As Mi-joo regained her senses with the sensation of feathers popping up, she spoke.
“But last night, you were using informal language, and now it’s formal?”
Was it just informal language? Throughout the night, Si-yoon had also poured out explicit words he hadn’t even thought of.
“Should I go back to informal language?”
As Si-yoon overlapped his body with Mi-joo’s, her soft body touched his chest between the open gown.
And grabbing the end of the blanket, Si-yoon took off Mi-joo’s hand that was holding onto it and placed it on his shoulder.
“Which way do you prefer me to say it?”
“What?”
Mi-joo couldn’t judge which was better. Si-yoon himself was good, and there was nothing missing in Si-yoon’s words and actions.
“If you prefer formal language, let’s use formal language.”
“…….”
“If you like informal language, let’s both use informal language.”
No, why does even the expression change according to formal or informal language?
“If you want me to curse, I can do that too.”
“What? Why would you want to curse?”
Mi-joo, once again surprised by his unhesitating words, glared at Si-yoon. However, this small rebellion lasted only for a moment. Feeling embarrassed as her face gradually heated up, she buried her face in Si-yoon’s neck as if to hide.
Si-yoon laughed heartily as if finding it amusing. Every time he teased her, he looked at her with a mischievous gaze, like a rabbit glancing at a cat. Si-yoon liked such Mi-joo.
Feeling drawn to her charm, he wanted to tease and act mischievously toward Mi-joo.
“What do you like? What should we do?”
Shaking Mi-joo’s body, which couldn’t readily respond, Si-yoon asked again.
If she had known it would become such an awkward situation, Mi-joo thought she shouldn’t have asked such unnecessary questions. Nevertheless, Mi-joo attempted a counterattack.
“Then, what should I do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you prefer me to use informal language, or do you like formal language?”
Si-yoon paused for a moment, recalling the previous night. Then, he lightly tapped Mi-joo’s lower lip.
“Maybe you can’t use informal language?”
“What?”
“Even in urgent situations yesterday, you kept using formal language, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Just a moment. Okay, rest. It was like this.”
Mi-joo recalled the words she had uttered last night along with the ecstatic breathing. The words she had shouted out uncontrollably along with the moans.
“I can’t have forgotten them just a few hours ago.”
“…….”
Si-yoon laughed coolly. Meanwhile, his hand was gently caressing Mi-joo.
Thoughts about last night. The current trembling. A sense of embarrassment flooded Si-yoon at the end of complex emotions he couldn’t express himself.
Trying to push Si-yoon away and quickly get up, Mi-joo found that Si-yoon wouldn’t let her go.
As Si-yoon approached Mi-joo a little more, his weight came closer to her as a pleasant sensation. His gaze was burning with an unspoken desire.
Mi-joo couldn’t be unaware of his feelings and the current situation. Hugging Si-yoon tightly, she whispered.
“I’m okay with doing it again.”
With that one word, Si-yoon was receiving a direct signal. Now it’s the first night again.
Though it was still early, Byeong-jun was tilting a glass at the hotel bar.
After the auction incident, Byeong-jun decided to transfer the ownership of the artwork to Si-yoon from his father, Director Kim.
Of course, he pocketed twice the expected auction price from Si-yoon.
‘I may feel bad for letting that guy Si-yoon have his way, but well, it’s not a bad business when the money comes in right away.’
Before transferring ownership to Si-yoon, it was necessary to cancel the bid with the auction company, but the auction company expressed displeasure at the abrupt suspension of Kim Jae-jun’s auction, which had been gaining much publicity.
However, Si-yoon stepped in to handle it. Si-yoon appointed Danny as his legal representative and finalized the complex documentation.
“Why should I pay the auction withdrawal fee? Why should my money go to waste? It’s unforgivable for money to flow out of my pocket.”
I don’t even consider the money I spend as wasted.
By now, Byeong-jun had received the money, and the artwork wasn’t a concern to him. Therefore, there was no way the fee would come out of Byeong-jun’s pocket.
Si-yoon already knew that Byeong-jun would act that way, but he willingly took care of all the aftermath.
“Well, since it involves my father’s artwork, I ran to put out the fire under my feet.”
Byeong-jun, aware of Si-yoon’s vulnerability as a family man, had played with his brother’s artwork. It was the only way to deal some blow to Si-yoon, who sat idly without batting an eye.
Director Kim had told him to return as soon as the auction was over, but Byeong-jun was delaying his return. Before entering without a plan, he needed to understand the situation.
Hearing the news of Si-yoon’s marriage felt dizzying, as if he had received a blow, and he sensed that the situation was turning unfavorable.
“If I don’t get married within the period my father set, the Cultural Foundation was supposed to come under my control.”
Contrary to his expectations, Si-yoon had brought a daughter-in-law who pleased Director Kim and married her, leaving Byeong-jun’s heart sinking.
Sitting in the hotel bar since the afternoon, Byeong-jun sipped on his drink, but the taste of alcohol didn’t come through. It was because the sense of crisis that everything might be taken away by Si-yoon felt imminent.
“Surely, my father had given away that good position to Si-yoon, but did my father know that this guy was dating in the United States?”
The thoughts in his head were complicated, but he couldn’t find a solution. However, he couldn’t ask Director Kim, nor could he go to Si-yoon and investigate.
“Ah, at times like this, it would be nice to have one or two people who understand my words well.”
But Byeong-jun didn’t have anyone he could trust to handle things. Due to Byeong-jun’s ungrateful handling of business, most people stuck around for a while but eventually left.
“Oh, Mr. Kim Byeong-jun.”
At that moment, a woman’s high-toned voice called out to Byeong-jun.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
