Chapter: 0.163 One touch I

ion in the air was almost electric.

Rena clutched the towel tighter against her body, cheeks still flushed from the shock of the morning. Her damp crimson hair clung to her skin, framing her golden eyes which shimmered with confusion, embarrassment, and something else she refused to name.

Across from her, Jin leaned lazily against the edge of the bed, his crimson eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. He wore a black shirt, only half-buttoned, exposing part of his porcelain-white chest. The sharp lines of his collarbones and the faint definition of his upper body were on full display. Black trousers hugged his legs, and his gloved hands — missing their fingertips — revealed elegant, pale fingers that tapped against his knee.

"You know," he said, tone deceptively casual, "you have beautiful breasts."

Rena froze.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Jin tilted his head slightly, smirk deepening. "I wonder what they taste like."

Her eyes widened in sheer disbelief. "Y-you...!" she gasped, her voice cracking as a hot wave of color surged across her face.

His red eyes flickered with mirth, almost glowing under the soft morning light.

"You're unbelievable!" she snapped, stepping back, arms tightly hugging the towel around her. "Pervert. Idiot. Disgusting pig!"

Tears shimmered in her golden eyes — not from sadness, but from the sheer emotional overwhelm of the moment. She wasn't even sure what she felt. Anger? Embarrassment? Or something deeper, messier, and more terrifying?

Her voice trembled. "Stay away from me…"

Jin stepped closer.

His boots echoed softly on the marble as he closed the distance. His expression didn't shift, still half-smiling, still taunting.

"Relax," he said, voice low and teasing. "I'm not interested in you like that. Sure, your body's amazing. Stunning, even. But... you're not exactly irresistible."

That stopped her.

Rina blinked.

Her gaze snapped to him, sharp and burning. "What... did you just say?"

He shrugged with maddening nonchalance. "I mean, you've got curves, sure. But you're not seductive. Not like—" He trailed off, eyes glinting.

Something inside Rina snapped.

The towel slipped from her hands and dropped silently to the floor. She stood tall, proud, her bare skin glowing with residual mana, her wet hair now beginning to dry in waves of heat rising from her skin.

Her aura flared.

Flames licked at her limbs — not real fire, but the presence of fire. The room grew warmer, the air thickened. Her golden eyes burned with fury and defiance.

"I'm not seductive?" she hissed, stepping forward, her voice lower, more dangerous. "You don't find me desirable? You don't see me as a woman?"

Jin blinked.

"I see a gorilla," he deadpanned.

Her hand shot forward and pushed him.

Jin stumbled back and fell onto the bed.

Before he could move, Rena straddled him, her body hovering above his, her breath fast, her golden eyes blazing with a storm of conflicting emotions — rage, hurt, arousal, pride.

She smirked down at him, her tone mocking now. "You forgot something important, husband."

He raised a brow.

"I'm your wife," she whispered, fingers trailing down his chest. "I have every right to see your body... just as you've seen mine."

Her hands slid to the buttons of his shirt.

Jin didn't stop her.

His smirk remained, but behind it, there was curiosity. Hunger. Challenge.

Rena's fingers trembled slightly, but she continued, undoing one button after another, exposing more of his pale, flawless skin. She leaned down and brushed her lips against his collarbone.

He inhaled.

Rena felt her own body tremble at the heat that coiled low in her belly.

Why am I doing this?

Why does it feel so... right?

She kissed along his neck, soft, uncertain kisses at first. Then deeper, more confident. Her lips brushed his skin. Her tongue tasted the faint salt of him, the warmth of his mana. Her body ached with an unfamiliar tension.

"I hate you," she muttered against his throat.

Jin chuckled. "You have a strange way of showing it."

She bit him — gently, just beneath his ear.

He inhaled sharply.

Her heart thudded. Did I like that?

"Do you think I'm a joke?" she whispered. "Do you think I'm just a girl to tease?"

She pulled back slightly, sitting upright atop him. Her breath was ragged, her hair wild, her cheeks burning. But her golden eyes were steady now. Clear.

Jin looked up at her.

"I think," he said slowly, "you're terrifying."

Then he sat up slightly and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. His hand lingered there, cupping her face.

"And beautiful."

Her lips parted.

He leaned in.

This time, when they kissed, it wasn't playful. It wasn't an accident. It was slow, deliberate, and aching with everything they couldn't say. Rena melted into it, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt. Her skin tingled where his hand touched her back.

She didn't know when she started trembling.

She didn't know when she whispered his name.

But when his fingers traced the curve of her spine, she arched into him instinctively. Her body knew what her mind still feared to admit.

She wanted him.

Not just his kisses. Not just his voice. She wanted him.

And in that moment — for once — she didn't feel weak. She felt powerful.

He was beneath her.

And she had him.

Jin thought, "Well, I wanted to make sure of her feelings, and now it's time for me to stop her before she does something we'll both regret."

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Heat: Jin means that he wants to stop her quickly because if he allows her to touch him more, she will become addicted to physical contact with Jin, and Jin does not want his wife to be a lustful girl who only thinks about her body and will lose her focus.