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It felt like lightning had struck my entire body, causing me to jolt.
Instinctively, I turned around and saw the silhouette of a person sitting at the bar, not far from the kitchen.
I heard a brief clicking sound, and a small lamp illuminated the area.
Under the light, CEO Han appeared, dressed comfortably in loungewear.
He gestured at me with a flick of his hand.
“Come here.”
“Uh… well… CEO, what brings you here…?”
Only then did I notice the wine glass in his hand.
Beside him, several empty wine bottles—at least five—were scattered around.
“Can’t sleep?”
“It seems you can’t sleep either, CEO.”
“I’m debating whether I should keep holding on or let go. Sit. If you’re going to drink wine, I’ll give you a glass too.”
I sat quietly across from him. CEO Han handed me an empty glass and poured me some wine.
Watching his pale, elegant fingers, I nodded slightly.
“Thank you.”
“Yul, why can’t you sleep?”
“Just…”
“Just” was always the simplest answer when I didn’t want to elaborate.
It was brief and inclusive enough to avoid a lengthy explanation.
“Whenever you don’t want to give a difficult answer, you always say that.”
Before I could wonder how he knew, I shut my mouth.
“Well… I suppose you don’t need a grand reason to be unable to sleep.”
Instead of responding, I sipped my wine quietly. The bitter taste lingered on my tongue.
After sipping the wine for a while, I started to feel the alcohol hit me.
Without any reason, a smile crept onto my face, likely because of the alcohol.
When I began to swirl the glass playfully, CEO Han raised his hand to stop me.
He grabbed the glass that was about to tip over and kindly returned it to my hand.
“I warned you earlier—every time you touch me when we’re drinking, the fine increases.”
“So if I touch you now, does the fine go up?”
“Yes… it does. From now on, every time you make contact with me, I’ll add to the amount.”
“I looked it up—there’s a 300 AUD fine every time someone touches a quokka. That’s about 260,000 won. I rounded up the smaller numbers.”
I was speechless.
A fine of hundreds of thousands for touching an endangered animal?
I regretted not comparing it to a tiger instead of a quokka.
A tiger, with its dangerous reputation, would have been much more intimidating than a 260,000-won quokka.
Watching CEO Han massage my wrist, I opened my mouth.
“Congratulations. You’ve just added 260,000 won to your fine.”
“And this?”
His large hand enclosed mine, which was holding the wine glass.
A subtle ache spread through my back, and the heat began to rise, causing my lips to dry out.
I moistened them with my tongue, overwhelmed by the subtle scent of the sea that started to fill the air.
Watching the slightly shaking wine glass, I replied.
“Yes. Another fine.”
Whether it was because of the alcohol or the heat in the room, my throat felt increasingly warm.
My heart began to race, and the skin where we touched grew hotter.
“And this?”
His hand slid down from mine, lightly brushing the back of my neck with his fingertips.
He tapped my earlobe gently before tracing around my ear as if licking it with his fingers, finally returning to my neck.
My heart pounded as if it were trapped inside his hand.
“Yes, that too…”
“And this?”
With those words, Han Doha pulled me closer by the waist.
The wine sloshed over the rim of the glass and spilled.
Wine dripped from my fingers, but there was no time to be startled by such a trivial thing.
His breath brushed against the tip of my nose, and I instinctively held my breath.
His hazel eyes, which I had once thought were beautiful, looked at me steadily.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, which were holding the wine glass.
His fingers, coiled like a snake, slid into my palm, and the wine glass fell.
A sharp crashing sound filled the room, and when I turned my head in shock, Han Doha pulled me into his embrace.
My back hit the table in an instant.
The clattering sound of wine bottles spilling and dishes breaking echoed around us.
Amidst the noise, he looked down at me as he slipped between my legs.
My legs parted, and the warmth from our contact spread directly through me.
“How much is the fine for a kiss?”
“…I, uh, never really set a price for that…”
“Holding hands is 20, linking arms is 30, hugging is 50…”
“…”
“A kiss is 100.”
It was something I had said months ago.
As I slowly blinked, heat rising to my eyes, I tried to find the words.
I needed to say something—anything to stop him.
But my alcohol-dulled brain couldn’t come up with any words.
I watched him approach, dazed, my hand absentmindedly tapping my flushed cheek.
“If you kiss someone after drinking wine, they say it has a strangely bitter taste.”
Han Doha leaned closer as he spoke.
The dry scent of aged wood from old oak barrels swirled in the air as he moved.
Then the sharp scent of alcohol hit my nose.
“They say it’s nice.”
He leaned in even closer, as if he was about to kiss me at any moment.
He grabbed my chin and gently pulled it down.
My lower lip parted slightly, and at the same time, a faint breath brushed against me.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“Ah…”
As my lips parted, his soft lips touched mine. There was a sweet taste of wine mixed in.
Soft, gentle kisses. It was careful, like asking for permission, as if emotions were entwined in the act.
Instead of speaking, he continued to kiss me, communicating without words.
Every time our lips met, a fervent heat surged through me, leaving me trembling.
I shouldn’t go any further.
If I get entangled with this man, there’s no going back.
I have to stop this. I need to stop…
“CEO, wait, this is…”
I tried to push his shoulders away, but Han Doha grabbed my wrist, gently pressing it down.
The heat from his skin made my heart pound loudly.
He lowered his head and kissed my neck.
Each time his lips touched my skin, warmth surged to my face, and my head started spinning.
The alcohol seemed to hit me late.
A hot breath escaped through my open lips.
His lips stayed attached as he moved slowly, and I shivered as goosebumps prickled my skin.
A subtle tension built in my lower abdomen, causing my toes to curl.
The spicy scent of alcohol, sweet wine, and heat—these disjointed sensations floated in my mind.
As I met his gaze, I reluctantly parted my lips and closed my eyes.
I didn’t want to think any further.
His kisses grew rougher, flooding over me.
My chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.
His thick tongue roamed inside my mouth, and though I wasn’t doing anything, I felt as if my entire body was being licked and exposed.
The longer we kissed, the more saliva gathered in my mouth.
His hand, tightly entwined with mine, felt unusually hot, as if he wouldn’t let go.
That gentle action made me relax, and I began to follow his lead, accepting him quietly.
Somewhere, the scent of the sea grew stronger.
I barely opened my eyes and tapped his chest lightly.
The unswallowed saliva dripped from my chin.
I closed my mouth and swallowed, blinking dazedly as I exhaled.
Whether it was from the alcohol or the unquenched heat, I wasn’t sure.
“Ha… haa, haa…”
“How did it taste?”
He pressed one more soft kiss to my lips.
Even with such a light touch, the saliva that had collected in my mouth stretched into a clear thread and broke away lightly.
His lips were already glossy, easily visible even without the lamp.
Ah, so beautiful.
I stared blankly at his well-defined features.
Beautiful and handsome—his face kept catching my eye.
“I’m not sure…”
“Hmm, really?”
You’ll know once we go further.
He held my waist and armpits, lifting me up, and kissed me again.
As the wet sound of the kiss filled the room, I tilted my head to the side for air.
Han Doha gently held the back of my head, brushing his fingers through my hair.
Chills ran down my spine.
His fingers barely touched my scalp, yet a tingle spread through my back, and a warmth settled in my lower abdomen.
He moved deeper between my legs, sucking in the saliva pooled in my mouth before pulling away.
It felt like even my breath was being taken with it.
At some point, his hand had slipped under my pajama shirt.
He softly traced my skin as if stroking downy hair, then looked at me and asked, “What about now?”
“Well…”
“Hmm, you still don’t know.”
He gently bit my lower lip before returning for another kiss.
It was just a kiss, but heat rushed to my untouched member, and my toes tingled.
He kept biting and licking my lips before effortlessly lifting me into his arms.
Feeling like I might fall, I quickly wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist.
At that moment, I felt something hard pressing against my backside through the thin fabric of my pajamas.
My face flushed with heat.
We’ve done this a few times, so I’d be an idiot not to know what that was.
Then, my back hit a hard wall.
“Ugh…!”
“Focus.”
“But… ha…”
His intense kiss made my head spin, leaving me dizzy.
I instinctively brought my hands to my face, only to realize nothing was in their way.
I wasn’t just his sex partner; I was his secretary.
How did things end up like this?
It was just a drink, nothing more.
My rationality finally fought its way to the surface.
Secretary’s Rule No. 7: Always follow reason over emotion. In this moment, reason had to win.
“CEO… this isn’t right… It’s just the alcohol…”
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