sleeping girl would ever know the answer.
“Yoon Hee-jo.”
“….”
“Hee-jo.”
At the sound of her name, Hee-jo burrowed deeper into his embrace in her sleep.
It was likely an unconscious movement, yet even that was maddeningly endearing.
Kwon Yeol pulled her close and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Stay by my side from now on.”
I wish you felt the same way I do.
If you did, I’d never let you go.
“….”
What Hee-jo desired was complete freedom from the Beom Family, and fulfilling her wishes was my duty.
That’s what I believed. Until recently.
But now….
‘You’ll live just fine without me.’
But can I live without you?
Every time I became aware that our contracted time was running out, a dark, burning desire stirred in the depths of my chest.
My own thirst became far more vivid than her wishes.
The instinct to never let her slip away was consuming me, overpowering the rationality that said I should set her free.
In those moments, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Beom blood flowed through my veins.
A bitter smile crossed my face as I recognized myself in my grandfather, Beom Hun-young—a man who wouldn’t rest until whatever he desired was firmly in his grasp.
“You should have run away.”
You should have fled without accepting such a ridiculous contract, asking me to be your wife for a year.
“That’s why… I set a goal. To obtain a trophy.”
“A trophy.”
“If I had to give my first time to someone, I decided it would be to the heir of Beom Ho Group. I wanted to leave a memory in my life that such a person had existed for me.”
“So that was your goal. Spending a night with me… or rather, the heir of Beom Ho Group.”
“Any conglomerate heir would have done. Since the only one I knew was my brother, that’s what I said.”
Yoon Hee-jo probably believed she had used Beom Gwon-yeol.
That he had been chosen as a sacrifice to fulfill her petty ambitions.
But she was wrong.
It was Hee-jo who had been used instead.
The moment I saw the audacity in her plan to make me her trophy, I seized the opportunity and pulled Yoon Hee-jo to my side without hesitation.
I had tried hard to block out my impure feelings by endlessly reminding myself that she was my friend’s younger sister, someone I had to take responsibility for instead of my friend.
Every time I saw the grown Yoon Hee-jo, I turned away from the strange stirring I felt deep in my heart, and I suppressed her maturity—the way she held my gaze and wouldn’t let go—by dismissing it as merely admirable growth.
I hid behind the mask of a guardian and deceived myself.
But perhaps I knew from the very beginning.
That I was waiting for the moment when I could have a legitimate reason to consume Yoon Hee-jo entirely.
Afraid of the desire that would burst forth uncontrollably the moment I admitted it, I deliberately turned away and averted my eyes.
That I felt nothing more for Yoon Hee-jo than what I felt for my friend’s sister.
Now, at last, I could fully confront the severe confusion that had tormented me all this time.
How desperately I had been waiting for the moment when I could lock her away within my boundaries without a shred of guilt.
So when Hee-jo provoked me with her cute talk about being a trophy, I wasn’t angry—I was actually delighted.
Finally, I had a legitimate excuse to bind her to my side.
“…You’re talking about a year again.”
At first, I thought a year was enough time to safely protect Hee-jo and prepare for her life after leaving my side.
But I was wrong.
Whether it be one year or ten years, his thirst for Hee-jo would remain unquenched.
Perhaps, for a lifetime.
Kwon Yeol pressed delicate kisses to each slender finger of hers.
Now he needed to prepare to properly settle Hee-jo by his side.
So she could soar freely in his presence.
And when she grew weary, returning to his embrace would become inevitable.
“You’re not going anywhere now, Hee-jo.”

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