I’m Pregnant with My Friend’s Child

“Answer me, Seo Yi-jin. Were you planning to sleep with some guy you barely know, and that’s why you wore this?”

“No, no… it’s not like that.”

Woo-jae sighed, running his hand over her bra. Her nipples, visible through the delicate lace, stood firm with tension.

Her breasts, cupped in his hands, were distorted by his strong grip. With the force Woo-jae applied, there was no escaping his hold.

After a moment of caressing her ample chest, Woo-jae seemed to give her the benefit of the doubt, though barely.

“It’s not, right?”

“Yeah, it’s not…”

If she had to explain, it was all Sun-hwa’s idea.

Sun-hwa had dragged her to a lingerie shop, insisting that Seo Yi-jin, now a full-fledged lawyer on her first date, needed to be prepared for anything. Though Yi-jin hadn’t resisted, she had boldly paid for the lingerie herself, determined to prove she wasn’t some relic clinging to the notion of pure innocence.

“Alright, I’ll believe you,” Woo-jae finally said.

Why did his words of trust make her feel such relief?

It was strange. She should be angry, but instead, she felt thankful that he believed her.

Then, without hesitation, Woo-jae reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Yi-jin gasped, instinctively covering her chest with her hands, but Woo-jae effortlessly pushed them aside.

“You always get mad at me, saying I act like I grew up on my own,” he teased, gently brushing his fingertips over her nipples, a playful smirk on his face. “Looks like you’ve grown up too.”

“W-Woo-jae, you… Ah!”

Before she could retort, his mouth was on her chest, and the sensation made her whole body go weak. Words failed her as she trembled from the overwhelming pleasure.

This is what I wanted, isn’t it? Maybe not with him, but this intoxicating feeling—it’s what I’ve been craving. Just the sensation of his mouth on her made her body quiver with delight.

As Woo-jae sucked on her breast, his large hands easily slid her dress off. When he lifted his head again, his expression was dark with frustration, his brows knitted in anger.

“Yi-jin.”

“Mm…?”

“God, I’m really pissed.”

Woo-jae had always had a temper, but he’d never directed it at her. Now, as his eyes landed on her panties, his lips curled in disdain.

Her white lace panties—more lace than fabric, really—were barely covering her. He looked between her face and her barely concealed lower body with a look of disbelief.

“You wore this to go on a date with that bastard Do-jun?”

The delicate lace did little to hide her bare skin, leaving her exposed.

“You were going to bring some guy home, wearing this pathetic excuse for underwear?”

If she had to explain herself, it was all Sun-hwa’s doing… But what could she say now?

“It’s none of your business if I go on a date with Do-jun or not,” Yi-jin muttered.

“What was that? ‘Do-jun’?” he spat, his voice low.

“What do you want me to call him?”

“Do you like him? Do you love him enough to sleep with him?”

“No! I was just… lonely,” she admitted quietly.

“Lonely? For God’s sake…” Woo-jae stared at her, his gaze intense and unreadable. His eyes, once familiar, now gleamed with a menacing energy.

“What the hell are you lonely for, Seo Yi-jin? Damn it. Now I’m starting to feel lonely too.”

“I’m sober now. Move,” she said, trying to stand, covering her chest with one hand and her panties with the other. But Woo-jae tilted his head slightly and pushed her back down.

“Well, since I’m the one who ended up undressing you, I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“Who says I’m letting you undress me?” Yi-jin growled, glaring at him.

He responded with a wickedly charming smile before pressing his lips to hers once more.

“How can you be lonely when I’m right here next to you?”

“What?”

“Have I ever made you feel lonely?”

“What?”

“This is the wish I’ve had my entire life. It’s about time it came true, don’t you think?”

As he kissed her again, his hand slid slowly, deliberately, between her legs.

As I stroked my dysfunctional panties – or rather, the panties that were never meant to be functional in the first place – an obscene amount of liquid oozed out.

“Ooh, Woojae…….”

“You’re thinking about sleeping with a guy you don’t even know if you have a crush or not with your flimsy feelings. Can’t it be friendship, while you’re so wet?”

“Hmph.”

Electricity prickled in my groin from his fingers probing my crack. He couldn’t tell if the spinning in his eyes was from the alcohol or his touch.

Woojae slid Yi Jin’s boxers down to his thighs, chewing on the word as if he couldn’t stand it.

“Oh, shit.”

“You, Woojae, are you swearing now?”

“You think I can’t swear now?”

“No, why…….”

Lee Jin’s eyes widened at the swear word that was about to burst between Woojae’s lips, but was stopped.

“Yi Jin.”