Chapter 4

His hands gripped my hips as he came back with another powerful thrust.

“Aaahh… This is deep,” I gasped.

“After I’m done with you, you’ll tell me everything, Miss Lilith,” he said firmly.

I covered my flushed face, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation building at the edge of release.

“W-wait…” I breathed.

“Stop covering your face and eyes, Miss Lilith!” he commanded. “I want to see you. Show me your face—now!”

His hand wrapped around mine tightly and pulled it away from my face.

“Let’s just say… this is a special night for me. Will you let me see you?” he asked, his voice softer this time.

Looking into his eyes at a moment like this made me feel vulnerable, like all my secrets were about to spill out. If he keeps looking at me like that, he’ll know I like him—damn it.

His request made my heart twist strangely.

His body leaned closer, his face just inches from mine. The intimacy of this moment was overwhelming. I could feel the emotion in the way he moved, the way he looked at me—as if we were no longer just acting on impulse, but something more.

This connection… it felt like we were sharing something deeper.

Starting tonight, I want him to love me.

I became his bed partner, just as we agreed that night. The task was simple. And he—he seemed happy with how I pleased him.

***

Three Months Later

We walked into the basement and headed for the car. It was late, and the air was quiet. Walking beside him still made me tense. I have to admit—I want to break this strange agreement.

But I can’t.

I like my boss too much. I can’t say no to him.

We’ve been doing this for three months.

I honestly thought he’d grow tired of me after a few weeks. That this would fade.

But I was wrong. He contacts me more often than he ever did before this agreement. Like something changed.

“What are you thinking about? Get in the car,” he said suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Oh—yes,” I answered quickly.

Later, in his room, the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breath—ragged and unsteady.

“Ah… ah…”

“Hngh… ah… ah…”

His hands were firm as he adjusted my posture, pushing me toward him with a silent kind of urgency.

Time blurred. I didn’t even know how long it had been.

“Too much… it’s too—” I gasped.

My body writhed on the bed, trembling against the pressure and heat between us. I clutched the sheets tightly, trying to focus, but the way he moved…

“Aaah!”

He smiled at me mischievously, fully aware of the effect he had on me.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it?”

“Aahh… ah… h-hold on. You need to slow down or I—”

“What? You’ll lose control?” he teased, leaning in closer.

“I’m not saying that,” I murmured, flushed and breathless.

I buried my face in the pillow, body shaking, heat rising with every movement.

“I don’t think I can take anymore…” I gasped.

He grinned, clearly satisfied to see me unraveling beneath him.

“As always, I’m right,” he whispered.

“Ahh—I… ahh…”

My breath hitched as everything reached a breaking point.

“Mr. Hyung…” I gasped, barely able to form the words.

“I—I can’t—”

I closed my eyes. My body trembled violently, like I was breaking apart. His face moved closer to mine, and to my surprise, my mouth was still opening and closing without control.

His eyes stayed on me, watching my flushed face, and for a moment, we both fell silent.

“W-wait, sir,” I whispered.

He was about to kiss me again when I turned my face away.

“You’re avoiding me again,” he said flatly.

My boss pulled away, his expression tightening with frustration.

“Hey, it’s been three months… and you’re still avoiding me?” he asked, clearly irritated.

“We’re done, right, Mister Hyung?” I said, trying to steady my voice.

“You’re leaving now? That fast?”

“I have to go. I’ll get my clothes.”

I turned away quickly. I couldn’t face him like this—not when my heart was spinning. I didn’t want him to assume I had feelings for him again. No, this can’t happen.

I stepped out to gather my clothes, trying to breathe normally.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said from behind me, his voice softer now. “But I still don’t understand you. You change every time we make love.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hyung. Goodbye,” I said, not looking back.

I could feel his eyes on me—frustrated, confused—but I kept walking toward the door.

“Stupid!” he muttered behind me.

As soon as I stepped outside the room, I exhaled hard.

“Damn it… That was close,” I whispered to myself.

I placed a hand over my chest. My heartbeat was still pounding, my face burning with the memory of what he’d just done to me.

“I can’t let him know how I feel,” I murmured.

“This is just an agreement… not a confession. He can’t know the truth—that I love him.”

***

Back home, my mind was spinning—with his face burned into every corner of it.

“I can’t take it… I can’t take this anymore…” I whispered.

His eyes. His voice. The way he looked at me. It all echoed inside my head.

I stood in my room, staring at the dresser. My fingers trembled as I reached for the drawer, pulling it open. The familiar sex toy rested there—quiet, still—like a memory I shouldn’t return to.

“Sh*t… why can’t I stop thinking about him?”

I peeled off my dress, then my underwear, until I stood bare in the soft light. My skin prickled at the air.

I walked into the bathroom, my heart racing. I sat down, spreading my legs and letting the thoughts take over.

His voice. His smirk. His hands.

“Damn it, Hyung Woo…”

Even now, the heat inside me was building again.

I slowly tucked the toy into my bottom.

“Aahh… Aahh… This thing still gives off a great sensation, like before. I will enter this toy intense.

I inserted the toy more profoundly until it was fully inserted and pressed the button to give it a strong vibration.

“Aaahh… Haa… ya… aahh…”

My body squirmed from the incredible sensation I got from the toy that kept vibrating. I bit my lower lip.

“Haa! Aaahhh…”

“Oh god, this feeling is so delicious—amazing. Aahh…”

“Aahh… Hyung… Hyung… Aahh…”

I hit the wall, channeling incredible sensations, making my head spin. My feet were very wet, and fluids were constantly coming out.

“Aaahh!!”

A few moments later, I returned to the bedroom, still breathless, still shaken. I picked up my phone with trembling hands and scrolled through my contacts.

A familiar name stared back at me.

I hesitated… then tapped.

“Hello, Mr. Jang. Are you free tonight?” I asked softly.

There was a pause. Then his voice.

“I’m waiting for you at the bar, Mr. Jang.”

***

Next morning…

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around the room.

“Ugh… I drank too much,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.

“Mr. Jang… he left me.”

Dragging myself into the bathroom, I glanced in the mirror—and immediately groaned.

“Ah, sh*t. Mr. Jang left hickeys all over my body. I look like a damn lollipop.”

This wasn’t the first time. My nights with Mr. Jang weren’t just one-off mistakes. It became a pattern.

Whenever I felt overwhelmed—whenever the tension with my boss became too much—I ended up here. With him.

Mr. Jang wasn’t like the other random guys. He felt… different. Familiar. Comfortable.

Still, I tried to convince myself otherwise.

“Mr. Jang… I don’t care how he feels about me,” I said out loud, almost trying to believe it.

I frowned at my reflection, eyes narrowing at the red marks dotting my skin.

“Damn it! He gave me too many hickeys,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “I don’t let anyone leave marks on my body. Not even my boss.”