Episode 52
Wine spilled across the table as Lee Eun-woo lunged at her like an untamed animal. The reddish-brown liquid soaked the tablecloth, filling the air with its heady aroma. His strong hands gripped her waist firmly, tugging loose the ties of her dress in a swift motion.
The rustling of fabric was loud, almost deafening, as the spilled wine seeped into her pure white dress. Startled, she flinched, only to catch Eunwoo’s gaze—intense, narrowed eyes that softened just slightly as he offered a fleeting smile.
“Maybe I was too hasty,” he murmured, a hint of shyness coloring his tone.
“It’s not like this is our first time.”
But his hands, warm and insistent, continued to guide hers towards him. Beneath her touch, she could feel the solid shape pressing against his clothes, his desire unmistakable.
She instinctively tried to pull away, but Eunwoo held her hand, his grip firm.
“…You don’t want this?” he asked, his voice gentle, yet his gaze burning with restrained passion.
As he leaned closer, Eunwoo’s breathing grew heavy, his brow furrowed with desire. Kneeling before her chair, he pressed his forehead against her thigh, causing her to shiver as his lips grazed her skin.
“My body… it hasn’t caught up to my heart,” he murmured, his words laced with longing.
His lips trailed along her thigh, leaving a burning path, while her hands hovered uncertainly over his shoulders. With every touch, her pulse quickened, and his breaths came faster, eyes half-closed with unspoken need.
“When I look at you, Soyoung, I just…” he whispered, his voice breaking.
The lust in his gaze silenced her, leaving her speechless as his hands traveled up her legs. Soon, his words faded into soft murmurs as his mouth moved lower, each touch being deliberate and lingering.
“Every day, I want to be inside you. I want to leave my mark on you… all of you,” he whispered, his tone almost desperate.
As he delved deeper, her legs instinctively parted, and he pressed closer, his breath hot against her skin. His hands moved
with gentle insistence, guiding her to the edge. She couldn’t help but gasp, the sensations overwhelming her as his lips and tongue explored into her further.
The world spun as her senses took over, and she reached for him, clutching his shoulders, her body responding without restraint. The tension inside her built until her vision blurred.
“Ah… no, please, Eunwoo,” she moaned, but her voice trailed off, replaced by soft gasps.
He chuckled, his thumb gently rubbing against her, his touch both firm and tender. She shuddered, each movement drawing her closer to her breaking point, her body caught between wanting to pull him closer and needing a moment’s reprieve.
“You look happy, Soyoung,” he whispered, his tone teasing.
“You’re so sensitive here.”
He continued, his tongue moving in slow, teasing strokes, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Her voice broke into soft cries, and his face remained close, focused, as if savoring every reaction.
Her head fell back, overcome by sensation, and she was momentarily lost in the rhythm of his movements. Her hands
gripped the chair’s edges, and her body trembled, each second building toward something inevitable.
“Oh… Eunwoo!” she cried out, her voice filled with need.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. She felt her body give way, surrendering completely, as she clung to him. His arms wrapped around her, steadying her, and he held her close as she reached her peak.
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When she finally opened her eyes, Eunwoo was gone. His absence felt surreal, as though their encounter had been a vivid dream. She vaguely remembered him whispering something before he left, but the details slipped away like sand through her fingers.
Stretching, she sat up and glanced at the clock. It was well past noon, a clear sign she had slept longer than expected. Her body still tingled from their time together, but it no longer ached as it once did. She had grown accustomed to his presence, and with each encounter, she felt herself becoming more attuned to him.
Reaching out, she noticed a note left on the desk in Eunwoo’s neat handwriting.
“Something important came up, so I’ll be home this evening. I left lunch in the fridge; please heat it up and eat. Let’s go somewhere nice for dinner tonight.”
Beside the note lay the master key, its metal glinting in the light. She held it, feeling a strange sense of curiosity mixed with apprehension.
Had he left this here on purpose, or was it an accident? Normally, Eunwoo would never be so careless. He knew her habits, her routines; he would have placed the key somewhere she wouldn’t notice unless he intended her to find it.
Without a second thought, she grabbed the key and walked down the hall, her fingers curling around it tightly. As she passed the kitchen, she paused and pulled a small spreading knife from the drawer—nothing sharp, but still a useful tool.
The house was eerily quiet in his absence. She knew the guards were stationed outside, but within these walls, she felt alone. Despite Eunwoo’s careful planning and security, this place belonged solely to them. This was their sanctuary.
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Standing on the second-floor landing, she found herself facing two doors, each locked with sturdy chains. She’d always
suspected something was hidden on this floor, something Eunwoo kept secret even from her.
Taking a deep breath, she approached the door on the left, inserting the key into the lock and turning it. The chain clattered to the floor, and she pushed the door open, revealing a hallway shrouded in shadows.
She stepped inside, her movements tentative as she peered into the dimly lit corridor. The silence was oppressive, almost foreboding, and her footsteps seemed muted against the plush carpet that covered the floor.
At the end of the hall, another door awaited her, similar in design but with a small opening at the top, offering a glimpse inside. She tiptoed closer, pressing her eye to the gap, and was met with an unexpected sight.
The rooms within were empty, stripped bare of any furniture or personal touches. The walls were painted an unsettling white, making the space feel cold and clinical, like a ward in a mental hospital. Despite the pristine paint, an air of desolation hung over the rooms.
Chilled, she backed away from the door, her mind racing with questions. Why had Eunwoo created this place? What purpose could these rooms serve?
Turning to the right, she faced the remaining door, its heavy chains still intact. She swallowed, nerves tightening in her stomach. Whatever lay behind that door, she sensed it held answers that Eunwoo had carefully hidden.
Her pulse quickened as she approached, the key heavy in her hand.
