The Kiss That Broke the Rules

Honestly, I didn’t really care.

Sitting on the floor was actually more comfortable, since I didn’t have to worry about suddenly dropping down like before.

With my hearing blocked, I leaned in again and pressed my lips to Jeong Iheon’s.

Avoiding his glare, I lowered my gaze and lightly bit at his tightly sealed lips.

Because my eyes were downcast, I couldn’t tell how his expression changed.

All I knew was that he had no intention of yielding, his lips still firmly shut.

‘So this is how you want to play it?’

I was the type who only got more stubborn when met with resistance.

There was no rule saying I couldn’t use my hands during a kiss.

So I lifted my fully mobile right hand and placed it over his chest.

The violent thudding of his heart transferred straight into my palm.

Startled by the sensation, I widened my eyes and looked up at him.

When our eyes met, Jeong Iheon squeezed his shut as if irritated.

Realizing that his heart was racing as fast as Won-gyeong’s, my own heartbeat began to accelerate in response.

This wasn’t even a kiss yet, just a light brush of lips. I hadn’t expected Jeong Iheon’s composure to crumble so easily.

If anything, he looked more like a first-timer than I did.

‘Not that that could possibly be true.’

I pulled my hand away from his overworked chest.

My hand slid down past his torso toward his waist, but with both of his hands still clamped over my ears, Jeong Iheon could only twitch instead of stopping me.

If he really wanted to stop me, he’d let go of my ears.

Until then, I decided to take his inaction as permission to do whatever I wanted.

Maybe because his heart was pounding so wildly, a strange ticklish sensation crept up on me.

It was strange to feel this fluttery when this wasn’t an act driven by affection.

My hand slid down from his waist and landed on his thigh.

His thigh was rock-solid, completely different from my legs, which stayed soft no matter how much muscle I tried to build.

The world was really unfair.

Despite my poor stamina, I’d worked out diligently. Even living in a bunker, I’d never been lazy.

And yet my physical capabilities never improved.

It felt like something had drawn a hard line around my limits and sealed them off.

Otherwise, this level of weakness made no sense.

Maybe he noticed my momentary distraction.

Jeong Iheon, who had begun to part his lips slightly, clamped them shut again.

As if apologizing for my wandering thoughts, I gently teased his lips.

I felt his thigh twitch beneath my hand.

He didn’t seem like the same person who had been mocking me earlier.

When I glanced up at him, his blue eyes were open again, watching me closely.

That vivid blue, as always.

I lowered my gaze from those sky-blue eyes, licked his lips, and gently sucked.

At last, Jeong Iheon allowed me fully inside.

His large hands were still firmly covering my ears.

Hearing the wet sound of our lips meeting, I pressed deeper into him.

Even though I could feel his breath, he somehow still felt distant.

‘Is it because my hand is pressing on his thigh?’

To stimulate his pleasure more effectively, I lifted my hand from his thigh and looped one arm around his neck.

Only having one usable arm felt especially inconvenient today.

When I hung onto his neck, he was pulled down toward me, bending deeply at the waist.

My chest pressed tightly against his, the sensation of my body compressing against his clear and vivid.

At this point, I expected him to remove his hands from my ears.

But Jeong Iheon stubbornly refused to let go.

What started as a rather unpleasant kiss felt surprisingly good.

As I listened to the slow rhythm of my own heartbeat and sank into him, he flinched slightly and cautiously entangled his tongue with mine.

That tentative movement was so unlike his usual behavior that I nearly laughed.

Jeong Iheon followed my lead completely, bending deeply wherever I pulled him.

I was comfortable, but it was obvious at a glance that he wasn’t.

If he’d just removed the hands covering my ears, he could have adjusted to a better position.

But he stubbornly kept them there.

‘Does he really hate me hearing his heartbeat that much?’

Staring at his face, I flicked my gaze up toward the ceiling where the dare objective was written.

Even with the system’s involvement, the content was in exceptionally poor taste.

It was painfully clear that this situation existed solely for sexual provocation.

The moment that realization sank in again, the warmth in my body cooled.

Unlike my leisurely movements up until now, I straightened slightly and lowered the arm around his neck.

Jeong Iheon opened his eyes, looking at me as if to ask what I was doing.

I glanced over his blue eyes and smiled with just my gaze.

Reflected faintly in his pupils was my own face, eyes curved in a smile.

Every movement of his stopped completely.

Even as I tangled my tongue with his, he remained frozen, like a program that had ceased functioning.

He just stared at me, eyes open.

Leaving him like that, I lowered my hand again and placed it on his thigh.

The surface felt flat—apparently not the side where he was storing himself.

When I explored a little farther to the side, something large and soft pressed briefly into my palm.

The moment I squeezed it lightly and pulled my hand away, Jeong Iheon jolted upright as if struck by lightning.

With reactions like that, I couldn’t understand who had been mocking whom earlier.

Since I had no intention of doing anything beyond kissing, I didn’t deliberately touch him again.

Instead, I slowly moved my hand along his other thigh.

Even the simple act of pressing against his inner thigh made his eyes tremble visibly.

His delicate lashes fluttered so much it almost felt like I was bullying him.

Just as I was about to stimulate him a little more—

[ Dare Objective Achieved! ]

The system message appeared first in my vision, followed by the same words lighting up on the ceiling.

‘Done!’

Relieved, I tilted my head back to pull away—

And Jeong Iheon followed my movement.

“Ah.”

The shift from my control to his happened in an instant.

He bit down hard on my lips and invaded my mouth, thoroughly overpowering me.

As the initiative flipped, my heart—until now beating calmly—began to race.

Half from surprise at the sudden turn, half from the way his gaze bore into me like he meant to devour me.

The fragile lashes and watery eyes from moments ago were gone.

Instead, blue fire seemed to blaze in his eyes.

His tongue ravaged the sensitive roof of my mouth and inner cheeks.

This wasn’t a kiss.

It felt like being eaten.

Jeong Iheon didn’t blink once as he devoured my reactions.

‘I’m going to be eaten… I really am.’

I hurriedly grabbed his collar and clung to him.

I was on the verge of being completely pinned beneath his weight.

He made me lean against his thigh.

Something pressing firmly near my waist startled me.

‘This bastard—he’s completely worked up!’

Still clinging to his collar, I struggled to push his tongue away.

But there was no overturning the overwhelming difference in strength.

He crushed my resistance easily, wrapping his tongue around mine and pulling.

The force was strong enough to make the base of my tongue ache, sending shivers down to my waist.

Heat pooled between my legs.

Maybe it wasn’t just my imagination.

When I clawed weakly at his chest, his eyes curved into a narrow smile.

‘This bastard…!’

He was mimicking the eye-smile I’d shown him earlier.

Knowing that did nothing to help—I could only dig my fingers into his chest harder and give in to the kiss.

Unlike me, who had only teased his mouth lightly, Jeong Iheon completely overwhelmed me with his broad tongue.

He sucked and pulled repeatedly, clamping his thighs together.

When I clung desperately to him, he smiled over and over, only releasing me when I was on the verge of suffocating.

His hands finally left my ears.

I collapsed against his thigh.

Resting my head there, I looked up to see him smiling faintly down at me.

“Fun, wasn’t it?”

As sound rushed back in, my ears rang slightly.

Slowly processing his words, I let out an incredulous breath.

“Who do you think you are? You didn’t need to do that.”

“It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one suffering.”

“Then take it up with the rift!
Don’t take it out on me!”

I snapped irritably.

Still smiling, Jeong Iheon lifted his hand.

His hard fingers brushed my lips.

With an awkward, almost clumsy touch, he rubbed at my mouth as he spoke.

“It wasn’t taking it out on you.”

His voice was low.

He rubbed at my lips with an unreadable expression, then quickly returned to his usual demeanor.

Wrapping an arm around my back, he helped me up, glanced at the ceiling, and then scooped me up effortlessly.

One of his thighs was still noticeably tense.

“Shall we get out now?”

“You’re really going out like that?”

“What’s the problem? If someone doesn’t like it, they can look away.”