Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 48 - 47. Absolute Temptation

Chapter 48: Chapter 47. Absolute Temptation

The grey eyes widened, and Hajin froze as his lips were once again touched by the sweet flower.

It was the last thing he expected when he ran to that room in a hurry, filled with anxiety. His brain was filled with confusion, even when the resident of his paradise pulled him into the gate of temptation.

Unlike the uncertain but curious kiss Sarah initiated on that hill, this kiss was filled with unmistakable lust, eager and thirsty. It was the kind of kiss that Hajin should make, not Sarah.

But, God...it went straight to the base of his skull.

Only after tasting the bittersweet sensation on her lips did Hajin catch the vague taste of alcohol and pull back, blinking hard between reason and desire.

"Mast--"

"Jin..." a gasping call made Hajin’s tongue cease functioning, and his grey eyes shook at the blushing cheeks and glazed eyes staring at him like she needed him. Like she wanted him. "Hajin..."

As eager fingers clutched onto his chest and neck, Hajin had to struggle with the way his name was swirling in his head with that voice and that tone. Sultry, whiny, needy...the kind of voice one would make when they woke up from a blissful night with a lover in their arms.

It felt like a dream. A dream that tugged hard on his string of reason.

"Hajin..."

And Hajin was a weak, weak man.

What could he do when his owner called him like he was a salvation? What could he do when those red lips beckoned him to come and be consumed?

Yes. Consumed was he, by the pair of red flowers that tasted like poisonous nectar. It was as sweet as it was dangerous. A forbidden temptation he knew he shouldn’t indulge.

But the dainty fingers sneaked between his locks and pulled him deeper, closer. The petite, lithe frame squirmed beneath him, rubbing against him as if chasing out invisible itches. Their tongues danced and his leather jacket was pushed back, away from his tensed body.

Hajin groaned helplessly when he felt Sarah’s eager hands over his wriggling muscles. His reason was in tatters already as the girl had her legs on his hips, and he had to grab her waist to keep himself from crushing her with his weight out of sheer impatience.

"Haa...Seul-ah," he kissed the flushed cheeks and nibbled on the flaming ear, leaving traces of his lips on the fair neck.

"Mmh--don’t stop," Sarah grasped the dark locks, as if encouraging the man to explore more. She wiggled beneath the enveloping weight and kissed the sharp jaw while whispering against tiny stubble. "It’s so...it’s so hot..."

And he stopped. Hajin pulled away and froze with widened, shaking eyes as it finally dawned on him that Sarah wasn’t her usual self. He looked at the flushed, whiny girl who kept hitting him in demand while frustratingly pulling him closer to no avail.

A drugged-out, drunk girl he supposedly protected.

"Nggh--no!" Sarah whined in protest when Hajin stopped moving altogether, twisting her hips in an attempt at clumsy seduction. "Come...come back--"

SLAM!

Sarah gasped and flinched in surprise as Hajin punched the headboard above them. "Wh...wha...?" she blinked and slurred in a daze, wondering why Hajin got further away instead of coming back to her.

To cure her itch and doused the fire licking her inside.

"Fuck--" Hajin cursed and hit the headboard again as if it was his sleeping sanity.

Even in her shock, Sarah still looked dazed instead of alarmed. Hajin cursed himself once again for falling into temptation instead of realizing the state of his master. But the fingers were still clawing him in protest and Sarah was still writhing beneath him in frustration, so Hajin hardened his eyes and held the blanket beneath her.

"I’m sorry," he whispered with strained breath against the heavy whine of his sweet master, and pulled the edges of the blanket to wrap her in a soft wall that would shield her from himself.

"Whatz...ziss?" Sarah squirmed as her reasons and consciousness kept slipping away. "’et me goo!"

"I’m sorry," Hajin gritted his teeth as he hugged the bundled figure to prevent her from escaping. "I’m sorry, Master. Just wait a bit, yeah?"

After seeing Sarah’s condition, he could more or less guess why and where Daniel went away in a hurry. All they had to do was wait, but it was torturous for a young woman who had never ingested drugs before.

"Nggh! Let go! Hot! It’s hot!"

Sarah screamed as her limbs were bound with a blanket and a pair of strong arms. She felt hot, she felt weird, she felt like something tickling beneath her skin and all over her nerves. She felt miserable--so, so miserable--but why? Why did Hajin refuse to help her?

"Hajin...Jin...please?" she looked up at the stern grey eyes and sobbed. "Please?"

Hajin gritted his teeth and said nothing, just hugging his pitiful master tightly while she was sobbing in plea. The only thing he could offer was stroking the wet, flushing cheek soothingly, making sure he engraved this look in his memory as punishment.

Never. Never would he let Sarah experience this again in the future.

Hajin had no idea how long it had been, but after what seemed like an agonizing time passed, he finally heard a knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes," Hajin replied stiffly between Sarah’s quiet sob.

The door opened, and as expected, Daniel came with a medical team, whom Hajin recognized from the uniform as one from Yonghwa’s hospital. All women.

As if trained to face everything there was in the world, the personnel entered with a cold face and efficiency, immediately fixing equipment around the bed while one of them, a woman who seemed to be the leader of the team, approached Hajin and his bundled master.

"Good job," the woman said calmly, placing her hand over the blanket. "We’ll take care of her, Sir."

Hajin was frowning, feeling reluctant even though he knew they were there to help her master. This happened when he couldn’t be with Sarah for just half an hour, but hell...he couldn’t even trust himself completely after this.

Biting his lower lip hard, he reluctantly let go of his master in the end. Three nurses immediately took her, flashing an understanding smile at Hajin as he was shuffling away from the bed. He watched without blinking as they gave Sarah an injection, and her whining tapered out into nothingness.

Hajin heard his own stuttered breath as his back touched the cold wall. "Is it...safe?"

"It’s okay, they are used to it," Daniel told him.

The lead doctor told them dryly. "We’ll put her on IV to disintegrate the substance."

"Alright," Daniel nodded in place of Hajin, who looked absolutely distraught.

The man was looking at his trembling hands, eyes still wide and shaking. Eyes that spewed all kinds of curses toward himself for his inability to control himself.

At least, that should be it; that should be what he was thinking.

And yet, his stupid mind was invaded by a weird feeling of...deja vu. As if he had done this before, experiencing it before.

It wasn’t the feel of holding Sarah while she was drunk--which had happened once before. Something more. The kiss, the slightly slurred out speech, and the daze stare of hazy obsidian...

I don’t think...I can do it while sober

What a cute request, Princess

SLAP!

Daniel and the medical personnel flinched slightly at the loud sound coming from the corner of the room, as Hajin slapped his cheek so hard it almost left a bruise. The sound rang in the room as a testament to how painful it must have been.

No--Hajin lowered his head and scowled. Stop having useless thoughts.

The doctor cleared her throat and snapped her fingers so the team could refocus and continued with the treatment. Daniel glanced at the man who was doing a harsh battle with himself, feeling intrigued.

He didn’t know Sarah’s whole situation, only that Song Yonghwa decided to have her under his wings and that she was going against her family--something he needed to know to help her going forward, as a proxy of his uncle.

Thus, he also knew Hajin used to work for Aegis and initially thought Hajin was someone Song Yonghwa sent to assist the girl. Looking at the man’s condition, however...he wondered what their relationship was. Hajin surely did not look like he was just another bodyguard, and the fact that Sarah told him to call for Hajin above anyone else...

Hmm...perhaps he could entrust the information to this man.

"Good job on holding back," Daniel said quietly while watching the medical personnel.

Hajin responded with a piercing glare that Daniel could feel even without turning his head toward the bodyguard. "Isn’t this place supposed to be yours?"

"Yeah," Daniel sighed. He couldn’t even feel offended at the sharp tone full of accusation. "I took care of the bartender already, and..."

He signaled to his assistant, who quickly handed him a neat folder. "Here,"

Hajin snatched the folder and opened it, reading the document with cold eyes blazing in fury.

"The ones who are involved in this," Daniel said.

He did not just stand around while waiting for the medical personnel, sending a dedicated team to investigate right away. It was only a short time, so other than detaining the bartender who gave Sarah the last drink, he could only determine the perpetrators and collect their information.

Glancing at the murderous intent those grey eyes emanated, Daniel took a deep breath and pushed down the shiver on his spine.

"Don’t touch the brothers," he said sternly. "They are her prey."

Hajin clutched the document as he looked at the sleeping girl on the bed. He, too, took a deep breath to settle his fury. More than anytime, he needed to be calm at that moment.

"A nurse will be here, and I’ll put some guards," Daniel gave him the last incentive. "Women."

With that reassurance, Hajin grabbed his leather jacket and left the room.

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