A Forest flowing with Milk and Honey - Chapter 8.2

Woo-rim’s teary eyes locked onto his, silently asking, “What do I do?”

Suppressing the urge to scold her, Tae-oh quickly assessed the situation. The shed’s small window was too narrow for even Woo-rim to escape through.

Removing his jacket, Tae-oh doused it with water from the garden hose.

“Cover yourself, and breathe through this.”
As the thick smoke filled the shed, Woo-rim obeyed, covering her mouth with the wet fabric. People had already begun to fight the fire, but Tae-oh knew the weak structure wouldn’t hold for long.

“Stand right there, don’t move! If you take even one step, we both die. Understand?”

“Where are you going?” Woo-rim cried, but Tae-oh ignored her, sprinting off.

He raced to his car, started it, and drove through the uneven garden as fast as he could, ignoring the shouts and shocked faces around him.
“If you don’t want to die, MOVE!”
With that short warning, he rammed the car into the weak shed wall.

CRASH!

The wall crumbled under the impact. From the other side, Woo-rim’s eyes widened as she saw the shed wall collapse. The flames threatened to consume the car, but Tae-oh didn’t hesitate. He leaped out and grabbed the stunned Woo-rim.

Debris from the collapsing shed fell, but Tae-oh shielded Woo-rim with his body, his shoulder burning from the heat. There was no time for pain—he had to get her out.

As they ran, the shed and car exploded behind them.

Woo-rim, trembling and crying, reached out to touch Tae-oh’s injured shoulder, where a large wooden splinter had lodged itself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Did anyone die? No? Then stop it.”

Tae-oh growled through gritted teeth, furious that Woo-rim had wandered into such a dangerous situation. His eyes scanned her anxiously for any injuries, imagining how close she had come to a fiery death. The thought of what could have happened made him feel deeply unsettled.

Firetrucks soon arrived to extinguish the blaze.
“Woo-rim!”

Chairman Baek rushed in upon hearing the news. Tae-oh shot him a glare, his expression tense, signaling him to take care of this foolishness immediately.

Despite his injuries, Tae-oh’s resolve hadn’t weakened at all; he seemed more feral the more he was hurt, like a cornered beast.
“Let things flow naturally. If you just leave it be, the connections will intertwine and become destiny,” echoed the words of Master Kang in his mind.

Chairman Baek halted in his tracks, unable to approach any closer.

If those two were not destined, then nothing else could be called fate.

Since moving into the penthouse, Woo-rim had spent more time alone with Tae-oh. Although he often brought work home due to his busy schedule, he tried to leave the office on time.

“I told you not to handle the knife!”

Woo-rim, who had been fussing over a recipe, turned to see Tae-oh striding in after showering, swiftly snatching the knife from her hand.

“Do you even know how much it would hurt if you accidentally cut your finger?”

“I was just going to slice a little bit of scallion… They say you need to practice to improve your skills.”

“What’s the point of improving?”

Chop, chop, chop!

Tae-oh grimaced as he began to cut the scallions himself. Despite his rough exterior, he had taken cooking classes, and his knife skills were impressive.

“You’re good at this, aren’t you?”

“Why’s that?”

So what if I’m good at it? Does that mean you have to be good too?

Despite understanding Tae-oh’s sarcasm, Woo-rim was too busy satisfying her curiosity.

“How did you end up going to cooking school? It’s not like you enjoy it.”

“The chairman made me go. Apparently, cooking men are all the rage or something equally ridiculous, and he was serious about it.”

“Your grandfather?”

“I was wondering why he was so pushy, but now it makes sense.”

“Pushy?”

“I always find it annoying to have to let things go even when I know the truth.”

Tae-oh fixed his gaze on Woo-rim, who was struggling to understand his words.
“What’s this?”

“It’s the dough for the knife-cut noodles…”
Tae-oh’s expression turned incredulous as he looked at the soft lump of flour. Without a word, he pushed Woo-rim out of the kitchen.

“Cooking is a talent. You don’t have it.”
With that, Tae-oh casually crushed Woo-rim’s small dream of impressing him with her cooking. He skillfully kneaded the dough with quick hands. The damp strands of his hair brushed against his expressionless face, and the bulging muscles in his arms sparked some odd thoughts.

His allure was oddly sensual, reminiscent of a glossy red apple. Woo-rim wished he’d handle something other than dough.

“Do you know what a ‘Yoseknam’ is?”

“What’s that?”

“It means a sexy guy who cooks.”

Tae-oh ignored her comment as he wrapped the newly formed dough in plastic wrap. He seemed at a loss for how to respond. Woo-rim smiled as she admired his face.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

Woo-rim crept closer to Tae-oh, who was boiling broth with clams. He pulled her into his arms, whispering.

“Not now. Let’s get the rice done first.”

Woo-rim’s cheeks flushed at his words, and she felt as though she had been defeated in an instant. Overwhelmed, she nearly collapsed into a chair.

Tae-oh chuckled, brushing her cheek affectionately before returning to his cooking.
Soon, a refreshing clam noodle soup was ready. Woo-rim carefully set down the spoons and chopsticks, pouring cool water for both of them.

“I’ll serve you!”

She quickly grabbed the ladle and scooped some into Tae-oh’s bowl. He watched her with an amused expression, finding her enthusiasm adorable, even as the broth threatened to spill over.

“Thank you for the meal!”

After pouring herself a generous serving, she lifted her chopsticks excitedly. Tae-oh skillfully handled his long wooden chopsticks, separating the clam meat from the shells.

“I’m not a child, you know.”

“Don’t complain when you can’t even use chopsticks properly.”

Woo-rim was indeed avoiding eating the clams because it was too much hassle to peel them, which made her pout. Seeing her reaction, Tae-oh’s lips curled up slightly. As Woo-rim beamed at him, her smile lit up the room.

“Hey, don’t I look cute, Tae-oh?”

Gulping down cold water quickly, Tae-oh’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Your eyes are looking at me weird. Stop staring.”

Woo-rim cupped her eyebrows with her hands and gazed at him with longing. Tae-oh’s expression hardened.

“Stop saying weird things and just eat.”
Woo-rim nodded, slurping up the noodles along with the clams. After chewing her mouthful, she managed to speak again.

“Tae-oh, you’ll be the executive director soon, right? What should I call you then?”

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

Tae-oh’s eyebrows raised suspiciously as he shot her a warning glare. Despite his intimidating gaze, Woo-rim continued to poke at him.

“Why not? You like it, right?”

Woo-rim recalled Tae-oh’s reaction when she had called him that before. The way his face reddened was thrilling.

“Ah, Woo-rim… Don’t mess around.”

He warned her with a sigh, his fingers brushing against his temples. Woo-rim felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked into his deep, dark eyes. Her innocent gaze rolled about playfully, making her consider if she should press on or let it go.

‘Honey, Woorim’s not giving me milk anymore.’

Woorim giggled and hugged Tao. Tao’s face buried in her br3ast, his expression went through three stages. From questioning and bewilderment to anger.

‘You don’t listen when I talk to you.’

Tao lifted Wulin gently and headed for the bed. Wulin laughed, her voice clear as day.

* * *

Tao put his arms around Woorim’s neck and bowed his head. Sitting on top of him, Wu Lin tilted his head back. His p3nis plunged deep into her body.

‘Ha, it’s deep, mmmmm…….’

Tao cupped her fleshy br3ast in his hand and sucked the n1pple with his lips.

‘Hmph, no milk, are you disappointed……?’

‘I told you not to be a brat.’

Tao whispered as he swirled his tongue around the slippery wet n1pple. The wetness had stopped flowing, but her br3asts were still sensitive. Each bite and suck intensified them, as if they were developing.

Urim moaned in pain and bucked his hips. His stiffly erect p3nis throbbed against the inside. Testicles slapped against damp bone, sticky fluid dripping from the male’s coarse pubic hair.

‘Did you piss yourself? You’re soaked through to the hairs on your c0ck.’

A jiggling n1pple was sucked to his lips, pulled and released. Tao squeezed her br3asts together with his hands like he was milking a cow.

‘Ahhhh!’

The erect n1pples pressed against his fingers and dented. Tao clicked her n1pples as if pressing a button. They popped with each press and release, making Wulin squeal.

‘Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph!’

Hot fingers gripped her n1pple and pinched it. With a flick upward, the n1pple stood erect, pulling her entire br3ast upward. My n1pples ached as if they were about to be torn off, and my stomach bulged with their enormous bulk. Her legs buckled, and she twitched as he drove his c0ck deep into her cunt.