Prologue

　　Seunghyun all but threw Yeonsu into the back seat. As she scrambled to sit up, her golden eyes glowed even in the darkness.

　　“Ah, ngh…”

　　They were the eyes of a woman who wanted him, but he knew she didn’t want him. Seunghyun finally understood the source of the heat spreading through his own body. It was her. Cha Yeonsu. The sensation of being forced into arousal against his will was repulsive.

　　“Detective… I-I’m so hot. Gasp, please, hurry…”

　　“Bear with it. We’re going somewhere. Just hold on.”

　　Yeonsu clutched at his collar, her plea like a whine. At such a close distance, her sweet, feverish scent washed over him.

　　“You promised. That whenever I wanted… ngh… I could use you.”

　　It was a feeble grip he could have easily shaken off, yet he couldn’t bring himself to resist. He was being led by this small woman’s touch. A sense of defeat at having finally succumbed to this false lust twisted Seunghyun’s face.

　　“…I made myself clear. I told you to endure it.”

　　Seunghyun shrugged off the jacket that was being hopelessly crumpled in Yeonsu’s hands, tossed it into the passenger seat, and looked down at her. Disgust and desire mingled in his eyes.

　　“Haah… That feels so cool… more…”

　　Unable to wait, Yeonsu wrapped her arms around Seunghyun’s neck and pressed her lips to his nape, inhaling his scent. Seunghyun could no longer refuse her artless, insistent advances.

　　“Aah, ngh… Detective.”

　　“…You started this.”

　　The door shut behind him, and the car’s interior, now sealed off from the cold winter air, quickly filled with a suffocating heat. Tilting his head, Seunghyun’s lips swallowed the rest of Yeonsu’s words. Unable to bear his weight, her body sank lower and lower. A satisfied moan escaped her lips.

　　“Ah… Mmm…”

　　“Open your mouth.”

　　“Haah… Hngh.”

　　As Seunghyun pushed his tongue past her awkwardly parted lips, her own, hot, soft, and burning with fever, clumsily met his. He always ended up like this, aroused by her clumsy gestures. He couldn’t let her know. He couldn’t imagine how this cunning woman would manipulate him if she discovered how helplessly undone he was by her. In this relationship, he had to be the one in control.

　　To hide his turmoil, Seunghyun’s advances grew rougher. Unable to withstand it, Yeonsu pushed against his hard chest. Annoyed by her rejection, he grabbed both of her hands in one of his, pinned them above her head, and spoke as if berating her.

　　“What is it? I’m giving you what you wanted.”

　　“Ah, hic… c-can’t… breathe…”

　　Meeting her trembling eyes, he saw her natural color was returning, however unstably. The more intimate the physical contact, the faster the backlash was neutralized. Seunghyun’s hand fumbled at Yeonsu’s waist, where her top had ridden up, then undid her buckle. Feeling a primal sense of danger, Yeonsu tensed her thighs.

　　“Ah, not there… that, I… I don’t want to… Detective, let’s just kiss.”

　　Seunghyun looked up, his eyes blazing as he glared at her. “Your backlash is this severe, and you think a kiss will be enough?”

　　“Ngh…”

　　“Relax your thighs. I’m cooperating with you right now, just as you wanted, Ms. Cha,” he said coldly, the temperature of his words in stark contrast to their feverish bodies. “Do you think what we’re doing right now is sex?”

　　She didn’t answer.

　　“We are neutralizing your backlash. ‘I will cooperate to the fullest extent.’ Wasn’t that the condition you proposed?”

　　At his sharp words, the tension slowly drained from Yeonsu’s rigid body.

　　“And that’s why I’m actively cooperating. Am I wrong?” he asked.

　　He was right. Just as he said, she was the one who had wanted this, even going so far as to propose a contract. Yeonsu squeezed her eyes shut. Seunghyun stripped off her remaining clothes and underwear, leaving her lower body completely exposed. He then brought a hand to the entrance of her vagina, stroking the area around it.

　　“So…”

　　“Ngh. Hahh… Aah…”

　　“Cooperate with me as well.”