Swallowed - Chapter 27

After returning to school, Jaeha took Seyoung home to let her unpack. Though they had planned to stop by Seyoung’s place to gather some of her things, neither of them had slept much the previous night, so resting was the priority. Since tomorrow was Sunday, there was no rush, and they could move her things then.

Too tired to venture far, they had lunch at a nearby curry restaurant in the basement. Afterward, Jaeha nearly bought out an entire dessert shop, surprising Seyoung.

“Do you really need to buy that much?”

“Let’s try everything, and next time we can get whatever you like the most.”

With a popular sweet drink in hand, they went upstairs. Seyoung found the whole experience unfamiliar, but she didn’t dislike it.

“I’m too full to lie down,” she said, thinking that napping was out of the question after having both lunch and dessert.

“Then should I put on a movie? You can sleep if you get drowsy.”

“Sure. What movie are we watching?”

Jaeha, leaning against the headboard of the bed, pulled Seyoung into his arms. Sitting comfortably between his legs, Seyoung rested her back against him. After feeling her long hair getting in the way, she sat up briefly and tied it up in a high bun.

“You tying your hair like that reminds me of old times.”

Jaeha, who had been scrolling through movie options on the TV, looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. Back when Seyoung had essentially given up on speaking, she kept her hair tied up all the time, finding it bothersome to let it hang loose while she studied. In fact, she had her hair tied up in a bun when she first met Jaeha.

As soon as Seyoung settled back between his legs, Jaeha immediately kissed her exposed nape. She flinched from the ticklish sensation, but he pressed down on her shoulder, holding her still as he kissed her more deeply.

“That tickles.”

“Your neck smells so good… I could just bite it,” he murmured, sounding serious. He sank his teeth into her neck and licked it, causing Seyoung to tense up. Instinctively, she reached down and grabbed Jaeha’s thigh. Whether it was her touch or something else, Jaeha bit harder, making Seyoung let out a short cry.

“Ah…!”

“No blood, don’t worry.”

Jaeha chuckled as he pulled back, admiring the clear bite mark he’d left on her neck. He gently caressed the spot, though there was still a hint of guilt in his voice.

“Just watch the movie already,” Seyoung muttered, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She warned that if he kept it up, she’d undo her hair again. Jaeha laughed and pulled her closer, his hand naturally sliding up her body. Seyoung swatted his hand away, but that didn’t stop him from cupping her chest. Unfortunately for him, her bra got in the way of the sensation, making him frown slightly.

“Come on, just take this off. It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“You’re lying. It looks like it’s too tight.”

While they were talking, his other hand had already slipped inside her shirt and unclasped her bra. The constricting feeling disappeared in an instant, and though it was more comfortable, Seyoung didn’t argue and quietly removed her bra. Jaeha burst out laughing as she slipped it off without taking off her shirt.

“You can take everything off. It’s not cold if we stay under the blankets.”

“With a wolf right behind me?”

“I’m behind you, yes,” Jaeha teased, nibbling on her ear. The sensation of him biting the cartilage sent a shiver down her spine. His bare chest, pressed against her back, suddenly felt scorching hot. Seyoung grabbed the remote and started picking a movie, hoping to shift the mood. But Jaeha was too busy fondling her chest to care, making her think they wouldn’t end up watching the movie or sleeping anytime soon.

“They fit perfectly in my hands. It feels like my hands are going to melt. Do you feel this good when you touch them yourself?”

“No.”

“Really? But they’re so soft and nice.”

“Do you feel good when you touch your own chest?”

“I’ve never done it like this, and besides, mine aren’t as soft and pretty as yours.”

“… Just watch the movie.”

She hastily picked a random movie, but it turned out to be a romance, and the intense love scenes were immediately noticeable. It wasn’t explicit enough to be rated 19+, but the mood was unmistakable. Seyoung, clearly flustered, heard Jaeha laugh brightly beside her.

“Do you like these kinds of movies?”

“N-no! I picked the wrong one.”

“Why? It looks interesting. Isn’t that actor famous?”

“M-maybe, I don’t know.”

“Why are you so flustered?”

Seeing Seyoung all flustered, unable to sing her sentences, only made Jaeha love her more. He couldn’t help but wonder how she would have reacted if they had started watching an actual 19+ movie. The thought made him grin mischievously. By now, he was curious about what was happening between Seyoung’s legs. He was hard enough that his pants felt tight—was she wet too?

“We didn’t finish properly last night, did we…?”

Seyoung flinched as she noticed Jaeha’s voice drop, his tone growing more hushed and intimate. At the same time, his hand, which had been fondling her chest, pressed firmly on her nipple, as if trying to awaken her senses.

Bzzz. Bzzz. But before Seyoung could react, her phone vibrated with an incoming call. The sudden sound broke the moment, and Jaeha’s expression immediately twisted in frustration.

“Your phone. Answer it…”

Relieved by the interruption, Seyoung shot Jaeha a playful glare as she reached for her phone. Jaeha, annoyed by her reaction, pressed down hard on her nipple before letting go. Despite her glare, Seyoung got up to take the call, hoping it was nothing important. However, when she saw the caller ID, her expression changed—it was her father. Jaeha’s face fell as well.

“Yes, Father. I just got home.”

Seyoung, who was lying on the bed with her face buried in a pillow, watched Jaeha’s back. He was only wearing pajama bottoms, and the sight of his well-defined muscles caught her attention. The smooth, toned muscles of his back, honed through regular exercise, made her want to reach out and touch him.

Her fingers traced the outline of his muscles in the air. The distinct line running down the center of his back looked incredibly sexy. She couldn’t help but wonder how much effort he had put into building that beautiful body.

“Dinner at home? Ah…”

Jaeha ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. He asked if it had to be today, but when his father insisted that the whole family, including cousins, would be there, Jaeha had no choice but to give in. Apparently, some relatives were visiting as well.

“Alright. I’ll get ready and head over.”

He sighed, suppressing his frustration, and ended the call. When he turned around, his gaze landed on Seyoung, who was curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow. Just the sight of her lying in his bed made his heart race and his blood pressure rise. Her T-shirt had slipped slightly, revealing her neck, shoulder line, and collarbone. And, because she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples were visible, pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt.

“God, I’m losing it…”

Jaeha forced a smile, his expression twisted with desire, and Seyoung curled up even more, causing her hips to rise and her rounded curves to become more pronounced. Though she wasn’t trying to be seductive, it certainly had that effect on Jaeha. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out, but Seyoung blocked him with her legs.

“Don’t make it harder. Just go.”

“Honestly, I’m not the kind of obedient son you think I am.”

“Don’t lie. It’s not worth getting on your father’s bad side, especially when you already clash with your mom.”

“Damn it, why are you always so logical, Seonbae?”

Jaeha leaned forward, practically climbing on top of Seyoung. She tried to back away, but his long limbs easily pinned her down. As she lay flat on her back, her shirt clung even more tightly to her chest, accentuating her breasts. Uncomfortable with the situation, Seyoung squirmed, but the movement only caused her shirt to ride up, revealing her toned, pale abdomen. The sight of her bare skin ignited Jaeha’s desire even more. He placed his hand gently on her stomach, and Seyoung flinched, curling into herself again. Even so, Jaeha’s hand stayed where it was, touching her skin. It seemed Seyoung wasn’t planning on pushing him away either.

It felt like a test. Jaeha smiled bitterly. Even though she was telling him to go to his family, her body language suggested otherwise. She wasn’t truly pushing him away—there was still a lingering possibility. Jaeha couldn’t help but think that if he were to force her legs open right now and thrust himself into her hot core, Seyoung wouldn’t say no.

“I wish it were just the two of us in this world.”

No one to interrupt them. No school, no parents, nothing to worry about except Seyoung. The thought of keeping her locked up with him 24/7, something he had once joked about, now seemed more and more appealing.

When he had first followed her to university, he hadn’t had these thoughts. Back then, he was just excited and happy at the prospect of seeing her again after two long years. He looked forward to a normal college life, becoming a campus couple like everyone else. That was the extent of his expectations. In hindsight, those were perfectly reasonable feelings.

But after reuniting with Seyoung, that was no longer enough for him. The kiss they had shared in the alley had awakened a deep desire inside him. He began to understand why he had been willing to sacrifice his relationship with his mother to follow Seyoung. He was far more obsessed with her than he had ever realized.

And now, with their time together limited, he was becoming increasingly anxious. Every minute they weren’t together drove him crazy. His possessiveness and jealousy were overwhelming, making him realize just how much he needed her. His priorities had shifted, and now, Seyoung was the center of his world. Everything else seemed trivial in comparison.

“Go. You still have time.”

And that’s why he felt so frustrated hearing Seyoung, with those heated eyes, telling him to leave.