Chapter 9: I Won’t Touch You Tonight
by fnovelpia
“Come in…”
Jaehyuk returned home with Eunha after a cozy family dinner.
As he organized his shoes and started to take off his dress shoes, Eunha slowly closed the front door.
In her arms was a paper bag filled with groceries from the mart.
“I’m back, ahjussi.”
Eunha entered, messing up the shoe rack.
“Mm, make yourself at home. Want some hot water? Or tea?”
Jaehyuk asked, filling a cup with hot water from the purifier.
“I’ll take…”
Seeing Jaehyuk preparing a lemon tea bag, Eunha nodded.
“Tea, please.”
“Got it.”
Eunha set down her bag and brushed off her hands.
Even with basic soundproofing, some noise could leak out.
If word got out that “Seong NP’s stock guardian” and “nation’s little sister” Joo Eunha was secretly dating the guy next door, it’d be explosive.
Luckily, Eunha owned the apartments above, below, and beside this one, so no issues there.
“Here, take it.”
“Thanks~”
Eunha beamed, accepting the mug from Jaehyuk.
Slurp—the taste was the same as always, sweet and tangy.
Not bad.
A bit lacking, though.
Are men naturally this bad at housework?
Jaehyuk must’ve cleaned all day; the place was much tidier than her first visit.
Back when she pounced, it was a mess, but now it had a clean charm.
“Ahjussi.”
“Hm?”
Jaehyuk turned at Eunha’s call.
He was already unpacking ingredients, wearing an apron, and focused on cooking.
Despite limping from a twisted ankle, he was at it.
Eunha scurried over and hugged him tightly from behind.
This rare sense of security—she let her body relax completely.
“Just felt like calling you. It’s so unreal that you’re by my side. I missed this so much.”
“What’re you talking about?”
Jaehyuk loosened his tie, placing it on the dining table.
The tropical night’s heat was getting to him.
“When you left, I thought I’d cry.”
Eunha’s tone grew somber. While hugging him, she didn’t stop her selfish touches, like tracing his stomach over his shirt.
Jaehyuk, oblivious, kept cooking.
He just wanted to return to a father-daughter bond.
Not this lustful, desire-driven thing!
Seeing his calm demeanor, Eunha frowned.
He’s probably thinking weird stuff again.
She knew him too well.
“Do you know how scared I was when you were gone? You’re so irresponsible. Only thinking of yourself, you idiot! Fool!”
“…Sorry. But the chairman threatened to harm you. And I wanted you to stand on your own.”
Jaehyuk scratched the back of his head. *She’s still a kid.*
He understood.
The image of Eunha begging him not to leave haunted him.
Guilt weighed him down for days.
He took meds, went to therapy.
It was tough.
But he wanted to succeed and meet her as an equal someday.
Not as a lady and her servant.
As equal humans.
Korea’s invisible class barriers—he’d felt them more than anyone.
He hadn’t expected to reunite so soon.
Leaving a scar on Eunha’s heart left him uneasy.
Seeing Jaehyuk’s troubled face, Eunha gave a faint smile.
“Ugh, I was too harsh. Dinner was good, right? I wanted it to feel like a date… but it didn’t quite work.”
She scratched her cheek.
“This is new for me too. Haha, Eunha. Did you… pick that menu on purpose?”
Eunha shrugged.
“That place specializes in that food. I didn’t know.”
She released his arm, playing innocent.
Saying she didn’t know was a lie.
She didn’t add, “I wanted to devour you,” but Jaehyuk likely figured it out.
His cheeks flushed red, like they’d been painted.
“For real?”
“For real.”
The food was fine.
Even Jaehyuk, with his hellish taste buds that devoured anything edible, agreed.
He’d never savored a meal like that course. Eating to survive, usually.
But the menu felt off.
Given Eunha’s suggestive behavior that morning, he sensed he might be in for something tonight.
She’s hell-bent on eating me alive today.
The eel rice bowl was tasty, sure.
But serving only stamina-boosting foods and calling it a date?
This wasn’t the wholesome love Jaehyuk knew.
More like… married couple stuff.
No, no, no—we’re not even dating!
Jaehyuk clutched his forehead.
This relationship was forced by her confession.
He acknowledged Eunha’s age made her curious about intimacy.
But using threats and drugs to control him was flat-out illegal.
To keep Eunha out of trouble…
Keeping quiet was best.
A last resort, maybe, but the only option for now.
He might be addicted to their depraved acts.
Seeing her bare skin sent him into a euphoric haze, clouding rational judgment.
Then he remembered his promise to take the pill tonight.
Pushing aside a half-made sandwich, he stepped into the living room.
Slumping onto the sofa, his breath trembled.
He didn’t want to partake in that sin again.
The kitchen light went out.
Eunha emerged, gently stroking his head.
Oh, it’s starting.
Just as Jaehyuk braced himself—
“I’ll let you off tonight. You’re exhausted, right?”
He cheered inwardly.
Thank goodness. She’s capable of thought!
Eunha flicked her bangs, seeing his relieved face.
“But I’ll do this. Once in the morning, once at night. How’s that?”
“Wait, wha—”
Smack—
Eunha awkwardly pressed her lips to his.
Her first sober kiss.
Unlike the drunken one two nights ago, this felt different.
The set’s kiss was fleeting, unsatisfying.
Child’s play.
Jaehyuk, pinned on the sofa, tipped backward under her pressure.
It became an embarrassing position—Eunha straddling him, like a beast about to devour its prey.
Their skin was separated by a thin layer of cloth.
Realizing this, Jaehyuk’s face blazed red.
He didn’t show it, though—provoking Eunha could lead to disaster, and he wasn’t sure what kind.
“It’s okay, it’s okay…”
Pinned, he clumsily patted her head.
Right, we can fix this later. She’s not thinking straight now.
He assumed as much.
A silence stretched—each second like a minute, each minute like an hour.
Pop!
Eunha pulled away first, the sound of parting lips echoing.
“Hah, haa, Eunha…”
Jaehyuk whimpered, his face completely slack.
Eunha gazed at him lovingly.
He resisted as much as he could, but flinched at her perfume’s scent.
That trembling… so adorable.
“I won’t eat you tonight. Unless *you* want it, oppa. I’m always ready.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Really?”
He steadied his breath and nodded.
“Yeah.”
She clicked her tongue.
He thinks I’m a childish brat. Perfect in every way, except for being clueless!
She’d fix that someday.
A long taming process would do.
Eunha clung to his dazed self, walking on.
He was her savior, the one who embraced her love, her true family.
Above all, he was cool. No matter what, she was smitten.
Creak—
“Ahjussi~”
“Y-Yeah?”
“It’s late. Shall we… sleep?”
Eunha scanned his room.
In a word: tidy.
The bedding and setup screamed thirty-year-old bachelor.
Game posters, novels, and manga in drawers showed he was still a kid at heart.
Pretending to be mature, just like her.
She assumed other men’s rooms were similar—Jaehyuk’s was the only one she’d visited.
She turned back seductively. Jaehyuk yawned, clearly tired.
“Ahjussi.”
She patted his head, taming him gently, then stepped inside.
The door hid it, but the room held more items than she’d expected.
“Oh.”
Seeing a framed photo of her younger self, she smiled faintly.
From elementary to high school—so cute.
Jaehyuk’s shy, maturing face alongside.
She glanced back. He maintained a dazed expression.
“Mm, good choice on the perfume.”
The drug’s effect.
She stroked his head.
No resistance—just muttering “no” with zero conviction.
“Maybe I’ll let it slide tonight~”
She laid him on the bed, caressing his face.
His breathing was rough, his complexion flushed.
Thump, thump, thump—
She pressed her forehead to his chest.
His heartbeat grew stronger.
She turned on a recorder.
Gotta save this.
Placing it by his pillow, she grinned.
She’d snuck in the previous night too.
He still hasn’t noticed I picked the lock.
In his twenties, he’d have caught on and prepared.
But now, so dulled, far from the front lines.
Eunha found it easy.
She’d already mapped the house’s layout.
She’d duplicated the master key long ago.
She could come and go freely.
“No… Eunha’s precious…”
She saw him push her away, dazed.
Not rough, but soft.
Gentle, hoping not to hurt her.
Just give in, you oblivious idiot.
She didn’t mind his kindness, but a moment’s pleasure wouldn’t hurt.
Such a fool.
Fool.
He didn’t fall for her seduction.
She considered the pill but didn’t want to be hated.
“Ahjussi.”
“…Mm?”
“Do you like me?”
“I do.”
“As a lover?”
“…Precious family, Eunha.”
Same as before.
“Marry me.”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Mm.”
Such a liar.
He clearly loved her.
“What about Ma Joohui?”
“A good… colleague.”
“Good colleague. Hmm, nice excuse. Oppa, do you feel rational affection for her? Or something else? Have you ever attempted anything intimate with her? Or… did *she*?”
Eunha held her breath.
Her narrowed eyes gleamed blue in the moonlight.
Plus, he’d talked to Joohui today.
The drug didn’t just stoke desire—it broke mental barriers, revealing truth.
“…Nothing. Too busy with you.”
Eunha exhaled in relief.
“Phew.”
She knew it was pointless jealousy.
Joohui was decent—kind to juniors, always giving her all.
A legend in acting.
They’d been close since Eunha was young.
“You idiot. Can’t even take what’s offered.”
She nestled into his arms, blowing softly in his ear.
There were many ways to seduce.
Teasing nerves was one.
But Jaehyuk didn’t budge—partly sober, partly determined not to fall tonight.
He gently deflected her advances.
“Pretty strong resistance today, huh?”
“….”
“Ahjussi? Asleep?”
“Zzzz.”
He was out cold.
No alcohol, yet sleeping soundly.
Sigh, was the perfume too strong? Tolerance would be a problem.
She kissed his forehead briefly.
Curfew was soon.
But since she was here, she decided to explore his house thoroughly.
After all, knowing a husband’s secrets gave leverage.
This small place would be tough, but…
When they moved, it’d need to be bigger than a Gangnam penthouse.
Eunha clenched her fist—*pop!*
“Thirteen kids!”
A soccer team.
That’d be enough. She gripped her fist, resolute.
“Well, if ahjussi wants more, we could…”
Who knows?
Thud—
Something caught her foot.
Pink with white lines.
A sturdy object.
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