Beast, Blue Blood - Chapter 110 - Slight R19

Chapter 110

“MCTC is preparing for the operation.”

Si-woo replied, and a silence fell. Finally, Ha-yeon spoke up.  

“Go out.”  

Si-woo stood up and approached the door. Just as the door was about to open, Ha-yeon muttered from behind.  

“I knew there was something off about my messed-up personality.”  

When Si-woo turned back, Ha-yeon was gazing out the window.  

“I… trusted her. As a friend.”  

Her voice trembled.  

Si-woo knelt beside Ha-yeon and pressed a desperate kiss to her hand, whispering.  

“I’m sorry, miss.”  

Ha-yeon didn’t pull her hand away.  

“I know. It would’ve been best to keep someone who wouldn’t seem out of place by my side, as a friend, to protect me. With my body like this, who can I blame? I shouldn’t have been born for everyone’s sake.”  

“Miss.”  

Si-woo knelt with one knee on the ground, holding her hand tightly.  

“Please forgive me.”  

He thought it was an apology for a$signing Myung-jin as her bodyguard. But then Si-woo continued.  

“But ever since you were kidnapped when you were younger, I made a vow. I will never let you go through that again.”  

It wasn’t that there hadn’t been forces trying to kidnap Ha-yeon or Hisha since that day. Especially those targeting Ha-yeon, who seemed weaker externally than Hisha, were endless.  

But Ha-yeon had no idea. The reason she and Hisha were completely unaware of such threats was that Si-woo had been vigilant.  

Ha-yeon gritted her teeth.  

“I don’t want overprotection.”  

“It’s not overprotection.”  

Si-woo a$serted.  

“This is all I can do.”  

At that moment, Ha-yeon felt the strength leaving her body.  

Si-woo wasn’t just making money while running ISLE. He was creating a haven where they could live in peace.  

Ha-yeon mumbled, looking at the floor.  

“I’m such a nuisance.”  

Si-woo took her hand and brought it to his lips. Then, in a voice so low it could barely be heard, he whispered, as if to say that a person burning with pa$sion wouldn’t make such a face. 

“You can be as much of a nuisance as you want. Just stay safe.”  

Ha-yeon hugged Si-woo.  

She had always received this kind of love. She hadn’t realized it. Si-woo had always been there, loving her.

* * *

Sitting at the table, Ha-yeon was poking at her pasta when she looked at the clock on the wall. Given the unsafe situation, they decided to stay at Si-woo’s house.  

She was barely eating when the sound of the front door opening echoed, and Si-woo, dressed in a suit, walked in.  

“Miss.”  

Ha-yeon hurriedly looked at him and asked.

“How’s the operation?”  

She knew that MCTC’s special forces were currently carrying out a mission to rescue Myung-jin.  

“It should be over soon.”  

Unless something happens.  

Not wanting to make her anxious, Si-woo didn’t add anything more. She knew all operations had variables, but still, as a friend, it wouldn’t be something she could think about rationally.

Si-woo looked at the bowl that Ha-yeon had left half-eaten.

“Please eat a bit more.”  

Ha-yeon shook her head.  

“I can’t.”  

Silence hung in the air.  

Although she wasn’t angry like before, Ha-yeon had been unusually quiet over the past two days. She showed signs of slight melancholy.  

Si-woo lifted the bowl and offered her a spoonful. Ha-yeon glanced at it for a moment and accepted it without protest.  

Just as she finished almost all of it and was taking a sip of water, the phone rang. On the other end, Jerome spoke.

[We’ve successfully rescued her.]  

Ha-yeon let out a breath she had been holding since Jerome called, and Si-woo asked. 

“What’s her condition?”  

[There are some minor injuries, but they’re not serious.]  

A bit of tension eased from Si-woo’s body.  

“Thank you for your hard work.”  

At that moment, Ha-yeon turned away and went into her room. Seeing her like that, Si-woo got up, followed her, and ended the call.  

“Let me know if you get any other news.”  

Si-woo entered the room.  

“Miss…”  

Suddenly, Ha-yeon pulled him in and kissed him. It was unexpected, but Si-woo embraced her and returned the kiss.  

Ha-yeon pushed him down onto the bed. Then she climbed on top and wrapped the loosened tie around his neck.  

“Miss…”  

He tried to speak, but he could already feel it tightening slightly around his throat.  

“Don’t move.”  

Ha-yeon sat on his hips and threw her T-shirt aside.  

“If you move, it’ll get tighter.”  

“Why…”  

Si-woo was genuinely taken aback. It was sudden, and he had no idea what was happening.  

“Don’t think my anger is gone just because of this. You lied to me in the end. You said you wouldn’t a$sign a bodyguard, that you wouldn’t investigate.”  

With that, she grabbed his dress shirt and almost tore it open with force.  

“I need something to help me relax. I need adrenaline. So, I’m going to use you.”  

His hands were free, so he could have easily stopped Ha-yeon, but there was no reason to do so. If she could relieve her tension by using him, he would gladly let her do so.  

Ha-yeon traced her hand from his chest down to his abdomen. Si-woo gripped the bed frame tightly. The way she had tied the tie was such that if he tried to move, it would tighten little by little. While it wasn’t a significant issue, he had no choice but to watch her actions.  

Ha-yeon licked his hard abdomen for a while and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants as if to rip the buckle off. Seemingly excited, she inhaled deeply, her hot breath brushing against the bulge above his underwear.  

It was agonizingly painful yet ecstatic, making Si-woo grit his teeth.  

“Miss…”  

Ha-yeon stood up, panting, and removed his pants before climbing back on top of him. She moved like a lioness a$sessing her prey. Then she pressed herself against him and sank deeply.  

Si-woo clenched his jaw tightly. Ha-yeon was overwhelmingly hot.

Ha-yeon untied his tie from the bed frame and rolled it in her hand. Then, like a tamer in control of an intestinal tract, she commanded.

“Move.”

Si-woo pulled her up from the bottom.

“Yes……!”

Ha-yeon let out a grunt of satisfaction.

He bit her n*pple, digging into the only bra she was still wearing. Ha-yeon let out a long, sharp moan as she pulled at his tie, making Si-woo feel breathless now, but she didn’t care. He grabbed her small hips and moved roughly, and Ha-yeon took him in a trance.

The friction of their gazes seemed to set off sparks. Ha-yeon tugged at his tie like she was tightening the reins of a horse, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was as if she had swallowed fire, not tongue. The sensation set her stomach on fire.

Si-woo swallowed her bursting red lips in one bite and thrust hard into the nearly convulsing woman.

Gradually, her grip on his tie loosened, and before she knew it, she was lying on her back, almost helplessly accepting him, hot and fiery as the fire that burned inside her. Her thighs were spread wide enough to pull her legs apart, but she couldn’t come because Si-woo was in the middle of them.

She was like a white, fluffy whipped cream cake, and he swirled her around like a whipped cream cake. Ha-yeon’s hair was disheveled, like the cream cake’s fluffy puddles on the sheet.

Her breath rushed in as she tugged at his tie to free it. Her lungs expanded, gobbling up oxygen, sending her athleticism soaring vertically.

Si-woo was all over her, and Ha-yeon couldn’t think of anything else. Adrenaline rushed through her, and her ragged breathing exploded like fireworks.

The eyes staring down at her, shadowed by the light, flashed with life. The eyes of a predator. Suddenly, she was being eaten. By this beast.

This was an intruder in her velvety v*gina. Tearing through her delicate flesh to get inside and plant his seeds. He’s giving her this distracting pl*asure so she won’t realize his sinister intentions.

And as if on cue, the seeds burst inside.

Ha-yeon craned her neck and tore at the sheets.

* * *

Ha-yeon’s door opened and Si-woo walked out. Jerome, who had been wandering around the house looking for him and not seeing him, turned around in surprise.

“CEO, where have you been…….”

Jerome stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Si-woo.

“Did you get hit by the lady?”

He had his shirt open, but the b*ttons were popping off, exposing almost his stomach.

There were reddish marks around his neck, as if he’d been pinched with something, and his hair, though roughly combed, was disheveled, unlike when they’d seen it earlier at the office.

It looked like they’d been in a fight, but there was no way Si-woo could have fought with Ha-yeon, and the only logical conclusion was that Si-woo was right.

“No.”

Si-woo brushed a stray strand of side hair out of his face and walked past Jerome. Jerome looked back at Si-woo and asked.

“Where is she?”

“She’s sleeping.”

He heard there was already a loud noise about the bodyguard issue… Jerome, who was anxiously looking in the direction where Si-woo had disappeared, suddenly realized something and swallowed a gasp. Then he covered his mouth and muttered.

“Surprisingly intense play…”

* * *

In the mirror, the marks on his neck quickly faded. But he could still feel the tie strangling his throat.

No matter how he looked, he couldn’t figure out where this woman had come from.

Somehow, he felt certain that he would be Ha-yeon’s slave for the rest of his life- not so much a desire to be, but more of a premonition that he would be. Even if she abandoned him, he wouldn’t be able to leave her. They were already so entangled that he wondered if there would ever come a day when he would be happy to be her dog.

The scariest thing about this situation was that it didn’t seem so bad. As long as she could be by his side.

Si-woo ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

‘Maybe I should have been born a deer.’

* * *

Ha-yeon opened her both eyes. The room was quiet in the dimly lit light. She must have fallen asleep the same way she did last night.

When she got up and went outside, Si-woo looked up from his cooking and asked.

“Are you awake?”