Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 78 - 77. Threading The Present (M)

Chapter 78: Chapter 77. Threading The Present (M)

Hajin took it slowly, truly slowly. The slowest he ever did with anyone.

He savored the kiss, every little tremble of the lips, and how the fingers tracing his figure jolted a little bit when his tongue grazed her palate. It was bliss, more so because he knew it was only temporary.

Just for one night, she said.

Hajin had every confidence of making the woman he slept with beg for next time, but not with this one. His master, his princess, his goddess; the one chasing away his nightmares, was a delicate piece of art. Her mind and soul were made of glass, to be handled with care and all of his heart.

So he savored it, every kiss and touch, moving carefully so she wouldn’t get startled by his weight. He held her nape, fingers gently hovering over her pulse to check her condition, listening to her breathing closely, even while they were stealing each other’s breath.

Thankfully, Sarah didn’t get into another panic attack. She was trembling and shuddering a lot when he started to slip his hand beneath her shirt, stroking her bare waist; but she let out a sigh instead of a choked gasp, never once pulling away from his touch.

At least, until she felt the bulge pressing between her thighs and gasped in surprise. Hajin pulled away slightly to observe the girl, who was staring wide-eyed at their crotch--his, to be exact. She didn’t look scared or panicked, however, with her cheeks bashfully flushed red and her throat swallowing in response. Rather than apprehension, it was more of a maiden reaction to--

Huh...

Hajin widened his eyes as his brain spurred into realization. If Sarah had her trauma triggered the moment someone pinned her to bed, how about the times she did it when she was abroad?

The only logical explanation was that it never happened because...she never slept with anyone else, despite her acting like she slept around all the time.

Right. Acting. She had been acting like that. Those rumors, spread by the assistant sent to attend to her and the other diaspora students, were crafted by her.

"Seul-ah," Hajin frowned slightly as he moved his hand from her skin to the sheet beneath them. "You’ve never done this before, haven’t you?"

The answer came through the biting of her lips. "Well..." she looked sideways in embarrassment. "Those were paid actors...kind of."

Yonghwa’s people arranged them, and Sarah would pay them to spend a few hours or the whole night just doing whatever in the room--except touching her--while she was working on the stock market and her investigation.

Hajin pulled back, taking a deep, restraining breath. "Oh, Princess..."

"W-what?" Sarah widened her eyes, and widened them even more when Hajin returned to hover over her, eyes deep and a reminiscence of the Hajin he remembered from the previous timeline.

"Will you be offended if I say I’m happy about this?" the man whispered with a charming smile.

Oh...Sarah gulped and once again felt the hard bulge pressing on her inner thigh. "J-just...be gentle?"

It sounded pathetic and weak, but Sarah truly felt nervous at that time. Hajin had seen her naked, but strangely enough, she never even saw the man’s bare skin--except for his arms. What lay behind the shirt and that hard bulge down there...Sarah felt a mix of fear and excitement about it.

Hajin let out a chuckle, but for some reason, he sounded rather...nervous. He seemed to realize it himself when Sarah looked at him in confusion, and the chuckle turned into a laugh.

"Oh, I haven’t done this in a while," he said while taking off the shirt heavily wrinkled by Sarah’s grip earlier. "But I’ll try."

An exclaim almost slipped past Sarah’s parted lips. Yeah, okay, she knew--she knew that she was screwed. Lust was truly instinctual, and even if she tried to steer her mind as much as possible from that realm, Sarah could not deny the undeniable attraction of the way those muscles moved when the man got rid of his coverage.

And perhaps...perhaps thinking it was only physical lust rather than her heart’s desire would help.

Yeah, it would help.

Sarah took a deep breath as her mind eased. She looked, she stared, she feasted on the bare skin marred with scars from fights. There were some that suspiciously looked like gunshot wounds, but she had no mind to answer.

"Oh..."

She never thought scarred skin could turn her on, but there she was reaching out her fingers to touch every imperfection she could find. Yeah...that person couldn’t have this kind of skin, forged through life’s tribulations. Just by feeling those scars, she could tell that it was her knight holding her, and no one else.

"Like it?" Hajin held the girl’s wrists, leading them to some scars that could only be felt and not seen.

Sarah hummed, and Hajin let the girl explore his skin on her own, making sure she got used to a man’s body. Ah...the way her curious fingers made featherly trails all over his torso--Hajin rocked his hips slightly, standing on his knees and brought Sarah’s lower body up. She gasped in surprise, back arching and fingers clutching the man’s waistband in reflex.

"O-oh..."

Hajin tilted his head slightly, hands firm on Sarah’s hips. "How about it?"

Sarah pressed her lips tight, gathering her wits. Honestly, just feeling the hard shaft through the fabric already filled her with fears. At the same time, she didn’t want to run away from this. She felt like she wouldn’t be able to step away from her nightmare if she pulled away.

So she didn’t pull away. Holding her breath, she unclasped the belt and the button. She was so focused on lowering the zipper that she couldn’t see the way Hajin clenched his jaw hard in self-restraint.

But he managed, all the way until Sarah pulled down the elastic band of his underwear, and his hard-on was twitching between the girl’s fingers. Hajin took a deep, deep breath, leaning his head back to chain his own impulse of stripping her bare, and took her there and then.

Patience, he said. And he was, patiently waiting as the blushing maiden looked at his manhood with dread, curiosity, and unexpected excitement. He could feel her thighs twitch slightly, and it was truly hard to hold back at that point.

"Seul-ah," he whispered, leaning down and making the girl gasp as her hips hiked up. Her fingers, coiling his shaft as if looking for purchase, were sublime. "Princess, may I undress you?"

"Y-yeah..."

The answer came right away, unexpectedly so. It spurred Hajin into action right away, tearing her fingers from his crotch because Hajin could no longer play it slow as he pulled the shirt over her head.

Perhaps because Hajin had seen her naked before, Sarah had not much apprehension about being bare in front of him. But once her pants left her legs, and Hajin made a strained sound like a moan, Sarah couldn’t help but feel it in her body too.

How could she not, when those grey eyes looked at her like they wanted to drink her down? Like she was a glass of fresh water in the middle of a torrid ocean.

Oh, the thrill. It washed away whatever fear she had previously. She wanted to hear Hajin make that sound again. She wondered if the previous timeline’s Hajin also made that kind of voice, or looked at her this way.

Like she mattered. Like she was more than a desire.

"Haa..."

The soft yet heavy exhale touched her lips for a second before it moved to her neck. Hard kisses, pressing down on her pulse with a blazing desire she could feel clearly atop her underwear. And yet, the hands on her waist were trailing up softly, gently, almost feathery, as if he were touching glass.

"Seul-ah..."

The name uttered with restraint sent her stomach coiling in an unknown sensation. A tension that she could feel in her heart and spine, nudging the base of her skull and made her feel all tingly. Sarah found her fingers threading the dark hair sprawled over her chest, and she arched her back as if inviting the man to find a home there.

With that permission, another piece of clothing left Sarah’s body. She bit her lower lip as a whimper was trying to slip through, but a warm tongue on her perking bud lit up something inside her nervous system, and her lips parted involuntarily, turning the escaping whimper into a surprised moan.

It tingled more than a kiss. It tingled so much more.

"Oh--"

Sarah looked down, and met an observing grey eyes. It felt like a mistake because a shiver immediately ran along her spine--the delicious kind. She felt a pang of loss when Hajin stopped lapping on her chest to throw another question.

"What about down there?"

What about them? Sarah almost blurted out in confusion before she felt a tug on her underwear. Oh--she gulped, giving permission with a bashful nod.

Well...they were here already, weren’t they? And...she no longer experienced those painful flashbacks.

The black hair left her chest, trailing kisses over her twitching stomach. His lips hovered above the last fabric, smiling at the slightly wet patch before planting a little kiss there. Sarah jolted at the gesture, almost kicking the man’s back for the tease. But Hajin proceeded to strip her bare, and she lost the chance since the man straightened his back with a heavy breath.

And for the next thirty seconds, it felt like Hajin no longer took any breath. He was staying still, staring at her with unblinking eyes, without moving an inch. Almost looked like a beautiful statue in a high-quality establishment.

"...Hajin?"

"Yeah?"

"What...are you doing?" Sarah asked, feeling awkward from the silence of the pause.

Hajin flicked his gaze to her face, finally blinking. "Admiring the view and exercising self-restraint?" he replied with a wry chuckle.

’"S-stop with the bullshit and just get on with it!" Sarah kicked the man--finally--while pressing her lips in embarrassment.

Hajin let out another chuckle. "What’s the hurry, Princess?" he smiled charmingly. "The night is long."

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