When The Phone Rings

Chapter 50

/contains ‘very mature’ themes/

“Haa…Haah”

He nibbled at the nape of Heeju’s neck again, cupping her chest in one hand. The flesh overflowed in his grasp. Every time he took that slightly raised flesh into his mouth and sucked, her toes curled involuntarily.

“Haah..”

I felt his swelling against my thigh as I rubbed myself in a frenzy of pleasure.

Every moment was hot and desperate. He pulled Heeju’s trousers down and pressed gently against the center of her underwear. Slow fingers dug into her thinly parted slit.

“Um…”

And then, all at once, heat rose to her scalp. As she continued to toss and turn, Baek Sa-eon’s large body pressed down on her.

“Shh… It’s okay.”

Yet, his actions below were far from gentle. Though his movements were slow, they tore through her without hesitation.

“Ah…!” Heeju struggled, twisting her body, but Baek Sa-eon didn’t let her go.
“You have no idea how much… I had to endure.”
“Ugh… Huh…”
“You don’t deserve something like m…”

Every time his fingers brushed against her, it felt like she was going to cry. The sensitivity, the density, and the pressure itself were different than when she touched herself.

“It might seem dirty or disgusting, but I’m addicted to power.”
“Hmph…”
“The thing I desire the most… I can’t even call it mine.”

Another finger extended.

“I have always wanted one thing.”

His p*nis stood up with a momentum that was now nothing more than a blunt instrument.

“To take what belongs to others, I even entertained desires I shouldn’t have.”
“Ah…”
“I went too far before I realized it.”

Heeju gasped under her breath.

“So, I intended to wait until everything was over to come for you, but now, there’s no need.”
“…”
“Maybe I should’ve acted like a jerk from the start.”

His gaze burned with blatant lust, something Heeju never received as his wife.

“I really tried to be a nice person around you. Trust me.”

Another finger slid in, spreading her body further and further apart, his tongue kept dancing with hers.

“Mmmmm…”

I was flooded with unfamiliar sensations.

“Heeju.”
“Hmph..!”

The moment he called out, Heeju couldn’t breathe under the immense pressure.

It felt like a force was pushing through her stomach and into her mouth. The jaw-dropping bulk made her stop crying.

Then a soothing tongue slipped into her mouth and drowned out her cries. Sa-eon and her eyes met.

“I want to do it.”

A stifled voice escaped between hot breaths.

“I wonder if holding back all this time was worth it…”
“Haah… Ugh…”

Something like a weapon raked downward.

“I’ve been holding it in to protect you, to spare you, and now that I think about it, it’s not so grown-up-like.”

Baek Saen continued to fidget with his waist, finally removing his jacket and shirt. His hard
chest, abs, and pubic bone, which sharpened with every strain, were on full display.

“I didn’t want to scare you away.”

A broad shoulder swept over Heeju again.

“I ignored you because I thought you would leave me.”

The lewd sounds that followed made Heeju’s entire body flush red.

“You keep taking me back to my insecure teenage self.”

He frowned and clenched his jaw.

“Because you make me unscrupulous and greedy.”

His tightly stitched lower half slammed into a soft spot.

“Haah…!”
“Because you make me want to cry.”

Sa-eon kept hitting the sensitive spot again and again.

The movements were fast and deep. Heeju’s body jerked against her will and her ears felt dizzy.

“It was ominous from the start, I knew the one who would crumble first would be me.”
“Ugh…Hmph…!”

“I’ve never had someone like you.”

My hips kept bucking, but I didn’t know what to do, so I just gripped his hard forearm.

He thrust in and out with a force that seemed to pierce me to the core. My body kept shuddering.

“You were one of a kind.”
“…!”
“ I’ve known for a long time now.”
“Hah… huh…”
“Heeju.”
“Ah… hngh…”

It felt as though something burning hot was piercing deep into her belly.

The man moved roughly, meeting her gaze with every thrust. Her body felt as if it might split apart, but whenever it did, his lips would press against different parts of her face.

“Ahh… hngh…!”
“Hah…”

His damp hair clung to his forehead as he pushed it back with a quick sweep of his hand, his dark eyes gleaming.

Heeju’s entire body tingled down to her toes, but Baek Sa-eon showed no signs of stopping, his relentless movements pressing her further and further.

The room was filled with wet, sticky sounds, punctuated by his rough groans and muttered curses.

It was a night that needed no words, drenched in the essence of rain.

At the same time— It was a night brimming with unspoken words that could not be said aloud.

***

Q: Can you have a one-night stand with your husband?
A: Yes, absolutely…

Heeju woke to an ache that radiated throughout her entire body as if she had been hit repeatedly.

Though it was an exaggeration, my body was still covered in bruises from the last excursion. And yet, somehow, this same battered body had stirred such desire in him.

‘Is Sa-eon a pervert…?’

As she stirred beneath the blanket, she caught sight of Baek Sa-eon sitting on the edge of the bed.

His broad back, with its shifting muscles, seemed imposing, but his hunched posture carried a strange air of melancholy.

Heeju was silently watching him.

“…”
“…”

She remembered his body temperature that had haunted her all night, clinging to her like dampness, suffocating her.
‘Stop thinking about it!’

Her face burned at the memory just as her eyes met his dry, piercing gaze.

“Did you sleep well?”
“…!”

Sa-eon’s voice, low and husky from exhaustion, sent shivers down her spine.

He reached out, gently stroking her cheek with a cool hand.

“Honestly, last night was insane. He was crazy, and I was crazy too…’

Perhaps it was the storm that had pushed them into that state. The passion of the night had been intense, overwhelming, and electric. Now, it is all over. It should’ve been over…

“How’s your body?”

There were places she couldn’t mention aloud that still throbbed with heat, but she shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant.

“Yesterday…”

Baek Sa-eon’s brow furrowed, his expression a mix of concern and awkwardness. Was he regretting it?

But the mess of words he had poured out last night—those wild, chaotic confessions…

“While we were in the middle of it, I remembered you were injured…”
“…!”
“So I stopped.”

He traced his fingers lightly along her collarbone, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“That means I didn’t finish.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his blunt remark. Before she could respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against the curve of her shoulder.

“I’ll be gone for two nights, three days. There’s a forum I have to attend.”
“…”
“There’s an outdoor briefing, so I’ve already contacted Director Han Joon. While I’m gone, make sure you eat properly, and I’m sorry I can’t be there when you get your stitches out tomorrow.”
“…!”

Wait, hold on— She felt like she missed something critical in what he just said.

“And when I get back, we need to talk.”

His cold, steady gaze locked onto hers.

“Let’s have a real conversation.”

Beneath his frosty facade, she felt a burning sensation.

 

***

 

Heeju burst into the director’s office early in the morning.

“Yes, come on in—”
‘I heard you’re giving a briefing at the Blue House?’

Skipping formalities, Heeju got straight to the point, her hands moving briskly. Han Joon narrowed his eyes as if he had been expecting this interruption.

“I was about to call you. Perfect timing! We need to talk, don’t we?”
‘Pass the sign language interpretation for that briefing to me!’
“When did you get married?”

The off-topic question made Heeju pause. With a deadpan expression, she answered slowly.

‘…Three years ago.’
“Three years?! Not three months, but three years?”
‘…’
“Is this some kind of hidden camera prank?”

Suddenly, Han Joon jumped out of his seat and began inspecting the office, peeking inside the vase and lifting the tissue box as if searching for a hidden camera.

“I just can’t wrap my head around this. Why wouldn’t I know? We’ve known each other for nearly twenty years! Who else would give the speech at your wedding if not me? Obviously, I should’ve been…”
‘We didn’t have a wedding.’
“W-What?”
‘We got married without a ceremony.’

Before he could voice more frustration, Heeju rushed to explain.

“Isn’t his family part of some prestigious dynasty? Didn’t they even do a documentary recently? And it’s not like you’re struggling financially either.”
‘…’
“Don’t tell me? Was this Baek Sa-eon’s remarriage?”
“No, it’s not that… but…”

After hesitating, she signed again.

‘I got married in my sister’s place.’
“…What?”
‘The real bride disappeared the day before the ceremony, so I had to step in last-minute.’
“… …”
‘That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

Heeju lowered her head in embarrassment.

Her body still ached from the events of the night before, and Han Joon’s probing questions stirred up conflicted emotions. She shouldn’t have felt that flicker of anticipation, but it ignited nonetheless, fragile as embers.

The director frowned, as though trying to solve a riddle.

“That doesn’t make sense. That guy… something about him feels…”

He rubbed his chin but left the thought unfinished. A sharp gaze suddenly landed on Heeju.

“And you? Are you okay?”
‘What?’
“Were you okay for the past three years?”

Well… it had been a blur of lethargy and gloom, but…

“Look, Heeju, something about that guy’s gaze is not normal. On TV, he looks rational, and composed—the perfect professional, someone you could trust. But in person…”

Han Joon’s voice trailed off, a shiver running down his spine as he brushed an invisible chill from his arm.