Unhealthy - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33. False Atonement

 

Hae-yeong looked down at Taejun with cold eyes she had never shown before.

 

“Since I’ve been lenient with you, you think there’s nothing you can’t do.”

 

Her single-fold eyelids swayed languidly.

 

“Can’t quite grasp your place?”

 

Even at his domineering tone, Hae-yeong only breathed shallowly, like someone who had switched off their brain.

 

“Right now, I hold your life as collateral.”

 

She could feel him suppressing his emotions in his choppy voice.

 

“If you’re going to act up, do it properly.”

 

The position where she had been straddling Taejun was instantly flipped.

 

“If not, lie still and behave.”

 

As if to prove that her being quietly crushed beneath him had all been his mercy, her vision flipped simultaneously.

 

“Don’t drive people crazy with your nonsense.”

 

Taejun’s low voice brushed past Hae-yeong’s ear, sending a chilling thrill through her.

 

Though Taejun’s eyes were cold as ice, Hae-yeong faintly glimpsed traces of uncontrolled desire writhing at their depths.

 

Lips that had touched briefly and parted met again deeply.

 

She moved her tongue skillfully, not wanting to lose, but Taejun’s firm tongue tip overwhelmed her, wrapping around hers with painful heat.

 

At the sensation of their tongues violently intertwining in her mouth, Hae-yeong’s body tensed involuntarily, and burning emotions spread throughout her body along her skin.

 

Hae-yeong’s breath rose to her chin. The weight of Taejun reigning above her felt more vivid than ever.

 

Finding it difficult to breathe, she tried to push against Taejun’s chest, but the more she tried to push him away, the closer he pressed his body to hers.

 

“If I was going to stop, I wouldn’t have started.”

 

With barely a fingernail’s distance between them, Taejun muttered while firmly embracing her waist.

 

It didn’t seem to be a sentence referring only to this situation.

 

It seemed to refer to the long, wicked chain of this relationship.

 

There are exactly two things I’ve learned in life.

 

Good people are bound to suffer losses, and life is thoroughly solitary.

 

The man who made me engrave those immutable laws in my heart, Gi Taejun.

 

He was ruthless to a wicked degree, unwholesome enough to be called vulgar, and persistent to a wicked extent.

 

Only after giving him my body and heart completely did I finally learn the dirty intentions behind Gi Taejun and his family taking me in and raising me.

 

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I was dragged to the Hannam-dong House, caught by Gi Taejun’s hand.

 

Yes, “dragged” was the right expression.

 

Honestly, it was a place I never wanted to set foot in again, but as Taejun said, this was now the safest place for me.

 

Before and after knowing the situation, though it was the same space, the weight of the air touching my skin was vastly different.

 

Whether he had lost his glasses in the rain, his bare eyes had been exposed since the office.

 

His unshielded pupils were emitting a chilling gleam like a starving beast.

 

Just as he had helped me out of my rain-soaked clothes not long ago, Taejun began unbuttoning my two-piece suit one by one.

 

Every time his straight fingers brushed against my skin through the wet fabric, Hae-yeong instinctively trembled.

 

Though it was clearly the same proper touch as before, the temperature within it had cooled terribly.

 

Hae-yeong no longer rejoiced in his hypocritical tenderness.

 

“I’ll do it myself.”

 

She tried to forcibly push his hands away, but Taejun acted regardless.

 

Thick tendons bulged over his sturdy knuckles as he roughly pulled down the wet skirt.

 

“Use me. Make me your servant, or call me whenever you’re horny to fuck you.”

 

Hae-yeong looked up at Taejun with a genuinely bewildered expression.

 

The vulgar words from his mouth roughly scratched past Hae-yeong’s ears.

 

Even during this, Taejun steadily moved his hands, grasping her shoulder exposed through the wet blouse.

 

“I’ll do whatever you tell me until you feel better.”

 

“Hypocrite.”

 

“I’ll listen even if you curse me, take it even if you hit me.”

 

“Bad bastard.”

 

“That’s right too.”

 

It wasn’t that she had hoped he would throw a fit saying it was unpleasant to hear, but him just quietly listening to the curses she spat out without even arguing back made her feel like she could die from frustration.

 

She now knew that Gi Taejun’s words like these held no meaning. She had to acknowledge that there was something corresponding to the kindness he showed behind Gi Taejun being so submissive.

 

While harboring endless dissatisfaction from distrust toward him, while painful anger spread at his false mask, she hated herself for not being able to be cruel to him.

 

Hae-yeong raised her toes as if showing deep dissatisfaction and pushed against his lower abdomen.

 

When the firm muscle touched her sole, she got goosebumps from the illusion that her leg was being wrapped around Taejun’s body instead.

 

“Stay far away.”

 

“I can’t do that.”

 

Taejun pushed his body between Hae-yeong’s legs that were pushing him away, penetrating even deeper.

 

“You said you’d do whatever I tell you, but that’s all lies.”

 

“You need to get out of wet clothes quickly so you don’t catch a cold. Let me do this.”

 

Though his tone was still indifferent, there was at least some crude emotion in his fingertips as he removed the clothes heavy with moisture. No, there seemed to be.

 

I shouldn’t misunderstand. Even when she put all her strength into her brain, her heart kept beating irregularly at his dense gaze penetrating her skin.

 

After stripping off everything she wore except her bra and panties, Taejun, perhaps having some conscience, left those alone and stepped back a good distance.

 

“You take yours off too.”

 

Hae-yeong ordered like a command.

 

Then Taejun surprisingly acted obediently as told.

 

He loosened his tie knot messily and unfastened all his shirt buttons, revealing his solid upper body.

 

Hae-yeong’s gaze lingered on the long scar across his chest.

 

Was it last year? When I saw Taejun bleeding profusely and cried in shock.

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

Hae-yeong raised her toes and touched the wound that now only showed clear marks, as if tracing it.

 

Taejun’s chest muscle flinching was transmitted directly through her toes.

 

“It doesn’t hurt.”

 

“Why were you injured?”

 

Hae-yeong looked up at him and asked.

 

It was a question she had asked often before, but one he had never answered.

 

Hae-yeong asked that question as if testing him, and Taejun answered while narrowing his brow.

 

“Just as you saw. I got stabbed.”

 

Unlike his calm voice, a cold look flashed momentarily in Taejun’s eyes.

 

Hae-yeong moved her gaze along that hideous mark.

 

The scar that seemed to have narrowly missed his heart was still clearly etched despite the passage of time.

 

“By whom?”

 

“In father’s place.”

 

“…What reason was there to get stabbed in place of the elder?”

 

“Overnight, the first and second in the Organization hierarchy died side by side, and father, who was next in line, got to take it all. There would be resentment.”

 

Taejun replied dryly as if talking about someone else’s story.

 

Every time his chest muscle touched Hae-yeong’s toes, heavy pulsations were transmitted directly.

 

“Does the elder know?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why are you so foolishly stubborn?”

 

“Sometimes silence is better.”

 

Taejun gradually applied pressure to the hand gripping Hae-yeong’s ankle.

 

“You almost died.”

 

Hae-yeong’s voice became wet.

 

Even in a moment when she should rightfully hate him, she couldn’t hide the instinctive fear that gripped one corner of her heart.

 

“If I had died, it couldn’t be helped. If not me, then father. One of the two had to be hit for it to end.”

 

“I really thought you were going to die then.”

 

Though it was whispered words, Hae-yeong’s heart still raced when she recalled that moment.

 

It was the first time in her life she had seen so much blood, and the first time she had met someone who endured without going to the hospital even in a life-threatening crisis.

 

Since all the situations she experienced at that time were shocking, every sensation from that period remained vivid even as time passed.

 

“You lived. You survived to endure this humiliation too.”

 

Taejun caught Hae-yeong’s slender ankle with his large hand, snatching it up.

 

“You’re submitting so obediently.”

 

“When you don’t even mean it.”

 

“Whether it’s false or sincere. What does that matter.”

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