Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 80 - 79. Warm Cradle

Chapter 80: Chapter 79. Warm Cradle

Once, just once, Sarah had gone to an amusement park out of curiosity, alone. It was filled with crowds and she felt rather suffocated, so she decided to get on just one ride.

Naturally, she chose the most famous one: the roller coaster.

It was weird. As the ride climbed slowly to the peak, her body reacted to curiosity and anticipation, her heart pounding loudly as her vision was filled with the blue sky. When she finally reached the peak, there was a second or two of pause, as if the machine had shown her mercy, before plunging her down to the thrill of gravity.

At that moment, she felt like flying. Like her soul left her body for a moment. She did not scream--could not--for her mind was too focused on the new sensation of blood rushing and tingles crawling everywhere. Before she could digest that sensation, there was another climb that let her breathe before plunging her heart to the depth of her stomach once again.

She was dazed, she was stunned, and only on the last plunge did she scream like the others, as if her mind finally caught up with her body. Or was it the other way around? Sarah had no idea.

It was thrilling. If it wasn’t for the crowd and the long queue--or the way her legs were shaking--she wouldn’t mind going again.

For Sarah, sex was like that. At least, her first time. Even down to the lingering adrenaline and leftover excitement later.

She felt it deep in her bones, both the satisfaction of fulfilled expectations and the exhaustion that came after. She recalled looking at her own flushed face and the faces of the people after the ride.

She saw the same expression on the man above her, the same excitement and satisfaction. Flushed cheeks and a blissful smile she had never seen before. Almost dazed, almost loopy, and he looked even more charming than usual.

Ah...Sarah thought she was truly screwed.

Ironically, Sarah had a feeling that Hajin wouldn’t show any excitement if he rode a roller coaster. Probably just felt like he was riding a faster motorcycle. He did fly toward a moving truck, after all.

And it made Sarah curious.

"Hey," she narrowed her eyes as Hajin’s expression gradually shifted to his usual--that cheeky, aloof demeanor like someone who already figured himself out. "Are you always this expressive during sex?"

Hajin blinked, as if he had no idea he was ’expressive’ at all. "I don’t know," he tilted his head.

At the genuine surprise, Sarah got even more curious. "What? Your partners never told you?"

"Well, Princess..." Hajin moved his hips, pulling out of the girl slowly that she couldn’t help but yelp and moan at the same time. "That sounded like something one would say during pillow talk."

Sarah bit her lips at the weird sensation of being empty, but she focused on what the man was saying. "You never had one?"

"No," Hajin shrugged. "I never stayed long enough."

"Jerk?" Sarah looked at the man incredulously.

Hajin laughed. "If I did, they’d want me to stay even longer."

"Narcissistic much?"

Again, Hajin laughed while throwing the condom away and cleaned himself more with tissues. "What can I say? It happened before."

And while he couldn’t see what he looked like during sex--never had a chance doing it in front of a mirror yet--Hajin doubted he made whatever face he was making while doing it with Sarah.

It was different from the start, be it the lust or the yearning. He had never chased someone before, or been so patient with himself. People came after him without him needing to actively seduce them, begged for his body. He was the one being yearned for.

But Sarah was his owner, and the ecstasy he felt from holding her bested any sex or battle he had tasted before.

"Hmm..." the source of that ecstasy pursed her lips dubiously. "So, you just left?"

"Pretty much," Hajin took more tissues and returned to the bed, gently wiping the girl who was gasping and biting her cheek in embarrassment. "I told them upfront, so that should be a fair game, right?"

"How would I know?" Sarah grumbled in response.

"Well, you were the one who said it was only tonight, Princess," Hajin smirked and lowered his voice into a whisper while leaning toward her ear. "Will you throw me away after using my body once?"

"Shut up!" Sarah smacked the man lightly--or rather, pushed him back--and glared. "Maybe I should do that so you can understand how those women felt."

"Aww~" Hajin chuckled while stepping off the bed. "So you do think of using my body again."

This time, a pillow flew away. "Your mouth!"

Hajin dodged toward the bathroom while laughing. "Why? Am I wrong?"

Sarah rubbed her feet under the blanket. Even she couldn’t bring herself to lie about this one. "I told you it depends on how you behave," she grumbled again.

"But I behave nicely, ain’t I?" Hajin winked before disappearing into the bathroom.

As the sound of water could be heard, Sarah sighed in acceptance. Yeah...he was truly behaving exceptionally, wiping her and all. He was being gentle, stopping when she told him to wait, and even though her head was a bit muddled in the middle, Sarah could tell that Hajin was being very careful with her.

And that was besides the result of the experience itself. It was annoying, but Sarah had to admit it was way better than playing with her own fingers.

With a sigh--half in satisfaction and half in irritation--Sarah shifted toward the edge of the bed, only to stop and wince at the slight burn between her legs.

"Still sting?" Hajin asked, already returned from the bathroom.

"Ugh...a bit?"

It wasn’t bad, but she did feel she was swollen down there. A bit tense, and her legs and hips were sore where Hajin had grabbed her earlier.

"Well, it’s your first," Hajin glanced at the small red stain on the sheet, which sent Sarah into a blushing mess as she groaned. Hajin chuckled and scooped the girl up in his arms. "I’ll change it later."

Sarah gasped and quickly held onto Hajin’s shoulder. "...what are you doing?"

"Taking you to the bath," the man replied nonchalantly.

"I know that, but I can walk," Sarah narrowed her eyes.

"I know," Hajin curled his lips, and received a smack from Sarah. That only made him laugh and held the girl tighter, relishing the sense of relief that Sarah did not act awkward or tell him that they should forget that night completely.

And while she grumbled, Sarah did not jump out of Hajin’s arms or order him to put her down. Perhaps she got used to being naked in front of the man, or the feel of their bare skin touching. It even felt natural having him put her inside the bathtub, making her wonder if he also did it in the previous timeline.

Sarah sighed in contentment as she leaned back, savoring the hot water with the relaxing scent from the hissing bath bomb. As annoying as he was, the man was also excellent at what he did.

"Hmm..." Sarah opened her eyes to observe Hajin, who finally had a chance to stay in the bathroom with her. Strangely though, he only stayed beside the tub, watching the water silently. Recalling the way he was very careful to not touch the water when lowering her to the tub earlier, a mischievous thought flashed in her mind. "Why aren’t you coming inside?"

Hajin paused and stiffened, shifting his gaze from the water to Sarah.

"You don’t want to take a bath with me?" Sarah leaned on the side of the tub and tilted her head, blinking slowly with big, round eyes. Almost made him twitch down there.

Oh...his princess was truly a devious mink.

Hajin looked at the water, and then at his princess, before shifting back to the water. He had been preparing Sarah’s bath a lot of times, but he still had no idea how a human could stand that temperature--which, for him, was only a shy away from boiling.

But when else could he do this? When else would Sarah allow him this? Hajin had no idea, so he stood up and plunged into the scalding water before his resolve could wane. Sarah arched her brow as the man was instantly red all over, as if the water was boiling him.

Perhaps it was.

Pfft--Sarah laughed in satisfaction; it reminded her of the ufo-catcher situation earlier, and how Hajin was still a human with imperfection.

"I thought you were a top agent, Mister Jin."

"I was specialized in colder regions, Ma’am."

Sarah laughed again at the man’s deep frown. He was stubborn and tenacious in a strange place. But, well...a good puppy deserved a reward.

Sarah smiled and shifted toward Hajin, the water split as she shuffled between the man’s legs and turned around, leaning against the reddened chest.

Hajin stared at the girl with widened eyes. "Seul-ah?"

Sarah looked up, curling her lips. "Why? You don’t like it?"

Hajin immediately wrapped his arms around her figure, caging the girl tightly before she could change her mind. "Is this because I behave nicely?"

"Just a bit..."

Hajin chuckled and leaned his cheek on the red hair. "Ah...it’s bearable now."

He thought even lava would be bearable if he had his princess in his arms. Sarah hummed and for a while, they just stayed like that, within the quiet and the steaming warmth.

"How is it?" Hajin murmured behind Sarah’s ear. "Do you think we went all the way back then?"

"...yeah," Sarah leaned her head against the broad shoulder. "Yeah, I think so. After all, I didn’t remember anything, so it must be because I made myself so drunk."

"Humm..." Hajin rubbed the girl’s fingers, stealing a kiss along her inked shoulder. "That means I took both of your first times?"

Sarah blinked, back straightened up in realization. "Oh..."

"You said you only found out about what that bastard did before they shot you, right?" Hajin recalled what she told him after her panic attack on the bed. "It means the recording happened not long before you were shot."

"That...should be the case," Sarah nodded.

That woman wouldn’t have enough patience to wait for long, and it didn’t seem like the recording was made by Mason--which meant it only happened after they got married and she had access to the mansion. That marriage happened only a few months before her death, so...

Hajin held the girl a bit tighter, stroking her upper arms. "Will you be angry if I say I’m glad?" he whispered closely. "I’m glad that he wasn’t your first."

Sarah felt her heart tremble. A warm sensation washed over her whole body, even warmer than the water surrounding them. The arms wrapped tightly around her, rather than a cage, felt like a cradle.

Sarah leaned back, curling inside that cradle. "I’m not...angry," she whispered back.

And she was glad. She was truly, truly glad.