CHAPTER 281: HE HAD THIS RAGE IN HIS EYES

During breakfast the next morning... Oh, wait, I haven’t talked about what happened after we kissed. My bad.

So, the kiss went on for longer than I expected, our tongues rolling over each other and exploring the inside of each other’s mouths.

It was refreshing. Something minty and spicy. Do those two mix? I don’t know but that’s the taste I got from his mouth and the feeling that fell on my skin.

Hm, was it just what we had for dinner?

No, it was the scent of his Pheromones. A red flame ready to engulf me, carrying a spicy taste and oddly, a minty one as well. I think that minty taste had to do with spices. Herbs, you know.

But enough with that.

I gripped Seo-Jun hard until he finally let me pull away, panting as the pressure from not just the kiss but his Pheromones made my knees go weak.

"You’re getting better at this." He said to me, his voice barely above a whisper. "What? Getting lots of practice?"

"You could say that," I said, mindlessly as I covered my lips with my hand. "Anyway, it’s done," I said, and wanted to take a step back, but my weak knees humiliated me, and I stumbled, nearly falling, but he caught me.

"Whoa, there." He smirked. "What? You got weak knees already?"

"S-shut up." I blushed, embarrassed. "It’s not like that," I said but he laughed.

"Sure, sure." He said and suddenly swooped me off my feet, taking me to the bed.

He placed me down and then scuffled my hair, laughing.

"Just sit here and catch your breath. I’ll be right back." He said and turned around.

I sat there with a flushed face, my legs pressed together and my lips twisted. My heart was racing.

I was hard.

Did he notice it? I hope he didn’t.

Since he was gone, I was sure I’d be able to take care of it before he returned so I hurried to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Seo-Jun stepped out of the room, laughing to himself as he recalled my reaction, and then raised his head to find Min-Cheol standing a few feet away.

He had this rage in his eyes. A bitter rage.

Seo-Jun saw this and rolled his eyes away, pretending he didn’t care. He didn’t have the time to take care of a kid’s whimsical jealousy anyway.

And Min-Cheol, who couldn’t even act on his rage, simply stood there, his eyes blazing, biting his lips, and clenching his fists.

He watched Seo-Jun walk away and then palmed his face. He felt really pathetic.

Did he really want to start a fight after I asked him to go get some sleep?

He didn’t want to but this hatred... It was controlling him.

He swiftly turned around and headed back to his room. Just thinking about it would only keep getting him angrier.

There’s a saying, if you can’t contain the rage, then just walk away with it before you end up hurting those you don’t want to hurt.

For fear of actually doing something that I would get upset about, he decided to walk away, bottling his rage.

I wish he could at least scream into a pillow or something. That helps at times. If he bottles the rage too much, it might actually come back to harm him.

Not knowing about all this going on outside my door, I walked out of the bathroom while cleaning my hands with a towel and sighing in relief.

I had finally gotten rid of my erection. That would’ve been bad if Seo-Jun had noticed.

"But..." I looked up. "Isn’t he back yet?"

I spent quite some time in the bathroom and thought he might’ve returned. I feared he would peep at me in the bathroom.

Thinking about that, I shuddered. How could I entertain such thoughts?

I was the pervert here.

Well, since he wasn’t back, I should just get into bed and wait for him.

I wore my night shirt and a pair of shorts, climbing the bed with heavy eyelids.

I was exhausted.

What time was it?

I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I was alone on that big bed but not for long. Seo-Jun would be back and...

Without realizing it, my eyes slowly closed and I drifted into dreamworld.

I had no idea when Seo-Jun walked back into my room, but I felt his warm arms wrapped around me, and instead of opening my eyes, I sank into them. Such a cozy embrace.

"You’re so defenseless." I heard his voice but couldn’t even bring myself to think of what he might mean.

All that mattered was my sleep, to be honest, and I was ready to drift to the ends of the world until my body felt revived again.

Seo-Jun watched me as I slept, holding his arms around my body, and how I wheezed softly, letting down all my guard, all my walls, and just being... Well, me.

He pressed his lips on my cheek, very close to my ear, and then brushed his lips over my ear, whispering,

"You make it so hard to feel relaxed like this." I didn’t hear that, though. I was deep in sleep. "How did they all do it?" He wondered out loud and then pushed his head back, his lower half doing things he did not approve of.

He was even more curious about how the rest of my masters were able to spend several nights with me and not touch me even once.

Maybe it was because he was the lunatic who couldn’t contain his sexual urges that he was finding it hard to stay calm while I slept in his arms.

He wanted to have sex.

To be precise, he wanted to have sex with me.

But whatever he was feeling, that strong urge, he’d have to contain it through whatever means he could because he knew it was too soon.

And because it was too soon, he was bound to hurt me. Even if he didn’t want to, it would inevitably end up that way. He knew himself best.

He kissed the back of my neck and held me tighter.

"Just what do I do with you?" He mumbled and then shut his eyes, closing off whatever desire was causing his dick to act out.