Prey (Lee Seohan) - Chapter 134
He was in a robe, a tablet placed on the table in front of him, seemingly having been working while she slept.
When their eyes met, Suhyeon’s embarrassment deepened, and she grabbed the sheet to cover herself.
“You’re the one who made it embarrassing,”
She muttered, biting her lip and glaring at him.
Who knew how many people might have walked past the room, hearing her endless moans?
“You don’t have to worry about the outside. They wouldn’t have heard anything.”
“How can you be so sure? Someone might have come to call us or…”
“I told them not to come near, so it’s fine.”
At Jeonghan’s words, Suhyeon blinked.
“…Really?”
“Yeah.”
As Suhyeon began to relax, her expression suddenly froze again.
Wouldn’t that seem even more obvious?
Taking a private jet with his ex-wife and explicitly forbidding anyone from approaching the bedroom—it wouldn’t take much imagination to figure out what was happening inside.
As Suhyeon’s mind spiraled with conflicting thoughts, Jeonghan stood and approached her.
“We’ll be landing in about two hours.”
“Two hours?”
Suhyeon flinched for an entirely different reason. Had they really spent nearly the entire 10-hour flight doing nothing but having s-x, aside from a brief meal?
And even then, she had to eat while perched on his lap, letting out soft moans, barely aware of what she was putting into her mouth.
“I need to shower,”
She muttered, hurriedly getting up.
The thought of cleaning herself, still sticky with traces of their intimacy, made her move quickly. She needed to shower, dry her hair, and change into fresh clothes—anything to make herself look more composed and less embarrassed when she eventually stepped outside.
As Suhyeon hurried into the shower booth connected to the bedroom, the door was suddenly held back.
“Huh?”
When she turned around, she saw Jeonghan holding the door.
“What are you—”
“I’ll help you wash.”
At his calm, unbothered expression, Suhyeon’s eyes widened.
“No, it’s fine. I can wash myself.”
Ignoring her refusal, Jeonghan stepped into the shower booth with her.
“I said I’ll do it myself.”
Once again, Jeonghan paid no attention to her protests. He grabbed the showerhead, turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature. Suhyeon’s face flushed as she watched him do this.
‘Why is he doing something he’s never done before… here of all places?’
Even at home, he’d never helped her shower or joined her like this.
Feeling flustered by Jeonghan’s unfamiliar actions, Suhyeon tried her best to hide her embarrassment as she glanced up at him.
“Stand still.”
Hesitating for a moment, Suhyeon eventually stood quietly as instructed.
Jeonghan adjusted the water temperature and began to wet her skin, starting from her arms, then moving to her shoulders, and down to her chest.
…This is so embarrassing.
Suhyeon felt her cheeks grow hot.
Jeonghan’s face remained calm and composed, showing no hint of desire, which only made her feel more self-conscious. She was the only one stripped bare, her body exposed in the bright light, down to the most private areas.
“How’s the water temperature?”
“…It’s fine.”
Suhyeon realized that the more she resisted, the longer this awkward situation would last. Swallowing her embarrassment, she resolved to cooperate as much as possible.
Yet, despite her efforts, her face kept heating up.
The sensation of his large hands lathering her wet body with soap was unexpectedly suggestive, leaving her flustered.
‘Sigh…’
Why am I the only one feeling weird about this?
Lowering her gaze, Suhyeon bit her lip nervously. Watching Jeonghan’s focused expression as he diligently worked soap over her body made her mouth go dry.
His hands moved lower amidst the lather, sliding down her body.
The slippery foam touched every inch of her skin, even the most intimate places.
“Ah…”
A faint moan escaped her lips before she hurriedly swallowed it.
‘He probably didn’t hear it over the sound of the water, right?’
Jeonghan seemed oblivious, fully focused on washing her body as if nothing else mattered.
The large, soapy hand began to rub more provocatively against her skin.
“Hnng…”
At the tingling sensation of friction from the foam, Suhyeon quickly protested.
“Th-that’s enough there!”
“This spot is the most soiled.”
“I-I know, but still…”
“Still?”
Jeonghan bent slightly at the waist, lifting his gaze to meet hers.
“!”
Suhyeon’s eyes wavered.
The eyes that met hers up close no longer carried the calm pretense he had shown earlier. Instead, a dark, burning desire flickered within them, betraying the composed mask he had worn moments ago.
