Da-jeong met Tae-sang’s gaze squarely and asked. However, Tae-sang, while slightly squeezing the hand he held, remained silent.
“I can handle everything.”
Her gaze hardened slightly at his seemingly unsatisfied attitude. Tae-sang looked at her with a mix of willingness and regret.
“Such words…”
Wondering if she knew what it meant to say she could handle it. The guilt of not being able to protect, the intense longing over the long years. Tae-sang’s heart was heavy with emotions, deep and profound. If Da-jeong knew the depth of these feelings, she might not be able to smile like before.
So, he had to swallow them. The words swirling on his tongue, the emotions about to burst.
Now, he needed to gently push just a little of his feelings toward her, just as much as Da-jeong could bear.
Tae-sang gently pulled her small hand to his lips.
“You shouldn’t say such things lightly.”
His red lips descended onto the knuckles where the ring lay.
Slowly, tenderly. He pressed his lips against each finger, imprinting his breath on them.
Da-jeong stood her ground, feeling intensely hot yet enduring it.
“I really like you too, Tae-sang.”
A slightly aggrieved voice escaped her unintentionally.
“Really, I like you a lot…”
Was that the signal? His drooping eyelids slowly lifted, revealing burning black eyes.
“Da-jeong…”
His warm breath poured out between softly parting lips. He gazed deeply into her eyes as he slowly pulled her hand toward him.
“Listen well.”
Her hand stopped over his firm chest.
Thump-thump-thump.
When he pressed her hand down, her palm felt the vigorous beating of his heart, as if it would break through his chest.
I love you.
His physical gesture spoke those words. Da-jeong looked up at him with trembling eyes, overwhelmed by emotion.
His gaze poured down like he couldn’t cherish her enough.
Suddenly, a surge of emotion welled up from deep within Da-jeong. She threw herself into his embrace.
The thumping she had only felt in her fingertips was now transmitted to her chest. It seemed to resonate in her bones, even in her mind.
To Da-jeong, this feeling was more comforting than frightening.
“Have I lost?”
Who loves whom more was not a matter of competition. But if it were, perhaps she would taste defeat every day.
Da-jeong buried her face deep in his chest. Her eyes closed involuntarily, intoxicated with happiness.
“Yes, you’ve lost.”
His voice, mixed with the air, was light in her ear.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me what’s inside here.”
“….”
“But next time, I’ll win. I may have lost today, but there’s always tomorrow, and the day after.”
“Ha,”
Tae-sang let out a light, joyous laugh. Then, he tightened his arms around her waist. Temperature, scent, even the slightest movement. He pulled her in until all his senses were filled with Da-jeong.
Now, there was no more room to get closer, but still feeling something was missing, Tae-sang wrapped his large hand around Da-jeong’s round head.
Bending his head completely to envelop her small form in his embrace, a contented smile finally spread across his lips.
“No chance,” Tae-sang whispered.
With his eyes closed, he felt Da-jeong. The soft sensation enveloping his whole body instinctively told him one thing.
He could never let go of Da-jeong, who had run into his arms.
In the quiet office.
The white steam rising from the coffee fluttered like mirages. Although somewhat enchanting, Tae-sang didn’t spare it a glance.
His attention was captured by the schedule notification program on the screen.
‘How much longer…’
He had put aside all his urgent tasks just to stare at Da-jeong’s flight schedule. Today, she was on standby, ready to be called for a flight at five minutes’ notice.
Tae-sang felt like he was enduring an endless torture. If she were called for a long-haul flight, he wouldn’t see her for at least four days.
The thought of it felt like his heart was being grilled on a hot plate.
It had been only a week since they started living together, yet he already couldn’t imagine life without Da-jeong.
“Sigh…”
Tired of repeatedly refreshing the screen, Tae-sang pressed his brows together.
The program was unparalleled for checking schedules, and knowing where she was could be convenient, as Da-jeong had said when she gave him the password. Surely, she hadn’t shared it expecting such a pitiful use.
It was his own hands, acting independently of his rational mind, that were the problem.
Just as he was about to refresh one last time, the heavily shut door smoothly opened.
“Knock, knock. Mr. Playboy patient, here for your check-up.”
The verbal knock was quite cheeky. The man who poked his head through the door gap slipped into the office with a slight smile.
Tae-sang refocused on the screen as if there was nothing more to see.
“You’re not going to say ‘sit down’?”
“Sit down. In your own house.”
“Ah, really… I must be crazy. What’s so pretty about this.”
“You know well.”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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