Chapter 32

Until now, Pado had used the word “eat” out of habit.

He had said things like “I had a taste” or “How did it taste?” but he had only considered them euphemisms for sex.

Without knowing why people expressed having intercourse as “eating,” he had simply used the word the way everyone else did.

He thought it was just a continuation of the old habit of comparing people to fruits or food.

And that made sense.

He had never actually wanted to eat someone in the truest sense of the word.

But now it was different.

He wanted to eat Morae.

He wanted to bite into that soft, smooth body and swallow it whole.

He wanted to press their bodies together and lose himself in her, but separate from that, a desire to simply devour Morae up completely surged within him.

“This is driving me insane.”

Drunk Morae was too soft.

It wasn’t just about her skin or her body.

Eun Morae herself had become softer.

Her normally sharp, proud eyes had turned gentle, and her pale cheeks, now fuller, were flushed red as if they had been warmed by fire.

Even the voice that called his name had become soft and hazy.

His mouth kept watering so often that it went completely dry.

He felt like swallowing would finally relieve him, and his body grew restless with desire.

Morae lifted her hand and grabbed Pado’s side.

The thought that if she moved her hand just slightly lower, she would find his arousal made blood rush there.

His pants must have been too tight because it had started to ache from being pressed down.

“What are you doing…?”

Even her voice, a tone higher than usual, sounded soft and beautiful.

Pado squeezed his eyes shut and pushed Morae’s hand away.

He opened Morae’s closet and searched through it for something suitable as pajamas.

He accidentally opened the drawer containing underwear, where both flashy and simple designs were kept, but his eyes didn’t linger there.

There was something much more tempting right behind him. There was no way he would be interested in mere scraps of fabric.

After finding a thin, long T-shirt, Pado tried to put it on her.

But Morae, who had obediently followed everything until then, started struggling.

Her strength had weakened from the alcohol, so it wasn’t a serious struggle, but it was still troublesome.

She pressed her arms and hips firmly against the bed and twisted her body.

“I don’t want to wear it.”

“It’s cold. Put it on.”

“I took it off, so why should I put it on?”

“Do you sleep naked? Even if you do, wear it tonight. What are you going to say when you wake up tomorrow morning?”

If she slept only in her underwear, he had no idea how Morae would react when she woke up.

He could already imagine her getting angry and asking why he hadn’t even put pajamas on her.

Without a doubt, she would misunderstand and think he had ulterior motives.

To avoid that misunderstanding, it was better to at least put some outer clothing on her.

Of course, it was already too late the moment he took her away from the drinking party, but he needed to create at least one or two excuses.

And even if he had harbored impure thoughts, hadn’t he calmed himself down?

Pado sang the national anthem in his head while struggling to put the T-shirt on Morae.

“I don’t want to take it off again.”

“Don’t take it off. There won’t be any reason to.”

“You’re going to take it off. When you do… how can you not take it off? I hate it because it feels perverted.”

“Last time, you made a huge fuss because you didn’t want to take it off. Hey, say that one more time.”

Pado shoved his hand beneath her hips, lifted her up by force, and smacked her butt.

Because he hit her bare, soft skin, the sound was louder than it had been in the afternoon.

“Don’t call me ‘hey.’”

Morae complained with tears gathering at the corners of her eyes after getting her butt hit.

She spread apart the knees she had raised.

The T-shirt he had just managed to put on slid up, revealing her underwear and thighs.

“Eun Morae, say it one more time.”

“Don’t call me ‘hey.’ I hate it because it feels perverted if you don’t take it off.”

Pado recorded Morae’s mumbling words in his phone.

If she ever tried to do something like this again while sober, he intended to play this recording for her.

He didn’t know if that day would ever come, but even if it didn’t, it would make a good joke.

After carefully making sure the T-shirt was properly on her, Pado stepped away from the bed.

The slightly oversized shirt perfectly covered the top of her underwear.

Her thighs were completely exposed, and because the material was thin, the outline of her body and her skin could be faintly seen, but that could be solved by covering her with a blanket.

Her lower body was still uncovered, but there was nothing he could do.

If he tried to put pants on her too, he didn’t think he would be able to hold onto his sanity.

If his hands touched her legs or waist, it would be over.

He wasn’t confident he could endure it.

He clenched his trembling hands and let out a breath.

“Are you not sleeping?”

Morae called out to Pado as she covered herself with the blanket and stepped away.

Her head tilted slightly.

“I’m not sleeping.”

“Am I sleeping alone?”

Morae, left alone on the large bed, hugged the blanket and made a lonely expression.

“I was waiting…”

Was she crazy?

Pado frowned, nearly cursing out loud as the ache in his lower body became painful.

The blood gathered there made him uncomfortable, and when he imagined someone else possibly seeing this scene, he felt his thoughts become clouded as well.

“You really… if it weren’t me, you would’ve gotten taken advantage of.”

If his reason had been just a little weaker.

If his pride had been just a little weaker.

He would have fallen for Morae’s temptation and embraced her without thinking.

She was conscious, she kept poking at him and trying to cling to him, and she was so soft that he wanted to swallow her whole.

If he pretended he couldn’t resist, pushed her down, and lost control right now, he would probably be forgiven.

All twelve jurors would likely decide, “It was understandable,” or “I would’ve done the same.”

There was only one person who could criticize him.

The sober Eun Morae tomorrow morning.

He didn’t know what she was thinking by seducing him right now, but he could clearly imagine what Morae would say in the morning.

She would definitely laugh at and mock Pado for giving in to his desires.

The image of Morae looking down on him in his imagination sharpened Pado’s resolve.

If she didn’t mock him, then she probably had some hidden motive.

And he didn’t like that either.

No matter how much the Morae in front of him acted like candy melting in his mouth, he couldn’t lose to his desires here.

Pado regained control of himself.

“If you’re not desperate to be taken, then stop and go to sleep.”

After he threw out the cold words, disappointed Morae moved her foot that had slipped out from under the blanket.

Because she had stubbornly refused to take off her socks, she was wearing only white socks beneath her bare legs.

Morae said nothing and tightly pressed her lips together.

She stopped staring at Pado with tension in her neck and lay down comfortably.

She tossed and turned on the bed before kicking the blanket away with her knees.

After letting out a hot breath, Morae twisted her body from side to side before placing her hand between her legs.

Her slender fingers pressed against herself over her underwear.

“Mm… mm…”

Her fingers moved firmly over the fabric.

The hand that had previously hung limply began moving busily.

As her fingers moved, Morae’s body trembled.

Yet her eyes remained tightly shut.

“Pado…”

The moment she muttered his name while rubbing herself, Pado’s breath stopped.

He had been frozen in shock since Morae’s hand moved between her legs, and his lips parted slightly.

“Mm, ah, ah…”

The fact that Morae was touching herself right in front of him struck his mind like a blow.

That proud Eun Morae was comforting herself with a helpless expression.

And even his name was lingering on the tip of her tongue.

Morae’s hand, which had been moving over her underwear, slowly slipped inside.

The underwear moved up and down with her hand inside, briefly revealing her pubic hair.

Pado’s mouth grew dry.

He couldn’t move even one step, and he couldn’t look away for even a moment.

His ears strained, unwilling to miss even a single trembling sound she made.

“A little more… mm. I can’t.”

Not knowing what kind of fantasy she was lost in, Morae furrowed her eyes and raised her knees.

Her hips and waist moved, followed by even her slightly lifted heels.

Unlike the intense moments when their bodies tangled together, her slow and quiet moans tickled Pado’s heart.

Strangely, watching this sight made his chest race.

At the same time, guilt washed over him for seeing something he shouldn’t have.

Morae seemed to have fallen into her own pleasure without knowing that Pado was there.

If she had been trying to seduce him, she would have either become embarrassed or deliberately revealed herself.

But Morae was simply touching herself in a comfortable position, with half-lidded eyes as if she were about to fall asleep.

If this was an intentional act of temptation, then she deserved to become an actress immediately.

This was something private that she normally would never show anyone.

That was why his heart was pounding.

Pado’s hand hesitated over the front of his pants.

The sight of Morae’s exposed pleasure made him feel like he would lose control at any moment.

He pressed himself through his clothes and watched Morae anxiously.

Her white, soft thighs trembled.

Along with them, his thoughts shook wildly.

I want to eat her.

I want to bite her.

I want to take her like an animal.

I want to remove the last layer of clothing and throw myself at her.

I want to wake the half-asleep Morae and torment her until she cried that she wanted to sleep.

I want to hold her waist tightly against mine and move until neither of us could continue.

He wanted to see her face collapse from overwhelming pleasure.

He wanted to see her smooth, curved back.

He wanted to stain her clean skin with his own fluids.

He wanted to draw out every last drop from her.

The desire to keep her awake all night and push her beyond her limits made heat boil inside him.

Just as he unknowingly took a step forward, Morae’s arm, which had been pressing between her legs, fell onto the bed.

After letting out a long breath, Morae soon began breathing softly.

She had finished touching herself and fallen asleep, feeling refreshed.

There was still a faint flush on her face, but her sleeping expression was as gentle as an angel’s.

Pado stared at her sleeping face before clutching his aching lower body and hiding himself in the bathroom.

After waking from her dream and seeing the familiar ceiling, Morae let out a sigh.

Once she realized it had all been a dream, she felt relieved.

“Of course it was…”

There was no way the scene of Pado, who had been imprisoned and had a cat, whipping her with a whip could have been real.

It was the kind of ridiculous dream that she could immediately recognize as nonsense once she regained her senses.

The part about being “imprisoned and having a cat” made no logical sense, and the part about Pado whipping her made no emotional sense.

She had noticed that Pado had been appearing in her dreams often lately, but she never expected to have such a nonsensical dream.

Pado hitting her with a whip that was thick and flexible like an equestrian riding crop.

Because it was a dream, it hadn’t hurt at all, but the feeling left behind was strange.

It probably wouldn’t hurt that much in reality either, but she still felt uncomfortable.

After all, it had been a dream where he struck her cleavage with a whip.

It was embarrassing enough that she couldn’t tell anyone about it.

Trying to figure out why she had such a dream, Morae looked back on the previous night.

Her face turned pale.