Prologue

New York, Four Years Ago

The sound of a party from beyond the door, the laughter that seeped through the elegant wooden door, the six drinks I’d had that night, the sweet and fizzy taste, my heated body in the cool air, and the sharp-featured man blurring in my vision. The twisted smile on that man’s face. A strange man’s low voice sent a shiver down my spine. “How does it feel to be under me, the guy you despise?” 

“Ughh...” Before I could answer, a massive cock thrust deep inside me. I squinted my eyes and tried to focus. With each thrust, my eyes welled up. I looked at the tattoo etched on the shoulder that held me captive. The tattoo, which extended to his forearm, seemed to writhe as he moved. His skin was smooth and polished like a pebble. The man I was encountering for the first time was large, hot, and hard. A man as delicate and pure as a finely crafted porcelain piece was ruthlessly ravaging me. “Acting all high and mighty despite wearing cheap clothes. What a trashy thing to do.” His jeers cut through the rough movements. I clutched his shoulders desperately and bit my lip, letting out a muffled sob. 

“You... your words are so... vulgar...” 

“Cut the crap. Just enjoy it.” He laughed lightly, gazing into my eyes over my glasses. His gaze was different from the others I knew. It was rebellious and domineering. There was a scent, like freshly cut grass or dried herbs. It was marijuana. It must have drifted in from outside. Or maybe not. Maybe the man who was pinning me down was the one who had smoked it. 

...What a dirty drug addict. My head was spinning. This was a type of person I would never normally encounter. And yet, here I was, beneath him, panting. “You’re quite... even though you look so innocent.” His cock, which had been slowly withdrawing, thrust in deeply. My hands, which were clutching his arm, trembled. I suppressed my sobs and looked up at him. My body was being shaken violently with the wet slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. But I stared at him with tear-filled eyes. “You, this trash... ugh...” 

“Who’s doing the trashy thing right now...” He pushed his hand under my clothes and grabbed my breast. He rubbed my nipple, making my core tighten. He ruthlessly shoved his cock into my already wet hole. “You get so wet just from touching your nipples... you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His blatant teasing made my already flushed face even redder. My head was spinning. I shook my head, trying to deny the pleasure coursing through my body. But I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “Jeon Yeon-hee, don’t you know me? Haven’t you seen me before?” 

“Ugh... I... don’t know...” Just because someone was said to be handsome didn’t mean everyone had to know him. Maybe it was because he was someone who attracted so much attention. He was so full of himself. ‘Did I even tell him my name?’ As I pondered, my body was shaken again. With each deep thrust, I felt a burst of heat and confusion. ‘I must have told him my name during our conversation.’ I cried out. “Ah! Ah, ugh...” I wanted to cover my mouth with my hand, but my body, overwhelmed by pleasure, could only shake like a doll. 

The man buried his face in my neck as he thrust into me. His strong teeth bit into my neck, and his wet tongue licked my collarbone. The tingling sensation made my hips involuntarily twist. “Aren’t you curious about me? Who I am. When and where we...” He trailed off, asking a question. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t curious at all. When I didn’t respond, he grabbed my waist and began to thrust even harder. It was a chaotic time. All I could hear was the sound of our bodies colliding. The noise of the party outside mixed with our passionate moans. My glasses were slightly askew as I was tossed around in his arms. He straightened my glasses and smiled lazily. “You look even hotter with those glasses on, all sweaty. Can I cum on them?” 

“You, pervert...! Ah, ah!” At my insult, he stopped and laughed. His cock twitched with each laugh. When he stopped laughing, he thrust into me again with force. My head hit the headboard. “Damn it... what did you do to me?” I heard his excited voice over my head. It was a comfortable, soothing voice that seemed too good for such vulgar words. Too good for someone who spoke so crudely.

Years later, little remained of those memories.

A Christmas party for international students. A man I met there by chance. An arrogant rich kid who looked down on me. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because I’m interested.” 

“There must be tons of people who would die to be with someone like you. Why me?” 

“I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl with glasses like you.” That man, whose appearance was as delicate as freshly molded porcelain, spoke with such vulgarity. 

“...You’re trash.” I looked at him with contempt, and he met my gaze with a crooked smile. “You find it so easy to be with someone like me? It’s so difficult for me to find someone like you.” 

“What’s so difficult? Just sleep with me.” And somehow, I ended up spending a night of lies with him. Hurt by my brother’s harsh words, I’d made a twisted choice, blaming it on the alcohol. Maybe it was all just a dream. My memories of him were hazy. My body, unaccustomed to alcohol, had lost consciousness after just six drinks, erasing his face from my memory. 

But it didn’t matter. I could just tell myself it was a drunken mistake. All I could remember was the pure, white smile of a man who seemed so corrupted, and his low voice in my ear. And the ecstasy of the night that exploded behind my closed eyes. After that impulsive night, I returned to Korea. I didn’t run away from him; it was simply my scheduled return. And I completely forgot about him. I told myself that I had toyed with him and moved on. 

That was the story of Jeong Yeon-hee’s first experience.