Living with an Ex-Husband - Chapter 8. You have to undress to wash

Chapter 8. “You have to undress to wash.”

Suddenly, as Eunchae’s body touched Lee Joon’s, she was startled and her eyes widened in surprise. When their eyes met, her eyelids trembled slightly.

Eunchae couldn’t move at all under his intense gaze. Although the room was mostly dark, except for the dim light from a mood lamp, she could see Lee Joon’s deep, dark eyes. It felt like a pitch-black ocean was about to swallow her whole.

“Was it that kind of atmosphere?”

Eunchae stared blankly at Lee Joon, caught off guard by the unexpected question. Not knowing how to answer, she remained silent and Lee Joon smiled slightly as he clarified.

“When you were reading a book in the attic.”

“No, it wasn’t like this at all. It’s too… dark.”

At Eunchae’s response, Lee Joon’s lips curved slightly.

“That sounds innocent.”

Then he gently cupped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her face closer to his. Despite his calm, almost emotionless expression, there was a hint of desire in the way he looked at her.

Eunchae’s face flushed as she realized what Lee Joon wanted.

“We… need to have dinner,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she lowered her gaze.

“We still have time,” he replied.

He smiled lazily as he moved his face even closer. His steady breath touched Eunchae’s face, clinging to her skin. The air around them heated quickly, filled with a sense of sexual tension.

Eunchae’s breathing became unstable and her mouth went dry. She licked her dry lips and looked up to meet Lee Joon’s eyes. His eyes moved slowly down her face, unmistakably lingering and suggestive.

“Yoon Eunchae, why are you never honest with yourself?”

A smug smile played on Lee Joon’s lips. As he held her eyes and touched his lips lightly to hers, she shivered and let out a soft moan.

“Deep down, you coil your desires tightly, pretending to hide them.”

“No…”

Before she could fully express her denial, Lee Joon captured Eunchae’s lips. While holding her chin, his hot tongue pushed its way into her open mouth.

“Mmph…”

Lee Joon’s tongue moved boldly, intertwining with hers in a sensual dance. Unable to handle the intensity and heat, Eunchae’s upper body leaned back. He supported her waist firmly and continued the kiss.

As their lips parted slightly, a breathy moan escaped. Their tongues intertwined, moving back and forth between their mouths, causing their cheeks to puff out and then hollow repeatedly.

After a moment, when Lee Joon finally released her lips, Eunchae gasped for air, breathing heavily.

“Haah… haah…”

Her face turned red as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.

“And you still say you’re not interested?”

Lee Joon lazily curled his lips into a smile as he rubbed his thumb over Eunchae’s swollen lips, which were swollen from being bitten. When Eunchae couldn’t say anything and lowered her head, he gently cupped her face.

Slowly tilting his head, Lee Joon looked down at Eunchae’s hand gripping his shirt.

“Take it off for me.”

“What?” she replied, surprised. At his commanding request, Eunchae’s eyes wavered, unsure where to look.

“You have to take it off to shower, right?”

“But…” she hesitated.

Eunchae bit her lip in discomfort, unsure of how to respond. She could no longer use the excuse of being late for dinner. As she hesitated, Lee Joon teased her with a mischievous smile.

“If you keep hesitating, it’ll take even longer.”

“Haah…” she sighed.

Despite her reluctance, Eunchae couldn’t refuse. With a sigh, she began to unbutton his shirt with trembling fingers.

As she undid each button, the shirt gradually opened to reveal his well-defined, muscular chest. Watching his sensual body, Eunchae’s nipple slowly rose and fell, catching her breath at the sight.

Lee Joon leaned casually against the edge of the cabinet, his gaze on Eunchae filled with greed. As she tried to untuck his shirt and unbutton it, his dry voice suddenly interrupted, dropping like a command over her.

“Undo the belt buckle.”

Eunchae’s eyes widened as she looked up at his face. Despite his expressionless demeanor, his eyes sparkled with desire.

“Hurry up,” he urged.

Even though his command was calm and low, it carried an undeniable power that Eunchae couldn’t resist. Her nerves were on edge and her body became more sensitive. She took a deep breath and noticed the bulge in the front of his pants.

Eunchae felt her strength suddenly leave her. His body was excited, yet Lee Joon’s face remained unusually emotionless.

The problem was that this contrast excited Eunchae, causing her heart to race.

“Ten minutes have passed.”

Prompted by Lee Joon, who checked his watch, Eunchae resumed her actions. As she unzipped his pants, Lee Joon suddenly grabbed her wrists, turned her around, and pinned her against the wall.

The moment her back hit the wall, Lee Joon pressed his lips to hers. Eunchae’s eyes widened in surprise. He was right – she had always wanted Lee Joon, her body betrayed her with endless longing for him.

“I am always honest with both my body and my words,” he said.

Lee Joon released her lips and smiled faintly. He pushed up her soft blouse and bra, then took her still-soft n*pple into his mouth.

“Mmm…”

Eunchae tilted her head back, a moan escaping her lips in response to the stimulation. As he teased her with his tongue and lightly grazed her with his teeth, her n*pple gradually hardened, sending a tingling pleasure through her.

Eunchae was so caught up in their rough kiss that she forgot she had accidentally hurt Lee Joon’s lip. His rock-hard thigh pushed between her legs, pressing firmly.

“Ahh…!” she gasped in response.

The intense pressure made Eunchae arch her back and tense her toes. A deep warmth spread through her as her lower abdomen tightened.

“S-stop…” she murmured.

Despite Eunchae’s desperate pleas, Lee Joon didn’t stop. Instead, he intensified his rough and wild touches, heightening her sensations.

He slipped his hand under her white skirt, which reached down to her ankles. As he stroked her thigh, he quickly pulled the skirt off, undressing her in an instant.

As the cold air suddenly rushed in, Eunchae instinctively tried to close her legs. But Lee Joon didn’t allow even that, swiftly pushing himself inside her.

“Ahh…!”

The intense force from below surged through her, causing a sharp cry to escape her lips. As Lee Joon thrust upward, Eunchae’s body moved up and down in rhythm with his motions.

Eunchae’s vision blurred as she became overwhelmed with pleasure. A familiar wave of ecstasy tingled down her spine. The intense, instinctive movements of Lee Joon, as he pushed in and pulled out, made her lower body ache.

“Breathe, Yoon Eunchae,” he reminded her.

Lee Joon paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto Eunchae’s. His eyes were flushed with excitement.

“Go a bit slower…” she pleaded softly, her hands still held firmly by him.

“You said we didn’t have time,” he reminded her.

Lee Joon ignored her request and thrust his hips again. Eunchae’s blurred vision shook as violently as his movements.

Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she moaned in pleasure. Lee Joon released her hands and grabbed her chin, steadying her as she panted. He gently licked the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stared intently at her disheveled face.

“Seeing you like this…”

Lee Joon paused in mid-sentence and turned his head slightly, his eyes briefly settling on the mood light, now darkened and dangerous.

His eyes, once filled with desire, sharpened with intensity. After glaring fiercely at the light, he turned back to face Eunchae, staring into her tear-filled eyes.

As Lee Joon tilted his head and kissed her gently, Eunchae’s eyelids fluttered. He was always like this. Even when it seemed like he was purely driven by instinct, he would still kiss her tenderly and touch her with care, just like now.

And so… she couldn’t let go of the foolish hope that one day he would truly see her. Like a sunflower, she couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him.

Their bodies moved together intensely, filling the dressing room with the sound of moans and sobs.

As Lee Joon drove into her with powerful thrusts, he suddenly pulled Eunchae close, his body trembling. He buried his face in her neck, letting out a suppressed groan.

Lee Joon’s heart was beating fast. Eunchae liked the feeling so she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and closed her eyes. As she caught her breath and savored the lingering sensation, her gaze wandered across the darkened ceiling of the dressing room.

“Sigh…”

As Lee Joon pulled away, something warm flowed between Eunchae’s legs, leaving her with mixed feelings. Lee Joon rarely used protection, only being careful on her ovulation days – or he would simply avoid those days altogether.

A sudden wave of emptiness washed over Eunchae, making her feel lonely and desolate. She knew what this meant, but she tried to ignore it, just as she was doing now.

“Go wash up and head back to the main house.”

Even though Eunchae insisted that she was fine, Lee Joon insisted on dressing her himself.

“Okay,” she replied softly.

Embarrassment and shame colored not just her face but also her neck a deep red.

Lee Joon tidied up with a detached expression while Eunchae hurried out of the dressing room and quickly made her way to the main house.

Thankfully, they weren’t late for dinner. Despite being aware of Mrs. Kang’s lingering gaze, Eunchae managed to remain calm and composed.

But inside, she was extremely tense. Mrs. Kang’s look was subtly different from the usual. It wasn’t the usual critical look looking for mistakes, but the look of a calm observer.

This made Eunchae even more uncomfortable. It was more disturbing than harsh words or criticism. It filled her with an inexplicable fear.

‘Maybe it would be easier to just listen to her usual nagging,’ she thought.

Feeling sorry for herself, Eunchae forced down a bitter smile. The uncomfortable dinner left her with indigestion, and it wasn’t until she took two antacid pills that she was able to finally try to sleep.

Yet, she still felt a tightness in her chest, as if something heavy was weighing her down, pressing against her heart like a stone.

***

Mrs. Khang also couldn’t sleep until late at night. She sat on the living room sofa, replaying what Seohyun had said in her mind.

“Mother, I saw Lee Joon at the hotel yesterday. He was going into a room with a woman.”

A slight frown formed on Mrs. Kang’s forehead. She crossed her arms and shifted her crossed legs, deep in thought for a long time.

“A woman, huh…” she muttered.

Mrs. Khang’s eyes narrowed as she muttered to herself. A moment later, she picked up her phone from the table and dialed a number.

[“Yes, ma’am,”] the person on the other end answered politely.

With a cold look in her eyes, Mrs. Kang gave an order.

“Put someone on Lee Joon’s tail. I want detailed reports on where he goes and who he meets.”

[“Understood.”]

“Make sure he doesn’t find out. Got it?”

[“I’ll make sure of it, ma’am.”]

After the person on the other end answered firmly and hung up, Mrs. Kang stood up and headed to her bedroom.

“If things go well… this could be a good opportunity.”

As she walked softly, a sly smile spread across her lips.