To My Brother’s Friend - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9
Kwon Yeol sat deep into the black sofa, his head tilted back against the cushion.
Each movement Hee-jo made caused his Adam’s apple to bob prominently up and down.
“Mm… you’re doing well, just as I showed you.”
At his words, Hee-jo, who had hesitated, resumed her slow movements.
The stimulation was overwhelming. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fully accommodate him.
Just like the cool intensity in his gaze.
“…!”
Suddenly, Hee-jo’s eyes widened and her body tensed.
“I never told you to stop.”
But his hands caressing her skin were so blatantly provocative that she couldn’t move.
“Ah…”
The moment his fingers brushed against her most sensitive place.
Hee-jo trembled involuntarily.
Electric currents seemed to race through her veins, spreading across her entire body.
“Keep going, Hee-jo. You wanted to receive your gift, didn’t you?”
As she continued her clumsy movements, Kwon Yeol clenched his teeth and tightened his grip.
“Ah…”
Unable to hold back any longer, Kwon Yeol slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her effortlessly, settling her onto his lap before their lips met.
Each time hardness met softness, both of them moaned in unison as their breaths mingled.
“Oh, oppa.”
“I thought you were innocent. Turns out you’re quite the seductress underneath.”
When Kwon Yeol curled his fingers, Hee-jo buried her face in his shoulder and whimpered.
“How did you manage to hide this all along? Hmm? Answer me, Yoon Hee-jo.”
But she couldn’t form a coherent response.
She was too busy trembling from the sensation of heat ravaging her entire body.
“You said you wanted a trophy.”
Kwon Yeol, who had been nibbling at Hee-jo’s earlobe, let out a breathless laugh of disbelief.
In all his life, he’d never met anyone who so openly called him a trophy.
If anyone else had said it, he would have ignored them or crushed them for daring to treat the Beom Ho Group heir like a prize.
But when Yoon Hee-jo said it, it was somehow… amusing.
‘She wanted her first time to be with the Beom Ho Group heir.’
If Kwon Si-yeol had been the successor. If the youngest, Hee-jae, had been the heir…
Then the man holding Hee-jo right now might not be him.
How entertaining. Yes, this was absolutely thrilling.
Enough to drive him mad.
Kwon Yeol gripped Hee-jo’s waist and lifted her, then lowered her again.
“Ah…!”
From her delicate, trembling body came an intoxicating fragrance.
An infuriatingly sensual scent.
“How is it, Hee-jo? Are you satisfied now?”
Recalling that bright, smiling face that always laughed it off whenever I asked for something I wanted, I felt exasperated all over again.
“Ah… Kwon Yeol…”
“How does it feel to have what you’ve always wanted?”
Kwon Yeol pressed his lips against the skin trembling wildly before his eyes.
Though I dislike sweetness, this… I rather enjoy it.
Even if I sucked until my mouth was raw, I doubt I’d ever tire of it.
So this is why children go mad for candy.
This must be why, once you taste it, you can hardly bear to spit it out.
“Wait, just a moment—”
“I told you. There’s no ‘just a moment’ in sex.”
It seemed I’d have to teach her properly today.
Kwon Yeol laid Hee-jo down on a sofa as expansive as a bed, pressing his lips to the delicate inside of her ankle with his full weight.
Her pale, slender neck was laid bare before him.
Hee-jo, unable to breathe properly, was swept away by an overwhelming wave of pleasure.
“I feel betrayed. When you think about it, you were just keeping your mouth shut the whole time.”
With each of his movements, the deeply defined muscles of his abdomen tensed with force.
“So I thought I’d make you a proposal.”
Kwon Yeol gripped Hee-jo’s chin, unable to resist the pleasure, and fixed her gaze on him as tears streamed down her face.
“It’s something only you can do.”
“Ah… what… what is it…?”
“You’re losing your words now, Yoon Hee-jo.”
He chuckled softly, tracing the curve of her ear with his tongue as he whispered.
“Promise me first. That you won’t refuse.”
Hee-jo didn’t answer.
Kwon Yeol increased his pace.
The lewd sound of skin against skin grew faster and more frequent—slick, slick, slick.
After trembling several times over, Hee-jo finally nodded weakly, as if resigned.
“I will…”
Satisfied, Kwon Yeol sealed their lips together.
Thinking to himself that it was his role to hold the leash and lead the way.
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When something touched her lips and she unconsciously opened her mouth, cool water flowed slowly into it.
Like a bird receiving food, Hee-jo drank the water Kwon Yeol fed her.
He wiped away the water trickling down her delicate chin with his large hand, set the cup down, and pulled her into his embrace.
‘When did we move to the Bedroom?’
Feeling the weight of his thick, solid arms wrapped around her from behind, she stood dazed in thought.
She’d definitely been in the Living Room, but at some point she was placed on the Bar Table like a child, then her vision spun and she was pressed against a wall.
By the time she came to her senses, she was here.
“You’re good at provoking, but you have no stamina.”
“…Isn’t it possible that your brother is simply too exceptional?”
At my words, Kwon Yeol let out a soft chuckle.
Only Hee-jo could deceive me so completely, and only she could react to me like this.
Then Kwon Yeol gazed quietly at the tousled caramel-colored hair spilling from my embrace.
Yoon Hee-jae, who resembled his father with his robust and sturdy build, and Hee-jo, who resembled her mother with her delicate frame and fragile constitution, bore little resemblance except when they smiled—yet their hair and eye color were identical.
“….”
I met Yoon Hee-jae after entering the University.
We sat next to each other in our first class, ended up in the same project group, and somehow grew close.
I’d never met anyone with such a large frame who loved sports as much as he did, and he said the same about me.
Yoon Hee-jae, with his handsome features, sturdy build, and easygoing personality, was popular—yet he never once attended a drinking gathering.
When I asked why, he answered with an embarrassed expression.
That his younger sister was waiting for him at home.
Then, when I visited Yoon Hee-jae’s House for the first time, I saw Hee-jo.
Seven years my junior, even younger than my own youngest sibling, Hee-jo was a bright and luminous thirteen-year-old child at the time.
Shy yet constantly hovering around her brother’s friend who’d come to visit for the first time, she was an adorable girl who drew pictures for me and proudly showed off English words she’d learned at school.
But we didn’t see each other often.
University life was hectic, and after my military service, I threw myself into serious management studies, making my schedule even tighter.
Still, I always made sure to see her on her birthday.
It was because of Yoon Hee-jae’s annoying, affectionate pleas.
He wanted at least one more person to celebrate Hee-jo’s birthday.
He said I was the only person she didn’t feel shy around.
It was remarkable how much she’d grown each time we met.
It was both amusing and endearing to see her learn to respond directly to my teasing instead of just blushing.
Watching her transform from a child to a girl, and from a girl to a woman, I felt something akin to emotion—though I’m not sure if it was simply contagious from Yoon Hee-jae’s fussing beside me.
But at her twentieth birthday, Hee-jo changed.
She became a woman. One who knew how to hide herself completely.
I gently brushed back Hee-jo’s hair.
‘It’s already too late to turn back.’
The moment to feel guilt and stop had long since passed.
Then I must produce a result that benefits both of us as much as possible.
Time cannot be rewound, and now I know how hot and soft Hee-jo’s body is.
“Was it your mother?”
At my sudden question, Hee-jo turned her head slightly and asked.
“What do you mean?”
“The person who urged you to go on a blind date.”
Hee-jo tried to appear composed, but she couldn’t help the reflexive tension that seized her body.
“It’s not like that.”
“You already know you’ve been caught.”
“….”
Hee-jo bit her lower lip firmly.
Whether from exhaustion or sheer bewilderment, I couldn’t fathom how to salvage this situation.
“You said you’d accept my proposal earlier. That you’d never refuse.”
Kwon Yeol turned my body to face him, meeting my gaze before speaking.
“Let’s get married. Just for one year.”

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