The hallway was dim, barely lit by the flickering lights of the apartment floor. Shan stood at Rae Yoorin's front door, one hand gripping her thigh as she lay limply over his back in a piggyback position. Her breath was warm against the back of his neck, but she hadn't stirred.
"Oi! Wake up. We're here, dummy," Shan muttered, annoyed yet careful. His tone was sharp, but his hold was firm, secure—like he'd done this before.
Still, Rae didn't respond. She was completely knocked out from the alcohol, her breath slow, lips parted slightly. A soft snore escaped her lips.
"Goddammit," Shan cursed under his breath, shifting her weight with effort. He reached toward the strap of her purse and dug his fingers inside, feeling for the cool jingle of metal. "Screw her. I'm going in."
It didn't take long. Luck—or fate—guided his fingers to the key. With a swift motion, he inserted it into the lock and stepped inside her apartment.
The door closed with a soft click behind him. Rae's luxurious apartment greeted him with a faint scent of vanilla and lavender. The lighting was warm, golden, the space far more elegant than anything he lived in. But Shan paid it little mind. His focus was on Rae.
He walked toward the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. She curled slightly, murmuring incoherently as her head sank into the pillow.
"She must've really been wasted to ask someone like me to take her back," he muttered, stretching his arms above his head and exhaling deeply. His back cracked from the strain.
Adjusting his black work shirt and red tie, Shan glanced back at her. Rae Yoorin—fiery, vicious, untouchable. And yet, right now, she looked like a sleeping child.
"She's got one hell of an attitude... but damn if she doesn't have a cute baby face," he whispered under his breath, amused. He turned to leave.
"Well, goodnight. You cutie little bit—?!"
Suddenly, something yanked him backward. Two slender legs had wrapped around his waist and pulled him down into the bed. Rae's legs. Her grip was firm despite her drunken stupor, and he fell above her with a thud.
"You think I have a baby face?" she muttered, eyes closed, breath warm against his cheek.
"The f—?! I thought you were asleep!" Shan hissed, trying to push himself up. But Rae reached for his red tie and tugged him down with it, her smirk barely hidden behind sleepy lips.
"Answer me. Do you think I'm cute?" Her voice was husky, a slurred seduction. And then, just like that, she began to lift her top.
"Oi?! Hold on," Shan protested, holding up his hands. But she wasn't listening.
"To think... of all people I hate... and you hate me," she mumbled, her tone teasing yet vulnerable. "You called me cute. Hell, cutie as well."
She slid off her bra, letting her small breasts bounce slightly with the movement. Her skin was porcelain under the light, slender and bare.
"So... answer me again." She spread her arms, fully revealing her upper body to him. "Am I still cute? My breasts may be small, but I know what a slender body does to a man."
Shan's eyes widened. He was caught between anger, shock, and something far more primal. "I only said that 'cause I'm pissed at you, bitch."
"So what if I'm a bitch?" Rae whispered, unbuttoning his shirt with surprising coordination. As it fell open, her fingers trailed along the fabric of his black singlet, tracing the shape of his chest muscles.
"You were a mess when I first saw you transfered here. A nobody," she murmured, her fingertips sliding up his neck. "But now... you're the embodiment of a real man."
She pulled him down and kissed him.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was full of confusion, hate, drunken heat, and years of tension—crashing into one moment. Shan froze at first. He should've pulled back. He wanted to. He hated her.
But there it was—her tongue, sweet with liquor, grazing his own. And his resistance wavered.
"Why does she taste sweet?" he thought, even as their tongues danced and the kiss deepened.
Time slipped away. Minutes passed in silence but for the sounds of breath and lips. Finally, Rae broke it—her mind catching up.
"Just go," she muttered, eyes glassy. "I'm too drunk... Leave before we regret this."
But when she tried to sit up, Shan pushed her back. His hands pinned her wrists against the sheets.
"Wait?! What are you—Ah!" Rae yelped as he leaned down, nibbling at her neck.
"Stop it! Ah! Ah!" she struggled, but his words stopped her.
In a deep, low voice, Shan whispered against her skin: "Pity. You just flipped the switch... cutie."
Rae's eyes widened. The smirk on Shan's face said everything.
"Wait! I was just too drunk and—Ahh!!!" she moaned as his mouth moved down to her chest, suckling and biting her nipples eagerly.
"Heh. I don't mind small titties like yours," he said. "I'm more of an expired goods kind."
It took her a moment—then she gasped. "You brute!" she snapped.
"So sad," Shan teased, licking his thumb clean. "That young boy chose to offer his hand to Ingrid over fresh meat like you."
"You kept pulling away... yet I never moved forward," he continued, now tearing at her pantyhose. "Admit it. Your body wants this."
He pressed his tongue between her thighs. Rae squirmed.
"Ah! No!!" Her breath hitched, but her eyes caught sight of the bulge in his pants.
She grinned. "You wanna play dirty?!"
She flipped the script. With one swift motion, she unzipped his slacks, pulled down his boxer briefs, and took him into her mouth. Shan groaned, surprised. They twisted into a heated 69, their moans muffled by each other.
Moments later, they both climaxed. Loud. Messy.
"You little bitch!!" Shan growled, flipping her onto her stomach and entering her from behind.
"Ahh!!! You fucking pervert!" Rae screamed.
The pace started slow but grew wilder, rougher. Shan couldn't believe it—how much she was into it.
"The F?! Is this really Rae Yoorin?" he wondered.
"H-harder, dummy!" she moaned, moving her hips to meet his every thrust.
He grabbed her hands and pinned them. "I know you're gonna cum," she gasped. "So do it!"
Shan grunted—and came inside her.
"AAAAHHHH!!!!" Rae screamed, feeling the warmth spread within her.
"You're..." she panted, "...lucky... it's a safe... day."
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An hour later, Shan stood shirtless in her bathroom, rinsing his hands with warm water. Rae lay exhausted in bed, her body limp and breath steady.
He glanced around her lavish apartment. Marble countertops. Branded perfumes. Silken sheets.
"Tch. For someone who lives a rich life..." he scoffed, but then turned to see her face. Peaceful. Vulnerable.
"Dammit…" he muttered.
With a sigh, Shan took a warm towel and gently wiped her down. He then found a fresh pair of her pajamas and dressed her. As he turned to leave, a soft tug stopped him.
Rae's hand gripped his slack.
"Don't leave me... papa..." she mumbled in her sleep.
Shan stared at her. The hatred, the teasing, the drunken passion—it all made sense now.
He knelt down, brushed her hair gently, and whispered by her ear, "Don't worry. Papa is here."
She sighed and snuggled under the sheets.
Shan released her hand, placing it gently atop her pillow, then quietly left her apartment.
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He stepped into the shower in his penthouse, water cascading down his shoulders. Steam fogged the mirror.
"Papa, huh?" he muttered, closing his eyes beneath the spray.
"…Now I think I understand her problem."
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Chapter 35 – End