Taste Me Not

Taste Me Not

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Dec 12, 2025
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Woo Seulgi is a timid pastry chef whose extraordinary ability that makes her life a quiet misery. She feels the exact, raw emotions of anyone who eats her food. Her world is thrown into chaos when Yoo Jaeyi, a wealthy, dominant CEO, walks into her shop. The moment Jaeyi tastes Seulgi's dessert, a tsunami of raw, unapologetic lust and possessive desire floods Seulgi's senses, leaving her dizzy, furious, and deeply confused about her own suppressed sexuality. As Jaeyi launches a relentless, flirtatious pursuit, forcing Seulgi into close, tense proximity with a massive business deal, Seulgi desperately fights the overwhelming emotional onslaught. She hates the intrusion but finds the bold, consuming desire utterly compelling, driving the central question. Is this powerful attraction hers, or is she simply a helpless receiver of Jaeyi's aggressive will?
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If someone had told Seulgi three months ago that she'd end up sharing a house with her mother's new fiancé and his daughter, she would've laughed. Or screamed. Or both. Now? Well-she's still screaming. But more internally. Mostly. "I swear to God, if you touch my skincare again, Jaeyi-" "Relax! I was just borrowing your toner. And serum. And... maybe the snail essence. Your pores look rich, I'm trying to invest." Seulgi clenched her jaw, gripping the bathroom doorframe like it personally betrayed her. "Your investment plan is going to end in hospital bills." Living under the same roof as Jaeyi was like signing up for emotional whiplash. One moment she was laughing at Jaeyi doing a ridiculous dance in the kitchen with a burnt pancake on her head; the next, she was staring too long when Jaeyi came home in a sundress that shouldn't be legal. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Because Jaeyi wasn't just annoying. Or pretty. Or funny in a way that made Seulgi want to punch a pillow. Jaeyi was her. The kind of chaos Seulgi never asked for but somehow couldn't stop orbiting around. "You're staring again," Jaeyi teased one evening, perched on the kitchen counter, eating grapes like a Greek goddess with no regard for personal space. "No, I'm regretting my life choices," Seulgi deadpanned, turning away, ears turning traitorously red. Jaeyi tilted her head. "Sure you are. Just like how you 'regretted' sitting next to me during movie night. Or how you 'regretted' holding my hand during that thunderstorm." "That was for safety," Seulgi snapped, grabbing a water bottle just to have something to hold that wasn't Jaeyi's smug face. "Oh? So if another thunderstorm happens, you'll hold someone else's hand?" Silence.

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