Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something” - Chapter 116

Of course, looking at the current cohabiting situation, it could be a bit misleading. But this was only temporary. Even if this man threw confusing bait at her, Na-Yool should never be mistaken about his intentions.

“That’s a later story, anyway…” muttered Na-Yool softly.

Her postulate was simple. A later story – which meant, by the time she raises those cute animals, they will have nothing to do with each other. In the first place, weren’t they dating with this ending in mind?

At Na-Yool’s words, Si-Jin scoffed bitterly.

“Yeah, right.”

“Oh, are you afraid that pet hair stuck to me might transfer to you? Is that it? In the first place—”

“Do you take me for an OCD patient?”

“—it was you who claimed not to be interested in marriage, Mr. President.”

So we can’t date infinitely, can we? Asking in a roundabout way, a curve ball was thrown. As he caught on to it, Si-Jin was bewildered that Na-Yool sounded saddened by the fact. However, he remained calm as he replied.

“And you, do you suddenly have an interest for it?”

“I have always had mixed feelings about getting married… Just that I do not wish for it at the moment. So, in my case, who knows? By then, I might be married to someone else, or might stay single after not finding a good partner.”

“You are talking like that’s like 10 years from now.”

Si-Jin pointed out how vain Na-Yool’s words were for seeming to predict a future that would never come close. She shrugged her shoulders.

“Why not? I won’t have kids anyway.”

He abruptly stared straight into her eyes.

“So certain?” he asked in a breath.

“Yes. I don’t like them much, and considering that giving birth always immediately interferes with a woman’s work… Being unable to work and such, I don’t think I would ever be able to cope with that.”

“……”

“Even if I did, I do not have the confidence to raise kids well, and neither want to feel sorry for them for that. And it would only lead to a fight with my husband over whose fault it is… then eventually to a casual divorce. I cannot stand a loss, I don’t have much patience either, and my job also happens to be my top priority.”

“……”

“Unless I get married with the intention of breaking up from the start, I will never have children. That’s why I would rather marry a man who, like me, does not like kids…”

“…I think I liked you more just now.”

“……Sorry?”

Na-Yool looked at him with a puzzled expression. What’s up with his eyes? What is this, suddenly…

“It was for a second, but you almost looked like perfection.”

What the heck…? Under the tenacious and oppressive stare of Si-Jin fixed on her, Na-Yool’s eyes twitched nervously at the unexpected development.

“Why are you looking at me like this?”

“Let’s do it.”

“…..What?”

“Sex.”

The word not only was short but came way too out of nowhere. Still, to Na-Yool it sounded close to Si-Jin fervently agreeing to her view on the matter.

She was not much surprised that he would filter out everything else and focus on this word. It surely was the result of whatever thoughts had crossed Si-Jin’s mind. But it was not surprising. Na-Yool had long gotten used to his aggressively out-of-the-blue debauchery.

The ticklish feeling of starting dating him had simply made her briefly forget about it.

“…Well, it’s not like we cannot, but still—”

Before she had the time to say they should finish eating, her words first got swallowed by Si-Jin’s lips.

Their tongues entangled, and his manly hand dexterously unbuttoned her nightwear to push her bra up while grabbing onto her chest pressed under it… Na-Yool wriggled in his embrace with a slight frown on her face, as if afraid to spill her plate.

Si-Jin roughly snatched it to put it away on the table, then pushed her body down on the sofa.

“Haa…” With a deep breath, Na-Yool tried to free her lips, but Si-Jin’s lips this time landed on the lower one. He gently licked the tender skin beneath her lip, and painlessly bit it as he kneaded her breasts upwards.

From her lips to her chin and the soft flesh underneath, his lips slid down along her slender neckline and dimpled collarbone, until they finally nibbled the curled-up bra and tugged it a little higher. It was as though he had no intention to remove it but merely tried to make the chest squeezed within even more obvious – yes, nothing more. Why is it that him biting the center wire piece of her bra felt increasingly obscene than directly biting her? Na-Yool raised her arms to cover her face which had turned bright red in an instant. She did not even realize that her gesture drew out her chest to him in an even more explicit position.

He pulled her bra up a bit to his own satisfying level and lowered his mouth again. Then, for the first time, he took a bite at her tender flesh. Slowly, his love bites went a little further and further down, leaving traces in their trail, until they reached her already daintily perking nipples.

Na-Yool completely covered her eyes so as to not see him. She felt Si-Jin sighing with satisfaction.

And then, the peculiar sensation of her sensitive peaks being sucked into his mouth.

“Do you know?”

“Ha, uhn…”

“Your reaction, it’s faster.”

“Hnn, how could that—”

“—So lewd.”

As Si-Jin intermittently spoke, his low breath kept tickling her nipples glistening with saliva. He suddenly grabbed her breasts from under and pushed one into his mouth while his fingertips tormented the other one by pinching its little peak. The heavy sound of sucking rang in Na-Yool’s ears.

Particularly sensitive to the act, Na-Yool moaned as she fumblingly got hold of Si-Jin’s white shirt. Even though her back was already safely laid against the sofa, her hand gripped it in fear of somehow falling over. Si-Jin seized the hand to wrap it around his neck and found her lips again. With a hand firmly holding Na-Yool’s back, he pressed her body against his, so tightly that not a gap was left between them. He captured her panting sobs within his lips, and Na-Yool stole back a deep breath from him.

I should have at least brushed my teeth. In the midst of being swayed over by lust, the  realization that they were still at the beginning of their relationship casually hit her. If it was her, the fact that his mouth would have some weird olive oil taste…

…Surprisingly, she was not bothered by it? Here she was, rubbing lips with the man who had skipped brushing his teeth, and she did not mind? For an instant, Na-Yool was astounded to realize how she could not seem to find any fault with this man. Of course, only for an instant. He was a master at blowing her mind.

Na-Yool hated how, every time Si-Jin skillfully behaved like this, she thought about the women he might have had a fling with… but it always took him a second to rob her mind of these thoughts. Si-Jin lifted himself up, and lodged his pelvis between her legs as he took off his shirt. He straightened his strong, muscular waist, bringing out his broad shoulders, and looked at her.

Thinking back, his body was a real enigma – it was a wonder how a person could look so spiteful, yet completely dazzling once setting eyes on it.

And when those shoulders would cast dark shadows over her head…

“Don’t fire me up with that look.”

Na-Yool had no time to protest about not making any particular expression and Si-Jin’s words fell again.

“Every time you look at me this way, I want to ruthlessly ram into you.”

The crude words that landed on her body felt steamy.

She was about to perfunctorily rebuke him out of habit when she got struck speechless as Si-Jin actually put down his pants.