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Cha-eon avoided Kwon-seok’s cold gaze.
“I wanted to express my gratitude, and it seems like you always wear a tie, Director. Ae-ran also had some errands, so we came out together. I know you’re busy, but I called.”
He didn’t even look at Ae-ran, his gaze fixed on her, piercingly.
“I thought this would be better than... an unappetizing meal...”
She felt pathetic, talking about buying a cheap tie for this man, who was dressed in a perfect suit from head to toe, as if he had come straight from work. She felt foolish, smiling as if she had forgotten the kiss she had been replaying until yesterday.
Ae-ran, who hadn’t answered her question about whether she liked him, came home drunk that night.
“Cha-eon, I... I... I like the director. I like him, Cha-eon. I shouldn’t, but...”
Ae-ran, who was crying uncontrollably in her drunkenness, buried her face in her hands.
“I was so jealous of you, I even hated you a little. I shouldn’t, but... I resented you for the first time.”
“Sister.”
“It’s pathetic, really. There are other people to be jealous of. How dare I be jealous of you... I shouldn’t be doing this to you.”
“Sister, you’re drunk.”
“But... I keep wanting to see him, Cha-eon. You... you can live without him. You give up easily. I know I’m pathetic. But I... I... sob. I feel like he’s going to be my last man. I’ve never felt like this before. My heart aches just thinking about it...”
It was the first time. Ae-ran had ever honestly revealed her feelings and begged for help.
Ae-ran, who had never complained even when her brother was causing trouble in the neighborhood, doing all sorts of terrible things.
“My brother will come back, and I’m so scared I’ll be sold off again. If he’s there, I think I’ll be okay. I really didn’t want to say this to you.”
“But sister, that man...”
Cha-eon couldn’t bring herself to tell her what had happened between them, and could only move her lips.
“I don’t care. I know everything, and I still want to be with him.”
Ae-ran immediately cut her off, saying she knew everything.
She didn’t know love could be so painful, Ae-ran said, clutching her chest. Cha-eon knew what she was asking. She was asking her to stop seeing Cha Kwon-seok. She hadn’t said it directly, but she couldn’t possibly not know.
“You weren’t there for Su-ji. I... I was with Su-ji the day before she died. We were together. I think I can ask you for that much.”
She was trying to make her feel guilty, saying she had been there when Cha-eon had left and hadn’t returned. She was shaking and stimulating Cha-eon’s weak spots, saying she had filled her empty space during the many days she had been gone.
“Just this once... I won’t ask for anything else. Really.”
Cha-eon, who couldn’t say a word while watching Ae-ran cry, finally spoke after Ae-ran fell asleep.
“Sister, if I do that, will you really be happy?”
She said that to the sleeping Ae-ran. Yes. That’s right. She was used to giving up, even without that man. She had always struggled to adapt to what she didn’t have, so what difference would one more thing make?
Attraction to the opposite sex, what was so great about that? She could erase that man from her memory as if he had never been anything. In fact, they weren’t even that close.
She didn’t know if Ae-ran remembered their drunken conversation, but she could definitely feel that her attitude towards her had changed since that day. She was uncomfortable and sorry to see her. Her complex feelings were clearly visible on her face.
Her desire for Ae-ran to be happy was sincere.
Since she couldn’t be happy, her desire for Ae-ran to be happy... was somewhat sincere.
People passing by the department store glanced at Kwon-seok. It was natural that they found it strange that a man who didn’t fit in with ordinary men’s clothing was here. But what could she do? She couldn’t afford to go to the luxury goods section.
He could have said something, but he just stared at her, as if he was watching to see how far she would go. But when she looked at Ae-ran, who was standing beside her, smiling awkwardly, she thought it was for the best. She shouldn’t have any foolish dreams about love or anything like that. She should just work hard and go back to school, and that would be the end of it.
Her life wasn’t about relying on someone and being comforted anyway.
He wasn’t the kind of man who would listen if she told him to leave and go to another store, so she had to choose something quickly. She picked out a cheap tie and held it up to his neck. He looked good in anything, thanks to his good build. Cha-eon grabbed one at random and took it to the cashier. After all, the gift was just an excuse, and this was for Ae-ran.
He didn’t say a word, but Cha-eon’s chest felt tight and her stomach ached.
The heat was finally subsiding, and there was a cool breeze in the morning and evening, but she felt like she was trapped in a tropical night.
“If you keep crying, they’ll take you away.”
The man’s voice, whispering in her ear like a sigh when she was dizzy and her body was weak, replayed in her mind. He said that while holding her so they couldn’t take her... She shook her head. When had she ever been used to someone holding her? When had she ever needed someone to cover her eyes to calm her down? If you get used to relying on someone, you can’t stand on your own. What love was she talking about?
“Cha-eon, what are you doing? Aren’t you getting on?”
Cha-eon, who had been staring blankly at the open elevator door, got on.
She didn’t know what she was thinking when she bought the gift. Ae-ran, holding the bag with the tie, looked puzzled.
The man was standing behind her. More and more people were crowding in. The elevator was full. The man’s hard chest was pressed against her back. He was so solid that she couldn’t push him away, so she stood there, holding onto him for balance.
She stood there, inhaling his skin scent that poured down her neck. Even when she turned her head and looked away, their arms kept touching.
The moment their fingers touched, she met Ae-ran’s eyes. She instinctively flinched, took her hand away, and clasped her hands together. Her body felt hot under the man’s gaze. But her heart felt endlessly cold.
It was uncharacteristic of him. She thought he would resist, but he obediently entered the nameless department store restaurant and sat down. Her heart pounded, wondering how far he would go.
She figured she should give them some space now that she had set the stage, and was just waiting for the right moment. Should she say she was going to the bathroom before the food came out? She was clumsy at things like this; you had to have experience to do it well.
She deliberately gave Ae-ran the seat across from him. Cha-eon glanced towards the entrance. Si-baek, Jong-seop, and a few other familiar men were guarding the entrance. Surely they would let her through if she said she was going to the bathroom. While she was thinking, the food they had ordered arrived.
“Oh, my sister likes noodles. You didn’t tell us what you liked, Director. Oh, I got some movie tickets. Do you like movies, Director? You’re busy, but do you have time?”
His continued silence made Cha-eon’s mouth dry. Ae-ran, who was glancing at her, also looked apologetic, sweating profusely. For some reason, the way Kwon-seok was looking at her made her heart race, but she knew she couldn’t do this again.
“I’ll go to the bathroom for a moment... please start without me.”
His smirk was blatant. Cha-eon flinched as she was about to get up.
He rested his arm on the table, propped his chin up, tilted his head, and looked at her.
“No, you can’t just leave.”
It was his voice, which had been silent all along.
His cold words, sharp as blades, pierced Cha-eon.
“Since you’re so sincere, you should at least see us get a room, don’t you think?”
There was no way he could have been fooled by such a clumsy plan.
“I humored you a few times because you were acting cute, but it seems there’s no end to it.”
He lowered his hand from his chin, staring at her, who was silent. The sudden coldness in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.
“Si-baek.”
The man immediately approached and bowed his head without hesitation. Kwon-seok’s eyes were still on her.
“Get a room at the hotel. Tell them we’re coming now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Si-baek immediately took out his phone from his chest pocket and left. Cha-eon was frozen, unable to move.
Kwon-seok got up and turned his gaze to Ae-ran for the first time.
“What are you doing? Get up.”
“Yes, yes?”
“Didn’t you two put on this show for me? I’ll play along at your level.”
His cold voice tore at her heart and choked her throat. Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to say that it wasn’t her true intention. She didn’t dare reach out.
She had never been greedy for anything in her life. When she was young, she had to give up piano lessons that her friends went to, and in high school, she had to reject the confession of the student council president she liked. It was because she was afraid that rumors about her living in a bad neighborhood would bother him.
She was just used to letting go. It was awkward to say she wanted something.
“You give up easily.”
This was just an extension of that. But why did it hurt so much?
She saw Kwon-seok’s chest approaching her, standing blankly. A high-quality tie was naturally placed on his broad chest. A chest that her cheap tie couldn’t even dream of reaching.
“You...”
The man, who couldn’t finish his sentence, let out a short sigh and looked down at her head, as if choosing his words.
“You think I’m a pushover because I’ve been humoring you a few times, haven’t you?”
“...It’s not that.”
“If it wasn’t that, then why would you...”
He suppressed his anger, his breath escaping through his clenched teeth. He grabbed Cha-eon’s shoulder. It didn’t seem like he had used much force, but Cha-eon’s shoulder hurt, and she closed her eyes. It was actually an excuse because she couldn’t bear to look at his eyes.
“How easy did you think I was for you to even think about playing with me like this?”
“...Director.”
“I’ve been too kind, haven’t I?”
She felt like she was going to hyperventilate. She felt like her breath was caught in her throat, unable to escape.
She had never imagined she would feel like this. Why was her heart...?
“Director...”
“Why? Do you want to join in?”
“Ah...”
“What are you surprised about? Are you afraid we’re going to have a threesome? Since we’ve already set the stage, you should at least see her get fucked. It would be even better to see how she gets pregnant.”
He wiped his hands with a neatly folded napkin on the table. He threw the crumpled napkin on the table like a rag and asked her again with a look.
He was tormenting her with dirty words, as if he was going to treat her as vulgarly as she deserved.
She realized that something was very wrong. It was too late.
“How much more fun do you want to have with me, huh?”
Cha-eon stood there like a frozen icicle. His eyes and voice, which she had never seen before, made her heart feel like it was going to drop.
“Don’t like it? If you don’t, we’ll skip it.”
The man walked past her without looking back. He grabbed Ae-ran’s wrist, as if snatching it.
“What do you want me to do? Come with me.”
The man’s voice faded away. Kwon-seok and Ae-ran disappeared. She didn’t have the courage to look back, but she was sure of one thing.
They disappeared together. To the hotel room Si-baek had booked, together.
Only the man’s cologne lingered in the empty space.
She walked down the alley. She didn’t even remember what she was thinking as she walked this far.
Yes, it’s a good thing. It turned out the way you wanted. Ae-ran and that man disappeared together, and they’ll be together. Everything turned out the way you wanted, so why are you crying?
Cha-eon wiped away the tears that were falling down her cheeks with the back of her hand.
The lights on the second floor were still off, so he hadn’t come yet.
Yes, just end it like this. That’s all there is to it. What’s so difficult? If you’re busy working, you won’t have time to think about these things. It’s probably because you’re not tired enough.
What are they doing now? What would a man and a woman do in a locked room? How foolish.
“......”
There was no point in resenting Ae-ran. She was the one who gave him up. But why did it feel like this...?
Cha-eon quickly wiped away the tears that were dangling from the tip of her chin.
The wind was dry and even a little cool. This long, exhausting summer was almost over, and August was coming to an end.
What should she do now? He said that if your head is complicated, your body should be busy. That man said that.
Cha-eon stopped walking and grabbed her chest.
What should she do to be busy? Return to school. Job preparation. That’s all she could think of right now.
It was still tight to pay for tuition and living expenses at the same time, so it wasn’t in her plans, but she felt like she had to do something now. Go back to school, work. There was nothing strange about a suddenly busy life.
She didn’t know if the house would sell right away, but she had to do something. She didn’t leave this neighborhood because she didn’t want to. It had been more than half a month since she put the house up for sale, but she hadn’t received a single call to see it.
She felt like she was standing in a dead-end maze with no way out. She had to do something now... anything.
“......”
Ironically, she was forcibly freed from the lethargy that had held her back for nearly a year after Su-ji’s death. She felt like she had to do something now. She felt like she could only live if she did.
Cha-eon finally grabbed the wall and hit her chest. Why are you crying? Why? You were prepared for this.
“Sob, huh. Ah.”
But she hadn’t expected to feel like this. She didn’t know how to handle this heartbreaking feeling she was experiencing for the first time.
She didn’t know how, so she just shed tears for no reason.
She left the house early in the morning without sleeping a wink. Then she ran into Ae-ran coming down the stairs.
She must have come home early this morning. They hadn’t been together until morning. Cha-eon didn’t have the courage to look at Ae-ran’s face, so she avoided her gaze. She didn’t want to know how hot their night had been, and she didn’t want to hear her say thank you and sorry.
“Cha-eon.”
“I’m going to the convenience store because I have a headache. My head hurts too much.”
She left the villa as if running away and walked to the convenience store. It was a deliberate avoidance. Ae-ran also didn’t seem comfortable facing her, so she didn’t follow her or come to the beauty salon. It was impossible for them to feel comfortable facing each other after the trouble they had caused that day.
A week had passed without them seeing each other, either intentionally or by chance.
Cha-eon went to work and rummaged through the refrigerator, opening a can of cola. She felt like she needed something cool to soothe her stomach.
When she said she was quitting the beauty salon, Yeong-rim and the other women at the salon said it was a good thing. They welcomed her decision, saying she should go back to school and not stay here forever.
“Yeah, you’ll just think about Su-ji if you stay here. This neighborhood is so tiring, we’ve been living here for decades. We’ll miss you, but you have a bright future. Don’t stay here any longer, for your sake. But keep in touch. Don’t you dare cut off contact.”
It was the beauty salon she had been going to for over 10 years, following Su-ji, who had learned everything since she was a child. She wouldn’t be sad or regretful about leaving, but she felt bitter about not seeing the women at the salon again. They were her family, for better or worse.
“But your house still hasn’t sold? You need to sell it to move. What are you going to do?”
“For now, I’m going to live in a studio apartment in front of the school until the house sells. The deposit isn’t that big, and if I add the salary I got recently, I think I can cover the tuition.”
“But Ae-ran hasn’t been seen for over a week. What’s going on? She used to come running every evening.”
“Na Ae-ran is no saint either.”
Ae-ran, who hadn’t been seen for over a week, was walking towards the store with a paper carrier containing sandwiches and coffee. Yeong-rim clicked her tongue as she saw Ae-ran.
“What? Why did you stop talking when I came in?”
“We were talking about you, why?”
Ae-ran put down the sandwiches and coffee and glared. She had quit the massage parlor and started working at a cafe, and her shifts were shorter. She seemed to have been busy adapting to her new job for the past week.
She was also busy. She had applied for reinstatement, visited several studio apartments around the school to find a place to live, and had to finish her remaining work at the beauty salon.
She tried to forget about that man by keeping herself busy. He was right. You have to move your body to forget. You can forget better if you’re in pain. She was thinking about that man again.
“I’m going to go now. I’m meeting someone at five.”
“Cha-eon, come and eat a sandwich too. You have time to eat and go.”
“No. I have to go before that.”
Ae-ran’s gaze was fixed on her. Since that day, she and Ae-ran had grown apart, and they were uncomfortable with each other. Ae-ran seemed to want to talk to her, but she was too tired and overwhelmed to face her right now. If she had known it would be this hard on her heart, she wouldn’t have done it.
Regret always comes after it’s too late to turn back.
Cha-eon silently washed her hands and packed her bag.
“Ae-ran, it seems like you’re doing well with the man you were meeting? You’re putting too much effort into your clothes?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Cha-eon met Ae-ran’s smiling eyes, but she turned her head as she put her wallet away.
“Who is he? Won’t you tell me? What kind of amazing man is he that you’re acting so unlike yourself?”
“Are you that curious about other people’s love lives?”
“Bullshit. Don’t try to weasel out of it, just tell me honestly.”
The bustling beauty salon was uncomfortable. It was Friday evening, and everyone was in a flurry, suggesting they close the shop early and go for drinks.
“I’ll head out first.”
Cha-eon folded the umbrella she had set aside and put it in her bag before getting up.
As she opened the salon door and stepped out, she felt Ae-ran’s gaze lingering on her back. She seemed to have something to say, but she also seemed to find it difficult to open her mouth. They had been together for a long time. She could tell that much without asking. How did things end up like this? They used to understand each other with just a glance, but now they were awkward.
She left the shop completely and headed for the main street.
Her head was spinning as if the clear sky was about to collapse on her. No, her chest, one side of her heart, felt numb as if it was filled with water. She had been experiencing these unexplained dizzy spells for several days now.
Cha-eon suppressed the urge to sit down and left the salon, taking a bus.
It was the day she was supposed to sign the lease for the studio apartment she had seen near the school.
“There are so many students looking for rooms because the semester is starting soon. I even turned down calls from people who wanted to see this room today, saying I was giving it to you.”
“Yes, thank you.”
Cha-eon put the lease in her bag and left the real estate agency. The pubs were crowded, as the semester was approaching. It was a good thing. Now that she was back in school, she should focus on her studies. She never dreamed she would be returning to school like this, but it was definitely a good thing for her. If her house sold while she was living like this, she planned to get a two-room apartment in a cheaper neighborhood with a loan.
She had once vowed to do that with Su-ji. Now that her sister was gone, she had to make it on her own. Therefore, she had to do everything well on her own.
Cha-eon looked down at the lease during the bus ride home. The deposit was seed money she had earned by working hard for a year under Yeong-rim after her leave of absence. It was a new beginning, so she shouldn’t be discouraged. Yes, she shouldn’t.
As she kept telling herself that, the pressure to do everything well on her own grew.
Cha-eon got off the bus and went into the cafe right in front of the bus stop.
“One large iced Americano, please. The largest one.”
She took the cup with the clinking ice and drank it all down. Looking around, she couldn’t see the luxurious black car anymore. She had told herself that she didn’t need to be watched anymore, but she didn’t know why she kept looking for it, why she felt bitter. She felt tormented as these inexplicable feelings continued.
The phone on the table buzzed. It was a call. It was Do-won.
“Senior.”
She was happy to hear from him after a long time.
I heard you’re going back to school. Hyo-jeong told me. “Oh, yes.” Two days ago, Hyo-jeong had called, and when she said she was thinking of going back to school, she must have told Do-won.
Are you going to live in the dorms? “No. I don’t know what will happen with my house, so I found a studio apartment. They don’t give dorm assignments to fourth-year students easily.”
I see. That’s good. I called as soon as I heard you were going back to school. It’s good to hear your voice. Cha-eon, who was quietly wiping her hands with a small piece of tissue, recalled the man who had wiped his hands with a napkin and looked at her a week ago. The arrogant gesture of throwing away the restaurant napkin he had carelessly wiped his hands with, like a piece of tissue, and the even more unruly look. Despite being a gangster, the man, with his beautifully arranged features, long, neat fingers, wrinkle-free white shirt, and tie, was so elegant and refined that her hands couldn’t dare to touch him.
Cha-eon, are you listening? “...Yes, Senior.” As she stirred the ice in her coffee with a straw and looked out the window, a group of men in black shirts passed by. A familiar face. Where had she seen them? Definitely... “Kim Seok-won...”
Huh? Who? She remembered seeing them with Kim Seok-won at the massage parlor. It was definitely one of the men who had been with Kim Seok-won at the massage parlor. “Senior, I’ll call you later.”
Cha-eon ended the call and left the cafe, following the men. As the men entered the alley leading to her house, they made phone calls and looked around. Just in case. Holding her breath, she instinctively took a step back. Kwon-seok had killed Kim Seok-won, and Kwon-seok had also cut off the head of the man who had threatened to kill him. If they were from the same organization as Kim Seok-won, they might be looking for Kwon-seok, who was involved in both incidents.
That man was in danger.
Cha-eon hid behind a car and opened the phone’s camera to take pictures. She zoomed in as much as possible, afraid they would hear her if she got any closer. She had a short but strong conviction that she could do something if she knew their faces. She covered the speaker hole to prevent the camera sound from being heard, but one of the men turned around quickly, as if he had heard the click.
Fortunately, he just looked around once, and the men started walking quickly again. Cha-eon quickly rummaged through her bag. She opened her wallet to find Si-baek’s business card. Had she left it at home?
This was a disaster. What if those men went into her house and found the business card? She took out her phone and searched through her call history. It didn’t take long to find Si-baek’s number.
“Please pick up, please.” With the phone that wasn’t being answered pressed to her ear, she ran down the alley and out to the intersection. She flagged down a taxi and headed for Moonseong headquarters. She never thought she would have to go or look for him again, but she didn’t have time for such trivial thoughts. She kept calling on the way, but he still didn’t answer. Her heart was pounding, thinking he might be in danger.
She jumped out of the taxi and ran breathlessly. But she was stopped at the entrance, unable to even go inside. It was what she had expected. Even so, why had she run all the way here, knowing this would happen? She had come without clearly defining her reasons. But she was certain of one thing: she hoped he wouldn’t get hurt. With a feeling of finality, she made a call. She heard the voice of the person she thought wouldn’t answer. “Director’s assistant. This is Jung Cha-eon.” Relieved that he had answered, Cha-eon took a breath, wondering how to make her words logical and coherent. “Are you asking if she has an appointment?” Si-baek, who had been listening quietly to the gruff security guard’s voice, spoke up.
• Put her on the phone. Put the guy in front of you on the phone.
As soon as Si-baek finished speaking, Cha-eon immediately handed the phone to the security guard. The man, still looking at her suspiciously, snatched it away. “Yes. Yes, I understand.” The security guard, bowing to Si-baek, whom he couldn’t even see, led her to the parking lot. A black sedan was stopped, ready to exit. It seemed they were about to leave. As she approached, the rear window went down as if they had been waiting for her. Her heart pounded. Inside the car was the familiar lingering scent and its owner. It had been a week.
No, to be precise, it had been a week and 20 hours. She greeted him without even making proper eye contact. Even in this moment, she foolishly thought she was lucky to be able to speak to him before he left. “I have something to tell you.” She didn’t know what expression he was making, or what kind of eyes he was looking at her with. She simply endured the coldness.
Cha-eon felt like she was about to burst into tears, which was unlike her. She had thought he would never see her again. Cha-eon took a breath, afraid her voice would tremble if she opened her mouth. “Looks like I’ll be waiting forever.” His unique, leisurely voice, asking “Huh?” again, didn’t seem to have the patience to wait for her with generous understanding.
Jung Cha-eon, she herself, had made it that way. “There’s no one here who’s idle enough to wait for you.” His voice wasn’t as cold as she had thought. It was just dry and devoid of warmth. That made it even harder for her. It felt like she wasn’t even someone he would bother arguing with anymore, that there wasn’t even a shred of affection left for him to be angry.
“...It seems like the people from the organization Kim Seok-won was involved with are looking for you, Director. They don’t seem to know it’s you yet, but they came to my house today. You might get hurt...” In her urgency, she involuntarily raised her head and met his eyes.
“You might... get hurt.” She held out her phone to him, her voice urgent. “These are pictures of those men.” His expression was indifferent, a look she had never seen before. It was a look that wouldn’t even offer a hand if she were dying right in front of him. She held out her phone with trembling hands, but his eyes, not even looking at the phone, were fixed on her.
“Okay, interesting. I heard you.” His tone was dry and devoid of any interest or excitement. “Don’t come here again with this kind of thing. Let’s go, Jong-seop.” “Yes, sir.” The window went up, closing her off like a barrier. The car drove away and soon disappeared from view. Why had she come all the way here? She had hoped he wouldn’t get hurt, but she knew better than anyone that she wouldn’t see anything good even if she met him.
“Are you in a position to worry about others right now?” She mocked herself. Was she in a position to worry about him, who could take care of himself better than anyone? So why had she come here? “Get a grip, you idiot. What are you doing here?” She rarely cried, and she had endured her whole life without tears. Why did her eyes feel hot whenever she got involved with that man? It seemed like she cried every time she met him.
Truly, she was an idiot.
She wiped away the tears that had gathered at her chin with the back of her hand, but as soon as she wiped them away, more tears streamed down her cheeks. She stared blankly at the ground. As she looked at the worn tips of her shoes, a pair of clean dress shoes came into her blurry vision.
Expensive-looking shoes and equally expensive suit pants. “Stop that. You’re not worth drinking, even if you were ground up.” She raised her head, unable to even think about wiping away her falling tears. The sedan was parked a short distance away, having backed up at some point. The man was standing right in front of her, one eyebrow furrowed, looking down at her.
Yes, she would have preferred him to be angry. She would have preferred him not to act like nothing had happened, she would have preferred him to interrogate her. Why did she feel relieved when she saw his angry face?
“...I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“...I didn’t mean to. As you know, Ae-ran likes you, Director, and I... I don’t know. I keep thinking about you, Director, and I tremble involuntarily when I’m around you, but I’m also scared, and I also feel reassured. I don’t understand my own feelings. People shouldn’t act presumptuously. I know my place.”
“Why? Did your sister tell you that too?”
“How did you know...”
“Your sister didn’t seem to know her place either.”
He was probably pointing out that her sister had met Chairman Seong. Since his words were correct, she had nothing to say in response.
“Why do you keep looking for the one who died and left you behind?”
It was natural. They were the only family under the sky. She had grown up with her, enduring the sweltering summers and heart-chilling winters together; she was her everything. The man looked down at her, who was crying sorrowfully for a long time. His eyes, which couldn’t be read, made her uneasy.
“You’ve already acted presumptuously for a while now, so what’s the problem?”
“...Sorry...”
“Is Na Ae-ran in a position to try something with me?”
“......”
“Yeah, right.”
It was blatant mockery, followed by a sigh. She knew. She had wanted to avoid it. She didn’t like the awkward situation with Ae-ran, and she didn’t have the courage to face this situation. She was a coward.
She had vaguely guessed that he also had some subtle feelings for her, but she had pushed him away. Yet, she had foolishly and stubbornly run all the way here, worried that he might get hurt.
She didn’t want him to disappear completely from her side. She really, really didn’t want that.
“I’ve been wondering if I like you, Director. I don’t know, but...”
“What?”
“I don’t want to end things like this with a misunderstanding.”
A hollow laugh and a sigh were among the things he always did when he saw her. She was getting used to it now. To that side of him.
Cha-eon wiped her eyes. He sighed, standing there with one hand on his hip, as if facing a troublesome object.
“What am I going to do with you?”
It was abnormal. Nothing was normal. It had been like that ever since she met this man. He had created an even bigger variable in her already unpredictable life. Actions that erupted for no reason had accumulated and led to this moment. It was a dead end.
“I could just tie you up somewhere.”
He wasn’t the only one with a headache. In fact, she hadn’t intended to come to him so impulsively. She thought she wouldn’t act before thinking again.
She was looking at his shoes, which were looking down at her askance, when he turned around and headed for the car. The clean shoes moved away. She stared blankly at the man’s long legs in his neatly tailored suit.
Was he leaving? She looked at the man moving away with teary eyes, feeling lost, when she heard his voice.
“What are you doing? Do I have to carry you?”
At the sound of him telling her to hurry up and follow, Cha-eon ran towards him, a little faster.
The quiet car was no longer unfamiliar. Cha-eon openly glanced at him. It seemed like there had been a week-long gap, but in that short time, the man had become sharper.
Was it because he had styled his hair up? Was it her imagination that his impression had become sharper? He also looked more sensitive. She didn’t have the courage to ask.
As she was quietly watching him, his lips parted. Cha-eon flinched for a moment.
“Act a little more cunning. Don’t be stupid and let them take everything, even yours.”
“Mine?”
Mine? Was he perhaps referring to Cha Kwon-seok himself?
She wanted to ask, but she knew she would be scolded if she asked something so embarrassing, so she held back.
“That woman acted all innocent while calculating her own gains. Don’t you even have that much guts?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was wondering if you even knew that she took advantage of you.”
He clicked his tongue. There seemed to have been some kind of incident between them, but she could only guess that it wasn’t a pleasant one. He didn’t say anything else. She was more concerned about what had happened between him and Ae-ran than about some kind of incident where Ae-ran had betrayed her behind her back.
“Did something happen between you and Ae-ran?”
“Are you going to keep beating around the bush?”
“......”
“If you’re going to be ambiguous, get out. Jong-seop, stop the car.”
“Did you sleep with her? Did you sleep with her that day? Did you go to the hotel...?”
Yes, let’s be honest. Now that she had come this far, there was nothing more to hide, no reason to hide. There were only a man and a woman attracted to each other. That was all she was curious about. She wanted to know how many times he had met Ae-ran in the past week and what had happened between them, but that wasn’t really what she wanted to ask.
A hypocrite. But even if she was now, there was nothing she could do.
The slight smile on his lips bothered her.
“If I did.”
Her heart dropped, and her mood plummeted, but she didn’t have the right to feel that way. She was the one who had pushed him away.
Why was it? She didn’t want to let go anymore. She thought she didn’t care if she was punished for daring to covet something she couldn’t have.
It was the first time. It was the first time she had done something that went against Su-ji’s words, something she didn’t want to let go of. So she didn’t know how to reach out her hand, how to control this feeling.
Having realized that she couldn’t grasp anything by constantly avoiding and hiding, as she had always done, she couldn’t just stand by and watch.
“If you slept with her, you slept with her, so what?”
Ignoring the stinging in her heart, she tried to act nonchalant.
He quietly opened his mouth, watching her calmly.
“You said you didn’t like me before.”
“I never said I didn’t like you. I said I didn’t know.”
Meanwhile, the car turned into a familiar alley.
“But why do you look like you’re eating shit?”
“I don’t.”
She thought it was a very cunning answer. He reached out, grabbed her chin, and turned it, looking at the place where the bruise still remained. Even that insignificant contact made her conscious and nervous. He checked Cha-eon’s face with his eyes, but spoke in a low voice.
“If I didn’t sleep with her.”
“Oh, you didn’t? Really?”
Cha-eon asked, involuntarily excited. The man smiled again. He was clearly teasing her. She shouldn’t have fallen for it.
She knew how pathetic she was acting now, but she didn’t care, as his every word sent her from hot to cold. He retracted his hand, which had been turning her chin back and forth, and just smiled subtly.
“Well, I guess my answer might change depending on how you act.”
Looking at his hand, neatly placed on his crossed leg, Cha-eon felt her chest grow heavy.
Unlike her, his hand smelled of a pleasant lotion. A man’s scent.
“...What does that mean?”
“After driving me crazy, you want to have me all to yourself?”
“...Crazy... because of me?”
“Then is it because of Choi Si-baek? Are you asking this knowing the answer, or are you playing with me, pretending not to know?”
Even with his name coming out of his mouth, Si-baek, sitting in the passenger seat, didn’t budge and just stared straight ahead. Wait, were they having a conversation about whether they slept together or not, with Si-baek and Jong-seop present? She covered her forehead, belatedly feeling embarrassed. You’ve lost your mind because you’ve lost your reason.
“Enough, enough.”
“...It’s not that... I...”
“Just be honest, you too. At least Na Ae-ran is honest.”
Cha-eon hesitated. She still didn’t know what the answer was. Whether she liked him, whether following this attraction was really the right thing to do, but what was clear was that she didn’t want him to dislike her. She didn’t want him to push her away. Even though they were the same gender, the feelings she had for him were different from the feelings she had for Do-won.
If Do-won was a comfortable man, Cha Kwon-seok was closer to discomfort. Would he say harsh words to her? Would he really cut off a finger? It was closer to fear than discomfort. Yet, she didn’t know why her heart beat faster when she was with this man than when she was with Do-won. No, she actually knew. She knew that this contradictory feeling was an attraction to the opposite sex. Could there be anything less clear than a relationship between a man and a woman? Where does attraction begin? Why didn’t she like him spending nights with Ae-ran? What was the right answer? There were more questions she couldn’t answer. Nevertheless, one thing was clear: she wanted to be by this man’s side.
“Si-baek, Jong-seop.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go somewhere for a while. Buy her favorite ice cream or something. You know, the lemon flavor. The one we know.”
How did he know she liked lemon ice cream? Anyway, at his words to go somewhere, the two men got out of the car without any questions and stood a short distance away, as if guarding the car.
“Why are they standing there like that?”
“Because you won’t open your mouth.”
“...Kim Seok-won’s gang is looking for you, Director. Should I show you the pictures again?”
“......”
“You should be careful.”
The man, with his legs crossed and arms folded, looking at her, didn’t even blink.
“Or you might be in danger... and...”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He showed his discomfort at her, who kept beating around the bush because she couldn’t say what she really wanted to say. Cha-eon, who had been looking at his hand in the awkward silence for a while, carefully spoke.
“Would you like to come inside? I don’t have much to offer, but would you like to have some sweet instant coffee together?”
Instant coffee? What was she saying? She had been around women who ran hostess bars, so that kind of language was ingrained in her. Nevertheless, he didn’t respond.
“I only have coffee and cookies, but would you still like to have some?”
Looking at the man who was still silent, she spoke the most honest words she could.
“I don’t want the car, and I don’t want a motel. So...”
She saw the man’s hand, smooth and unblemished despite being a gangster. She was drawn to the ring on his index finger. An impulse to grab his hand, resting quietly on the seat, surged, but Cha-eon pretended not to notice and suppressed her impulse.
It was a strange relationship to label with the word “love,” but to be honest at this moment, she and he were feeling lust for each other.
Lust stemming from attraction. The most certain true feeling based on a clumsy liking.
She told him the one conclusion she had accurately reached.
He was smart, so he would understand the meaning of this single confession better than a hundred words, she hoped.
“This is a big problem.”
She didn’t immediately understand what he meant, but it seemed half sincere.
“You’re screwed now. What are you going to do?”
“...I know.”
“What do you know?”
He just chuckled and dismissed it, but he was serious.
Even knowing she had to take risks, she reached out to a man she could never truly possess.
It was an irreversible impulse.
It wasn’t particularly strange. Her life had always been a series of sudden events. Her mother suddenly disappeared, her sister suddenly died, she suddenly took a leave of absence; everything was unexpected. If she could have stopped it, she would have long ago. No matter how much she tried to resist, everything always overwhelmed her and left her wounded. This man was perhaps the most dangerous person she had ever encountered.
“Ah, ah! Ah, ooh, ah!”
Cha-eon arched her back, pushing off the creaking bed. The sound, threatening to break the bed legs, was loud. Kwon-seok gently stroked the small body that clung to him.
Her breasts were abnormally large, while her waist seemed like it would break with a single push. He wondered if it even functioned properly.
She had told him not to worry, she had been hit a lot. He remembered those words. What had they done to this small body? He had felt it before, but it was too fragile to withstand violence. The most delicate thing he had ever seen.
“If you keep shaking those tits like that, this cheap bed is going to break.”
“I don’t, ah, ooh, rah, uh...”
Cha-eon hugged his neck and shook her head. Uncharacteristically, she was acting spoiled. Still, the way she clung to him was quite cute, and he chuckled, watching her teary, moist eyes.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Don’t talk to me, ooh, uh, ma.”
“You’re getting shorter and shorter with your words.”
“Ah, ah!”
Cha-eon, having learned that he wouldn’t hurt her even if she was rude, used it as a weapon.
He considered giving her a swat, but decided against it. He didn’t mind seeing her so focused on moving properly to fit his tightly lodged member.
As she pounded her drenched hole with his cock, she rotated her hips in rhythm when she felt a good fit.
“Ugh, uh... ah!”
Her swaying hips, her breasts bouncing as if they would fall off, her protruding nipples, the line of her waist from her breasts to her hips, even her stubborn eyes. Kwon-seok, taking her in, felt a strange twinge of annoyance. Any man would be driven wild.
He sucked on her swollen, erect nipples while squeezing and kneading her heavy flesh as if it would burst. He gnawed on them, trying to bring them out further, and soon her nipples became swollen, drawing a plump curve.
She seemed to get aroused easily, to heat up quickly, but she was not an easy person. That’s how he knew her. More cautious, more fearful, more wary than he thought. He didn’t want to have the embarrassing and chilling thought that he was the only man who could break down those barriers. He had.
Her tear-soaked eyelids were wet with tears. He was unwillingly aroused by the way she called his name with those eyes. Very, very much so.
“Ah... ah, Director, Dir... ah!”
He pinched and twisted the nipple she had taken into her mouth, and the vaginal walls that had been squeezing his cock immediately contracted, making his balls wet.
She was unusually sensitive, especially in the erogenous zones around her urethra and clit, and the spots in front and behind her uterus. He had learned a lot about her, but there were things he couldn’t know even with marking or wiretapping. The fact that he had even taken control of her trivial erogenous zones made him feel a lust stronger than any aphrodisiac.
Was it a habitual sacrifice? He hated the way she rolled up her sleeves, as if Na Ae-ran and the women in the neighborhood couldn’t do without him. He had a strange, sudden desire for her to focus only on him. There was nothing he had ever desired that he hadn’t obtained. His position as managing director of Moonseong, Moonseong itself, subordinates who were so good at their jobs that he never had to step in twice. And this small woman was among them. It made him chuckle.
He remembered Cha-eon, who, on the day he grabbed Na Ae-ran’s wrist and left, stubbornly didn’t look back, even with a face that looked like she was about to cry.
When he stopped the car and told her to get out, Na Ae-ran, who was shedding tears, suddenly blurted out that she liked him.
He knew that Cha-eon hadn’t been meeting any other men, but he also knew that she was receiving false reports that she had been dating a man from a hostess bar and going to motels. He hadn’t just assigned Na Ae-ran to mark Cha-eon.
He had tolerated a lot, but she had crossed the line again.
He pressed his throbbing temples, and Si-baek, immediately understanding his mood, pulled Na Ae-ran out. Two slaps weren’t enough to calm his anger, but if he had done more, Cha-eon, that sensitive little dog, might have cried and caused a fuss again. Not knowing what that woman had been doing behind her back.
When he told Si-baek to stop, Na Ae-ran cried with her swollen cheeks. The car left Na Ae-ran behind and passed the hotel.
He had been having a shitty week because of someone, but she was still walking around the beauty salon as usual, laughing and talking with the women there. That was the reality. Kwon-seok, as if giving her a secret punishment, bit down on her nipple and chewed on her protruding nipple, leaving teeth marks.
“Ah! Don’t bite so hard, don’t...! Ah!”
“Are you even going to come if you’re shaking your ass so weakly?”
“Then you shake me, ah, ooh, ah!”
“What’s so pretty about this that I should fuck you?”
He spoke those words, but in the end, he did everything she wanted. It was ridiculously funny, but he was also pleased with the way she kissed him between his instructions.
While he was fucking her, when he wasn’t sucking on her nipples, she would push her tongue into his mouth and move frantically. When he spat out the nipple he was sucking on, she would kiss him again. Her body was unusually hot today. He guessed it was for the same reason as his.
“Ugh, um, ah. Chuu, huh.”
He told her to stick out her tongue and play with it even while she was taking his cock, and she was doing a good job of playing with her tongue. She had complained in a nasal voice, asking how she could kiss him without stopping while he was fucking her, but she was doing a good job. She was always acting pitiful when she was good at it.
In the middle of a kiss, she hugged his neck tightly and clung to him with her whole body, like a lost squirrel. A little squirrel with no one to take care of her, no one to be by her side. He had a rat that looked like her, what did Jong-seop call it? A chinchilla? Something like that. He said they were similar because they were docile and small and stared with their eyes wide open. Docile... bullshit.
He cursed under his breath, but he still cradled Cha-eon’s head and comforted her sobbing little body. But that didn’t mean he was going to go easy on her.
Kwon-seok kneaded her two nipples, which were soaked with his saliva, and laid her down on the sheet.
“You have to spread your legs wider. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t show me? You told me to fuck you gently.”
Cha-eon, who fell for his shallow temptation without suspicion, breathed shakily.
She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, and then she lowered her hips slightly as his cock root slipped out. She swallowed the rest, and then she showed him that she had taken it all the way inside by spreading her labia majora with her small hands. The thick shaft was lodged in her narrow hole, so the already tight gap was stretched painfully wide.
“Wider.”
She wasn’t going to get away with being vague.
He checked the shape of the hole and the surrounding area with his own eyes. He had felt it before, but she was really small. The hole was no different. The area around the entrance, which was sucking his cock as if it was being pulled inside, was so red that it looked sore. Nevertheless, he didn’t go easy on her and inserted his cock all the way in. She spread her slippery pussy and showed it to him wide open, her fingers trembling.
“Ugh, ah...”
He was about to slap her ass and tell her to piss here, but then she would pout those lips again. He swallowed his vulgar thoughts and pulled her arms towards him, acting like a kind person.
His person, who was young and weak, who didn’t even have the courage to reach out his hand first, even though he wanted to grab it and glanced at it. It was no different from being tied up. He wasn’t going to release their joined genitals until he came, and the night was long. Of course, he had no intention of letting her go easily.
He wasn’t going to open this door until she had received all the punishment for tormenting him for the past week.
“Ah! Ah, ah! Ah, ha, ah!”
He pulled her arms and drove his cock into her like a nail. It was no different from hammering. She twisted her body, trying to escape from the shock, as if she was struggling to stay alive.
Her high-pitched moans, which were different from when she was shaking her ass by herself, burst out one after another.
He was proud that her small body was taking him in, but he didn’t show it. He focused on fucking her, thrusting in and out, speeding up. He was busy calming his cock, which had become taut with lust, rubbing the lubricant that had spread like seaweed all over the seam. She was also busy enjoying his cock, her eyes glazed over and drooling. He kept looking at her flushed cheeks, which were full of his cock. He couldn’t help but put more force into the shaft that was pushing her cervix. As the sound of squelching got faster, her moans turned into shrill cries.
“Ah, ooh, uh, ah! Ah! Ah!”
When he let go of her hands, she rubbed her tear-soaked eyes.
“Jung Cha-eon.”
She seemed to know that he was calling her, but she was rambling, so she didn’t seem to be in her right mind.
The recoil was so strong that her small body kept going up every time he fucked her. When he reached out his hand to the head of her bed and resisted the strong recoil, she drooled and mumbled incomprehensible words, as if the force of his thrusting was being applied directly to her pussy. Her small hands were trembling as she grabbed his thighs with both hands. Her palms were soaking wet.
“Wo, uh, ah, my, pussy, ah, weird, ah, ooh, ah! Ah, ah, bad, ah, ah, ah!”
She was naturally good at anything that involved physical contact, but Jung Cha-eon was too much for her.
He shoved his tongue into her mumbling mouth. Her lips, which had lost their strength, and her tongue flapped around, unable to keep up with his movements, but he still kissed her. He listened to the vulgar sounds of their saliva mixing and clashing, and the lewd sounds of their genitals sticking together, and he mercilessly thrust his hips.
He found the point where she was about to faint, and his glans, which had quickly climbed up the vaginal wall, reached a deep and dark spot beyond her uterus. As his cock entered the posterior fornix, the space behind her cervix, he thrust repeatedly, as if he was going crazy, with her vaginal fluids as his response.
“No, ah! Aah, ah! Ah!”
“Why do you have so many things you can’t do?”
He thrust in and out, in and out, and she screamed as if she was collapsing, her chin thrown back at the dizzying repetition, and he pulled her towards him so she couldn’t escape.
“No...!”
“Then what can you do? Play house or something?”
At the repeated thrusts, she finally shuddered all over her body, her chest heaving like a huge wave. It was an attempt to turn her body over. It seemed like she was trying to run away on all fours, but she didn’t know how to handle this overwhelming orgasm that had befallen her.
He grabbed her legs and put them together like shackles, and when he shoved his cock into her, she screamed and cried. She begged him that it was too deep and she couldn’t take it anymore.
What do you mean you can’t take it? He focused on attacking the point where she refused, saying she couldn’t take it. When his glans hit her cervix like a slide and disappeared into her posterior fornix, a lump of vaginal fluid gushed out.
The point of contact was covered in whitish foam. It was also proof that she had eaten well. A satisfied groan escaped his lips.
“Wo, ah, ah, ah! No, ah, uh, ah! Ah!”
Her flushed body didn’t know how to control itself, and she grabbed her breasts one by one and hugged them tightly, without being told to. He didn’t miss the fact that she was subtly touching and rubbing her nipples, but he just watched her and didn’t bother to touch her. When his cock, which had been running like a racehorse, slowed down, she subtly shook the genitals that were caught deep inside her and incited stimulation.
“Cute.”
“Heuh, uh, huh?”
“What, what?”
He pretended not to know, even though he knew she was asking him to say it again.
There were dark water stains around her wide eyes. It seemed like she was always crying whenever he saw her, and he felt strangely complex feelings because it seemed like she only cried when she was with him. Satisfied, but also wanting to torment her more and push her to the edge, and wanting to soothe her as she clung to his pants.
Kwon-seok scoffed at himself, who was complicated by such thoughts. Feeling strangely resentful, he simply held her in place, not shaking her as much as he could have, even as she clung to his shirt sleeve.
“Ah, huh...”
Then, Cha-eon, whose orgasm was suddenly interrupted, looked up at him with her eyes wide open.
“...You’re not going to tell Si-baek to come in, are you?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m... not good enough?”
Her anxious eyes were worth watching. It seemed that the threats he had made in the past had left a lingering fear. And yet,
“Then what should you do? Spread your legs wide and give it to me.”
Her clumsy gestures, not knowing how to spread them wider, fueled him even more. He put one of her legs on each of his arms and told her to hold on tight, and she grabbed him again without thinking. He pulled her slender waist and adjusted the angle of his cock again, aiming his glans at the target.
“I’m going to cum, so keep them spread wide like this. Got it?”
“Ah, are you going to cum inside?”
“What have you been listening to?”
“Don’t cum outside, no, ah! Ah!”
He shook his hips recklessly, as if there was no way he would. Because her legs were trapped between his arms, her fixed pussy hole had no choice but to take the thick cock that was coming in and out. Her body soared with every thrust. He grabbed her waist and pressed her down, just as her fragile body was about to bounce away. As the speed increased, Cha-eon, who had finally let go of his hands, trembled her arms and made unknown gestures. It was clear that it was some form of orgasm.
“Wo, ah! Ah! There, it hurts, ah! Ah! Ah!”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
He shoved his glans into the deep inside of her, where she was shaking her head and telling him not to cum inside, and released the tightly packed lump of lust. He spewed out a generous amount of thick semen and resumed thrusting, holding onto Cha-eon, who was twisting her body.
He smeared the gushing semen all over the folds of her vaginal walls, and only after a long time did he finish the round of sex. Cha-eon, who had collapsed as if exhausted, couldn’t even think about closing her spread pussy and was panting with her legs wide open.
The sheets were a mess. Cha-eon’s dripping vaginal fluid, saliva, semen from her vaginal opening, crumpled from her uncontrollable writhing, it was a terrible sight. Not only that, he sighed as he looked at his shirt and pants, which were a mess from her bodily fluids.
How did it come to this? Kwon-seok looked at Cha-eon, who was lying there with her mouth open defenselessly, and looked at the watch on his left wrist. He was so caught up in fucking that he didn’t even have time to take off his watch.
Even in the midst of this, Cha-eon, who was still shaking off the aftershocks of her orgasm, trembled her body as she wrapped the residue.
“Ugh...”
She hadn’t noticed the messy state of her lower body, with her mound covered in hair, her pubic hair clumped together, and her labia glistening with white semen, and she was still enjoying the lingering climax, dripping water. Her urethral opening opened shyly and released the rest of her climax.
It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who had lost his mind.
She subtly rubbed her swollen clit, which was trembling with pleasure, with her own hand. Then she sniffed as if nothing had happened, her cheeks flushed. Kwon-seok took in the whole scene.
He was also drawn to the pubic hair that was damp and stretched out like hair. Cha-eon, who had thrown away her wariness and fear and was completely disheveled.
It was a good sight, so he decided not to hold her responsible for daring to steal his soul.
Cha-eon, who had barely regained her senses, blinked her eyes, her whole face flushed.
“What are you looking at?”
“Cha Kwon-seok.”
“What?”
“...Director.”
She had regained some of her senses and was brave enough to make eye contact, but he couldn’t slap her. Should he be embarrassed or should he scold her? He ended up chuckling.
“By the way, is this place soundproof?”
She looked up at the ceiling, her face pale.
“What, you think they can hear it all the way upstairs? Well, your cock is delicious, ah, ah, you should have cried less. You clenched your fist again.”
He kept laughing helplessly when he was with Jung Cha-eon. That was a problem if it was a sign of something unusual.
“I’m going back to school next semester. Actually, I decided to go back to school so suddenly that I’m a bit overwhelmed, but I think it’s a good thing.”
Cha-eon, her body drenched in sweat, told him about what had happened during the past week. It was just about deciding to go back to school, but it was a huge change for her. Because she was thinking about going out into the world now.
As he said, she wasn’t going to live in depression, clinging to her dead sister anymore. It would be nice if it was as easy as she thought, but starting is half the battle. He had helped her get that start, though unintentionally.
But he had been just talking to himself since a while ago, and he hadn’t even answered.
Cha-eon unbuckled his belt roughly and glanced at him, who was leaning lazily against the head of the bed with his hideous cock exposed. It seemed like they had done it two more times after that.
It took a long time to barely push him away when he tried to do it again. Her legs were wobbly even when she was still. Her genitals, which had been soaked in vaginal fluid for a long time, were glistening in a disgusting shape. The color was also dark and hideous.
“I’m going to take a shower. Would you like to go first? There’s only one bathtub here, and there’s no proper booth, so it’ll be hard for you to wash. The bathroom is small.”
His glans, which were unusually thick and dangling like a fist, stole her attention. It was a dark reddish-brown color, like a low-brightness sweet potato... the color had darkened since it was covered in fluid...
She had only seen something that thick and wide on bedposts, not even on her own cheap bed, but on thick and sturdy ones... his glans were so big that she felt like her own hole was going to tear open when he first entered. It was a miracle that it didn’t tear and just swelled. It was also long, so long that it was going to make women suffer... his cock was just like his personality.
He looked elegant, but when he had sex, he shook his hips and thrust his genitals like a butcher, as if he was born to do hard labor. She begged him, drooling, saying it was too strong, too deep, her hole was weird, but he used her pleas as an aphrodisiac and thrust even harder, fucking her like a beast.
She was staring at his genitals, which had thrown away all pretense of manners, when the shaft that had taken root in his groin suddenly stood up, as if it had already become erect. It was a cock that seemed to be showing its temper even when it was still, and it was so powerful that it immediately rose above his abs and even cast a shadow.
Cha-eon, who had been appraising him for a long time, gave up on her thoughts. The more she faced it, the more she felt overwhelmed and the more her fear grew.
Cha-eon stared blankly at his groin, and her gaze naturally rose to meet Kwon-seok’s eyes.
“You’re not going to leave it standing there without taking responsibility, are you?”
“Huh? I’ve never done that, I’m going to take a shower.”
“So you’re saying you’re going to leave it standing there and take a shower?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t do that.”
“You looked at it all you wanted, and now you’re saying you didn’t?”
“Don’t imitate me.”
“Bullshit.”
“Don’t bullshit me, no, don’t swear.”
“I should just...”
Cha-eon ignored him, who was erect in a monstrous shape, and quickly picked up the clothes she would change into and went into the bathroom. She put the clothes she would change into on the shelf and sat on the toilet. She was about to release the tension in her urethra when the door opened and he came in. He came in leisurely, like a tiger that had just finished eating, without even wearing underwear. She had lived alone for a long time, and even when she was with Su-ji, she didn’t need to lock the bathroom door, so she was adapted to that and made a mistake that she hadn’t thought of.
“Ah... get out.”
The stream of urine had just started to come out, but she couldn’t stop it, and she couldn’t push him out, so Cha-eon had to pee in front of him. She had done worse than this in front of him, but shame wouldn’t die and raised its head.
“Can’t you turn your head away?”
“Are you going to spread your pussy with your own hands and pee?”
He was a man who did what he said he would do. She would rather die than show the same humiliation as last time. In the end, she couldn’t even make eye contact with him and finished peeing, then rolled up the toilet paper and wiped herself.
He laughed silently at her gloomy eyes. It seemed like it was the first time she had seen him laugh like that, but she couldn’t admire it right now.
“You pee well, what’s the problem?”
Never mind.
She quickly got up and hung the showerhead and stood under it, but he stood behind her. His erect cock rubbed against her back every time she moved. Cha-eon pumped the shower gel that was lying on the floor and rubbed her body. With one step back, her back stuck to his chest.
It was strange. She had never really thought that she would wash with him in this small bathroom.
Her life was full of unexpected things.
Maybe, just maybe, he was the person her sister sent to her in her place... no, absolutely not. If it was Su-ji, she would have left a kind man like Do-won, not a gangster like him, no way.
She turned around to wash her back without thinking, and his hard chest was right there.
“Ah.”
“So, you’re living alone in front of the school?”
“...Yes.”
Cha-eon stared blankly at his chest and squeezed the shower gel to rub the man’s body. Unlike her, his body seemed to be made entirely of muscle or bone. On the other hand, she seemed to be all flesh. She had a constitution that didn’t build muscle, so Cha-eon looked down at her breasts, which were large and dangling on both sides of her chest. Even though men and women have different body structures, this was too much of a difference.
It was even more so because his torso itself was wide and hard.
She didn’t know, but he had a black tattoo on his back. At first glance, it looked like a dragon or a snake, but it didn’t seem like a simple picture. It looked like some kind of picture-like letter, but it was difficult to tell the shape, but what was certain was that she felt intimidated by this insignificant tattoo.
She had tried to grope and scratch him when they had sex. She couldn’t dare to hurt the man’s body unless they were having sex.
While she was lost in thought, she stopped fiddling with his arm and looked down.
His cock was throbbing in an even more extreme shape than before. How could his erection angle be so steep?
“I... I think I’ll be really busy when I go back to school. The place I want to work at values TOEIC scores, and I haven’t studied for a while, so I don’t know if I’ll get the same score as before.”
“Studying is good, but...”
He didn’t seem to be in a good mood, and he grabbed one of her breasts. Surprised, she took a step back, but when she wiggled her body on the slippery floor, his other hand grabbed her wrist.
“Why?”
“Where’s your place?”
“You already know where it is.”
“You’ve grown a lot, our Cha-eon.”
He stroked her hair as if he was teasing her, but even that felt like a warning.
“...You’re treating me like a kid again.”
“Are you going to mumble?”
“But why are you asking about my place?”
“How do I know? You might be fucking some other guy while I’m not looking.”
“Isn’t that what college students usually do? Meeting this guy and that guy. Well...”
Cha-eon pushed his arm away and pulled out her breast, which he had grabbed.
“If you’re expecting jealousy or something, think again. Your tricks are too cliche and boring.”
He swept his wet hair back with his eyes losing interest. Even though they were getting the same water and rubbing the same shower gel, he showered without being as shabby or pathetic as her.
He checked himself in the big mirror in the center of the bathroom and swept his hair back again. His wet hair looked soft, and she wanted to touch it. She could reach it if she stretched out her hand. She could reach it if she stood on tiptoes.
She could naturally touch and grab his hair when they had sex, but it was difficult when she was sober.
Cha-eon, who was staring blankly at the man’s picture-like figure standing under the showerhead, turned her head away when his gaze came back to her.
He reached out and took the pack of cigarettes that she had put on the shelf. She had put the cigarettes there to smoke, but she had only opened them and hadn’t touched them.
Surprised, she tried to take them away, but he lightly took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff and frowned slightly, as if it wasn’t his taste, and held out the cigarette between his fingers.
Was he telling her to smoke? She didn’t really want to smoke, but she hesitated and opened her mouth, and he quickly raised the cigarette.
“Huh?”
“You keep doing things that make me want to scold you.”
“You smoke too, Director.”
“Are you talking back? You’re too young to be so cheeky. Do only good things, only good things.”
“You said before that you can’t always eat only good things, you have to eat bad things too. And then I can’t meet you... ah!”
He ground out the cigarette on the damp shelf without hesitation, feeding her a peanut on the top of her head.
“Mouth.”
He tells her to shut her mouth today in a rather kind way.
“...Cigarette.”
There are still cigarette marks on the floor where that man ground out his cigarette, and now it’s on the shelf. It’s not that she doesn’t like being around this man, who is extremely rude and arrogant, a man who would make even a thug shake his head and walk away.
With words, he beats people up and stabs them in the heart over and over again, but she knows that he’s the man who will protect her first if a robber breaks in.
She kept looking at his meaningless actions of grinding out the cigarette and lightly rubbing her earlobe. His fingers were long and neat. The frame was thick, but it looked long and firm. The ring he was wearing earlier was gone, as if he had left it by the bed.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”
“Oh, no. But still...”
His glans, raised in a scary shape, kept drooling and rubbing against her skin.
Cha-eon unconsciously grabbed his arm and swallowed hard. Fear and tension were mixed, making her look for a place to lean on, and that’s how she ended up looking for this man with the scary genitals again.
“Neck.”
“Yes?”
“Hug my neck.”
“You could have said that from the beginning. Ah, no. Can’t you look at me like that? It’s scary.”
“Is that your scary reaction? Ask that Si-baek guy on the street.”
Cha-eon hugged his neck and leaned her upper body as he told her to. The moment she did, her dangling legs wrapped around his waist in an instant. The shaft of his erect cock, which had risen exactly between her spread legs, stuck to her.
This man, who still had an unbelievable amount of stamina, didn’t seem to be planning to end it like this.
Cha-eon bit his shoulder to try to hold back her moans at the overwhelming volume that was filling her up. It felt like her teeth would break first against his hard muscles.
“Uh, ah!”
Every time her chest heaved and shook back and forth, the weight increased, making the insertion even deeper. He snapped her hair as if he was snatching it, snapping his hips and thrusting his cock, and spoke roughly.
“What? All college students are like that? Who do you think I am? I can’t even keep my mouth shut properly. Huh.”
“You said, uh, you don’t, ah! Ah! Ah, you don’t get jealous, ah!”
“Should I let the woman I fucked, damn it, be passed around by other guys?”
The man who fixed her grabbed hair to face him was frowning. His wrinkled eyebrows and fiercely distorted eyes were clearly angry. When he was angry, his facial expressions changed clearly. She could easily tell that this man was uncomfortable, even if she didn’t know anything else.
“Because of that...?”
Cha-eon looked at Kwon-seok with regret as she looked at his neck, which had been firmly attached to her cheek. The cock wriggling in her bottom hole was as hot as it was fierce, but the man only spat out cold words.
“Then do I need another reason?”
Cha-eon touched his shoulder with her sunken eyes.
“...No. It’s not like that. Then I’m going to find a man I can fuck too, ah! Ah! Ah!”
As if he didn’t want to hear her rambling anymore, his cock stirred inside her.
“Anyway, I should just stick a cock in that mouth of yours, you.”
She was roughly swayed by the man’s strength and they mixed their bodies violently.
But she wanted to trust his body more than his words. He was fierce and violent, but she felt that the warmth of his embrace was a little more sincere. No, does a gangster have sincerity? She couldn’t be sure or confirm anything, but she just wanted to go with the flow of her body right now. Like he said, she wanted to be busy so she didn’t have time to think about anything else with her head or body. That’s the only way she felt she could move forward.
Cha-eon rubbed her swollen eyes in the early morning before dawn. Her cheeks were bumpy. She had been lying on the bed all the time, so the pattern of the sheets was stained on her face. Cha-eon, who came out of the warm blanket and rubbed her wet eyes, found an empty seat next to her.
The man who had been with her until dawn was gone. He was always a busy man, so it seemed like he had gone on an errand. After Su-ji died, she had never slept with anyone in the same bed. So was that why? The empty seat felt especially wide and big.
Cha-eon rummaged through her head and picked up a loose T-shirt and went to the bathroom. After taking care of her business, she habitually went back into the bed, but there was an unfamiliar paper bag on the desk.
She swept back her flowing hair and opened the paper bag.
“......”
He was a man who always disapproved of her skirts every time they met. A man who glared and clicked his tongue, saying, “Do you have to wear this kind of thing?” Cha-eon took out a neatly folded skirt and tried it on. The skirt, which dangled at her ankles, was soft.
A familiar logo drawn on the paper bag. A brand that was familiar but she had never had before. She didn’t think he would enjoy shopping, but she could tell that he had picked it out himself. It was a skirt in the same category as his tastes that she had seen so far.
A simple, neat, but elegant design. In another paper bag next to it, there was a knit and blouse that matched the skirt. It felt strange, as if he had matched one for each season.
How should she explain this feeling, which was subtly different from when she was forced to receive a luxury bag from Chairman Seong? Cha-eon couldn’t say anything for a while and looked down at the bag of clothes.
Yesterday, he wouldn’t have had time to go buy these clothes today, so did he buy them before?
All the sleep that had been weighing down on her body until just now was gone.
Cha-eon cleaned the house and organized her belongings. As she was carrying a small box of things out of her room, she looked up at the upper floor.
With not much time left until the start of the semester, she wondered if she should say goodbye or just leave as she was. She didn’t want to run into Ae-ran, who hadn’t come out, but she had nothing to say to her either.
She couldn’t ask Ae-ran what she had done behind her back to make Kwon-seok say such things, as she wasn’t innocent either. After all, she had declared to Ae-ran that she would give up Kwon-seok, and she hadn’t kept her promise.
Cha-eon put down the box of things to be thrown away and went upstairs. She rang the bell, but there was no response.
She took out her cell phone to call, but couldn’t press the call button. Considering the time, Ae-ran was probably at work.
Kwon-seok was right. Ae-ran wasn’t Su-ji, but just a neighborhood woman she had known for a long time. It might be better for both of them if she didn’t get too involved in Ae-ran’s life anymore.
Cha-eon eventually gave up on meeting Ae-ran and went back downstairs.
As she was throwing away her things and dusting off her hands, a familiar car drove into the alley. It was Si-baek who got out of the car, which was parked haphazardly in the middle of the road.
“Ah, hello.”
Cha-eon bowed awkwardly. He was a man who was difficult to approach.
“Take this.”
The man held out a paper bag. He smelled of a different cologne than Kwon-seok. It was a scent that was intimidating. Cha-eon flinched at his slightly narrowing brow and quickly took the bag.
Si-baek, who handed her the paper bag as if he was throwing it at her, stood there looking down at her with a stern expression. A man who was unruly to anyone other than Kwon-seok had openly thrown away any pretense of politeness.
“The director has gone to Tokyo on business for a while.”
“Ah, yes. But this...”
“Contact me if you need anything.”
“...Will the director receive it directly?”
“Yes.”
“Yes... well...”
She glanced towards the car, but Kwon-seok was nowhere to be seen. Was it a sudden business trip? Or... She was curious, but it was difficult to ask Si-baek, who was standing there as if he wouldn’t answer her questions.
“When did he leave...?”
“Now.”
“...Yes.”
Cha-eon bowed politely, holding the paper bag that she hadn’t even looked inside yet. But the man, who didn’t move away, seemed to have something to say.
“...Do you have anything to say?”
“If the boss gives you something, take it without complaining.”
Cha-eon finally opened the paper bag. Inside was the bag she had left in his car. The bag that cost tens of millions of won. And inside was a brand new cell phone. She now understood Si-baek’s words to contact him if she needed anything.
Since he was giving her another cell phone when she already had one, did that mean he wanted her to contact him only through this one?
Cha-eon stood there stiffly, watching the car drive away. As the car, which was parked haphazardly, disappeared into the alley, silence settled over the alley. The same silence that had filled her world before Kwon-seok.
Somehow, the silence now felt unfamiliar.
The cell phone Si-baek gave her rang. It displayed only a phone number, with no name, but she knew who it was. Cha-eon quietly pressed the call button and brought it to her ear.
“Yes.”
• “Behave yourself while I’m gone. I’m sick of cleaning up after you. Got it?”
“Yes, I will. Um, about the clothes, the clothes you gave me.”
• “What clothes? Can you speak a little faster?”
He was teasing her for her slow speech, as if he was annoyed, but the man’s low voice made her feel like he was fiddling with his neck. He had been with her until last night, and then he had gone to work again in the early morning.
She was starting to see his unique gestures and actions.
“...Thank you. No, I just, well, that’s all.”
He wasn’t the type of man who would take them back just because they were uncomfortable, and she knew that prolonging the conversation wouldn’t do anyone any good.
• “Who said anything?”
His slightly amused voice didn’t seem like a sneer. Cha-eon shook her head at him, who she couldn’t see, for no particular reason.
As always, his voice suited the dim dawn and the quiet morning just before sunrise. Not the chaotic night, but the quietest morning of the day in this neighborhood.
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