The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 289 I'll let you go once you've cleaned up.
"You're shameless! Why did you drag Youngjoon oppa into this!" Lee Ji-eun was indignant for her Youngjoon oppa and disgusted by President Bae's despicable behavior.

“You’re the one who dragged him into this. This is a good job.” Bae Young-joon put pressure on Lee Ji-eun. “If you lose it, you’ll be very sad, and you’ll have to start all over again.”

“So what if I lose him? I can support him!” Lee Ji-eun retorted, clearly deeply in love.

"What will everyone think of him?" Bae Young-joon pressed on.

"Look at him however you want, I like him anyway!" Lee Ji-eun glared at Bae Young-joon, but her tone was already tinged with panic.

"Really, no matter how much he likes you, he might stop liking you because you caused him to lose his job." Bae Young-joon got more and more excited as he played around.

"Impossible!" Lee Ji-eun denied in a panic.

“Ji-eun,” Bae Young-joon smiled, his tone sincere, “your boyfriend also has his own life, why drag him down?”

"You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Lee Ji-eun glared at him angrily, her brows furrowed. "President Bae, you're being way too mean."

"To get you, I have no choice but to become a little bad," Bae Yong-joon chuckled, moving his right hand to touch her small hand.

Lee Ji-eun trembled, but this time she didn't speak or move away, and just sat there steadily.

"Now, is there anything else you want to say?" He played with the small hand in his palm, as if it were a delicate work of art.

“…President Bae.” Lee Ji-eun struggled slightly, her tone softening considerably, as if Bae Young-joon had her lifeline in his grasp.

"That's a pretty good attitude," Bae Young-joon smiled. "Unlike just now, when he poured water all over me."

"Are you willing to listen now?"

Looking at Lee Ji-eun in front of him, his feelings became increasingly complicated, a sense of conquest welled up, yet there was also a subtle thrill.

"President," Lee Ji-eun said softly, letting him play with her hand, "I'm sorry."

"Is 'sorry' all it takes?" Bae Young-joon asked again.

"Then what are you going to do?" Lee Ji-eun's face showed a shy and uneasy expression.

"Come here." Bae Young-joon released her hand, leaned back in his chair, and beckoned to her.

Lee Ji-eun didn't move.

“You’ve soaked me, you should at least wipe yourself off,” Bae Young-joon said again.

A glass of ice-cold lemonade was splashed all over him, leaving a noticeable wet patch on his chest.

"Okay." Lee Ji-eun reluctantly stood up, picked up the handkerchief on the table, walked around the table, bent down, and began to wipe the water stains off Bae Young-joon's clothes little by little.

Her dark, smooth braids hung down in front of Bae Young-joon's eyes, brushing against her small orange nipples, outlining her petite and rounded curves, and exuding a captivating perfume scent.

Bae Yong-joon cupped her swaying braid in his palm. Her hair was smooth and soft, and the ends brushed against his skin, causing a slight pain and a slight itch, sending jolts through him like electric currents.

“Ugh…” Lee Ji-eun’s body trembled.

"You do your thing, don't worry about me." Bae Young-joon ruffled Lee Ji-eun's braids, seemingly finding it quite amusing.

Lee Ji-eun frowned, biting her lower lip as if trying to hold back, and continued wiping him.

The two were standing very close together. Lee Ji-eun's dress neckline was slightly open, revealing a hint of softness. Coupled with her expression of endurance, it was even more captivating.

Bae Young-joon did not move it.

"Is that alright?" Lee Ji-eun patted the water off his collar, straightened up, and her fair and innocent face was now flushed. "This is the only way."

"Let go..." She tugged at her braid, seemingly unable to meet Bae Young-joon's gaze, and turned to leave. "Alright."

Bae Young-joon grabbed her wrist.

"Hmm~" Lee Ji-eun snorted, "President."

Bae Young-joon tilted his head to indicate the watermarks on his cheek.

Lee Ji-eun picked up her handkerchief again to wipe him, but Bae Young-joon blocked her hand.

"Your handkerchief is all dirty, how can you wipe your face?"

"Then, what should we do?" Lee Ji-eun asked, seemingly at a loss.

“Water…” Bae Young-joon looked at her pale pink lips, “It’s for drinking.” “President…” Lee Ji-eun shook her head.

"Listen to me," Bae Young-joon said. "Just make sure it's clean."

Lee Ji-eun stood there for a moment, her slender fingers clenching the slightly damp handkerchief in her hand, seemingly struggling internally.

Looking at the expression on her face, Bae Young-joon felt that she really loved to act.

However, he really enjoyed it; it was novel and exciting.

Lee Ji-eun bit her lower lip, struggled for a long time, and finally leaned down to his cheek, her pink lips slightly parted, sucking the water droplets on his cheek.

His soft lips brushed against her cheek, leaving a tingling sensation. Bae Yong-joon's right hand deftly grabbed her braid again, playing with this symbol of innocence.

Then, he slowly moved upwards along the braid, and amidst Lee Ji-eun's slightly rapid breathing, he pinched her chin, turned his head slightly, and captured her soft lips.

Warm and soft, with a sweet, youthful scent, and the lingering aroma of lemonade on the lips, slightly sour and astringent, is incredibly alluring.

Bae Young-joon was enjoying this moment of conquest.

He won this game.

Bae Yong-joon's right hand moved up her slender waist, across her side, and his fingertips touched the soft little orange.

"Ugh!" Lee Ji-eun pushed him away breathlessly, her big eyes moist. "President, please don't..."

"What's wrong? It's just wiping away some water, why are you reacting so strongly?" Bae Yong-joon complained first, "Don't spill any more, you've gotten me all over again."

"Sorry, I've already wiped it for you." Lee Ji-eun tried to get up, but Bae Young-joon grabbed her wrist.

"Don't rush, there's more," Bae Young-joon said slowly.

"Anything else? Where?" Lee Ji-eun asked, glistening saliva still clinging to her soft lips.

Bae Young-joon's gaze fell downwards.

Lee Ji-eun also looked down, and water droplets ran down the buttons of her shirt, past her belt, and scattered between her legs.

"No, President, I'm sorry, I..." Lee Ji-eun struggled weakly as his hand gripped her wrist.

"Wipe it clean, wipe it clean and I'll let you go." Looking into her teary eyes, Pei Yongjun felt a strong connection with her, and without realizing it, he became even more skilled at it.

"Really?" Lee Ji-eun asked hesitantly.

"I keep my word." Bae Yong-joon nodded, pulled her down to sit on the chair with a little force, and then released her small hand.

"Come."

Lee Ji-eun tentatively stretched out her delicate little hand, her face full of reluctance.

It's a little cool, the knuckles are slender, and the palms feel slightly fleshy—it's incredibly comfortable.

Bae Young-joon slowly inhaled, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Lee Ji-eun's ashamed and humiliated expression. He couldn't help but raise his hand and lift her chin.

Hmm, that expression is even more captivating now.

"Is it all done? It's all cleaned up," Lee Ji-eun said.

"No."

"Didn't you say you meant what you said?"

"What did you use to wipe it just now?"

Bae Yong-joon stared at her glistening lips.

“You…” Lee Ji-eun clenched her fists, “I have a boyfriend.”

"I was just helping him wipe it down; I enjoyed it for him."

Bae Young-joon smiled and watched as Lee Ji-eun bent down.

Hmm, I feel pretty good tonight.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

(End of this chapter)