Flowers Are Bait Novel - Chapter 135

A dizzying sensation, as if struck in the back of the head, stiffened her fingertips.

Habitually checking the time to guess whether Kwon Chaewoo was outside the door allowed her to mentally prepare, but not in this situation.

“Will you help me?”

“…”

Yiyeon looked at the woman wearing only a shower gown and pressed her lips tightly together.

A similar height and build, light, fluttering hair, even the delicate shape of her features.

Without needing to ask, the woman in front of her bore a striking resemblance to Yiyeon. A sudden, unidentifiable unpleasantness surged within her. Even the bedsheets were the same as the ones Yiyeon had used since Hwayido.

It all felt like a set designed for Kwon Chaewoo.

As she stood there blankly, Jang Beomhee muttered curtly.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for Ms. So Yiyeon if this goes well?”

At the intentional prodding, Yiyeon’s heart pounded as if hitting the floor.

“Unless the sleep problem is resolved, only Ms. So Yiyeon will ultimately be tired. If you’re not going to live with the young master forever, you should certainly help here.”

Jang Beomhee spoke subtly barbed words while bowing his head as if pleading.

He was right. Kwon Chaewoo needed to find new means and methods as soon as possible, and then his obsession might lessen.

Moreover, this situation was one Yiyeon herself had suggested not long ago, leaving her at a loss for words. Yiyeon clutched her lapel and asked.

“…Where can I change clothes?”

“There are new clothes in that room.”

Yiyeon entered the room without even glancing at the bed.

As she unbuttoned her work uniform one by one, her fingers suddenly tightened. Her mouth had been dry and her heart had been thumping wildly.

Still, this was the right thing to do. Yiyeon tried to compose herself. She was someone who would soon leave this place, and Kwon Chaewoo needed to live by sleeping properly. So this was the right direction and the right choice.

“Have you all changed?”

Just then, the door creaked open, and the woman’s face peeked through a small gap. Seeing her, with the same eye level and a similar image to herself, Yiyeon was speechless.

The woman smiled brightly, entered, and immediately took off her shower gown. Yiyeon flinched, startled by her exposed back and buttocks, and turned her head away.

“Your body odor is unique.”

The woman picked up Yiyeon’s work uniform, buried her nose in it, and lightly commented. Soon, she skillfully began to put her legs and arms into the clothes one by one.

“Do you have any sleeping habits?”

“Huh?”

The woman buttoned up the last button of the work uniform and turned to Yiyeon.

“Anything, gestures are fine, talking in your sleep is fine too. I’m an actress, though I’m unknown. So I’d like to do it well in one go if possible.”

“…”

“It’s not even hard work, just sleeping quietly next to a man. Do you know how wholesome and well-paying this is? Plus, he seems like a man with a story, which makes him pitiful.”

“…”

“How did you usually do skinship while sleeping?”

As Yiyeon remained silently stiff, a probing, blatant gaze touched and then left her.

“You don’t seem to have been very active.”

The woman looked at Yiyeon’s hair, which was tightly tied back, and began to tie her own hair in the same way. Afterwards, she meticulously matched Yiyeon’s stray hair patterns, nail length, and even her habitual breathing rate.

Regardless of how bewildered Yiyeon was by the situation, she found herself thinking, ‘She’s really professional.’

If it’s someone like this, then maybe, just maybe…

‘Think positively, So Yiyeon. This could be the path to true liberation.’

The woman, who had gotten onto the bed, was approaching Kwon Chaewoo on her knees.

“…”

“…”

Yiyeon and Jang Beomhee were both tense for different reasons. She couldn’t move her legs at all in this strange situation she was encountering for the first time, while Jang Beomhee remained on high alert, wary of Kwon Chaewoo’s developed senses and innate temperament, trained as a hunting dog.

“Hey, are you going to keep watching like that?”

“I’m on standby for any unforeseen circumstances.”

When the woman looked over and asked, Jang Beomhee answered stiffly. She had a slightly bewildered expression but quickly averted her gaze.

“Hmm… well, I’m used to audiences, though.”

Soon, she naturally grabbed Kwon Chaewoo’s arm, pulled it open, and nestled into him.

Yiyeon’s eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Some kind of warning bell rang loudly in her head, telling her not to look anymore, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

The two of them together looked like a brown screen reflecting her memories, strangely unreal.

The woman hugged Kwon Chaewoo’s waist and closed her eyes comfortably. The corners of her lips softly curved upwards. That smile, unlike an act, felt like an instinctive satisfaction that emerged when one’s hands warmed up.

Just then, Kwon Chaewoo leaned towards the woman and put his arm around her waist.

“…!”

Then, her neck felt cold, and for some reason, her stomach churned. That single, utterly simple movement was as big and terrifying as a lightning bolt. Yiyeon, whose head had been slowly heating up, realized the other side of her own firmness at that moment.

We should go our separate ways, she had insisted and stubbornly maintained. Just as Yiyeon had started a new life, Kwon Chaewoo should also start a new day…

‘—Wasn’t that what I wished for him?’

She never dreamed that such intense emotions would still remain within her. Yiyeon’s face contorted at the sudden sparks that began to fly.

That was far more perplexing than exhausted affection. It was by no means indifference. It was a definite hatred, wishing him to live an unsaved life.

Just then, the blanket rustled, and languid breathing was heard. Watching the man and woman, whose arms were slowly intertwining on the spacious bed, Yiyeon unconsciously clenched her fists.

That firm arm wrapped around the woman’s waist bothered her. Her heart dropped and surged wildly.

Kwon Chaewoo, drawn by the familiar scent, was already burying his face in the woman’s neck…

It was the moment Yiyeon squeezed her eyes shut.

“Kyaak!”

“Young Master—!”

She didn’t know which scream came first.

Yiyeon’s eyes snapped open at Jang Beomhee’s sudden shout. Then, Kwon Chaewoo, grabbing the woman’s hair, burst into her vision as if he had been waiting.

Even with his hazy, half-closed eyes, he pushed the woman far away. She screamed “Aargh!” and clutched her scalp, and Kwon Chaewoo continued his attack, grabbing her by the collar.

The woman gasped for breath, subdued in the blink of an eye. Jang Beomhee was already clinging to Kwon Chaewoo, trying to stop him, and Yiyeon also rushed out.

Thus, the quiet bedroom instantly became a chaotic mess.

“Young Master, calm down!”

“F-fuck… What a shitty trick…”

Kwon Chaewoo’s words trailed off like a stretched tape. His unfocused eyes, whether from sleep or the drug, were even more chilling.

He deliberately bit the flesh inside his mouth, drawing blood, as if trying to regain his senses. Then, his scarlet tongue swept across his lips, leaving a bloody trail.

Yiyeon turned pale at his terrible nature. If there had been a knife there, he would have slit his own thigh without hesitation.

“Young Master, let go of her hand!”

“…Beomhee, you’re trying to boil in a pot…”

A deranged laugh escaped him at the end of his sentence.

Kwon Chaewoo shook the woman by her neck, and she burst into tears, terrified.

He shook his head several times, trying to open his eyes properly.

“…Where did you get these clothes? Where is the owner of these clothes?”

“Hmph, ugh…!”

“What kind of flat board is wearing my woman’s clothes and doing such a pathetic imitation?”

Kwon Chaewoo mumbled as if drunk, yet his face was cold.

“What’s this mixed smell…”

“Ugh…! S-save me…!”

“What good is it if the clothes smell the same? No, damn it. It’s not Yiyeon…”

He panted, shaking his dizzy head a couple of times.

“Where is Yiyeon? Where is the owner of these clothes? Did you steal her clothes? Did you take them even though she didn’t want you to?”

The moment Kwon Chaewoo’s shoulders twitched greatly, Yiyeon suddenly stepped between the two.

“Calm down!”

She grabbed both of the man’s cheeks with a slap—! loud enough to hurt. As soon as Kwon Chaewoo faintly recognized Yiyeon’s face, his face instantly crumpled, as if he had never been fiercely aggressive.

The change was astonishingly fast and alluring. Yiyeon unconsciously twitched her fingers.

Kwon Chaewoo, who had finally stopped his frenzy, strongly tightened his grip around Yiyeon’s waist and buried his lips in her pale neck. It was a contact that flowed naturally, as if finding its rightful place.

“Ms. Yiyeon, Ms. Yiyeon. I… I was almost forced. Right?”

“…Huh?”

“Damn it, what do I do? Was I perhaps taken? Did someone other than Ms. Yiyeon spread me open?”

The surface of his lips brushing her skin tingled.

“Did they spread my arms… I was almost eaten, right?”

“What, huh?”

“That crazy woman, trying to eat me. Just wearing Ms. Yiyeon’s clothes. But it still smells like a mixed breed.”

Disjointed words scattered with breaths that sounded like sobs.

“No, no, it wasn’t such a lewd intention—”

“I’m the one who licked Ms. Yiyeon’s pussy, and you’re talking about just the smell of clothes…”

Kwon Chaewoo continued to rub and cling his face to Yiyeon, who had lost even the slightest will to respond.

“It’s strange, I can’t feel my body. How much, for how long was I subjected to this?”

“…”

“My dick feels weird. Damn it, hmph, suddenly my dick feels weird, Ms. Yiyeon.”

Yiyeon blinked as if her thoughts had stopped, then glared fiercely at Jang Beomhee.

‘What on earth… Is this really a sleeping pill? Did you really use a sleeping pill?! What kind of drug did you put in him?!’

As if understanding Yiyeon’s urgent gaze, Jang Beomhee shook his head, as if claiming innocence.

‘Don’t make me laugh…! Is he really asleep? Is he really sleeping?!’

Yiyeon and Jang Beomhee’s noisy glances went back and forth like a ping-pong ball several times.

Just then, Kwon Chaewoo suddenly slipped his hand into Yiyeon’s clothes, whimpering.

“Hmph, Ms. Yiyeon. My dick…”

“…”

“Haa, Yiyeon, another girl tried to take my dick. She keeps spreading me open and trying to use yours carelessly…”

“…Get out. Everyone, get out now!”

Yiyeon, with a raised voice, pushed Jang Beomhee and the woman out.

No one noticed that Kwon Chaewoo’s eyes remained completely dry until then.