Chapter 207.2

Chapter 207.2

As she moaned, unable to even make a sound, the man who was massaging her tense thighs suddenly shifted his position, flipping her over and laying her down in the tub.

Lee Wooshin lifted both the backs of her knees out of the water and settled between them. Seoreong gripped the sides of the tub tightly and swallowed dryly. What, what was he going to do?

“Yes, he hurt me. In the place I cherish the most.”

“See here” He mimicked her tone of voice as he unwound the remaining bandage and tossed it aside. He had already taken off his shirt earlier, and with each wrap of the bandage in the opposite direction, the curved muscles of his shoulders and arms stood out prominently.

“That bastard, don’t you receive him like you do me. Don’t forgive him, and don’t seek revenge either. Just do nothing at all.”

By now, she could barely even make out what he was saying. The fully exposed corner of his eye, slightly distorted, also stole her gaze. She felt strangely suffocated.

“I’ll take care of everything, so don’t pointlessly meet him, exchange words, or even see his face. Handling such annoyances for you is part of a husband’s duties.”

“Wait, wait a minute!”

“Panting, for fuck’s sake. A man with no decorum.”

Frowning, he closed his eyes and then suddenly buried his face in the water. Within the soft warm water, his mouth sucked on the flesh that was even softer, targeting her sensitive and secret place.

Wh-what…!

The sensation of his tongue probing, combined with the hot water, was an extreme pleasure she had never experienced in her life.

“Huh…!”

At first, it just felt wet and merely ticklish, but as his pointed tongue tip sought to fill the void, her sensitivity gradually began to peak. He tugged at the folds of her v*lva with his lips and probed the hole with his tongue, licking vigorously.

His high nose bridge was completely submerged underwater, yet he moved his jaw as if it were no concern at all, not even pausing for a breath. The tongue moving like a sea creature’s seemed unlike anything human.

Seoryeong jerked her head back and gripped the bathtub tightly.

“Haah, ngh, ugh!”

Every time he turned his head, a splashing, submerged sound of water echoed. He pressed his tongue flat against her perineum, pushed upwards past her cl*toris, and sucked on hers.

Bubbles rose between her legs one by one. The sound of wetness was everywhere.

She wondered what was wrong with Lee Wooshin’s head, using his training results like this. Only a madman would use his cardiopulmonary endurance for something like this.

“Ngh! Crazy, you, ugh!”

He alternated biting her thighs and pulling at them. Seoryeong bit her lower lip and grabbed his wet hair, but the stubborn head only clung tighter.

He was clearly, undeniably in the wrong. Even the occasional droplets leaking from his nose became a stimulant touching her cl*toris. In the end, she didn’t stop her heated panting until, exhausted and feverish, she collapsed.

When she opened her eyes in her sleep, Seoryeong found herself safely enveloped in a soft blanket. Even in her drowsy state, she burrowed into the familiar, warm embrace like a puppy.

“Mmm…”

In response, the other person pulled the insufficient blanket over and held her deeply as if it were the most natural thing. Lee Wooshin, his face tidy and his cheek resting on his hand, simply watched her quietly. When their eyes briefly met, Seoryeong blinked her dazed, puffy eyes.

Bright sunlight streamed from behind Lee Wooshin, who was lying on his side. As Seoryeong pulled the blanket up to cover her mouth, he squinted one eye and asked,

“Did you sleep well?”

His lips, swollen from repeatedly chewing on them in suppressed anger, his sharp jawline, his prominent Adam’s apple—

She couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality. It even felt as if she had returned to a day in the past, a day completely untouched by hurt. Our newlywed home, still whole, no longer smelling of smoke.

Seoryeong feigned a calm expression, but for some reason, the tip of her nose tingled.

“…Hyun.”

She mumbled and clung tightly to his solid embrace.

“Calling your ex-husband’s name in your sleep, hearing it a second time doesn’t feel great.”

At his sighing voice, she opened her flickering eyes.

“It leaves me wondering. Should I rub your belly like your favorite Kim Hyun, or should I give you a sharp flick on the forehead?”

Lee Wooshin, who had been pushing against the inside of his cheek with his tongue, glared at her sharply. Seoryeong glanced around the luxurious bedroom, saw Lee Wooshin’s fresh bandages, and abruptly sat up. The man then forced her back down onto his muscular arm and said,

“Sleep more. You must be very tired.”

The scent of his skin woke her completely.

Only a few days ago, there had been a moment when she wished his eyes would never heal. It was a desperate attempt to keep Lee Wooshin under her control, even if it meant that.

But remembering the man who had clutched his bleeding eyes and collapsed made her grind her teeth.

Kia…

Now it was time to finally tear away the shadows of her childhood.

Sadly, Kia only met Han Seoryeong who had never met Kim Hyun.

She was also Sonya to him who had never met Yuri.

As her expression darkened, Lee Wooshin’s high nose bridge rubbed against her forehead.

“Let’s go home now. Back to Korea.”