YHTI 09

Chapter: 09

“You should at least use Photoshop in moderation.”

Sara snorted as she looked at Yoonseul’s photo in an online article.

It was almost as if the reporters had been paid, because the photos looked far too different from the real person.

‘There’s no way Min Yoonseul could actually be this pretty.’

Then her eyes landed on the number printed on the large panel Yoonseul was holding.

“Fifty million won?”

When she zoomed in, the letters became even clearer, and her stomach twisted so painfully that it felt like her intestines were knotting up.

“No way.”

If she had properly stolen the final version, that money would have been entirely hers.

The sense of loss from missing out on such a large sum made Sara’s stomach churn, and then anger boiled over inside her.

“Some bitch who’s getting fifty million won dares to extort just two million from me?”

As soon as Sara returned home, she threw her bag into her room and headed straight for Yoonseul.

She flung the door open.

Yoonseul, who had been sitting on her bed reading a book, looked up.

“Hey, I heard you got fifty million won from the competition?”

“So?”

“Give me back the money for the laptop I bought you. If you got that much money, then obviously you should have the conscience to pay me back. Don’t you think?”

Sara shamelessly held out her palm without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

“Fine. I’ll pay you back. If you apologize.”

At Yoonseul’s words, delivered with her chin held high, the corners of Sara’s eyes twitched.

“…Has she really gone crazy?”

Until now, she had stolen and taken Yoonseul’s things countless times.

But Yoonseul had never once demanded an apology like this or glared at her with such a fierce look in her eyes.

Yet suddenly, she had changed 180 degrees.

It was as if she had become a completely different person.

“You think you’re something just because you won an award? Have you completely lost your mind?”

“If you have no intention of apologizing, get out. I have no intention of giving you the money either.”

“What…?”

Sara’s eyes darted around.

Her pride was killing her, but when she did the calculations, saying a few words and getting two million won back meant she wasn’t really losing anything.

“…Fine. I’ll do it. That’s all I have to do, right? I’m sorry. Happy now?”

It was an apology with less sincerity than if she had bumped into a random passerby on the street.

“Since you apologized, transfer the two million won to my account right away.”

“I will.”

Yoonseul obediently nodded.

Just as Sara was about to curl her lips into a smile, thinking, Of course you’d do that, Yoonseul once again turned her stomach with her quiet voice.

“But I’m going to tell Mom that you broke my laptop to steal my competition submission. I stayed quiet because you bought me a new laptop, but if you pay me back, then it becomes something I bought with my own money.”

“Hey! Min Yoonseul, you…”

Sara’s face turned bright red as she huffed angrily.

She had acted on her own without consulting anyone, and if Mom found out about the plagiarism scandal as well, there was no doubt she would get severely punished.

“If you got your apology, you should leave it at that. How can you be so petty as to threaten to tell Mom?”

“I told you I’ll send the money.”

Sara felt a creepy sense of unfamiliarity coming from Yoonseul standing in front of her.

‘…What is this? She wasn’t like this before.’

“Fine! Eat that money and live well.”

Furious, Sara shoved Yoonseul hard on the shoulder and stormed out of the room.

Her insides were boiling.

Beep beep beep beep, beep.

Sara entered the officetel after entering the door lock password. The moment she saw Taekyung walking toward the entrance, she grabbed his lips and kissed him deeply.

As she pushed her tongue deep inside and tasted his sweet saliva, she felt as though her miserable mood was getting better.

Taekyung responded with an intense kiss and pushed Sara down onto the sofa.

His hand slipped beneath her T-shirt and slowly brushed around her stomach.

“I’m so pissed off because of Min Yoonseul. She won an award and now she thinks she’s something special. So she’s going to make a lot of money now, huh?”

“A lot of money? Is the competition prize really that big?”

“They said it’s fifty million won.”

“Fifty million?!”

Taekyung’s movements stopped abruptly as he had been kissing around her collarbone and gently rubbing her stomach.

Sara gave Taekyung a sidelong glance.

“What? Tempted when you hear fifty million? You must be so happy that your girlfriend is so capable, Mr. Woo Taekyung.”

“What’s there to be happy about? I like you more. I had to force myself to meet her last weekend, and I suffered the whole date because I kept thinking about you, Sara.”

“Really?”

Only then did Sara’s stiff pride seem satisfied.

What good did it do if Yoonseul made money and won awards?

Once Taekyung married Yoonseul anyway, all that money would eventually flow into Sara’s hands.

Go ahead and earn money like a dog, Min Yoonseul.

I’ll spend it like a queen.

In a good mood, Sara let out a sultry laugh and slowly rubbed the outer edge of Taekyung’s ear.

His Adam’s apple immediately bobbed.

Just as the two excited animals were about to lose themselves in each other—

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Taekyung’s phone on the sofa table vibrated loudly.

[Our Seul]

When Taekyung saw the caller, he frowned, but Sara’s face lit up.

She had thought of a very amusing prank.

“Answer it. Let’s do something fun. Hurry and pick up.”

At Sara’s urging, Taekyung reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Suddenly, Sara took his earlobe into her mouth.

Then she began sucking on it like candy.

― Hello?

The moment Yoonseul’s voice came through, Sara bit his earlobe.

At that moment, Taekyung realized what she meant by something fun.

“Uh, yeah, Yoonseul. What’s up?”

He tried to sound calm, but his flushed face clearly showed how excited he was.

Suppressing her laughter as if she were playing a prank, Sara ran her tongue along the edge of his ear.

Then she blew gently into it, tickling him.

A moment later, when Sara moved her tongue more boldly, Taekyung squeezed his eyes shut at the stimulation traveling through his ear.

At that moment, Yoonseul’s voice came through.

― I called because I was thinking about you, Taekyung.

Fuck, this is so damn exciting.

It felt as though he were involved with two women at once.

Of course, Sara had no idea what Taekyung was thinking.

Hearing Yoonseul’s voice made her imagine that the girl was standing right in front of her.

She wanted to whisper directly into Yoonseul’s ear while she stood there glaring at Sara and threatening to tell their mother.

‘Your precious Woo Taekyung, the man you can’t live without, is kissing me right now.’

Just imagining how Yoonseul would fall apart after hearing that sent a thrill through her entire body.

Sara pressed her lips against Taekyung’s lower lip and sucked on it.

Then, wearing a playful expression, she bit his lip.

Unable to suppress a groan at the force of the bite, Taekyung let out a short sound.

“Ugh!”

― Taekyung, why does your voice sound like that? Are you hurt somewhere?

Yoonseul’s worried voice came through the phone.

But instead of pulling away, Sara deliberately licked Taekyung’s lips with her tongue and teased him even more.

Taekyung could no longer endure it.

Ah, fuck. Whatever.

Click.

Taekyung hung up and threw the phone aside.

He could deal with Yoonseul somehow after taking care of what was right in front of him.

“Open your mouth, Sara.”

Taekyung grabbed the back of the provocative Sara’s head with both hands and kissed her fiercely.

Their tongues tangled together as he explored her mouth, and the sensation made his mind go blank.

“Ha, fuck… Min Sara.”

Overcome with desire, Taekyung closed his eyes and focused solely on kissing Sara’s lips.

He deepened the kiss until Sara’s throat visibly contracted.

Sara tightly grabbed his arm as though she were short of breath, but Taekyung ignored it and pulled her closer.

The kiss grew more heated as he continued.

He liked seeing Sara become excited while kissing him.

Cough. Cough.

When they finally separated, Sara gasped for breath and coughed repeatedly.

Only then did Taekyung snap back to his senses.

“Are you okay?”

Seeing tears welling up in Sara’s eyes after she had coughed for a while, he belatedly wondered if he had been too rough.

But then—

“I like kissing you, Oppa.”

Sara clung to his neck with moist eyes.

Seeing how much she wanted him, Taekyung’s lips twisted into a smile.

“That’s why I can’t give you up. You’re like a drug, Min Sara.”

Still thoroughly aroused, Taekyung kissed Sara again.

As he enjoyed the kiss, tracing the inside of her mouth with his tongue, Yoonseul called again.

“Ah, she really has no sense of timing.”

Taekyung tilted his head back and complained irritably.

But if he didn’t answer now, he felt it might arouse unnecessary suspicion.

I’ll just answer quickly and hang up.

With that thought, he pressed the answer button.

― Taekyung, is something wrong?

“Huh? No. I tripped over the sofa and fell, so the call got disconnected.”

― You didn’t get hurt badly, did you?

“I just fell. Don’t worry.”

Taekyung answered absentmindedly while stroking Sara’s ear.

His hand moved down and gently squeezed her soft earlobe as he focused on the sensation.

― That’s a relief. Then you’re at home right now?

“Of course I am.”

What exactly was she relieved about?

Just as Taekyung was about to hurry and end the call, a bolt from the blue struck him.

That’s great. I’m on the elevator coming up right now.