Flowers Are Bait Novel - Chapter 74

Yiyeon unconsciously relaxed her stiff posture. An inexplicable sigh escaped her.

“He looked like an upper elementary school student because of his small build… When I looked him up after returning, he wasn’t known at all in Korea, even though he debuted in Europe. Isn’t that strange?”

Joo Dongmi tilted her head as if it was still a mystery.

“My parents nagged me so much back then. They’d say, ‘You have the same black hair, but why are you, who’s older, like this?’”

Ugh, she shivered and pursed her lips.

“But coincidentally, our junior seems to know classical music well too.”

Kwon Chaewoo, who had been busily moving the tongs, suddenly stopped, and Yiyeon’s eyes widened at this new information.

“Chaewoo does?”

“…Oh, Director, didn’t you know? The other day at my uncle’s party—”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Kwon Chaewoo, who had shown no interest in Joo Dongmi’s drunken rambling, suddenly interjected. However, Yiyeon was curious about the abruptly cut off words and alternately looked at the two, who were exchanging a staring contest.

Kwon Chaewoo was exerting silent pressure as if annoyed, and Joo Dongmi was putting strength between her eyebrows as if resisting such external pressure. Just watching them, the tense air pricked her skin. Yiyeon quickly grabbed the man’s forearm.

“I want to know too.”

“…I—”

The moment he saw her clear eyes, Kwon Chaewoo reflexively opened his mouth. His obedience was absurdly quick. Joo Dongmi clicked her tongue as if the alcohol had lost its taste.

“He guessed the music title instantly the other day.”

“He did?”

“Yes, that’s probably why.”

Kwon Chaewoo’s gaze briefly touched Joo Dongmi, but she was completely engrossed in fiddling with her unringing phone, drawing random unlock patterns.

“Now that you mention it…”

Yiyeon seemed to tilt her head, then suddenly straightened her posture.

“When you sleep, Chaewoo, I sometimes play music. Then you will sleep well.”

—And you don’t cry. She only mouthed the words so that only Kwon Chaewoo could notice. Then his usually stern lips curved upwards as if blooming. Soon, the man lowered his voice and said softly:

“That’s not the only way, is it, to stop a crying husband?”

“Huh?”

While Yiyeon slowly blinked, searching her memory, he lowered his head and whispered into her ear.

“If we have sex and then sleep, I don’t cry.”

“…!”

Her earlobes instantly flushed. Just then, Kwon Chaewoo, who had interlocked his fingers under the table, gripped her hand tightly.

“So, am I crying today, or not?”

“Ahh…!”

He entered all the way in one go, pushing deep into her vagina. While she was losing her mind in ecstatic pleasure, her forehead repeatedly bumped against the cold wall. His thick glans was frantically moving in and out of her vaginal opening.

As soon as they returned home, Kwon Chaewoo bit Yiyeon’s lips first. And the physical contact that began there eventually led to this.

She was lifted and placed on the living room drawer, sucked persistently until her whole body melted, and the table and sofa quickly became a mess. Yiyeon, stepping on her scattered clothes, was at a loss in the standing penetration position. Her heart pounded ceaselessly at the man’s presence behind her.

“Haa… Ugh…!”

She pressed against the wall and pulled her hips back. It was an instinctive action to receive him more easily. Her buttocks hit and rubbed against his pubic bone. He pulled his penis out halfway and then thrust quickly.

“I thought I was going to die wanting to see you today.”

“Hoo, haa…!”

“Didn’t you, Yiyeon? Were you just happy touching trees after sending me to work?”

“Hmph…!”

“I really, hoo… thought I was going to die.”

His hot breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. He gripped Yiyeon’s smooth breasts with his rough hands. He kneaded her resiliently shaking breasts and scratched her neck with his teeth.

He slowly pulled his penis out, then suddenly thrust it in with a thud, repeating the action. At the impact, Yiyeon’s buttocks rippled like waves. Kwon Chaewoo cracked his neck from side to side and smacked his lips.

“Yiyeon, why don’t you just come and catch animals with me?”

“Ugh…!”

“But sometimes, I feel regretful whenever I release an animal caught in a trap. I want to hold you just like that…!”

He suddenly pulled Yiyeon’s long hair. She bit her lip at the sensation that rang through her head like a bell. As she leaned her elbow against the wall, her waist curved even more flexibly. Her buttocks and thighs stung as if slapped due to the recoil of their bodies colliding. Yet, it was more sweet than painful, melting her.

“Mmm, hmm…”

His long penis penetrated deeply into places it normally wouldn’t reach. A hand reaching from behind kneaded her breasts full, his shaft thrust into her soaked opening, and her bodily fluids tangled, making a sticky sound. Yiyeon lightly scratched the wallpaper.

Then, Kwon Chaewoo, looking desperate, turned her chin towards him. Their burning gazes met for a moment, then their lips collided forcefully. He skillfully swept her mucous membranes and sucked her plump lips. The man, who had taken all the saliva pooled under her tongue, wetly stirred inside her hot mouth.

“Haa…”

Yiyeon’s neck was bent even more tightly. Soon, Kwon Chaewoo pulled his lips away, and a thin line of saliva stretched and broke.

Her disheveled eyes moved somewhat dully. He pressed his nose bridge against her sweaty lower back and thrust his hips. Her eyes, lips, and neck were all reddish, beautiful like a bud.

“Yiyeon, haa, Yiyeon.”

Every time he grabbed Yiyeon’s pelvis and thrust in, his abs flexed, and veins stood out tightly from the back of his hand to his forearm. His glans, thrusting deep, grew endlessly larger.

She trembled as his force pressed and rubbed against her sensitive inner walls. Somewhere in her toes, they curled up. She felt like she was going to die.

“Ahh…!”

“These days, every day is so precious and valuable, huff…”

Suddenly, the man pushed Yiyeon’s chest against the wall. He pulled out his penis and then re-inserted it, strongly sucking her soft earlobe. His penis slid out and then pierced her inside again.

“Sometimes I feel anxious.”

He held Yiyeon’s nipple between his fingers and thrust his hips upwards.

“Yiyeon, let’s just live like this. Without any worries, just fucking.”

“Ahhng…!”

“I only need you, Yiyeon. I don’t need anyone else. I only believe what you say.”

Yiyeon buried her face in her forearm like a crying child and sobbed repeatedly. Kwon Chaewoo looked at her back and revealed the expression he had skillfully hidden until now, without restraint. His gaze was fixed solely on Yiyeon, but his focus wavered.

Don’t be fooled by that woman…! That woman will—!

He tightly wrapped his arms around Yiyeon’s waist and lightly shook his head. However, the man, who couldn’t help but contort his face roughly, ultimately couldn’t shake off the anxiety that seeped in like mist.

“It’s a problem because you don’t speak up in time.”

Chooja clicked her tongue, looking at the shriveled tips of the leaves.

Looking at the sweet olive tree planted as a garden tree, about a third of it was shriveled and dead. Yiyeon, who had been examining the tree, straightened her bent back with a troubled expression.

“This is drug poisoning.”

The cause was poisoning by Banvel herbicide. Herbicides are so commonly used that the problem arises from the misconception that even if a tree looks slightly wilted, it can fully recover.

“Chooja, you brought the calcium nitrate and potassium, right?”

Chooja, quick-handed, was already rummaging through her auxiliary bag, taking out the chemicals. At the same time, she continued to sigh to herself.

“No matter how long you wait, the illness only deepens…”

Yiyeon paused for a moment.

“Wouldn’t it be better if people like us could do something if you just spoke up quickly?”

“…”

Then Yiyeon, who had turned pale overnight, suddenly started biting her nails and pacing around Chooja.

Chooja looked at Yiyeon strangely, then noticed the red, chaotic marks. Her slender neck, with her long hair naturally tied up, was striking. Chooja felt a headache coming on, thinking how persistently he must have bitten her.

“…What if I, if I tell him everything?”

An out-of-context remark popped out of Yiyeon’s mouth. But Chooja couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

“To Mr. Kwon?”

“…Yes.”

Chooja’s direct gaze pierced her. The two exchanged silent glances for a moment.

“Can you handle it?”

“I’m not confident.”

For Yiyeon, truth meant ruin. If she recalled her aunt and uncle, and cousins, who had been consumed by betrayal—just a brief imagination sent chills down her spine.

Nevertheless, Kwon Chaewoo was the only one who noticed the moss-like emotions clinging to Yiyeon’s deep shadows and extended a hand first.

“Still, I have a desire to be understood by him, at least.”