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A soft hum came from him as he gently nibbled on the back of my neck.
The feeling was somewhere between pain and pleasure, causing my toes to curl and uncurl repeatedly.
The soft carpet under my feet tickled between my toes.
“I’ve been painstakingly building up a tower, and someone’s gone and left their fingerprints all over it. I can’t kill them, though. I still need them. But it pisses me off.”
He was talking about me.
No matter how you looked at it, I was certain. I lightly patted his arm, hoping he’d keep the insults about me to a minimum.
“Do you always leave such room for misinterpretation?”
“…”
“Now that I think about it, you gave a giant plant a name, watered it every day, and only took care of it. I wanted to uproot it and burn it, but I held back. Now you’re just running wild, attaching yourself wherever you please.”
I was wrong—it wasn’t about me. I let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to have completely forgotten about me.
But then, what was he so angry about now?
I quietly listened again.
When I stopped patting his arm, he tightened his grip a little more.
Feeling like it was too much, I resumed patting, and he relaxed again.
His mood was as unpredictable as ever.
“Objectively speaking, am I really that bad?”
As he asked that, he turned my body to face him.
I was well aware of an Alpha’s strength, but experiencing it firsthand felt strange.
Even though I’m around 173 cm tall, it felt like my entire weight, bones included, was being completely ignored. I pouted slightly, and he asked again.
“Am I really that bad?”
Objectively speaking, this man was definitely handsome.
Handsome, but also somewhat beautiful. Should I call him a pretty boy?
Or maybe a beauty?
To be born looking like that, you’d probably have to hit the bullseye on a dartboard three times in a row or win some traditional game at a festival.
In other words, a plain person like me would never look like that, not even in my next life.
“No…”
I muttered softly, and he lightly kissed my lips.
Three times, in fact.
After hearing the sound of three soft kisses, he toyed with my waist, tilting his head as his hand slowly moved downward.
His fingers massaged my backside as if checking whether there was any flesh there.
“That can’t be all. Say more.”
What else was I supposed to say?
Should I tell him that his dazzling looks are blinding me?
Or should I get down on my knees and praise him?
Sure, his appearance is praise-worthy, but knowing the kind of person he was, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
He removed his hand from my backside, then grabbed my wrists and cupped my chin, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
“Or… am I really that bad?”
“I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.”
As I fidgeted my fingers, he tilted his head slightly and pressed his cheek into my palm.
He looked just like a puppy seeking affection, leaving me speechless as I stared at him.
“So, you don’t like it that much, huh?”
“…No. That’s not… it…”
How long can I keep doing this?
How long can I continue deceiving him?
This was only our third meeting, yet the remaining six months already felt daunting.
Just as doubts began to take root, Han Doha asked again.
“Then what?”
“…You’re handsome.”
As I gave my honest opinion, he lightly kissed my palm and squinted his eyes playfully.
“Handsome? I’m supposed to be handsome, and you’re the one who’s pretty. So soft and pale, you’ve been eye-catching since birth, like you were meant to be admired.”
Speaking like he’s seen my face when he clearly hasn’t.
As I pouted, he released my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist, showering my lips with birdlike kisses.
As the sound of our lips meeting grew louder, I unconsciously parted mine slightly, only for him to pull away.
“Shall we discuss business now?”
When I looked at him with confusion, he brought over a luxurious, well-bound booklet from the corner of the room.
The dark cover was all too familiar. It was definitely a book I’d brought from the printing house.
As I stretched my neck to peek at the contents, my face instantly turned pale.
Are you kidding me?
Why is this here?
I tried to squirm away, but his grip around my waist was far too strong to break free from.
Oh no, oh no…
Please, someone make me disappear from this world.
The overwhelming embarrassment engulfed me.
“Which one do you want to try on first? I’m not in the mood to be generous, so you have to pick at least one.”
Like a benevolent master offering a choice, he tapped on the open pages of the book with his fingertips and smiled at me as warmly as sunlight.
Inside the book he had brought were printed photos of all the underwear I had ever worn.
Of course, none of it was for a normal purpose.
I wanted to die.
Staring at the black underwear in my hands, I was overwhelmed by the desire to just die on the spot.
Could I bite my tongue and end it all right here?
As these thoughts filled my head, I sat down and began laying the underwear out on the floor one by one.
This particular pair was from about a year and a half ago, under the ridiculous theme of “My Kitty.”
It had even been released in a women’s version, and back then, it sold pretty well.
Cha Chiyeon had spent every night frantically packing orders in the studio, only coming home at dawn.
Sales were good enough that I even got a bonus, which is why I remembered it so well.
A headband with cat ears, a jockstrap, and a fluffy scarf that fit snugly around the neck—ridiculous underwear, in every sense of the word.
Though this time, the pants didn’t seem to have the tail attached.
Originally, a long cat tail was sewn into the waistband of the jockstrap.
Maybe it fell off by accident. I ran my fingers over the strap and let out a sigh.
“Sold out, huh…”
With a face crumpled in frustration, I looked down at the underwear.
I knew I had to wear it for the modeling contract, but I hated the idea more than death itself.
After hesitating for what felt like an eternity, I carefully slipped one leg into the strap, then the other, and stood to pull it up.
Just as I was doing so, a knock on the door froze me in place.
“Is everything okay? You’ve been in there for over 30 minutes.”
“Yes?”
“Can I come in?”
No, no! Panicking, I scrambled to move, my eyes shaking as I thought about what to do.
I frantically waved my arms around, thinking I should lock the door first.
But before I could even reach the latch, I saw the doorknob turn and the door slowly begin to open.
In a panic, I pulled my hoodie over my head and huddled in a corner, like a fish foolishly believing it couldn’t be seen if it couldn’t see others.
“Hm…”
Please, keep your mouth shut.
Please, please just leave.
I promise I’ll come out fully dressed in a minute.
I prayed fervently, but when I heard nothing for a while, I cautiously lifted my head.
Han Doha was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, staring down at me.
“I asked you to come out wearing underwear, not seduce the mirror.”
“…”
“I never told you to tempt the mirror.”
Confused by his words, I glanced toward the mirror in front of me. I could see the bunny ears on my hoodie standing upright.
I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d made me wear something like this.
Is he crazy?
Seriously?
I was beginning to question my boss’s sexual preferences.
To make matters worse, the underwear I hadn’t fully put on was still hanging around my knees, making me look as though I was in the middle of undressing.
I let out a dumbfounded sound, then shifted my gaze to Han Doha, who had approached and knelt in front of me.
He grabbed my ankle and gently pulled.
Before I could utter a sound, one of my legs was lifted slightly.
I barely had time to register my exposed lower half before he wrapped his hand around my calf and kissed my knee.
“If you don’t know how to wear it, I’ll help you.”
“No, ah… No, that’s not… Ah!”
My body was pulled forward.
With his fingers hooked through the waistband of the underwear, he ran his hand slowly up my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine as his touch mingled with the scent of his pheromones.
“Lift your hips.”
His tone was gentle, as though speaking to a child.
With my arms planted on the floor, I hesitantly lifted my hips, and he pulled the underwear up in one smooth motion.
As his palm brushed against my skin, a soft whimper escaped my lips.
Letting out a shaky breath, I lowered my hips, and he slowly stroked my waist.
“Um, could you… move back a bit?”
His hand, which had been trailing along my side, moved lower, skimming over the curve of my spine and pressing into the small of my back with a mischievous grin.
“There’s a hole here too.”
I stared at him blankly, unsure what he meant, but there was no answer.
His hand slid back up to my waistline and slipped inside my clothes.
His touch was firm, roaming slowly over the smooth skin of my stomach, and his fingers began to knead the sensitive area around my chest.
Trying to stifle a moan, I bit down on my lower lip.
And then, out of nowhere, he twisted my nipple as though delivering punishment.
“Hngh!”
“We’re here to work. Why are you letting your mind wander?”
He closed his mouth for a moment, tilting his head slightly to the side.
He looked like a predator deciding how best to carve up its prey before devouring it.
“I never considered myself to have a lewd taste…”
His words trailed off as he scanned me slowly. Is this what it feels like to be violated with a gaze? The way his stare grazed my skin felt like tiny pinpricks.
Or maybe it was just the pheromones.
I tugged at my sleeves, which barely covered my fingertips, and shielded my mouth.
Han Doha’s eyes caught mine.
He smiled fiercely, like a beast, then pulled me forcefully against him. Our lower bodies pressed together with no space between.
“Let’s give it a try, starting now.”
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