Speak of The Devil Chapter 37

Jung Yiyeon had an indescribable expression on his face. It wasn’t a smile, nor was it anger. He was expressionless, but something was unsettling about him.

“…Can I come in?”

“Ah… Yes.”

I hesitated and stepped back.

Jung Yiyeon followed me hesitantly into the house. As he stood at the entrance, the door closed behind him. I stood there, dumbfounded, halted in my backward steps. Jung Yiyeon took off his shoes and entered. With each step he took, my heart pounded heavily.

Fortunately, I had cleaned yesterday. It would have been too embarrassing for my pride if he saw the mess I usually lived in, and he probably knew about it. My heart felt like it was about to burst as Jung Yiyeon explored the house.

“For some reason… Ah, would you like some tea?”

I was still bewildered by the fact that Jung Yiyeon was in my house. Even though he had been here before, sleeping over, the situation was different now. Jung Yiyeon’s presence in my house felt so alien.

“No need for tea.”

Jung Yiyeon, who had been looking around the house, turned to me. His face seemed uneasy. Anxiety mercilessly surged through my chest in the slight furrow of his forehead.

“I don’t know what I’m doing right now.”

Jung Yiyeon sighed and asked me.

“Do you still want to be my secretary?”

“….”

Like having glue on my lips, I couldn’t respond. Instead, my face turned beet red.

If he were to ask if I wanted to… There had never been a time when I didn’t want to. Especially when looking at his pure white face, deep gaze, and lush eyelashes.

When Jung Yiyeon didn’t even treat me like a person, I still missed him and wanted to have sex with him. The desire to hold him, feeling his body heat, was an instinctual urge. Because I liked him.

But today was a bit different. It wasn’t me, but Jung Yiyeon. What was different was the look in his eyes when he looked at me. In those pitch-black pupils, his genuine feelings were no longer hidden.

“…Yes.”

Overwhelmed with emotions, I couldn’t help but answer. I felt like crying again. I couldn’t recall the miserable experiences I had with him before. As I faced him coming to my house, my heart was filled with joy.

“I want to.”

There’s no way I wouldn’t want you, who desires me. Just looking at you makes my heart flutter with affection.

I couldn’t bear the boiling passion towards Jung Yiyeon any longer. Reaching out, I grabbed his cheek. Drawn to me, Jung Yiyeon pulled me into his embrace.

I hastily sought his lips, intertwining mine with his. As our lips met, his scent flowed into me, filling me completely. The sensation of our tongues meeting was unusually strange and sent shivers down my spine.

Jung Yiyeon removed the glasses from my face and, still holding my waist, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Our tongues entangled in a sticky dance as we explored each other’s mouths. I traced beneath his tongue, intertwining our tongues, and sucked on his lips. Even the wet sounds of our lips meeting were electrifying.

While exchanging kisses, Jung Yiyeon released my waist and took off his jacket. In the brief moment our lips parted, he loosened my tie. As Jung Yiyeon unbuttoned from the top, I lowered the hand that had been holding his cheek, undoing his belt and pulling down his fly. When I pulled at the waist, the pants he was wearing slid down smoothly.

Jung Yiyeon grabbed the hem of the shirt I was wearing and lifted it off. With my arms raised, I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my chest as I tossed aside his shirt that had been hanging over my shoulders.

And as our eyes met, I pulled Jung Yiyeon into an embrace, sealing our lips once again. His soft lips were unusually sweet today. Sucking, nibbling gently, I pressed my body against his.

Jung Yiyeon’s bare skin. Sensing the warmth directly from his skin, I felt like tears would well up again. Every time our skins touched, it felt electric, making involuntary murmurs flow out.

“Ah…!”

Jung Yiyeon pushed me onto the bed. Discarding the remaining clothes, he climbed onto the bed and swiftly removed both my pants and underwear.

Without hesitation, he climbed up on top of me, lowering his head towards mine.

Our lips touched.

I embraced his neck, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. Between our parted lips, his moist tongue entered my mouth. I eagerly met his tongue, licking and sucking on it.

We held each other tightly, kissing again and intertwining our tongues. Amidst the persistent kissing, I explored and caressed his body with mine.

Even though we had engaged in sex numerous times in the past two months, I hadn’t dared to touch him like this before.

Jung Yiyeon, while having sex with me, never bothered to properly undress. He simply pulled down his bottoms, exposing only his genitals, suggesting that all he wanted from me was the hole to penetrate. I couldn’t bring myself to touch a man like that.

Even though I was treated like a sex toy, I couldn’t help but get excited. When embracing his neck, even if it meant being treated no differently from a sex toy, my shirt would be caught under my palm. Through that fabric, I wanted to feel his warmth and struggled with that desire.

So, the realization that I was actually touching his body now filled my heart with joy. Jung Yiyeon, Jung Yiyeon. I didn’t let go of his cheek, incessantly kissing his lips.

“Ugh…!”

Jung Yiyeon caressed my body before gripping my chest. His forehead, gently wrinkled, hinted at the lack of much flesh in my chest. But he didn’t stop caressing and continued to stroke my chest, flat stomach, and sides.

“Ha…”

Jung Yiyeon kissed my neck. The movement of his tongue along the neck and licking the collarbone was sensually intense. My body trembled with joy under his touch. When his lips captured the raised nipple, my waist quivered with a more thrilling sensation than usual.

“Uhh, ugh….”

Embarrassed by the escaping sounds, I covered my lips with the back of my hand. However, Jung Yiyeon continued to suck and bite my nipples, causing sounds to leak out. Strong sucks and pulls would elicit sighs resembling moans. I had never felt my chest like this before, and the overwhelming excitement was beyond my control.

“Ah, Sir….”

When his hand grasped my genitals, I gasped while calling his name. The partially erect organ, aroused by his chest licking and teasing alone, quickly hardened in his hand. Jung Yiyeon continued to suck my chest and fondle my genitals. The accumulating pleasure quickly turned my lower abdomen into a simmering furnace.

I moaned, blushing deeply. Jung Yiyeon once again kissed the tip of my chest before finally removing his lips. He moved his hand between my spread legs. Touching the dry entrance and teasing the folds, he whispered.

“Don’t cry today.”

A low voice. Jung Yiyeon probably didn’t know that his gaze made my eyes watery. His lips touched my eyelids.

“I won’t hurt you today. Don’t cry, Secretary Lee.”

Thud, thud. The sound of rain hitting the window brought my consciousness back to the surface.

Was there rain in the forecast today? It was so clear yesterday. Still groggy, I struggled to recall the weather forecast. The sleep seemed short, but my head felt heavy.

Suddenly, I realized it wasn’t the rain that had awakened me. The warmth tickling my side. As I became aware of it, I turned my eyes to the owner of the warmth.

“Ah….”

At the moment our eyes met, a surprised sound escaped my lips.

The hand that had been caressing my side touched my eyelashes gently. My eyes felt stiff and twitched around the eyes, and there was a warm sensation as if all moisture had evaporated.

“It’s swollen.”

The man poking my eyelids with his fingers was Jung Yiyeon.

The man who used to leave without a backward glance after the act was now right in front of me. He was the one sitting on the bed, caressing my sleeping side as if he had been waiting for me to wake up.

“Rest.”

As Jung Yiyeon stood up, I felt the recoil of the bed. I gazed at him, propping myself up with my upper body.

I remembered having sex, even the heavy breathing afterward, but there was no recollection of falling asleep. I do remember being held by Jung Yiyeon for a while after we finished. It seemed like I had briefly fallen asleep afterward.

But when did Jung Yiyeon wake up? He was now dressed in slacks, a shirt, and even had his tie on. Thanks to casually throwing his clothes on the floor earlier, his attire was wrinkled unlike usual.

…Why did it feel so sensuous? Jung Yiyeon suddenly rushing into the office during working hours and running towards me. The memories of the subsequent sex made my cheeks blush. Watching Jung Yiyeon, now wearing the crumpled jacket, stirred excitement within me.

Seeming unfazed by the wrinkled jacket, Jung Yiyeon turned to me. I sat up a bit more.

“…Secretary Lee.”

Jung Yiyeon hesitated, as if he had something to say. Like a man who didn’t know what he was doing when he first entered, he seemed a bit confused. I waited quietly for him to speak.

“Next time… let’s have a meal together.”

A sentence I hadn’t expected to hear from him. I, on the contrary, stiffened.

“Sure.”

I don’t know how he interpreted my stiff response. Without giving me a chance to answer, Jung Yiyeon turned away. Putting on his shoes at the entrance, he left the house as smoothly as flowing water.

With the closing of the door and the sound of the door lock, silence filled the room.

‘Next time… let’s have a meal together.’

Jung Yiyeon’s words played automatically in my mind, endlessly repeating in a continuous loop.

Having a meal. Let’s have a meal. We had never even shared a cup of coffee during all the times we met, let alone a meal. Suddenly, a suggestion for a meal.

…Could it be… a date? Is that it? A date proposal? Is that possible??