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She dozed off fitfully and spent the night awake. Even though it was the weekend she had been waiting for, she didn’t feel refreshed.
Since she wasn’t a full-time employee, weekends with early departures were her only chance to relax completely. The problem, however, was that her mind was too tangled to truly rest.
Cha-eon left the hair salon earlier than usual and headed to the neighborhood bathhouse. Her body ached all over from the stress of overthinking, so she submerged herself in the hot bath. She replayed the events of last night in her mind.
The two of them—Ae-ran and the man—had exchanged some kind of agreement, but Ae-ran said she hadn’t kept her end of the promise.
What could that possibly mean? There was clearly some sort of transaction between him and Ae-ran, and somehow she, Cha-eon, was involved.
What did Ae-ran mean when she said, “Don’t worry—I’ll keep an eye on her”? Was she implying there was nothing romantic between them? Or perhaps their relationship involved both personal and professional matters?
Though she didn’t know the details, one thing was certain: she was somehow caught up in whatever was going on between those two. Ae-ran, who might hold the answers, hadn’t shown up all day, nor had she come to work. Clearly, something more was going on.
Her thoughts twisted into knots, giving her a headache.
“Cha-eon, it’s been a while since we’ve seen you!”
“Oh, Seoyoung unni. Aren’t you coming to the salon anymore?”
“I got into a fight with Yeong-rim. I’m not going.”
The women gathering around the bath were all familiar faces.
Women who worked at motels in the neighborhood, nearby clothing stores, or tailoring shops. Whether living in the same area for so long was good or bad, she couldn’t say—but she did know that it wasn’t ideal when she wanted to be alone. She had hoped to quietly soak in the hot water, but soon enough, familiar faces crowded in.
“Hey, how are you getting prettier every time I see you? Huh?”
“I heard you went back to school. When did you return?”
“After Su-ji… well, she came back and never left.”
“Aren’t you tired of lugging around those huge things? Why don’t you share some with us small business owners?”
“Does your boyfriend massage them for you?”
“Ugh, Kim Eun-young, stop being so nosy. How does he touch them anyway? We’re all women here with the same equipment—why can’t you be fair?”
Laughter filled the small bathhouse. Their words and actions were shamelessly bold. Conversations about topics most would find difficult to discuss flowed freely; someone might even grope another’s chest, marveling at how firm it felt—and no one batted an eye.
Still, Cha-eon didn’t feel uncomfortable because these were people she’d known for so long. Having grown up seeing their faces, she felt no need to guard herself around them.
“Cha-eon is running away. It’s your fault, Kim Eun-young.”
Her plan to bathe quietly was ruined before she knew it. Somehow, her mind had wandered while washing, and now she was surrounded.
After hastily finishing her bath, drying her hair, and putting on her underwear, she locked eyes with a familiar face.
“Ae-ran unni.”
“Oh, Cha-eon-ah. Are you here to bathe? Still soaking?”
“I’m done.”
As Ae-ran approached, Cha-eon noticed their lockers were side by side.
“Unni, I wanted to ask you something…”
“Didn’t your phone ring?”
“Huh?”
She checked her phone. Thinking her friends had gone silent during the break, she realized it was her classmates calling her.
“I’ll head in then. Call me later—I have something to tell you anyway.”
While Cha-eon stared at the screen, Ae-ran quickly undressed and disappeared into the bath. Watching her vanish, Cha-eon answered the call. Surprisingly, it was an invitation to dinner.
“Jung Cha-eon!”
Familiar faces greeted her. Among them was Do-won, a senior from her department who had taken a sudden leave of absence right as they began dating—leaving their relationship in an awkward limbo.
“You said you were eating.”
“It’s not like you to act so distant.”
She should’ve known when they suggested meeting at a pojangmacha. Staring at the cloudy fish cake broth, she forced a bitter smile. This place had been a favorite hangout spot for her and her friends just a year ago. Everyone loved the fish cake soup here.
Even Hyo-jung, who had gone abroad for language studies, was back. They exchanged brief greetings. While envying those who traveled or studied overseas, Cha-eon found comfort in blending in with her old group.
“Hey, what have you been up to? You’ve been MIA.”
“I’ve just been working part-time and such.”
Before they could finish catching up, glasses brimming with alcohol were placed in front of them.
Her friends laughed and downed their drinks. Cha-eon left hers untouched and nibbled on the fish cakes instead.
Ever since recovering her sister’s body a year ago, alcohol had become a trigger for trauma. The soju bottle next to her sister’s lifeless body in the crimson pool of blood, the spilled liquor in the bathroom—it all haunted her. Whenever she smelled alcohol, her heart raced as if she were reliving that day.
It had lasted nearly a year. Even during the Morran Hair Salon staff dinners, she hadn’t wanted to attend, but she couldn’t avoid everything forever.
It felt like her life had frozen on that day. No matter how much she wanted to move forward, the memory of that day held her back.
How long could she live like this? Like Ae-ran said, shouldn’t she try to reclaim her old routine, like her friends? That simple, ordinary goal now felt impossibly difficult.
At first, the smell of blood had been unbearable. The metallic scent of Seok-won’s blood that day had made her vomit and feel dizzy—but compared to the lingering stench of alcohol, it seemed mild. Perhaps the smell of booze had embedded itself more deeply in her mind than the blood. The scattered bottles of soju Su-ji hadn’t even finished drinking lay everywhere.
Stop thinking about it. If I can’t move forward, at least I shouldn’t go backward.
Cha-eon picked up the glass filled with beer. It was time to break free. She closed her eyes and downed the drink. For nearly a year, she hadn’t touched alcohol, and the sensation burned her throat.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about my sister. Don’t recall her face. But fragments of her sister’s image kept resurfacing, forcing her to pour another shot into her mouth.
“Oh, right! Jung Joo-hoo is dating Lee Jung-woo. So many people saw them entering a motel together.”
“They’ve been gossiping about Jung-woo being sleazy since freshman year.”
Amidst the trivial chatter, tears welled up in Cha-eon’s eyes.
She had chosen university as an escape—a way to live an ordinary life. She didn’t have grand ambitions of academic success; she simply wanted to be normal.
To attend school regularly, drink coffee after class, and chat over drinks at a pochangmacha in the evening—just like her friends were doing now.
Swallowing her emotions, Cha-eon joined the group, raising her glass alongside theirs.
After leaving the pochangmacha, she walked toward the nearby bus stop. As she stood with her head bowed, someone tapped her shoulder, causing her wallet to slip from her hand. She looked up.
Do-won handed her the wallet and sat beside her.
“So, why haven’t you contacted anyone for so long? I called you a lot.”
Lee Do-won. Among the returning students who had aged into near-strangers after military service, he was the only man who had shown interest in her.
“I’ve been busy working.”
“Have you only been working part-time for a year? Are you preparing for WHV (Working Holiday Visa)?”
“It’s because of tuition fees.”
“Ah.”
In truth, tuition was just an excuse. If necessary, she could’ve managed by taking out student loans to cover urgent expenses.
But she couldn’t bring herself to explain her family’s complicated situation. Doing so might drive her friends away, just as her middle school friends had turned their backs on her once rumors spread.
People would start whispering—about her family’s circumstances, where she lived—and soon enough, she’d become the worn-out subject of gossip again.
Though Do-won didn’t seem like that kind of person, past experiences taught her there was no reason to reveal her troubles voluntarily.
“What brings you here, sunbae?”
“Hyo-jung said you were coming, so I decided to drop by while studying.”
For some reason, Do-won had never blended well with the underclassmen. He always stood out awkwardly among them like a misfit puzzle piece, and Cha-eon couldn’t help but find it odd.
The heat had eased up, and a cool breeze now swept through the air. Cha-eon brushed her wind-tousled hair back.
“Come to think of it, I never asked where you live. Let’s go—I’ll take you home.”
During the semester, she had stayed in a small off-campus room near the school, so it was natural for him not to know.
“No, it’s fine. I can go by myself. The bus will probably stop running soon anyway.”
“I’ll drop you off and take a taxi back.”
“I want to go alone, sunbae. Really, I’m okay.”
“You’re quite the mystery. That makes me even more curious—and restless. But…”
Do-won smiled faintly as he tucked a strand of Cha-eon’s hair behind her ear.
“Are you taking another semester off?”
“I… don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll rest a little longer while I have the chance. Isn’t this your final semester, sunbae?”
“Yeah. It’s finally time for me to get a job.”
“If I can’t return to school, I’ll visit the campus and treat you to a meal.”
“Hey, Cha-eon-ah.”
“Yes?”
“Never mind. Just… here, there’s some hair on your ear.”
He gently brushed it away, his smile warm. He had been the senior she leaned on emotionally when she first entered university, hoping for an ordinary life.
“You’ve really been okay all this time, right?”
“..Yes.”
“That’s good. I was really worried when you suddenly took a leave of absence and disappeared without contact.”
Even Do-won, who had once been her emotional anchor, hadn’t been able to reach her during those difficult days. She had shut herself inside her house until recently, when she began working at the hair salon.
The nighttime street buzzed quietly with the sounds of a pojangmacha song drifting through the air. Thanks to students who hadn’t left their rented rooms during the break, the university district’s nightlife continued as usual. Familiar, yet somehow distant.
They sat side by side in silence for a long while, waiting for the bus. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable. It was better than dealing with nosy people prying into her life. At least he respected her space.
“Oh, the bus is here. I’ll go now.”
“Call me sometime, even if it’s late. Got it?”
Avoiding Do-won’s lingering gaze, Cha-eon quickly boarded the bus. Late at night, her spinning thoughts made her chest feel heavy. If only she’d drunk more and completely let go—it would have been better than this half-drunken haze that left her feeling miserable.
After getting off the bus, she walked toward the familiar alleys of her neighborhood—a place located far from the city center, close to the terminal. The red-light district still glowed brightly, bustling with activity. She trudged past the hair salon and tailoring shop, heading deeper into the dimly lit alleyways.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her finger. She raised her palm and saw blood oozing from the tip—bright red and swollen.
“When did… this happen?”
Pressing down on the wound, another crimson droplet trickled down her hand. Clenching her fist tightly, she resumed walking toward home when her foot sank into a puddle formed by the night’s rain. The blood droplet dangling from her fingertip fell with a soft plop into the water.
Ripples spread across the surface of the puddle. Memories of her sister submerged in the bathtub flooded back—images she had tried so hard to suppress. The trauma lingered, resurfacing unexpectedly at the slightest trigger: the smell of alcohol, the sight of red blood, the metallic tang of iron.
Cha-eon froze, holding her breath. When she finally exhaled, her breathing hitched. She couldn’t catch her breath.
Her sister Su-ji, limp and submerged in the tub. The floor soaked in spilled liquor. Herself pulling Su-ji into her arms, shaking her cold body, pleading for her to wake up.
Why did it feel like she hadn’t moved forward at all? Like she was still trapped in that moment, unable to escape?
The alcohol swirling in her system made the memories even sharper, more vivid.
Every time she drank, she was pulled back to that day.
“No, no. No, no, no! Stop! It can’t be!”
She clamped her hands over her ears and screamed. Her mind spiraled out of control, tangled in chaos. Was it the alcohol? Or had she lost her grip on reality entirely? She didn’t know. As she swayed, about to collapse, a sudden hand grabbed her shoulder firmly, steadying her and turning her around.
“Jung Cha-eon.”
“No, no, no, no.”
She shook her head wildly, like someone losing their mind. Don’t go, don’t leave me here alone. Please. Grabbing onto the man before her, she pulled him closer.
“No… no…”
“Yeah, it’s not real. It’s not happening. So snap out of it.”
Clinging to his shirt, Cha-eon buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her head against him. His embrace tightened protectively.
Don’t be scared. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me alone. Sister, it’s all my fault.
Muttering incoherently, Cha-eon closed her eyes, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Her frantic heart gradually calmed, following his lead. Her body relaxed, tension melting away.
Only after a long while did she open her eyelids again. The scent was familiar. His cologne. The enclosed space of the car felt familiar too.
She glanced up cautiously. Kwon Seok leaned against the car door, eyes closed. Only then did she realize where she was—and whose chest she had been leaning against.
Why am I here?
She peeked at the rear window. A black sedan was parked alongside them. Judging by the absence of figures in the front seats, his subordinates were likely in the other car—but there was no way to confirm.
As she tried to sit up, dizziness overwhelmed her, forcing her to pause and steady her breathing.
“You sure have peculiar tastes.”
“Huh? What?”
“Pink, red… You seem to like flashy colors, huh?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s not random, is it?”
When she shifted slightly, the man watching her quirked an eyebrow.
“Be careful, alright? After living in motels for ten years, you should know the area you’re sitting on is sensitive. Handle it delicately, yeah?”
His voice carried a lazy edge, but his gaze sharpened, betraying a hint of sensitivity.
“Huh?”
Confused by what he was saying, Cha-eon glanced down at the car seat. Her skirt had ridden up completely, exposing her pink panties as she straddled his lower body with her legs spread wide. Realizing she was sitting on him, Cha-eon flinched in shock.
“Kyaa!”
Startled, she tried to pull her skirt down, but her movements inadvertently stimulated him further. She could feel something firm and prominent pressing against her through his pants. The thick column nestled between her thighs felt like it might burst. As she attempted to stand, her movements only added more pressure, akin to sliding down a slippery slope.
“Hey, hey.”
He scowled and flicked her forehead with his finger. Her skirt remained awkwardly bunched up, failing to fall properly into place. While trying to smooth it out from underneath, her hand brushed against an absurdly large bulge, leaving her flustered and squirming.
Cha-eon knew well enough about male anatomy—the mechanics of men and women—and given the neighborhood she lived in, she prided herself on being particularly knowledgeable. But this size? She had never heard or seen anything like it before.
“Why don’t you give it a squeeze?”
In their neighborhood, such discussions were commonplace among women. They talked casually about male anatomy, comparing sizes and stories of “big ones.” Though Cha-eon had never actively participated or shown much interest, she had overheard these conversations for years. Yet here she was, utterly at a loss, her panicked expression drawing nothing but a derisive smirk from him.
“No...”
“What do you mean, no? You’ve been acting bold this whole time—why are you suddenly playing shy now?”
She turned her head away, her cheeks burning inexplicably. Every attempt to wriggle free was met with warnings to stay still because of the cramped space. Her body instinctively shrank back, fearing another reprimand.
“For someone living in a red-light district, you’re awfully coy.”
She wanted to snap back that not everyone who lived there behaved the same way, but when their eyes met, the words died in her throat. How could someone spout such cruel words while looking at her with those piercing eyes? Which side of him should she believe?
“Why did you act like that earlier?”
“Earlier? What do you mean, earlier...?”
Thinking back to her panic-induced haze, Cha-eon fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.
“It happens sometimes. Because of my sister... I thought I was getting better, but I guess I’m not.”
“You’re quite the mess yourself.”
“I want to get better too, but my mind doesn’t seem to listen to me.”
“Why overthink it? When your body is exhausted, emotional turmoil means nothing.”
“I’ve tried that! I threw myself into work at the salon day and night, doing every menial task I could find, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.”
“So you need to push your body harder. Why waste effort on useless struggles?”
“Huh?”
Cha-eon blinked, bewildered by his words. Then, as she felt the massive presence beneath her twitch again, realization dawned. Clenching her lips, she tried to rise by bracing herself against his abs, but he caught her wrist and pulled her back down.
“You’re just low-class trash.”
“If you don’t want me to lash out, let me be. It’s cramped.”
As she struggled to get up, his calm gaze made her feel like she heard a faint tsk . To him, she must have seemed like a powerless frog—someone he could crush effortlessly if he so desired.
“Then just let me go home already...”
“After clinging to my chest and touching me however you pleased, why are you suddenly acting proper?”
Her head still spun with lingering drunkenness, while below, his hardness pressed firmly against her panties. The pressure above and below left her disoriented.
The thin fabric of her panties kept rubbing against the front of his pants, growing increasingly strained. Each time she squirmed, her trapped arm tensed further. With every movement, their bodies pressed closer together, confusing whose motions caused what.
Every attempt to escape left her dizzy; the harder she tried to rise, the more she collapsed back down.
Eventually, she lifted her head to meet his gaze. In the silent car, the faint ticking of his wristwatch seemed deafening. She worried whether he could hear her pounding heartbeat amidst the tension enveloping them.
“Let me go. What are we even doing here—with Ae-ran waiting...”
“It makes me curious. If you sleep with me, what kind of relationship would you and Ae-ran have?”
He mused aloud, leaning casually against the car door in his immaculate attire, maintaining his characteristic composed expression.
What kind of life must one lead to have such a flat affect? She had only ever seen him furrow his brow when displeased or smirk mockingly when amused.
“Weren’t you two taking turns screwing the same guy? Surely you can’t call yourselves close sisters anymore. Then again, considering how open-minded you both are, maybe this isn’t surprising?”
“What on earth... What are you talking about?”
“Not sister-in-laws, but ‘dick-sharing’ friends? Passing around the same guy? Sneaking behind Na Ae-ran’s back...”
He paused mid-sentence to stare intently at her.
“What kind of relationship is that?”
What exactly was clouding her judgment right now? Was it the alcohol? The pain? Or his distinct scent? Whatever it was, it all blended together, giving her a headache.
“Um, um, I have a question. Is Ae-ran really your sponsor? No, right? Did you threaten her? Otherwise, why would she... What exactly happened between you two? There’s something I don’t know, isn’t there?”
“You sure chatter a lot.”
He rested his arm under his head, watching her with amusement. Encouraged, Cha-eon’s words tumbled out faster.
“I heard you.”
“Heard what?”
“The two of you talking in front of the alley. She said she’d keep an eye on me.”
No matter how she looked at it, her suspicions wouldn’t settle. Clearly, if they were lovers—or even sponsors—why did he treat Ae-ran so coldly? It didn’t add up.
Once she pieced that together, the idea of them being romantically involved faded. Everything she’d observed, including his indifferent reaction when she begged him to save Ae-ran, suddenly made sense once this mystery unraveled.
“Yeah, it’s true. We’re definitely fucking regularly.”
His sly upward curve of the lips only fueled her suspicion further.
“No, you’re lying.”
Thwack. He flicked her forehead again, exhaling sharply as a warning.
“You’re climbing higher, huh? Keep challenging me.”
Was the alcohol still affecting her? Despite his repeated flicks, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was strangely gentle toward her.
Still tipsy, she sniffled. No matter how suspicious he seemed, he didn’t bother hiding anything, merely gazing at her lazily with a teasing glint in his eye. As they locked eyes for a prolonged moment, an inexplicable hiccup escaped her.
Cha-eon covered her mouth with her hand. Strange. Though the smell of alcohol still lingered on her, other thoughts failed to surface. Was it because of him? Her painful reflections and nagging anxieties seemed to have sunk deep beneath the surface, refusing to resurface.
The man before her was overwhelmingly intense, stripping away every ounce of her anguish. Unsure whether to like or dislike him, his presence only deepened her confusion while somehow also offering a strange sense of stability.
She had been pressing her lips together for what felt like a minute or two, trying to stop the hiccups. Suddenly, he shifted his upper body from where it had been leaning against the car door and sat upright. In an instant, his face was right in front of hers. Startled, the hiccups stopped, and the nausea she had felt moments ago vanished.
“What I want to ask is...”
“Hmm?”
“You... that...”
Unexpectedly, Kwon Seok hesitated before speaking. It wasn’t out of consideration for her feelings but more like he was debating whether this pointless conversation was worth voicing at all. He wasn’t the type to weigh his words carefully for anyone’s sake.
“Forget it. Never mind.”
As she’d noticed before, he wasn’t one to waste time on meaningless chatter. Yet now, his silence felt frustrating. Perhaps it was because she felt so unbalanced—while he held all the cards, she felt like she had nothing, knew nothing. Life had never been fair, but being around him made that reality painfully tangible.
“What is it? You’re acting so bland.”
She didn’t know if it was due to living with her sister, but Yeong-rim’s comment about her occasionally acting childish came to mind. Maybe that was why she sometimes felt immature around him.
It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, yet there was something oddly comforting about it. Strange. No, this wasn’t strange—it was crazy. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought.
Meanwhile, the massive bulge pressing against her panties grew increasingly distracting. The friction caused instinctive wetness, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. Squirming slightly, she tried to push him away and muster the strength to stand up properly.
“Are you really not going to tell me? What kind of scheme are you and Ae-ran up to? Did you order her to keep an eye on me?”
“If I wanted someone watching you, there are plenty of people around who could do it without the hassle.”
“Then what is it?”
“It’s normal business—so normal it might even surprise you. Nothing to get worked up about.”
So that was it. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to be the unhealthy relationship she’d imagined. Should she feel relieved? Without realizing it, she did feel a weight lift off her chest. But then he dropped another cryptic remark.
“One night, some money exchanged, straightforward enough.”
“...”
“You want to scold me?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“But your eyes are screaming.”
A man who could read insults in her gaze—this infuriating man.
“You and that Do-won guy... maybe not as improper as all that.”
What? Do-won? Lee Do-won, her senior?
“Your eyes are going to pop out. Try blinking gently, will you?”
“How do you know about Do-won? Are you investigating me? Who exactly are you?”
Her wrist tensed under his grip as he pulled her closer, their noses almost touching. Shocked, she reflexively turned her head away, but he remained still, staring at her intently.
“You didn’t approach Do-won, did you? Please tell me you didn’t hurt him or anything. Right?”
“Why would I have any reason to do that?”
For some unknown reason, this man had been circling her periphery—not just recently, but for a while now. Could that explain his connection with Ae-ran? Why was he meddling with the people close to her? What was his goal?
“What does this have to do with... Leave Do-won alone! Don’t lay a finger on him!”
Suddenly, unease washed over her. Had she done something wrong in the past? As far as she could remember, she hadn’t encountered him before. She certainly didn’t think she’d done anything to warrant his attention. Someone like her wasn’t in a position to help or harm someone like him.
Unlike his earlier relaxed demeanor, she now sensed sharpness in his gaze.
A change in expression meant a shift in mood—and his temper was clearly fraying. Though she couldn’t pinpoint the cause, his agitation was undeniable.
“Didn’t you ask about my relationship with Na Ae-ran? Since you’re so curious, maybe I should show you.”
“What do you mean by...”
His icy tone sent an instinctive warning through her. Though she couldn’t fully grasp the situation, one thing was clear: she needed to get away from him. Just as she began shifting her hips backward, he abruptly flipped their positions. Her bottom slid across the seat until the back of her head hit the car window. Now lying beneath him, Cha-eon stared wide-eyed. Something was terribly wrong.
She felt her panties roll down her thighs, bunching awkwardly around her ankles. When she realized his gaze was fixed between her legs, panic surged. Frantically pulling down her skirt, she froze as he spread her trembling legs apart.
“What... what are you doing...?”
“People need a little bad to balance the good, don’t they? How can you live eating only sweet things? Behind Na Ae-ran’s back, let her suck me too. That’s more human than pretending to sacrifice yourself with useless chatter.”
“No...”
“Isn’t it said that those who’ve tasted know best? If she drools every time she sees me, doesn’t that tell you something? You act so innocent, but do you even know what she whispers when we’re together?”
She couldn’t understand why he was angry. It felt like he was deliberately scraping at her raw nerves. Gone was his usual calm; now he radiated fury.
“Why are you saying these things? You don’t know anything!”
“Fuck.”
Cha-eon clamped her hands over her ears, unwilling to hear more. Lies—they were all lies. Or were they?
He pried her hands away.
“Na Ae-ran isn’t Jung Su-ji. Wake up. Pretending to be clever while missing what truly matters.”
She hated how he kept forcing truths she didn’t want to face. How dare he speak so freely about her, as if he understood? Deep down, she knew his words held truth, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
She didn’t need to burden herself with guilt over failing to protect Su-ji or project misplaced responsibility onto Ae-ran.
“Go tell Na Ae-ran I fucked her lover. She seems to think I belong to her anyway. What do you think?”
“No!” She tried to escape, but her blouse tore open, buttons flying. Her bra slipped upward, exposing her chest.
“Take it out completely.”
His demand to pull her breasts free left her frozen.
“I won’t...!”
“Do you want me to ask Si-baek to do it instead?”
“Ahh... hng.”
The man, who would definitely carry out his words, made Cha-eon shake her head, wiping away her tears.
“I’m touching your breasts.”
“......”
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
Once again, she shook her head, keeping her mouth tightly shut and just crying.
His sigh was deep. But she could feel that his anger had subsided compared to the beginning. Cha-eon slightly opened her eyes, which were covered with the back of her hand, and looked up at the man.
Her bra was half up, her nipples were visible, and she was a mess. There wasn’t a G-cup bra that fit comfortably, so she had to go to an underwear store and buy one herself. It was her complex and also the part of her body that Ae-ran envied.
However, the man’s eyes, looking down at her breasts, seemed to be lost in thought rather than being overwhelmed by lust.
“I don’t say these embarrassing things more than once, so open your ears and listen carefully.”
Cha-eon sniffed and looked at him. His neat clothes, the clean design of his wristwatch, and his even more refined and clean face. Everything was dazzlingly beautiful, but strangely, his eyes looked incredibly hot and complicated.
Perhaps that’s why, even when he spoke playfully, his eyes always looked serious and prudent.
“That woman is nothing to me... never mind. Why would I say she’s pretty.”
He said he wouldn’t say it more than once, but he stopped talking as if he didn’t want to say it even once.
However, Cha-eon could easily guess the unspoken words he didn’t say. Why did a sense of relief suddenly wash over her?
He slightly distorted one side of his face as if he couldn’t believe this situation.
“I don’t know why I’m saying these things to you now. Just know that I’m holding back from punching you.”
She didn’t know why that simple and plain word was embarrassing.
In fact, she had felt disgusted with herself when she found herself looking at him several times, feeling grateful to him, and constantly being conscious of him, wondering if she was feeling strange emotions for Ae-ran’s man.
So, she had never admitted that she had ever looked at him.
That day, she had even felt a little relieved after accidentally hearing Ae-ran and him talking.
She hoped that this strange feeling, which was driving her to the point of fear, was not what she was guessing.
Her heart was much calmer than before. It was after she confirmed that Ae-ran and this man had no sexual relationship. She wanted to admit only that much.
“Do you think I’m in a position to meet women leisurely now?”
“...You’re meeting me now.”
He laughed hollowly again. His tone implied that everything he had explained so far was futile.
“So, you’re a woman too?”
“That’s not what I meant...”
Still, she had the crazy thought that it was fortunate that she wasn’t playing with her sister’s boyfriend behind her back. She was really crazy. The lingering intoxication rushed in all at once, and Cha-eon had to catch her breath for a moment.
“Can you even see me?”
“I’m not that drunk, hoo.”
She could feel his hand gently unfastening her bra and opening her blouse, but Cha-eon couldn’t even struggle. The more she tried to struggle, the more her body sank. It was true that she was attracted to him, but she didn’t know if it was right to lead to such an impulsive encounter. A wave that hits all at once and then recedes at once has a big impact. No matter how she thought about it, this didn’t seem right.
“Let go of me... euht.”
Leaving her own feelings aside, why was this man doing this? Well, men are animals who hug women when they are intoxicated by momentary emotions. No, there was no need to go that far.
Just looking at this neighborhood, many men come with money to sleep with women. For men, sex is just as casual as buying a meal.
“You’re so not drunk. Touch yourself quickly. I don’t want to say harsher words.”
“......”
“I don’t like threats.”
He said he didn’t like threats, but he was habitually threatening her every time he opened his mouth.
Why do you want to sleep with me?
Even if she asked, the man wouldn’t answer. There’s no way there would be a reason. He does it if he wants to, and he doesn’t if he doesn’t want to, that’s all.
The reason that he just wants to do it with her at this moment, or to put it more vulgarly, because he’s horny, would be the most appropriate. Thinking like that, she was a little convinced.
He was a man who would do something even worse than what he said if she didn’t listen to him. His eyes silently grabbed her neck and strangled her.
Cha-eon eventually grabbed her breasts with both hands, her eyes moist as if she was being chased. She still didn’t know if she should just go along with this moment. She didn’t know anything.
But she just wanted to close her eyes and follow him today, throwing away all that morality and common sense. She had never had such an escape with just one attraction.
As he said, wasn’t her life always the same, both front and back, and boring? She had tried to live like that until now.
She thought she had to live up to a higher standard than others because she had nothing. That way, she would at least look as ordinary as others.
Still, she hesitated, thinking that this wasn’t right, and he clicked his tongue.
“Touch your nipples properly, do I have to tell you everything? If you can’t do it, I’ll have someone else do it.”
The scary threat was by no means empty words. As Cha-eon, who had been keeping her mouth shut, started to grope little by little, unable to resist the pressure, he pointed out her clumsy hand movements.
“There are plenty of guys who would rub your breasts if I just asked. Who’s coming, Cha-eon?”
The nuance, as if he was really curious, made her even more scared. No, it wasn’t curiosity, it was a threat.
Cha-eon pinched her nipples with her own hands and quickly rubbed and shook her breasts. As she shook her breasts, she twisted her nipples and gently squeezed them, and her lower abdomen naturally twisted. It was similar to masturbation.
“Aheung, heu, ah, why, why are you doing this to me, heut, yes, yo?”
The man, who had been silently watching her breasts swaying in her hands, buried his face between her thighs without answering. At the same time, her labia parted to the left and right, and the two labia minora, which were moist and blocking the entrance as if defending, were sucked in. Cha-eon felt like she had been robbed with her eyes open, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
She gasped and squeezed her breasts tightly as if to crush them. The man, who knew that she was surprised by the sudden intrusion, didn’t stop. He only used his tongue to spread the moist cover flaps to the left and right. Cha-eon twisted her legs at the explicit feeling of her labia minora being spread wide open to reveal the inside hole.
It felt like the alcohol she had drunk was flowing backward and invading her brain, stirring her head. His tongue tip swirled from the outside to the inside of the crushed labia minora, and then finally found the hidden hole and inserted his tongue like a beak.
“Ah, heu, aang...”
She tried to grab his hair but covered her mouth instead. The embarrassing sound made her lower abdomen itchy. Her head was still dizzy, and she felt alcohol in her breath. The feeling that the car was spinning around seemed to be due to the alcohol.
Is it really the alcohol? This unbelievable feeling, this feeling that my head has been hit by a stimulus, just like a blow. But I feel uneasy, like I should attribute it to alcohol.
“No... I won’t, I won’t do it, ah! Ah!”
“You said you did something with Na Ae-ran behind my back. I’m showing you now.”
“Bu, but you said it wasn’t... just now!”
“I never said it wasn’t. You’re the one who made assumptions.”
“Yo, you crazy, aang... ah! Don’t suck, ah... ah!”
“My answer might change depending on how you do.”
This crazy bastard!
She shook her head. What he was saying was clearly a lie. There was no way his eyes, which said he had nothing to do with Ae-ran, could be lying. He was just joking to make her uncomfortable.
She was crazy to even think about giving in to him a little. How much further was she going to push herself into the abyss by looking at this crazy bastard? She was crazy.
She kicked him, as if to swear that she would never be attracted to him, but he just smiled a little and ran his hand along the entire length of her open pussy.
Embarrassing sounds kept leaking out of her mouth, so Cha-eon finally covered her mouth with both hands, which had been rubbing her breasts. She flailed her legs to kick him, but she couldn’t even scratch him, and her ankles limply hung down. It was a futile resistance.
“You’re going to cry if I break your ankles, so why do you keep doing useless things?”
He indifferently spoke as he licked the two labia minora, which covered her bottom hole like a door.
It wasn’t an empty threat. She had already witnessed Seok-won dying in front of her.
While pressing her clit with the tip of her nose, his soft lips kept touching her unwashed bottom hole. He seemed to insert two or three fingers into her hole and shake them as if measuring, and then he took out what he had inserted.
But before she could catch her breath, he put his mouth back in. Having touched once, this time the wet flesh stuck together more tightly.
She was lying down in the same position as when she peed. He was tasting every inch of her flesh, from her crotch, where her legs were spread toward the car ceiling, to the inside of her vagina.
Today, no, just now, she peed at the pub too. He dipped his mouth into the dirty hole, which might be dirty, or rather, the dirty hole where urine comes out, and sucked it, dripping saliva as if it were delicious. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at her, and he didn’t seem to want to wipe it off even though he knew. He just deliberately stuck out his red tongue even longer.
His languidly lowered eyes, his lips full of saliva, a strand of saliva slowly stretching out like seaweed, his leisurely breath, but actually full of heat.
Cha-eon barely held on to her fading mind as she saw that sight so clearly.
Even as she was embarrassed, he wiped her perineum as if stealing, seeing her panic at the unknown liquid leaking from her pee hole.
This man was clearly more uncomfortable than usual, but his tongue, which kept wiping her pussy, was hot and soft. Cha-eon shuddered at his conflicting gestures.
“If you close your legs, I’ll drink it.”
She didn’t immediately understand what he meant by telling her to do it herself. He felt two fingers, middle and index, plunge into her hole, and then hook and pull towards her belly button. Then, there was a moment of silence, and she sensed the calm before the storm.
“Don’t...!”
He thrust in and pulled out, and then he started shaking his fingers at an unbelievable speed. The sticky liquid, wrapped around his knuckles and flowing out of her hole, soaked her below and gently loosened her stiff sphincter muscles.
“Ah, aang! Don’t, ah!”
“Where did I tell you to put your hands?”
Even in the midst of this, he demanded that she rub her breasts with her hands. The threat was simple and clear. She roughly rubbed her breasts with her weak hands and pinched her nipples.
Perhaps it was because the man’s fingers were unusually long, but she didn’t even know if there was such a deep space to thrust into her crotch.
He thrust in and widened her vaginal wall, and then pulled out quickly, just barely hooking his fingernails, widening her vagina. It was like a warning that he would put something much bigger and thicker than this in here. As soon as that premonition flashed like an instinct, her spine tingled as if she had been struck by lightning.
The urge to pee and the pleasure that seemed to burst at the same time exploded. Her lower abdomen twisted and her toes curled up at the feeling of his fingers hitting and leaving the sensitive areas of her vagina at the right places. She really couldn’t do anything about calling Si-baek and hitting him anymore.
She reached out to find something to hold on to with one hand that was rubbing her breasts. She grabbed the driver’s seat as much as possible and shook, and then, with a feeling of gushing, liquid leaked out like water. She didn’t want to know what it was. Whatever it was, it was a disgrace. Cha-eon trembled with anxiety.
“Ah...!”
She felt her lower body, which had been tightly clenched, relax. Her urethra sphincter, which had been stimulated because her bladder, which had been pressured by drinking a lot of beer, was covered with pleasure, opened. Otherwise, something wouldn’t be leaking from under her vulva now...
Cha-eon eventually screamed at the increasing amount of liquid that felt like it was colliding and sticking together with a squelching sound.
“Ah, aang, ah, aht! You crazy bastard, ah!”
“Don’t curse, you keep doing it. I clearly told you that I’ll drink it all if you close your legs.”
She just wanted to beg him to shake it slowly.
“Yo, you crazy, son of a bitch, ah, the seat, it’s wet, aang!”
“The seat? Okay. I’ll take care of it, so don’t cry. Okay?”
The man, who spoke so frighteningly kindly, made her feel uneasy.
His fingers, which had been tapping her hole, were pulled out long, and then the door clicked open. Then, he went out, still wearing his clothes, which were slightly wet with her secretions.
Just when she thought the man was gone, he pulled her buttocks out and aimed at the empty air. The lukewarm outside air touched her buttocks. She was still unable to close her thighs, exposing her genitals, which were messed up with all kinds of liquids.
“What, what are you doing...”
“Hurry up and cum while I’m the only one watching. Si-baek is coming.”
As she was gaping to figure out the situation, he couldn’t stand it and ran his tongue over her pussy, which was leaking liquid. The two labia minora and clit, which had become thick with excitement, were quickly rubbed together and crushed at his fingertips.
“Don’t, no! Don’t, don’t do it... I’m going to pee...!”
“Everyone in the neighborhood will hear you. Are you going to wake them up?”
“Heuh... close the door, please.”
“I told you I’ll close it when you cum.”
She covered her mouth and tried to focus all her attention on her lower body. The man, who carefully examined her twitching face, smiled a little and stepped aside. She sensed that he was deliberately pushing her to the edge of climax and then abandoning her. As if to say, try to endure it yourself.
“Uueuh...”
“Uh, just try to close your legs. I’ll drag you out.”
She begged him not to. She said she would do anything he asked, so please close this door.
If anyone passing by the alley, not Si-baek or Jong-seop, or if someone came out of the villa, they would immediately find her with her legs wide open.
“Ple... ase.”
She kept leaking water that might be urine, while tensing her lower abdomen and enduring. She was afraid that if she relaxed, she would really burst.
“I’ll do everything you tell me to, so please close the door, heuk, please... .”
As she pitifully wiped away her tears, the man, who was leaning against the car with his arms crossed as if admiring the sight, leisurely propped his chin.
“Na Ae-ran did even more than this. Is this all you can do?”
“Aheuh... no... no... .”
“Open your pussy with your hands.”
“......”
“Take out the hole where you pee properly. I don’t want to make you cry by putting my hands in there.”
He said nonchalantly that he didn’t like threats, but he chillingly threatened her to spread her pussy wide open.
Should she call Si-baek? Cha-eon groped her swollen lower body, which was being forcibly stimulated, and went down through her thick pubic hair. And she had to spread her plump labia with her hands and expose her urethral opening. Why didn’t the shame go away even though she was so drunk?
“Ple... ase...”
She should have snapped at him for tormenting her like this, but the reality she was facing was so miserable that only pleas flowed out of her mouth, contrary to her heart.
“It’s nice to beg and cry, but you’re so bad at it that I’m losing interest. Show me properly. Make me want to eat it.”
Huh? He asked leisurely and clicked his tongue. She felt like her heart was falling to the ground and rolling in the mud, fearing that someone might see her, but he even sighed languidly.
The rough pubic hair on both sides of her vulva rubbed between her fingers. Nevertheless, Cha-eon had to spread her fingers to the left and right and show him her pussy as if offering it to him.
She tried to hold back by tensing her perineum, but the thin stream of water spurted out into the air, looking pretty. Still, she gritted her teeth and endured.
Her vulva, touched by her fingertips, breathed heavily. Her moist urethra was panting, and the man, who had been leaning against the car door and just watching, came back in as if he was giving her a special favor and picked her up.
Then, he put her between his legs and lightly pressed her forehead against his shoulder.
“So, behave yourself. You’re a good student when you listen well.”
“Aheut, heu.”
“You’re already tired from doing what?”
Cha-eon grabbed his shoulder tightly just before fainting. Her mind was fading away. Was it because of the alcohol she had poured down after a long time, even though she didn’t get drunk easily? Or was it because of this unbelievable and dirty act with this man? Or what was it? Her eyes closed as she was overwhelmed by the belated intoxication.
She had no energy to be angry, no strength to resist further, no strength to cry out in shame. She was unbelievably exhausted and sleepy. It was funny that this happened to her now, after a year of suffering from insomnia.
It was more accurate to say that she had no strength in her body.
“Heut, heueu. Ah.”
Because her legs were wide open, she could clearly feel the lukewarm air coming in and out of her open hole. She had only done this position when she masturbated, so it was unfamiliar to her.
A little bit of liquid that she hadn’t been able to release earlier dripped down and stained his pants, but he didn’t care.
“Hug me properly.”
Cha-eon kept drooping and clung to his neck, pressing her heavy breasts against his chest.
“Is this your usual drinking habit? You’re being clingy and fussy now.”
“You’re forcing me to do it.”
“Wasn’t it you who opened your pussy and peed because you liked it?”
“Sh, shut up.”
Cha-eon grabbed the back of his head and retaliated against the man’s voice, which was laughing hollowly. It was courage she wouldn’t have had if she hadn’t drunk alcohol.
He wouldn’t cut off her hands, would he? Like he did to Seok-won. Then her wrist was suddenly grabbed and bent. Strangely, it didn’t hurt much.
“Our Cha-eon, you’re talking like a bitch.”
“Aheuk...”
“Just know that I’m letting you live because I can’t leave you drunk.”
It was a tone of giving her special mercy. Cha-eon collapsed, exhausted, without achieving her goal.
“Good job. You’re so defenseless that guys like me can fuck you.”
The sound of his belt buckle being released was heard, and she could feel something warm and heavy rubbing against her soft vulva. After opening her wide labia minora, he pressed and rubbed between them. She vaguely recognized that it was the man’s cock, which she had felt earlier. It had a distinct presence and weight from his hands, which had been touching her.
Would her ankles really be broken if she ran away from here? The powerlessness and intoxication from fear mixed together and bound her body. He was a strong and solid man, so she couldn’t even dream of escaping. That fact oppressed her.
It was an invisible chain and a weapon. He pressed down so hard that he crushed the gap between her split pussy, and then the end of the man’s large, warm cock pushed into the gap. Cha-eon grabbed his shoulder at the pressure of entering the narrow gap.
“Uheut, ah! No, don’t!”
“Lift your butt more.”
“Aang! Ah, heueu!”
“Just think about how to fuck more deliciously. Don’t think about anything else.”
You think too much. His rebuke followed. It was true, but she didn’t want to admit it like this.
Slap. At the order to do as he said, Cha-eon took a breath and lifted her waist a little. Soon, the glans entered, and the thick body and root followed, grinding.
Cha-eon unconsciously tightened her anus at the foreign object that was thrusting in and kicking in so much that her insides felt bloated. His cock, which was busy exploring the inside by bouncing off the vaginal walls as if to eat between the vaginal folds, throbbed so much that it hurt.
Her perineum kept tensing, squeezing and pressing his cock, which was rising up. She could feel his cock raising its blood vessels at the tightening of her hole.
“Don’t relax. Your ankles.”
“Ple, please don’t cut off my ankles, haeueut.”
“Relax your ankles.”
He hit her butt and signaled her to move. The man was really simple. He probably thought that all the women had done it on their own without him saying anything. It was just a meaningless thought.
Was she stupid to think it was fortunate? Fortunately, it didn’t seem like the man would harm Do-won, and she was convinced that he wasn’t as deeply involved with Ae-ran as she thought.
She didn’t know why, but it seemed that his main target wasn’t the people around her, but herself.
Her vulva, which had been caressed earlier and had even leaked secretions, twitched hotly. She was definitely not the type of person who slept around when she was drunk, but she could understand a little why people became impulsive when they drank.
It was a relief, she thought, that it wasn’t Seok-won. She had seen that man beat women while having sex with them. The woman had come out of the massage room with her cheeks covered in bruises. In the past, when she had locked her door and held her breath in fear, Su-ji had protected her from Seok-won. Su-ji’s mere presence had been a source of strength for her.
Was it true, as the man said, that pain could be forgotten with greater pain? To forget and erase with a more intense memory...
Foolishly, this was the first time since Su-ji’s death that she had drunk alcohol and not been tormented by thoughts of Su-ji.
She felt like she was going insane following this man. It seemed that the hand this man held out was becoming gentle. This brute, this gangster.
Perhaps he was taking advantage of her mind and body being separated by the alcohol that had taken over her body, he slapped her buttocks to make her shake harder.
The slap made a loud sound, but it didn’t hurt. He was holding her ankles, but it didn’t seem like he was going to cut them off. Rather, she felt a strange sensation as if he was gently massaging her ankle bones and Achilles tendons, and her heart churned.
Cha-eon shook her hips, half voluntarily and half involuntarily. She held onto his shoulders, her heavy eyes half-closed. Her breasts swayed as if she were going over speed bumps.
“Aang, ah! Aang, aheuh, ah!”
“You said you’d do everything I told you to. If you just suck my dick properly, I wouldn’t say anything. What are you going to do if you can’t even suck a dick properly?”
“Uheuh, ah!”
She hadn’t seen it properly before, so she didn’t know much, but Kwon-seok’s cock, groping inside her pussy, had an unusually bulging and thick glans. The thick tip that scraped her vaginal walls was followed by a shaft that was also formidable, and it was thick to the root, so there was no easy course anywhere.
Every thrust was a difficult course. When he ate the last root, she had to gasp for breath because of the thick cylinder that opened her pussy hole endlessly.
The crisis deepened even more as he bit and sucked her swaying nipples wetly. Cha-eon hugged him, who was focused on sucking her nipples, and shook her hips as if she were being beaten with his dick.
Indeed, as if he were giving her a massage with a club, the thick rod relentlessly stabbed and moved busily inside her narrow pussy. When the full balls rubbed her perineum, his dick core inserted the last plug.
As soon as that happened, the dick plug came out again, and the glans rubbed the entrance of the hole, entering in a dizzying chain reaction.
The strange feeling of the wrinkled balls rubbing her perineum, the force of the man’s cock stabbing as if assaulting her, made Cha-eon finally faint.
“Aheut, heu, aheung! Ah, aang! Heueu.”
Inside the black sedan visible through the rear window of the car, Si-baek and Jong-seop were definitely there.
She knew, but if she stopped, his hand would fly to her buttocks and whip her. A painless whipping. Her head was a mess with that contradictory gesture.
Cha-eon had to diligently move her bottom hole, hugging his neck tightly. She turned her waist, ate the bumpy blood vessels like protrusions, slid down the shaft, and lifted her waist again as if kicking. She shook her waist, exposing her buttocks vulgarly.
Then, as if to say she was doing well, the man’s hand hugged her small buttocks and waist as if supporting them.
She didn’t have the leisure to care whether he was supporting her firmly or caressing her, as her genitals were being pierced by his cock, which was like a man’s forearm.
The narrow pussy flesh struggled to eat the bumpy, muscular shaft, making a squelching sound.
“Aheung, aang! Ah!”
The seat creaked from the violent recoil, and the car body even shook. If Si-baek and Jong-seop were in the car behind, would they see her messy face?
Even if it was darkly tinted and couldn’t be seen, they would know what was happening inside this car. They might have seen her earlier with her legs wide open towards the wide-open door.
As if scolding her for still having the mind to feel shame, he grabbed the cock that was moving in and out and demanded that she lie face down.
“I’ll make it so they can’t see you.”
“Aheuk. You crazy bastard.”
“Our Cha-eon still has a dog-like way of speaking.”
“Heueu...”
“The crazy bastard’s dick has to go in, so lift your butt properly. Your pussy has to be visible to fuck you deliciously.”
Inside her pussy, which had a big empty space due to the lack of the cock that had been filling and blocking her bottom hole, dripped saliva and dripped lukewarm liquid as if protesting. Suddenly, Hyo-jeong’s words came to mind, saying that she didn’t drink beer because she went to the bathroom too often.
The non-viscous drops dripped down and flowed down her pale thighs. Even if she tensed her perineal sphincter to avoid peeing, the flowing water was irresistible.
The water droplets ran down her legs and then flowed like a stream. The sound of emptying her bladder was so refreshing.
The clothes she was lying on were getting wet. It was urination beyond her control. She ended up having trouble due to excessive drinking.
“Ah, heu.”
She was peeing in front of the man, with only her buttocks raised.
She tried to grope the entrance with her hand, but there was no way she could do anything in the position with her buttocks raised. To make matters worse, the large thing that had been inserted and then pulled out left an empty space, and the inside of the open hole twitched. It was as if her inner flesh was falling apart and waiting for him due to the absence of his cock.
“Don’t look, ah. Aheuh.”
“I’m going to show you how I fucked Na Ae-ran, Cha-eon.”
The man, who had been looking at everything as if admiring it, spread her thick flesh even wider with his fingers and then inserted the glans. His balls adhered to her wet vulva at once. It felt like her lower abdomen was pierced through by the suddenly invading shaft.
With only her buttocks raised like a four-legged animal, her hole was filled with the man’s cock once again. Unlike her will, her sticky inner flesh repeatedly opened and closed, sucking and pulling the flesh shaft.
She could feel the dripping water droplets gathering in the wrinkles of his balls and the joints sticking together wetly.
Her lower body, connected to him, was constantly tingling as if it were shuddering. Was it also because of the alcohol? Her body was shaking on its own, so much that she couldn’t tell whether she was shaking her waist or he was lifting his cock.
Sluurp, creak, crack, squelch, every time his cock thrust in and out quickly, there was a vulgar friction sound of eating and spitting out his cock. The labia minora, which had been fluttering and rubbing against the shaft that moved in the middle of her pussy, were rubbed even faster, and the flow of water flowing down her thighs also increased in speed.
“Eoh, aang! Ah!”
“Should I tell Si-baek to come and wipe you?”
“Please stop talking about the chief, heu, heu, please.”
“Then why do you care about them?”
It was only natural to be conscious of someone when having sex. This man, who asked what was so strange about that, was very strange. But she didn’t have the mental capacity to argue there.
She just endured this tidal wave of sex that was sweeping over her.
The force of his thrusting was different from the reciprocating motion she had been doing by shaking her hips, and the speed was different.
As her hips tried to sink down as if exhausted, her pelvis was lifted up by the force of his cock thrusting, without allowing her to sink down. Rather, because she was limply collapsing downwards, she became more deeply intertwined with the rising shaft.
“Aheuh! Aang! Ah, don’t, move. Ah! Aang!”
She resented him for lifting her up so she couldn’t even sit down, but she also had to cry out as the pleasure, starting from her vulva and spreading to her whole body like a raging wave, overwhelmed her. Her legs limply swayed at the extreme pleasure.
It felt like the time it took for the pleasure to reach her whole body from the point of contact was getting shorter and shorter. Along with that, the speed of his cock thrusting in and out also increased.
Even though she had expected slow movements because he was thrusting so deeply that she wondered if there was such a space inside her vulva and because his cock was long and thick, he was accelerating at a speed that defied even her seemingly grounded scientific assumptions.
Even at the moment when the fully raised dick head hit the deep spot and pulled out, it rubbed and bounced off every inch of the vaginal wall, securing the remaining pleasure.
As her pleading, crying voice grew louder, the glans ring hit the end point like a wedge. She felt like he had really reached the very end of her vagina, the dead end, and she gagged.
Like someone looking for where her G-spot was, his tight cock rubbed and touched every vaginal fold. Once he found a G-spot, he didn’t miss it and even got confirmation by hitting it repeatedly.
Cha-eon groaned almost sobbing while offering her pussy.
“Relax. Good girl. You have to relax to eat my cum well.”
His words, which were a subtle mix of threats and coaxing, were indistinguishable. Perhaps because of that, it was difficult to understand his intentions at once. She could only feel that his heinous, vicious cock had reached its climax. Now, her mental thread was almost loose and her vision was blurred.
The moment she relaxed her body as he said, he began to push her foreskin and the bulging clit with his fingertips at the same time.
“Aang! Ang! Aah! No, ah!”
Her whole body shook as if it was about to launch, and she felt her balls throbbing in her perineum for a moment. His raw dick settled in her vagina for a long time, widening the space to vomit his seed.
He rubbed the large labia minora and the area around her pussy with the relaxed skin of his balls, as if taking a breather after emptying his seed. In the meantime, he didn’t forget to persistently rub her clit and increase her pleasure. His skillful hand movements instantly lifted her to the top of her climax.
“Uueuh, heueu...”
It was her first time having such an unbelievable orgasm, so Cha-eon raised her hips upside down and kicked the seat like a seizure. After a long time, she felt all the tremors subside. His ejaculation was over.
As soon as his cock came out, he took her limp hand and blocked her open vulva.
“If it leaks, Si-baek will come and block it.”
He was saying something, but she didn’t know what he was saying anymore. Cha-eon even heard tinnitus. She wanted to let go of her mind quickly, but even that was not easy due to the aftereffects of the pleasure that had taken over her body and showed no signs of leaving.
“You, that, Lee Do-won... hoo.”
“......”
“...still.”
“......”
“Never mind. Let’s not talk about it.”
After a long time, she felt him put on her suit jacket, and she also felt her body being lifted. Judging by the fact that he was walking, it seemed that he was going into the villa, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Si-baek and Jong-seop would be watching.
From some point on, she couldn’t remember anything. She finally fainted.
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