PBWY - 5

“Yeonhee, drink this.”

“Ah. Thank you, Deputy.”

“I’m giving it to you because you skip breakfast and look like you’re about to faint and have another nosebleed.”

“How can I keep receiving so much help?”

Yeonhee smiled as she received the misugaru. Deputy Kwon patted Yeonhee’s shoulder and shook his head.

“You’ve been taking over my work these days, so this isn’t just a favor.”

Yeonhee held the tumbler with both hands and took a few sips. It was from her parents’ house, and it wasn’t too sweet, which was perfect for her taste.

When she had drunk about half of it, her phone lit up. Looking at the number, it was from Junghoon. Yeonhee immediately picked up the phone.

“Yes, Team Leader.”

-Come to my office.

And the call ended before she could even answer. Yeonhee left the unfinished tumbler and stood up.

“Deputy, I’ll go see the Team Leader.”

“Okay. He’s been calling for you a lot lately, hasn’t he? I’m sorry I can’t cover for you.”

Yeonhee shook her head at Deputy Kwon’s gloomy words and hurried away. Glancing at the window facing the office, she saw Junghoon on a call with someone. These days, he rarely kept the blinds down.

“Team Leader.”

She knocked and called out to him, and he gave her permission to enter. She carefully opened the door and went in. He was sitting like a painting in front of the window where the sunlight was pouring in.

The huge window surrounding him was like a frame of a beautiful masterpiece. Perhaps that was why he seemed so distant today.

Junghoon put down his phone for a moment and said listlessly.

“Lock the door. Lower the blinds.”

And then he went back to his call. Yeonhee awkwardly walked around, turning the lock and carefully closing the blinds. In the meantime, Junghoon finished his call.

He gestured for Yeonhee to come closer.

Yeonhee glanced at the locked door for no reason and then slowly approached him. Junghoon leaned back in his chair, waiting for her to come to him like a languid predator.

Soon, Yeonhee stood in front of him. Junghoon turned his chair towards her, who was standing beside him, and abruptly lifted her skirt. Her stockings were clearly visible.

“Ah...!”

“Yeonhee, you don’t seem to be good at saying no.”

He whispered, holding her buttocks with one hand. Yeonhee flinched, placing her trembling hand on his shoulder.

Not good at saying no?

In front of him, she always ended up ruminating on his words. She desperately tried to grasp the true meaning of his words, always anxious. She couldn’t tell if it was because she was a subordinate, or because she was his sex partner and emotionally subordinate.

While she was flustered, her stockings and underwear were pulled down at the same time.

“Team Leader!”

Yeonhee staggered in surprise. But despite Yeonhee’s reaction, he leisurely continued to peel off her stockings and underwear.

Junghoon’s soothing voice flowed out.

“It’s a problem if your stockings get a hole during sex, isn’t it? You wouldn’t want to go out with bare legs, showing everyone that you were with me.”

Junghoon even threw Yeonhee’s shoes back, leaving her lower body completely bare. Yeonhee quickly pulled down her skirt, which had been pulled up above her waist. A chilly air touched her exposed lower body.

His hand immediately slipped under her skirt. His long, delicate fingers began to rub her clitoris without warning.

“You’re not wet yet.”

“Uh, Team Leader... not here, please...”

“Why? Weren’t you someone who didn’t know how to refuse, Yeonhee?”

“What... uhh.”

Junghoon forcibly spread her unmoistened opening and rubbed it, then abruptly lifted her and sat her on his desk. He roughly pushed away the nearby clutter. Stationery and documents fell to the floor with a harsh sound.

Yeonhee flinched and stiffened, looking around. The sound was quite loud and she worried that it might have been heard outside.

Soon, a mocking tone was heard above her head.

“Even when you’re with me, you keep paying attention to other things?”

Yeonhee shifted her wandering gaze and looked up at him. His eyes, filled with the afternoon sunlight, shone transparently.

His beautiful eyes were so clear that they seemed to contain the pure malice of a child who couldn’t even distinguish between good and evil.

He forcibly spread Yeonhee’s legs. He stepped between them and slowly unbuckled his belt. Only the sound of his zipper being lowered echoed in the suffocating tension.

Soon, with a few simple gestures, his hard, erect penis was revealed. The large object that popped out looked more like a weapon than a sexual organ.

“Ah...!”

Yeonhee was startled and drew her hips back further.

She was used to seeing him neatly dressed while only revealing his excitement, but not in the team leader’s office. This had never happened before within the company.

Junghoon flipped her skirt up and brought his lower body to her opening. Veins stood out starkly on the pillar that was erect as if it would burst.

He lightly pressed the tip of his penis against her clitoris. Then, he slowly moved his hips and began to smoothly rub her vulva. He stared intently at Yeonhee, who looked up at him with anxious eyes.

“Ah, ahh... Team Leader...”

His tip, already wet with pre-ejaculate, parted her opened flesh and made a path. He leisurely moved his hips, pushing up his foreskin and teasingly rubbing her clitoris with the tip of his tip.

His penis was throbbing as if it would ejaculate at any moment. It flicked and brushed against her clitoris. Yeonhee bit her lip at the slowly rising excitement. She shouldn’t make a sound, but fragmented moans escaped her lips.

“Ah... uhh, uhn...”

Every time his tip intentionally stabbed her clitoris, every time he subtly inserted the tip into her moistening entrance, she became impatient. A sticky fluid began to flow between her buttocks.

It was unclear whether the slickness that moistened her lower body was his pre-ejaculate or Yeonhee’s vaginal fluid. As their sticky lower bodies intertwined, a wet, smacking sound was made.

Yeonhee’s breathing became rapid, and Junghoon’s breath also became heated. Junghoon, seemingly uncomfortable with the clothes that bound his body, roughly pulled down his tie and then immediately used both hands to spread Yeonhee’s vulva.

The red flesh that was in contact with his penis was exposed as it was.

“Ah... Team Leader, it’s too... embarrassing... uh...”

It was even shameful to show the deep inner flesh that could never be seen under the bright sunlight.

Yeonhee lay on the large desk and covered her face with both hands. Hot breaths were scattered.

Junghoon used his thumb to spread both sides of her vulva further. The entrance, where vaginal fluid gushed out, twitched and gaped. He thrust his tip into the opening that opened and closed. His penis was also already at its limit, dripping with pre-ejaculate.

“You’re embarrassed, but you open your hole well.”

And with one swift motion, he pushed his entire length in.

“Ahh...!”

Yeonhee’s neck was thrown back. Her neck, stretched thinly like a white deer, was flushed reddish.

The penis that entered, parting her body, was like a burning weapon. The heavy, hard penis pulsed strongly inside.

A heavy breath flowed out of Yeonhee. They had intertwined many times, but it was new every time she received him. She panted and received him with breaths that filled her throat. A heavy pain rose from her widely opened lower body.

Junghoon also let out a long breath. Every time the warm, moist vaginal walls clung tightly to his shaft, he felt as if he was being devoured by her whole body. He forcibly suppressed the urge to ejaculate immediately.

Junghoon slowly pulled his penis out. He stared at the red flesh that followed his movement, then harshly thrust back in.

“Ah!”

Yeonhee involuntarily made a sound, then quickly covered her mouth again.

Junghoon pulled back again and then pushed his penis in all the way to the root. A slow and smooth piston motion began.

Each time his penis slowly stirred inside, a messy, squelching sound echoed, leaving a lingering resonance.

“Heu-eup... Uhn! Ah...!”

Yeonhee’s body became more heated with the slow movements. Yeonhee contracted her lower abdomen as the flushed sensation surged.

The excitement that struck her body was extremely static. Every time his penis rubbed against the inner walls, her vulva twitched.

“Yeonhee. Is it okay for you to make those noises?”

Junghoon asked, moving his hips shallowly and inserting himself several times. And before even hearing an answer, he pulled all the way back and then thrust in hard to the very end.

“Ahhh...!”

Yeonhee’s back arched again.

Yeonhee twisted her head and looked behind her. Her trembling eyes scanned the team leader’s office door. It felt like someone would walk in. A sense of unease surged, as if someone who heard her moans would suddenly burst the door open.

“Why? Are you scared that that bastard will come in?”

Junghoon’s voice sank ominously.

After thrusting roughly for a while, he then made Yeonhee stand up and lie face down on the desk.

Yeonhee supported herself on the cold wooden desk and looked back at him anxiously. Even with his penis exposed and full of excitement, his expression was frighteningly blank.

He roughly flipped up the skirt that had slid down. And spreading the entrance that was glistening with vaginal fluid, he thrust his penis in as it was.

“Ah...!”

After that, intense piston motions followed. Junghoon roughly rammed his penis in, so much so that her body was pushed forward. Yeonhee’s body, receiving him from behind, swayed weakly.

Junghoon forcibly raised Yeonhee’s upper body, which was lying face down. Yeonhee supported herself on the desk with her palms, half-rising and shaking mindlessly. Due to the height difference, she struggled to stand on tiptoe and received the penis that was thrust in as if it were being hammered, with her whole body.

“Ah! Ah! Uhn! Ahh!”

Each time her body shook, extreme excitement was directly implanted. Vaginal fluid, foaming white, flowed down her thighs.

Yeonhee suppressed the nasal sounds that were about to burst out and moaned as if crying.

“Team Leader...! Heuek... Ah! Uhh...!”

But Junghoon only pushed her into extreme excitement, as if he were driving a rabbit.

Junghoon whispered, unbuttoning the buttons below Yeonhee’s neck.

“Spread your legs wider. You like being fucked from behind like this, Yeonhee.”

“Ah! Ahh, uh...! Uhnn!”

He unbuttoned all the buttons of Yeonhee’s top and pulled her bra down. Her white breasts, which had spilled out, began to shake messily. He grabbed one of Yeonhee’s breasts and roughly rummaged through her opening with his penis.

A burning pleasure surged from above and below.

“Eum! Uh... Uhnn...! Uh!”

Yeonhee’s panting moans leaked out wildly. Even though she frantically covered her mouth, muffled nasal sounds poured out.

Yeonhee struggled, holding onto the cold desk, and eventually rested her forearms down, half-lying face down. She felt his penis fully inserted inside and received the pleasure with rapid breaths.

He grabbed Yeonhee’s neck with his hand and lifted her face up. Yeonhee forcibly raised her head and stared at the team leader’s office door.

“Lift your face. So that the bastard who opens the door can see Yeonhee’s face clearly as she’s having sex with me.”

“Ah! Uh... Heuek, Junghoon... Uhnn!”

Along with the pleasure surging from inside her body, anxiety also surged. She knew no one would come in, but she whimpered a weak plea, afraid of being caught having such an act with her team leader at work.

“Ah, ah... Team Leader, please...!”

“Only I should see Yeonhee’s pussy, so it won’t do. That’s why I’m only showing your face,” he said, “Why are you crying?”

She must have been crying without realizing it. It was tears caused not by shame, but by the extreme pleasure.

Junghoon bit into the nape of her neck and let out his own rough breaths. His breath, clinging to her skin, was endlessly hot.

He stirred the vaginal walls clinging to his penis and violently pierced her inside.

“Ah! Ah, eu, euung!”

The pleasure that had been washing over her like ripples was now implanted abruptly, pounding. Each time the fiery penis ruthlessly pierced her inside, intense pleasure surged and her back twisted.

When he pressed the tip of his penis ruthlessly into Yeonhee’s inside,

“Aaaah...!”

Yeonhee finally reached her climax. Her trembling vaginal walls squeezed his penis as if wringing it, strongly contracting inside. It vibrated and clung stickily.

“Keut...”

Junghoon also pushed his penis deeper and poured his semen into her.

He shot his semen several times, parting the vaginal walls that trembled with orgasm. He slowly moved his hips, grinding the ejaculated semen with his penis and pushing it further inside. A squelching, lewd sound rang out.

Yeonhee’s body collapsed onto the desk.

Junghoon held her waist firmly and pushed his penis even deeper. The semen that hadn’t fully entered leaked messily between the gaps.

He hugged Yeonhee tightly and uttered a curse.

“Shit...”

The curse, filled with deep lingering feelings, contained self-mockery.

Thump. The penis that had filled her inside heavily fell out. Even after having already ejaculated once, his glistening penis was still half-erect.

He roughly wiped his penis with a tissue, threw it into the trash can, and straightened his clothes. All he had to do was push his large penis back into his pants and zip them up. Because that was the only thing that had been disheveled about him in the first place.

Junghoon soon picked Yeonhee up and laid her on the sofa. He took out his neatly folded handkerchief and began to carefully wipe her lower body, which was wet with semen and vaginal fluid.

Yeonhee lay limply and looked up at him. The flawless, perfect man dabbed at her lower body with a neat face. Perhaps because the afterglow of the orgasm still lingered, her thighs twitched whenever his touch reached her.

Wiping her wet thighs, he asked.

“Can you feel it? My cum is flowing out here.”

His calm voice seemed to contain no emotion. There was no trace of the man who had shaken his hips with intense excitement.

Yeonhee only bit her lip as a faint sense of shame surged. She tried to contract her thighs with force, but Junghoon spread them again.

Junghoon stared at her inner flesh, which was flushed red. Semen flowed down between her forcibly spread legs. His gaze deepened.

“It looks good. Even if the dick is out, the cum still remains.”

“......”

When Yeonhee continued to give no answer, Junghoon, who slowly closed and opened his eyes, continued.

“I should keep doing this in the future. Yes. This will be good.”

It was an ambiguous sentence, whether it was a soliloquy or something else.

Soon, Junghoon checked Yeonhee’s neatly wiped lower body and pulled her skirt down. With a gentle touch, as always.

Soon, he leaned back on the sofa with a listless face. He tilted his neck back slightly and let out a low sigh.

Yeonhee, who was now sitting upright on the sofa, examined his expression. He was unlike his usual self. He looked unusually impatient and nervous. Both during the impulsive sex just now and in his current state.

He seemed casually relaxed at first glance, but somehow it seemed closer to listlessness than leisure.

“Junghoon.”

“......”

She approached cautiously and called his name, and he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze, tinged with darkness, shot toward her.

Yeonhee tilted her head slightly, meeting his heavy eyes with her innocent gaze.

“Are you okay?”

“......”

“You seem a bit different than usual...”

While there had been moments in the past where he teased her with kisses or light touches in the team leader’s office, today’s behavior was something entirely new. That fact made her uneasy. Additionally, his unusually emotionless expression since yesterday had been bothering her.

Junghoon covered his face with his hand before responding.

“No, I’m not okay.”

He slowly lowered his hand from his face and turned back to face Yeonhee, continuing.

“It’s quite uncomfortable not being able to center myself.”

His voice felt hollow. A wave of sympathy rose within Yeonhee, and she reached out her hand.

As her fingertips touched his cheek, he slightly furrowed his brows.

On impulse, Yeonhee spoke.

“I love you.”

“......”

His expression stiffened in surprise. Was he caught off guard by the sudden confession? His beautiful eyes trembled precariously, reflecting the calmness that settled on his face.

Seeing a new expression on him, Yeonhee forced a smile.

He would shower her with affectionate kindness, but the moment she revealed her true feelings, he always took a step back. It seemed impossible, as though her emotions were presumptuous.

Seeing him looking confused, Yeonhee gently pulled him into an embrace.

She desperately wrapped her arms around him, but he didn’t return the embrace. He would usually pull her close, but at moments like this, he was unyielding, like a blade.

Holding her cold, sex partner, Yeonhee whispered softly.

“I love you, Team Leader.”

“......”

“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on clinging to you. I’m content with the relationship we have now. So... please don’t treat me so cruelly like today...”

Every time he pushed her harshly, it left her feeling overwhelmed. It was love that she had fallen into so deeply she couldn’t escape, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

After a selfish sex session like today, she felt as if she had become a mere object for him to use, and the pain in her heart was sharp and deep, like a cut to her very soul.

He let out a long, sharp sigh before rubbing his cheek against her neck and muttering.

“The feeling of being tossed around... it’s really the worst.”

Yeonhee swallowed the tears that threatened to rise and bitterly smiled.

It seemed her confession had turned out to be the worst thing for him.

“When you finish work, go home to your place.”

Junghoon said, dismissing her with a tone that had no inflection. Yeonhee, while adjusting her stockings, lifted her head. Perhaps he was inviting her to dinner as he always did.

“Didn’t you say you had a dinner appointment with the Sangjeong side today? I thought you’d be having dinner.”

Junghoon’s face twisted into a malicious smile.

“I’m not having dinner with you.”

“We’re going to have sex.” The voice that roughly spat out those words was so cold that it felt unfamiliar. Yeonhee stared blankly at him, then nodded with difficulty.

Rough sex, a confession that turned out to be the worst, and even a cold drawing of a line.

It seemed like a truly terrible day for both him and her.

Rain poured relentlessly.

Flash.

A white light spread its branches and seemed to cover the sky, then a harsh thunderclap shook the ground. It was winter rain that seemed to turn the sky upside down and pour out rainwater indiscriminately.

Yeonhee quietly gazed at the window facing the terrace. A tree buried in the wind and rain was swaying, its branches shaking. The sweeping and rushing resembled her own heart.

She obediently followed Junghoon’s command-like suggestion to stay at his place. As soon as she got off work, she personally entered his house using the password, and greeted him with a smiling face when he returned home close to ten o’clock. It was a half-forced smile.

Junghoon quietly watched her, then silently went to the bathroom, took a shower, and came out.

Yeonhee stared at his silk robe as he strode closer to the bed. The unlit house seemed to sink into darkness today.

“Did you shower?”

Junghoon asked, roughly sweeping up his wet hair.

Yeonhee nodded and quietly lay down on the bed as he guided her. Had he showered in cold water? A chill lingered on his freshly washed body.

Junghoon, who had abruptly laid her down, buried his face in Yeonhee’s neck and inhaled her scent. Then, as if impatient and urgent, he kissed her and roughly pulled down Yeonhee’s robe.

The easily removed robe fell back with a thud. Her pure white nakedness was buried in the darkness.

Junghoon abruptly buried his face on Yeonhee’s chest.

“Uh...”

With her body stiffened, Yeonhee only let out a soft exclamation. The force with which he suddenly bit her nipple was quite fierce.

Junghoon used his tongue to stab her nipple as if digging it out. He bit hard around the areola, leaving teeth marks, and also massaged her other breast with one hand, painfully hard.

As he tightly gripped her left breast, the nipple protruded sharply between his fingers. Junghoon moved his lips and chewed on the protruding nipple.

“Ah!”

Yeonhee twisted her back. A painful pleasure crept up. Heat spread along the parts he was tormenting.

What could be heard through the sound of the pouring rain was the sound of a baby, starved for days, frantically sucking on its mother’s breast, and Yeonhee’s scattered moans. A slight fever began to gather in her lower abdomen.

Junghoon was persistent and tenacious.

Yeonhee pulled her upper body back, avoiding his lips. The breast that had been held in his lips was stretched taut and then fell with a thud.

But his lips touched her softly swaying breasts again. He came closer by the distance she had moved away and continued to torment her breasts, which were wet with his saliva.

“Uh... heuek...”

A moan, whether it was crying or something else, squeezed out. It was only pleasure felt through her breasts, but her lower body was already becoming damp.

Yeonhee stiffened her body and pushed Junghoon’s shoulder, whose face was buried in her chest. Apart from the surging pleasure, she felt unfamiliar and afraid of him, who was frighteningly silent today.

Junghoon raised his head at her weak refusal. When he spat out the nipple he had been biting, her white breast fell with a soft popping sound.

Although nothing could be seen in the darkness, she could tell that his eyes were shining brightly.

“Yeonhee. It looks like I’m forcing you.”

His gentle voice was cold enough to send chills down her spine. Junghoon’s hand began to stroke Yeonhee’s eyes. Yeonhee closed her eyes. The touch that moved along her face made her shiver.

Junghoon gently wiped away the slightly squeezed-out tears and then picked her up. He sat her upright on the bed and placed her on his lap. Yeonhee suddenly faced him and ended up hugging his shoulders.

Through the gap in her open robe, his erect penis protruded above her navel. Sticky pre-ejaculate dripped from the tip.

Junghoon pulled Yeonhee’s waist closer and slowly began rubbing his shaft against her entrance.

“Ah...”

Yeonhee grabbed Junghoon’s shoulders with trembling hands. Junghoon’s erection was so hard it seemed like it could burst. Yeonhee’s thighs twitched every time his taut shaft touched her opening.

He postponed penetration and only rubbed her entrance. He rubbed her wet crevice with his shaft, then circled his tip against her clitoris. He slowly moved as if to insert it, teasing the sensitive skin.

“Mmm... uh...”

Yeonhee moaned and rested her forehead on his shoulder. His movements, seeming to enter but not quite, made her impatient. The fluids flowing between them clearly soaked his shaft and pubic hair.

“Why don’t you put it in yourself, Yeonhee?”

He said, grasping her hips with both hands.

Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together. Junghoon’s glistening tip, wet with pre-cum, slightly parted her entrance. Her inner flesh twitched, only half-enveloping his head, unable to fully accept him.

Junghoon whispered again.

“I’m the only one here acting like a horny dog. I don’t have a hobby of forcing people who don’t want it... so why don’t you put it in yourself?”

He lightly bit Yeonhee’s ear. His wet tongue sucked and slowly licked her earlobe. A shiver ran down her spine at the ticklish sensation, and Yeonhee shrugged.

Because of her fidgeting, his shaft pushed further inside.

“Haa...”

Junghoon breathed out, filled with excitement.

Only his tip had entered. But the sensation of her hot, constricting flesh made him feel like he would ejaculate right then and there.

Yeonhee mustered her courage and pressed her hips against him. She also desperately needed the feeling of being filled by his thick member due to her own rising excitement. Soon, she began to feel him filling her tightly.

“Uhh...”

His hot, rod-like member forcibly parted and entered her body. Even though she had received him several times, it was still overwhelmingly large.

Her vaginal walls trembled. Her body was reacting sensually against her will, due to the anticipated excitement and anticipation.

Finally, Junghoon grabbed Yeonhee’s waist. He held her tightly enough to leave marks and thrust himself deep inside. A suffocating pressure filled her insides.

“...Fuck... this is why I...”

Along with Junghoon’s curse, Yeonhee’s body began to shake violently. It was a relentless thrusting. He lifted her slender waist and rammed his member into her haphazardly.

“Ah! Ah, uhh! Aah...”

“Haa...”

Yeonhee gripped his shoulder and arched her neck back. The onrushing pressure made it hard to breathe.

Junghoon, holding her waist tightly, inserted himself deeply to the root.

“Ah...!”

Yeonhee let out a moan like a sigh and tightened her grip. It felt like her entire body had been pierced through.

The gown she desperately clung to slipped down due to the strength of Yeonhee’s grip. His firm, straight shoulders were revealed. At the same time, a strong bolt of lightning struck, painting the window white.

Flash. A dazzling streak of light descended. Rumble! A clap of thunder followed, shaking her eardrums.

Yeonhee’s eyes widened in surprise. The violent sound of rain shook the space.

Flash.

The room, buried in darkness, was once again brightly lit by a flash of light. Crash! The sound of thunder tearing the sky echoed again.

Yeonhee gasped. Something she had caught in her vision lingered in her mind.

The two of them, who had stopped moving, quietly met each other’s eyes. The sound of rain filled the room from outside the window. In the suffocating silence, Yeonhee touched his shoulder. Her hand trembled as she moved it.

“...Junghoon... this...”

Yeonhee’s wet eyes trembled, a deep confusion reflected in her wavering pupils.

When the first lightning struck, she saw it. The tattoo covering his shoulder.

They had always been together in the dark, so she hadn’t known. What secrets lurked on his body. She hadn’t even thought to look at his body, assuming he might have a large scar or something. …But.

It was a strange familiarity.

When the tattoo first imprinted on her retina, she thought of someone’s body. The shoulder of a strange man she had violently encountered in New York.

When the second lightning struck, the tattoo she saw was no longer unfamiliar.

She remembered everything clearly.

The sweet scent of alcohol that lingered around her nose. The heated body that covered hers. The unknown man who took her first experience in New York.

It was him.

Min Junghoon.

“Ah...!”

Yeonhee’s hand dropped limply.

An uneasy chill crept over her. Her mind, a tangled mess, stopped thinking. No words came out. Nothing came to mind. It was as empty as if everything had been sucked into a black hole.

Yeonhee slowly blinked. Deep darkness had eroded the eyes of Junghoon, who faced her with a blank expression.

“Junghoon...”

“... ...”

The man facing her became terribly unfamiliar. He became as frightening as a stranger she had just met. The pouring rain was unusually fierce. With trembling hands, she futilely touched his shoulder.

Because she couldn’t believe it. Because she didn’t want to believe it. Believing what she saw was an illusion.

The thing she touched was his hot, hard body, but it felt like she was touching a chillingly cold, hard block of ice.

Junghoon raised his hand and gently began to smooth back Yeonhee’s hair. Yeonhee flinched. A chilling air brushed past her ear. A coldness flowed in along with his gentle touch. It was as if she had been thrown naked into a harsh snowy field.

Junghoon slowly and affectionately stroked her face. A chilling touch slid over Yeonhee’s skin.

In the bleak darkness, a chillingly white smile bloomed on Junghoon’s face.

“...I’ve been found out.”

A low whisper echoed quietly in the rain.

It was a clear sneer.

Junghoon, staring at Yeonhee’s trembling pupils, pulled her waist close. The large member inside her pressed tightly.

Staggering again in his grasp, Yeonhee could only stare at Junghoon with a blurred gaze.

A murky current swirled in her head. His words came back to her sporadically, like an old film.

‘Yeonhee, haven’t we met before?’

‘You looked pretty with glasses on.’

…Ah.

“Junghoon... back then... in New York... that person...”

She stammered, hoping he would say no. Hoping it was her mistake. Hoping he hadn’t been toying with her. Hoping he hadn’t remembered her. Hoping he had been equally unaware.

“That’s right. I’m the one who slept with you back then, Yeonhee.”

But the words, spoken calmly without any change in tone, were extremely cold.

Holding up her collapsing form, Junghoon gave a twisted smirk. His hard thigh pushed her up, and his member tore through her narrow vaginal walls.

Their lower bodies, slowly pressed together, became hot and wet, but Yeonhee’s heart was a barren winter. The cold and desolate truth twisted and raged.

Who was this person? Who was Min Junghoon in front of me, really?

Knowing everything all along. Knowing, about me.

Another lightning bolt struck. His unfamiliar eyes flashed brightly and then were buried in darkness again. Crash! The ensuing thunder painfully pierced her ears.

Moving her hips to stimulate him within her, Junghoon quietly smiled.

“Like a child. Are you scared of thunder and lightning?”

“......”

No. What I’m scared of... What I’m scared of is you.

Yeonhee couldn’t answer aloud and only bit her lip. Beneath her eyes, a hot heat began to rise intensely. She weakly shook her head and pushed his shoulder.

“Why. Don’t you want to? You were holding on tight as if you wanted to do it.”

Junghoon lifted her hips, pulled his member out, and then pushed her down. Their bodies locked together tightly again. Yeonhee instinctively twisted her hips and pushed him away, but his solid body was unmoving.

Junghoon, who began to move slowly, began to whisper softly.

“It’s funny. A woman who looked down on me without knowing anything about me… rushing at me just because my appearance changed a little.”

“Junghoon...”

“It was fun.”

With those words, he laughed, and Yeonhee closed her eyes. A tear that had been hanging precariously fell onto her cheek.

He brushed his lips against Yeonhee’s ear, continuing to drag out the cruel truth.

“Do you remember? You even left money back then. It was 10 dollars, I think? I was so grateful I almost cried.”

“......”

“Was it payment? Is my dick only worth 10 dollars?”

Each word he whispered, each sentence, sharply stabbed Yeonhee’s heart. Sharp words repeatedly dug into the wound filled with blood.

Yeonhee could only breathe heavily.

“Not even remembering the face of the guy you paid… ‘Nice to meet you, Team Leader,’ you said, looking quite cute. I wondered how far you’d go, so I went out with you for a bit… and you suddenly confessed your love.”

“Sob...”

A single sob burst from Yeonhee’s lips.

The reality was unfamiliar. The truth was frightening. Was it because of the cold rain hitting the window? Even though she was sharing warm body heat with him, she felt a chill. It felt like her body was turning blue.

Junghoon gently hugged her trembling body and licked her neck.

Goosebumps rose at the wet sensation, and Yeonhee shivered. The strong arms wrapped around her were the same as usual… but why. Why has he changed so much?

“You know what? If you hadn’t found out until the end, I was going to continue being your idiotically kind team leader.”

“...Junghoon... please...”

The heavily pooled tears began to fall. They flowed down her cheeks, leaving behind stinging pain. The hot streams running down her cheeks dripped downwards.

It felt like she was forcibly shoving raw pain with protruding thorns down her throat. A hot fireball was rummaging wildly through her heart.

Licking Yeonhee’s silently falling tears, Junghoon laughed.

“But… did I tell you? You look so fucking hot when you cry.”

“Sniffle...”

Finally, a violent sob erupted. Yeonhee shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t handle this situation, him.

She raised her hand to push Junghoon away, but it fell limply. Her body was out of control. It was hard to move even a single finger.

It felt like everything was moving according to his will. His member slowly stirring inside her, his actions of deceiving and toying with her, all of it was his will. There was nothing of her own.

His swollen member stabbed violently inside. Yeonhee cried out loud, struggling to utter a jumbled, broken sentence.

“Why… why… how far… sob… have you gone wrong…?”

Junghoon licked away the tear tracks with the tip of his tongue. And then, he spoke with the eyes of a pure yet cruel child.

“You said you liked me.”

“...Sniffle...”

“You said you loved me.”

Uncontrollable tears streamed down again. The feeling of collapsing even more miserably because she couldn’t deny his words was overwhelming.

Yeonhee finally leaned her face on his shoulder. Her swaying body barely managed to endure his desire. Like a fragile blade of grass, Yeonhee was helplessly swayed by him.

Soon, Junghoon thrust her upwards violently and ejaculated. His twitching member unhesitatingly poured his semen inside her.

“Ah… uhh… sob…”

Yeonhee weakly clung to him, only receiving everything. Her moans soon turned into sobs.

His cruel words, the harsh reality, and even his seed that he relentlessly poured inside her. With her eyes closed, she embraced it all.

The semen that filled her with a gush trickled down between her legs. The murky liquid flowed down her thighs.

Behind the window, a dazzling lightning bolt struck again. He, whitened by the flash, smiled as if melting into the light.

“So… just keep pretending you don’t know.”