To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6
Kwon Yeol let out a hollow laugh.
Despite being the one who’d initiated this, his face was flushing an even deeper crimson.
“No more drinking from now on. It’s forbidden for a while.”
Just as Kwon Yeol was about to pry away Hee-jo’s trembling hands from his collar—
“…!”
With her eyes squeezed shut, Hee-jo pulled him toward her instead.
Smack—
A soft, ticklish friction echoed between them, leaving both flushed with embarrassment.
“….”
The hand gripping his collar trembled uncontrollably.
Watching Hee-jo’s long lashes quiver, her lips tremble, her entire body shake, Kwon Yeol was utterly bewildered.
“Yoon Hee-jo.”
“….”
“Open your eyes.”
Seeing her eyelids flutter open, he was left speechless.
Who was the one who initiated this?
“You started this, so why are you the one trembling? I’m the one who was caught off guard.”
“That’s, that’s not it…!”
“And you can’t even do it properly.”
As the memory of that soft warmth lingering on his lips surfaced, Kwon Yeol felt his entire bloodstream ignite with heat.
He forced himself to think of Hee-jae, suppressing the sensation.
This girl is Yoon Hee-jo.
My younger sister, whom I must protect and care for my entire life. Yoon Hee-jo.
“What’s the reason for this?”
“…You said you’d grant me anything.”
Ha. She certainly knows how to talk back without hesitation.
It was a relief—she didn’t seem like the type to easily lose or back down anywhere—
“….”
Kwon Yeol splashed cold water on his face.
Even now, he was entertaining such thoughts.
Perhaps it was proof that he’d been playing the role of Yoon Hee-jo’s brother properly all along.
“You won’t grant it?”
“Yoon Hee-jo.”
“Then I’ll go back down to the Jazz Bar.”
“…What?”
Hee-jo’s eyes hardened with resolve—she wasn’t joking.
“You said you wouldn’t give it to me, the gift. So I’ll find someone else. I’ll find them and receive a gift. A proper one.”
“What happened between you and that bastard earlier?”
Kim Shin-woo, wasn’t that his name?
Kwon Yeol’s eyes darkened as he recalled that foolish face.
Yes, that was when Yoon Hee-jo began to change.
“But my brother came before that could happen.”
“….”
Yoon Hee-jo had deliberately placed herself on the line.
If today’s meeting hadn’t been at The Lotus Hotel.
If I hadn’t discovered Hee-jo laughing across from that idiot.
Then by now, that bastard and Hee-jo would have….
“….”
Kwon Yeol steadied his breathing and grasped the two wrists that Hee-jo had wrapped around his collar, pulling them away from him.
“You started this first.”
It seemed Hee-jo’s intoxication had somehow transferred to me.
“I clearly gave you a chance to escape.”
Otherwise, there would be no reason to indulge in this madness.
“After this, there’s no turning back. So if you want to stop, say it now.”
Kwon Yeol slowly lowered the wrists he’d been holding.
“Regret later won’t change anything.”
They gazed into each other’s eyes in silence.
A charged current flowed through the sultry quiet.
It was Hee-jo who moved first.
“….”
I slowly unfastened the buttons of my blouse.
Bearing the weight of Kwon Yeol’s gaze pouring down upon me.
As pale skin was revealed, my blouse fell to the floor with a soft thud.
“I won’t regret this.”
There’s no way I could.
I’ve waited for this moment my entire life.
“Never.”
My lips began to tremble slightly without my realizing it.
My heart pounded so fiercely it felt like it would burst through my skin, and my spine tingled with electricity.
Still, I didn’t look away from Kwon Yeol’s eyes.
He never made deals with those who couldn’t meet his gaze.
“….”
Kwon Yeol’s face twisted subtly.
Beneath hair swept back with meticulous precision, his eyes had grown cold and sharp.
The ennui that always lingered in his dark irises vanished, replaced by the taut, relentless focus of a predator zeroing in on its prey’s throat.
Not as my brother’s friend, but as a man intent on consuming a woman—his gaze traced slowly across my trembling eyes and lips.
“As I said, I prefer rough sex.”
Thud.
He shrugged off his jacket over my blouse and murmured softly as he loosened his tie.
“Remember this well.”
I drew a deep breath, and my full curves rose and fell with the motion, trembling like pudding against my frame.
…Damn it, what is this child doing.
“Open your mouth, Yoon Hee-jo.”
* * *
I gripped the solid shoulders beneath my hands, pouring all my strength into them.
But of course, I couldn’t push Kwon Yeol away.
“Mmph…!”
The moment our lips met, a thick tongue thrust deep inside, exploring every crevice and leaving its mark.
My soft lower lip was sucked gently, then a sharp, tingling pain shot through as his tongue nearly tore free.
Then Kwon Yeol’s tongue plunged deep into my mouth, withdrew slowly, and thrust in again with rough intensity.
The movements blurred the line between a kiss and something far more primal, and my body grew increasingly wet deep within.
Each time, as if sensing it with supernatural awareness, Kwon Yeol wrapped his thick, solid arms around me and pulled me flush against him without any gap between us.
“Ah….”
I had no idea how many times this had happened.
How many times our lips had met, when the clothes on my body had been removed, or when Kwon Yeol had undressed—I couldn’t say.
“Mmm, Kwon Yeol….”
I thought I had been lying beneath him, but somehow I now found myself straddling his firm thighs, my arms wrapped around his neck as we kissed.
Kwon Yeol wrapped his tongue around my trembling small one and greedily sucked the sweet liquid pooling in my mouth.
Meanwhile, his large hands caressed my delicate body tenderly, moving across every inch.
“Wait, something feels strange….”
“It’s not strange.”
The moment his hand touched a certain place, my body shuddered violently.
“It feels good.”
The sight of me trembling, my flushed face pleading as I gazed up at him, was so stimulating it made his temples throb.
The wet sounds, the slick sensation, the tender warmth that grew limp and leaned against him—he welcomed it all.
Yet this unfamiliar sensation felt so strange that my body kept pushing him away instinctively.
Kwon Yeol furrowed his brow, seized my wrists, and wrapped them around his neck before resuming a deep kiss.
This is strange.
It seems Yoon Hee-jo’s body has become some kind of vast wine barrel.
Or perhaps a honey pot.
The sweetness I felt every time I tasted her made it impossible for my tongue to pull away.
Despite her composed face, her body is so sensual.
How am I supposed to let Yoon Hee-jo out in public after this.
With that thought, I grasped her hand and guided it toward me.
“Oh, brother.”
Startled by the hot sensation against her palm, she tried to pull her hand away.
Naturally, she failed.
“You said you wouldn’t regret this.”
I wrapped my fingers around her delicate ones and moved them slowly up and down.
“Wait, hold on.”
“There’s no ‘hold on’ in sex, Hee-jo.”
As Kwon Yeol’s lips, which had been whispering my name, caught my earlobe, I trembled once more.
“Do you still want to continue?”
Stopping here would be nothing short of torture.
Yet if Yoon Hee-jo desired it, I could endure far worse.
“Yes… I want to continue.”
As I gripped tighter, Kwon Yeol winced, his eyes narrowing.
“You promised me a gift.”
My clumsy touch caused him to clench his jaw so hard his temporomandibular joint ached.
“Do it properly. Give me what I want.”
I had shattered the last shred of his rationality.
In an instant, he laid me down and positioned himself above me, reaching toward the nightstand drawer and retrieving something.
“Relax.”
*Riiip—*
He tore open the wrapper with his teeth and moved his hand lower.
“Breathe slowly.”
Kwon Yeol gazed at me, rigid with tension, then lowered his head.
As he took the flushed, sensitive place into his mouth, I gasped, cradling his head.
My taut body began to gradually, gradually relax.
Seizing the moment, Kwon Yeol pressed forward with his weight.
Gripping my slender waist with both hands, he began moving slowly, and at the sensation of being tightly embraced from all sides, he let out a low moan.
In all my life, I had never experienced such stimulation.
So impossibly tight, so scorching, so exquisitely soft—my entire being felt as though it were melting away.
Overwhelmed by a sensation so intoxicating it bordered on madness, my instincts spiraled beyond control.
Kwon Yeol’s pace accelerated as he gripped my pale thighs, his hips driving downward.
Before long, pleasure eclipsed pain, and I too began clumsily matching his rhythm.
“Kwon Yeol…”
Don’t say my name. I’m already losing my mind.
Kwon Yeol silenced me with his lips.
If I continued watching Yoon Hee-jo writhing beneath me, calling out my name, it would truly be dangerous.
…Or perhaps it was already too late.
Our tongues tangled wildly. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin, the sticky evidence of our union, breathless cries and deep groans—an endless symphony.
“Lift your hips, Hee-jo.”
The beginning of a long night.

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