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“Can I get a refill of the fish cake side dish?”
“Sure, coming right up.”
One fortunate thing was that no matter how difficult her world became, everyday life still carried on.
She preferred following a routine. Working diligently like everyone else, studying hard, and spinning the wheel of monotony helped clear her mind of unnecessary thoughts.
Once home, she would review what she had studied during the day until dawn.
Since her grades only needed to maintain last year’s level, repeating this cycle should ensure she could achieve her target university without much trouble by the time of the college entrance exam.
“Song-ah, take a look at this while you’re washing dishes.”
“Ah, okay.”
Having no prior experience in work, nothing came naturally to her. She considered it a success if she didn’t get fired for being incompetent. In fact, she already broke several plates, so she worked twice as hard as the other part-timers.
Even if she were fired for lacking skills, finding another job wouldn’t be the end of the world. But since this was her first independent step, she didn’t want to leave under her own fault—there was a small sense of pride in that.
“Thank you for coming.”
As she cleared the table after a meal, a white piece of paper caught her eye. If those black marks were numbers, it was undoubtedly a phone number. The person who sat there regularly visited about three or four times a week. Surely, it wasn’t meant for her. Absentmindedly tidying up the empty plates, a familiar voice suddenly intruded from behind.
“The part-timers here sure are popular with dicks.”
Startled, she stomped on the foot of the man who had leaned his face close to her cheek. Kim Jong-seop stood there, towering over her. He looked out of place in the humble setting of the restaurant, yet somehow he managed to fit in while also not fitting in at all.
When he simply stood there drinking beer poured into shot glasses, it felt as though someone had brought wine to a soybean paste stew shop—an odd contrast. Yet, seeing him guzzle down soju cups without batting an eye was quintessentially Kim Jong-seop.
“Hello?”
From behind him emerged another familiar face.
“Erectile dysfunction….”
The thought slipped out unintentionally, thanks to Kim Jong-seop’s earlier introduction. Shocked by her own words, she quickly shut her mouth.
“Huh?”
“Ah, no, I mean both of you?”
“Are you talking to me? Did I have that problem? Want to check?”
Without a hint of awkwardness, he asked, only to receive a swift slap on the back of his head.
“Mind your own fucking business.”
The culprit of the slap casually took a seat at an empty table. Song-ah immediately guessed why Kim Jong-seop had come. He hadn’t just arrived to eat quietly and leave—it was obvious he intended to stir up another mess.
While taking orders and serving food, his hand inadvertently brushed against her fingertips. Startled, she glanced around nervously. Even though she had done nothing wrong, she felt as though she had committed public indecency. Despite wearing a T-shirt and pants that covered her fully, she felt as exposed as if she were naked—a sensation she had never experienced before meeting Kim Jong-seop. Cha Gun-joo stared at her unblinkingly, making her feel as if their wild, illicit sex acts had been laid bare before him.
“Before your stitched-up head bursts again, maybe stitch up your eyeholes.”
“Does looking wear me out? You and my sister-in-law look alike, but your actions couldn’t be more different. You’re pretty.”
Critiquing someone directly in front of them seemed inappropriate. Her face flushed hot.
“Have you even seen what I do firsthand?”
“Not really. Why, don’t you know the vibe?”
“Bullshit.”
It was impossible to get used to these conversations. She needed to extract herself quickly.
“Well then, enjoy your meal.”
Kim Jong-seop and his companion seemed to merely drink alcohol accompanied by bowls of soup, but their presence alone was incredibly distracting. Even when they ate quietly, their mere existence made her tense and agitated. Work felt several times harder than usual.
“The young friend works very diligently.”
Even casual chatter from customers grated on her nerves. All she could do was silently wish Kim Jong-seop would stay quiet and behave himself. She bit her lip in frustration.
Her life felt entirely shaken by one man.
Every action he took left her unsure whether she’d have to quit her job. Every word he said made her anxious about how to act around others. This wasn’t normal. Comparing Yoon Hyung-woo and Lee Sang-heon to Kim Jong-seop, their methods might differ, but tormenting her was ultimately the same. Why did she feel the need to escape them and seek refuge in Kim Jong-seop? Everything was uncertain.
Knowing full well that Kim Jong-seop wasn’t on her side, why did she believe he was the only one who could protect her from them? Was it because she saw him as the sole person capable of standing against them? Since leaving that house, she rarely encountered Yoon Hyung-woo or Lee Sang-heon. Now, the one tormenting her most was Kim Jong-seop. She didn’t understand why she was swept up in such irrational emotions.
Perhaps the person who would truly ruin her life was this man. For now, everything was unpredictable, and fear gripped her.
“I’ll head inside first.”
After removing her apron and tidying up briefly, she exited the dining area to find his seat empty.
Of course, it was possible he had simply finished eating and left. To others, it might seem natural, but with him, it felt oddly unnatural.
She scanned the surroundings. Had he really just left? If so, it was a relief, but unease lingered. Just then, her wrist was grabbed from behind. Standing in the alley, smoking a cigarette, his strong tobacco scent wafted toward her. Before she could react, he pulled her into the alley.
“What are you doing?”
“You were looking for me, weren’t you? Why pretend otherwise?”
“I checked around just in case you’d pull something like this.”
“I haven’t done anything yet, but clearly, you’re expecting something, huh? Feeling excited?”
With a light tap on her forehead, he gave her no time to respond as his heavy hands moved to grope her chest. Before she could register the weight of his touch, his hands slid down to her hips, eventually creeping under her shirt. His beastly fingers effortlessly undid her tightly fastened bra.
“What are you doing here…!”
“All sorts of dicks passing by are eyeing your pussy, damn it. Does this feel right to you?”
“This is fine. They’re just calling me because I’m the staff bringing them food.”
“Don’t lie. Do you think I don’t know how men look?”
Sighing, she gave up on arguing. Giving up often brought peace of mind. Silence was golden, and avoiding responses made things easier.
“I’ll give you work. How much should I pay for your blowjob skills? Doing that alone could cover your monthly expenses, right? You’ve got talent.”
“Stop with the crazy talk. After eating all that expensive food, why are you acting like this? Never in my life have I met someone like you…”
Already physically exhausted, enduring his nonsense felt overwhelming.
“I left to live a normal life, working hard and studying. Ah!”
Let him rant; she focused on surviving. Regardless of what he said, he was busy sucking her neck and fondling her breasts.
“Sex is productive exercise. Isn’t it perfect for your plan to live a normal life?”
“How is this productive…?”
“Work is sacred, repeater.”
Fluently spouting nonsense was indeed a skill.
In a normal situation, maybe he’d be right. But how could sex with Kim Jong-seop ever be considered normal? Even she knew that what he did wasn’t ordinary. Who else but this madman would treat sex like a daily routine?
“What if someone sees us, ah…!”
Though hidden in the shadows, anxiety consumed her. Darkness couldn’t conceal this man. He lifted her shirt, exposing her nipples, which he sucked on fiercely and bit mercilessly. Her large areolas were like gum he couldn’t stop chewing, relentlessly sucking on them whenever he pleased.
Spitting out her nipple after chewing on it, he exhaled roughly against her neck, ready to thrust. Her sore, overstimulated nipples felt pickled. It was dangerous.
“Wait, over there…”
Here she was, just steps away from her workplace, pulling down her underwear. What was she even doing? Dizziness overwhelmed her.
Finally pushing him away, she hastily pulled her shirt back down. Her bra, dangling loosely around her chest, remained undone.
“Let’s go, please. Not in a place like this...”
To borrow his phrase, was she now screwed? Unfazed by location, his mood was always his priority. If he liked something, he had to suck it; if he was hard, he had to fuck. Watching him was like watching a car speed down a limitless highway without any stop lines.
Anxiety crept in, telling her this was just the beginning.
It felt like walking a wild stallion with a huge dick through a crowded market, a stallion no one could control. A bustling, chaotic marketplace packed with people.
No matter how she looked at it, it seemed like it was only a matter of time before she got fired.
Returning home, they ended up having sex right there in the entryway. They even showered together, and then he stood in the kitchen, wearing only his pink bathrobe, smoking and watching her make rolled omelets. His elaborate tattoos, covering his upper body, flashed into view every time the robe’s front opened, then disappeared. It kept distracting her. Kim Jong-seop in front of her was dangerous, but he, behind her, was just as much of a threat.
“You’d look pretty wearing just an apron, our baby. You’ve got big milk jugs.”
Startled by his crazy remark, Song-ah turned around, still holding the knife.
He didn’t even blink, just blew out smoke and chuckled. With a cocky, arrogant posture, he used her cup as an ashtray, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
“What, wanna fight?”
“Can you not come to my workplace?”
“Why?”
He always latched onto the end of her sentences. To avoid getting dragged into it, she had to be clear.
“You wanna see me get fired, don’t you?”
“I told you, I’d pay you enough allowance for every time I cum in you. Wouldn’t that be a better deal? Why make life hard when you have a special talent?”
What should she do? The moment she gripped the knife a little tighter, he burst out laughing. He casually brushed off the cigarette ash that fell onto his robe and kept laughing.
“Do you think I’m some bar girl?”
“Tch, always so stubborn.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Did you hear me again?”
The man grinned, sucking on the filter so hard his cheeks hollowed, then exhaled smoke with a satisfied look.
Her part-time job wasn’t because she was desperate for money. Sure, she needed money, but she wasn’t starving. She wanted a stable life, like everyone else.
To stand on her own without her family’s financial support, she needed skills, and to get skills, she needed work experience. Of course, money was necessary, but once she had the skills, the money would follow. She couldn’t survive on leftover savings forever.
She didn’t want to explain her situation, fearing it would just sound like complaining.
“I guess all the women you slept with were like that?”
“Well, I’ve never paid for it, just gotten it for free.”
He shamelessly claimed that women lined up to spread their legs without him paying.
“Why bother when they spread their legs for me without me asking?”
“Then stop talking nonsense to me and go have fun with those women.”
Song-ah turned around and started cutting the finished omelet again. She relaxed her grip on the knife, carefully cutting it without breaking it. But then, her hand slipped. She instinctively stepped back, fearing she’d drop the knife on her foot, and her hand overlapped with his. He gripped her hand holding the knife, then took the knife and put it down. His large body was so close, she flinched.
“Be careful. You wanna cut off your foot?”
Then, with the cigarette still in his mouth, he roughly grabbed the knife and sliced the remaining omelet into pieces. As he put down the knife, he curtly told her to stop touching it. Even with such casual knife work, his grip, pressure, and strength control were overly skilled. The veins bulging on his hand made me uneasy.
Song-ah wondered if he’d ever cut anything other than food with that hand, and stopped herself from imagining anything more gruesome. It was better to clear her mind than to have unnecessary thoughts.
He took the cigarette out of his mouth and roughly extinguished it in the sink. The sound of the burning cigarette dying, and black ash left on the stainless steel. The man seemed to have thrown away all manners and courtesy with that ash, leaving only an empty shell.
“If you’re staying for dinner, I can make this and, uh, ah!”
He grabbed her waist, pushed up her t-shirt, and grabbed her breasts. He twisted and pinched her nipples, signaling that he wanted sex.
“Uh, ah!”
She had let her guard down.
________________________________________
It was an unusually long day.
Exhaustion piled up from the sex that started last night and continued until dawn, and Song-ah couldn’t skip work, so her physical condition wasn’t great.
“Why are you so tired? I’m the one in college, but you sound like you’re dying.”
“Isn’t it harder for repeat students than freshmen?”
Since entering college, Chul-woo had been out of touch for a while. I figured he was busy enjoying his freshman life, drinking every day. But the voice on the phone, after so long, sounded quite tired.
“It’s not even fun. I messed up my course registration, so I still have to wake up early, and it’s not fun. And there are so many assignments, damn it. Argh!”
“Yeah, congratulations.”
“Thanks for the sympathy.”
“You’re welcome.”
“How are you doing? I kinda miss your face, even though we were always bickering.”
“Yeah, we should be arguing face to face. No news is good news, I guess.”
“I thought so too, but I guess it’s not the case for you. You never say anything, even when something’s wrong. You know how much that bothers me? I always knew when you were having a bad day, even when you pretended everything was fine.”
“Thanks for your concern. Okay, I’ll come to you first if I get into debt.”
It felt good to exchange jokes in the warm breeze, to have this simple conversation.
Song-ah was glad she didn’t have to worry about running into her grandfather when she got home, and that she had a home to return to.
“Ah, I have to do homework, so I have to hang up. Oh, and if you have any trouble, just come down here. It’s quieter and more livable than you think.”
“Yeah, trying to get me to do your homework, no thanks, bye.”
“Oh, and as a senior, don’t ever do group projects, damn it, never, ever.”
The call with Chul-woo, who gave a stern warning, ended, and her peace continued.
Having a regular daily routine was precious and meaningful to Song-ah.
Her adolescence was spent suffering from Yoon Hyung-woo and his girlfriends, and the inability to settle quietly at home had been going on much longer. Returning home from school, doing homework, and going to bed. Even this simple schedule required overcoming many obstacles. First, returning home meant facing Yoon Hyung-woo’s frequently changing girlfriends.
It was a painful routine to do homework under the blanket, chased by the eyes that wanted her to go to bed quickly. The two men’s voices, varying only in loudness, were easily heard outside the room.
That’s why home became a trauma for Song-ah. When she was sick or wanted to rest, or even study, she wanted to do it at her new place after school. She liked having a home where no one disturbed her. Kim Jong-seop shattered the peace she had barely enjoyed.
He came to her place for sex, and she often had to buy new textbooks because they got wet from his uncontrolled ejaculations. He seemed to know exactly where she felt good, based on his experience, and he’d hit those spots every time. Sometimes it was his yellow urine, sometimes his clear arousal fluid, sometimes both. He made her dizzy, crawl on all fours like an animal, and suck his dick like a dog.
After those war-like sex sessions, she’d be trapped on the mattress in his arms, as if she were in a small cube. Who would have thought she’d ruin her repeat year like this?
Song-ah rubbed her neck as she left the diner. Her shoulders ached from the hard work.
She looked at Jin-han’s text, asking if he could see her briefly after work.
Song-ah had planned to buy a simple dessert on her way home. She felt uneasy about facing him after all he had done for her, especially since she hadn’t even wiped her mouth clean yet.
When they crossed paths at the academy, he only asked if she was feeling better from that day, nothing more. Though his demeanor seemed just as complicated as hers, he chose silence, bottling up his feelings without expressing them. She appreciated that—after dealing with Kim Jong-seop’s constant emotional outbursts, even small gestures of peace felt like a relief.
She intended to buy a cake and champagne from the hotel bakery. It wasn’t something they’d share together but rather a gift—a token of gratitude. Surely, this would suffice? She wasn’t sure how others expressed their sincerity, but buying a cake and a drink didn’t seem too difficult. For someone as awkward as her when it came to conveying emotions, this method was the most comfortable path.
Was there anything easier than expressing feelings through money?
Perhaps this way of thinking was too much like Yoon Hyung-woo’s. But for her, articulating emotions—whether gratitude or regret—was an insurmountable challenge.
This would have to count as a gesture of goodwill, right? She hoped so. Truthfully, what weighed heavier on her heart wasn’t gratitude toward Jin-han but an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Looking back, it had always been that way during her school days. She didn’t know exactly what Jin-han’s true feelings were, but regardless of the rumors swirling around her, he never questioned or judged her. His gaze, his expressions, carried no prejudice—he looked at her the same way he would any other ordinary student.
Back then, she had been too preoccupied with surviving to notice such things. Now, she felt guilty about it. Just because she didn’t feel romantically attracted to him didn’t mean he wasn’t special. At the time, everything felt like arrows pointed at her, every interaction laced with poison that might strike at any moment.
That’s why she felt even sorrier toward him now.
Lost in thought, she waited for a taxi when a familiar sedan pulled up nearby.
“They say stubborn calves grow horns, and you’re causing me nothing but trouble. Why didn’t you answer my calls? Can’t you go a single day without making me worry?”
“I told you—if we met once, you’d never bother me again.”
“You ran off on your own terms last time. Do you even have a conscience?”
Yoon Hyung-woo sighed deeply, audaciously lecturing her about having a conscience.
Determined not to engage further, Song-ah walked past the sedan toward the approaching taxi. But before she could reach it, Hyung-woo emerged from the car and grabbed her wrist. The taxi drove off, leaving her behind.
“Let me go.”
“Straighten yourself out. I can’t afford to let my business plans crumble because of one granddaughter.”
“So why drag me into your business plans in the first place?! Why is everything dictated by your whims, regardless of how I feel?!”
Another slap landed on her cheek. She was used to being hit by Yoon Hyung-woo—it barely registered physically anymore—but her chest tightened painfully.
“For a deal that could make or break our entire family, you selfishly run away? After living luxuriously off my money all these years, you dare leave now?”
“Luxuriously…”
Her voice faltered. Yes, if luxurious meant accepting his monthly allowances of several hundred dollars without worrying about buying textbooks or meals. Thanks to him, even the deposit for her current apartment technically came from his pocket—it was money she had saved bit by bit over the years.
But she had endured years of unreasonable treatment and abuse under his roof. He saw those payments as hush money, and she had no reason to refuse. She rationalized it: their accounts were settled.
“You think I’m letting you live in squalor while working at a restaurant? If there’s an easier life waiting for you, why are you choosing hardship?”
“I’ll tell you—I wanted to sleep peacefully just once, free from the fear of hearing your lover moaning somewhere nearby. That’s all I wanted. Spare me your bundles of cash. Your consideration—not forcing me to endure your lovers’ advances—would’ve been enough. That’s all I needed. How dare you justify my suffering with your money and call it luxury? What did I spend those measly sums on at eighteen or nineteen? Tell me, where’s the family in all this?”
Her wrist hung limp in his grip. She had never known happiness.
Living alongside Yoon Hyung-woo, entangled in his perilous ventures, made her feel complicit in his dangerous world. Everything repulsed her, yet blood ties weren’t something she had chosen—they were fate, and she had resigned herself to them. She vowed to leave this nest once she became an adult.
“Bullshit. You’ve grown soft.”
She knew arguing was futile—it was like reading scriptures to a deaf ox—but still, she couldn’t stop herself.
“Assemblyman Hyeon seems fond of you. You wouldn’t care about the stakes involved, but for me, this is everything.”
“So what?”
“That boyfriend of yours downstairs. And Yang Chul-woo—your so-called friend who defends you so fiercely…”
“What now?”
“You think I’m powerless? Crushing his parents’ humble side dish shop is child’s play for me, Song-ah. And that boyfriend of yours—have you ever seen me fail when I set my mind to something?”
“You bastard!”
“If you ruin yourself and drag down those precious friends of yours, they’ll resent you forever. One wrong woman ruins an entire household. Do you think they’ll forgive you?”
Chul-woo, her steadfast companion since age fourteen—the only person who had stayed by her side. Hyung-woo clucked his tongue knowingly, taunting her. Even Jin-han, her ally, had a protective uncle, but Chul-woo… No, if anything happened to Jin-han because of her… Her thoughts tangled into chaos. Song-ah felt the world crumbling beneath her feet.
Money could be discarded, but friendships couldn’t. Cruel Yoon Hyung-woo understood that perfectly.
Her grandfather, twisting her will to escape, twirled his thick-ringed fingers habitually.
It was the same hotel as last time.
There were plenty of decent Korean restaurants and dining options, yet here they were again—at a hotel. Whether it was truly for dinner or something else, Hyung-woo’s lustful gaze unsettled her.
“Am I really your granddaughter?”
“As I said before, I’m not asking you to sell your body. Just blend in for an hour. That’s all—face time. This is my meeting. Don’t ruin it, please.”
“That is selling my body.”
“If this goes well, I’ll write a will leaving everything to you after I die.”
She laughed bitterly. Why? In Yoon Hyung-woo’s world, money was everything. His lovers were bought with cash, and countless men flocked to him for wealth.
“You thought I’d give it to one of my lovers?”
“As you said, there’s a price for putting up with things you hate. Be grateful I’m giving you a way out.” He clicked his tongue dismissively.
A man in a pristine white uniform guided them to the VIP room. Even the servers escorting guests exuded refinement, tall and strikingly handsome. Every staff member looked like a celebrity; none appeared randomly hired. Yet, ultimately, they existed solely to serve customers.
The room was empty, devoid of people.
Despair washed over her. Why was she here? To play the role of Shim Chung for one of Yoon Hyung-woo’s business partners. Kim Jong-seop’s words echoed in her mind: “Fuck this shit.”
Each time she considered fleeing, she remembered the hostages she might endanger—those who stood firmly by her side. She couldn’t abandon them to peril. Or perhaps, deep down, she had already surrendered.
At first, she believed Kim Jong-seop would save her from this mess.
But he had no intention of rescuing her. The more she flailed in the flames, the tighter his grip became. With nowhere else to turn, she collapsed into his arms, surrendering her most intimate self to perform acts akin to beasts.
Why would a man with nothing to lose step in for her?
Their so-called agreement was anything but mutual. Yet she couldn’t break free or push him away. Once caught in the net, escape was impossible. She had been naive. Everything was mired in filth.
Less than five minutes after entering the room, the man arrived—Assemblyman Hyeon.
Upon spotting her, he openly displayed satisfaction with the arrangement.
Taking his seat naturally, he acted as though receiving such hospitality—and women—was completely justified.
Another face followed him. Layer upon layer of complications. Her fragile hold on sanity slipped further.
“Since Yoon’s granddaughter was coming, I brought my second son along too. Not uncomfortable, I hope?”
“Not at all.”
What they called hospitality was nothing more than displaying her like a trophy, presenting her as an object to flaunt.
Yoon Hyung-woo smiled with insincerity. The man who claimed to have graduated from a prestigious university and played the cello had recently returned from studying abroad. His name—Hyeon something. She let it slip out of her mind the moment she heard it. Yoon Hyung-woo’s handpicked suitor, this man whose name she didn’t care to remember, likely wouldn’t even consider her worthy. Why would someone so accomplished view her as potential daughter-in-law material? It made no sense.
“So, Song-ah, do you drink? What do you think?”
“No.”
“Our kids around your age tend to drink a lot. Maybe it’s because you haven’t started university yet.”
“Our Song-ah says she’s very sorry about leaving abruptly last time due to an urgent matter.”
Hyung-woo’s sharp prodding cut deep.
Thinking of her friend Chul-woo while looking at Yoon Hyung-woo was excruciating. The man responsible for pushing her life into the abyss, and yet she couldn’t help but recall the one true friend she had left.
“...I’m sorry.”
Apologizing when she didn’t mean it was agony in itself.
The assemblyman’s son, a man who would forget her by morning, smiled at her. Her phone vibrated—a call came through.
Kim Jong-seop
The caller ID displayed his name plainly, without any formal title. Could she have imagined missing him? Despite the physical toll of their frequent encounters, meals had never felt this unbearable before. Now, her greatest wish was to quietly eat a bowl of rice in peace.
She ignored the ringing phone and silenced it.
Clenching her phone tightly, Song-ah caught Yoon Hyung-woo glancing at her.
He gave her a pointed look, annoyed that she wasn’t focusing on the conversation but instead clutching her phone.
Should she tell Kim Jong-seop everything? Beg him to save her from Yoon Hyung-woo’s threats? No, he wouldn’t listen. He’d only make things worse. Jumping into a treacherous path just to extinguish an immediate fire wasn’t a solution—it would only lead to deeper trouble.
Hadn’t she already fallen into a worse quagmire after grabbing hold of his outstretched hand? Revealing her current predicament might drag her into yet another nightmare. There was no telling what he’d do next. He wasn’t on her side—he never had been. There was no answer. Her life had always been hopeless, but had it ever felt this utterly devoid of hope?
This man, who had never moved a finger to give her what she wanted, seemed to relish her misery. The more her mental state crumbled, the tighter he held onto her legs, tangled in the cage of his desires.
Unable to reply to Kim Jong-seop’s message, another call came through. This time, a different name appeared.
Jin-han Oppa
She had planned to meet him today and pick up the cake she had reserved from the bakery. Everything had gone awry. Where did it all start to unravel? She noticed Assemblyman Hyeon subtly eyeing her. Was he truly considering her as a match for his son? Or was it merely lust driving his intentions? The latter seemed far more plausible.
Everything around her was wrong, and there was no escape in sight.
It felt like walking a foggy road where not even a step ahead was visible. She didn’t know if the path led to a cliff over the sea.
In truth, it was too late for dinner. He hadn’t brought her here just to eat.
“It seems we’ve missed dinner, so how about a drink instead?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“Yes, let’s finish up and get moving.”
Yoon Hyung-woo mouthed something to her.
‘Put that damn phone away.’
His openly irritated gaze bore into her.
The setting shifted naturally to the hotel bar. If she allowed herself to be dragged along by this assemblyman according to Yoon Hyung-woo’s wishes, she might never escape his grasp again. That fear swallowed her whole like a black shadow.
Every moment felt like a trial. Each time she pulled her hand away, Assemblyman Hyeon’s eyes lingered on her. Even the fleeting glances felt suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
Should she bolt from the table? Her throat tightened, and shallow breaths escaped uncontrollably. As she clawed at her arm, the man seated beside her leaned in and whispered.
“Tired of this? Honestly, I am too. Want to step out for coffee?”
It was the assemblyman’s second son. Coffee or anything else—everything felt like it might come back up.
Taking a deep breath, she prepared to stand when a familiar face approached from across the room.
The figure grew clearer as he approached. Once his eyes landed on her, they locked onto hers with unshakable intensity. A pink shirt suited him well, accentuating his straight nose, deep brown eyes, and the beauty mark on his left cheek. His cold demeanor was unmistakable.
As if he had known exactly where to find her, his gaze immediately sought her out. Their eyes met, and she realized this was no mirage. How could an illusion feel so vivid and precise?
She gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
He didn’t come closer but sat on a stool, watching intently, waiting to see what she would do.
“You scored pretty high, I heard. If you’re retaking exams, you’ll probably get into Korea University. Since I’m a senior, feel free to speak casually.”
“Ah… yes.”
“Have you decided on a major? I know a lot of people at Korea University, so if you tell me, I can help make campus life easier. What are you thinking of studying?”
“Well, I don’t even know if I’ll get in, so…”
Her responses were mechanical, like a drained battery, as she barely registered his words.
“You’ve got something on your shirt.”
The man signaled the bartender for a damp cloth and gently wiped the area below her chest. His hand brushed against her cleavage, stretched taut by her ample breasts.
“It’s… fine.”
“Sorry if it made you uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention. Want to wipe it yourself?”
Before she could take the cloth, her eyes darted instinctively toward Kim Jong-seop. Their gazes met, and startled, she flung his hand away. The glass of martini shattered on the floor with a deafening clink, shards scattering everywhere.
“Are you okay?”
“Yoon Song-ah.”
Voices swirled around her like tinnitus, disorienting her.
Yoon Hyung-woo’s orchestrated gathering, Assemblyman Hyeon and his son’s unsettling glances, and Kim Jong-seop’s piercing stare—all three pressures overwhelmed her, and she finally lost her composure.
She shot up from her seat, momentarily losing her balance. Brushing off the second son’s polite attempt to steady her, she walked toward the exit. Passing by where Kim Jong-seop sat, she headed for the elevator.
Pressing the button repeatedly, she groped for support against the wall as her temples throbbed. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist.
She looked up. Kim Jong-seop’s cold eyes burned with anger. Though he hadn’t spoken or demanded answers, his fury was palpable.
Ping. The elevator doors opened, and she was pulled inside.
“Yoon Song-ah, wait!”
As the doors began to close, the man who had wiped her shirt appeared briefly in her peripheral vision before disappearing.
Finally alone in the elevator, Song-ah’s ragged breathing filled the silence.
“Let go of me.”
“How about explaining why you’re here, enjoying the VIP room? No matter how much I think about it, the only conclusion is that you came here to serve drinks and entertain dicks. Care to explain, pretty girl?”
“I don’t see why I need to explain myself. I just came for dinner and a drink.”
“Oh, so you also approved of that bastard touching your pussy?”
Facing him, tears welled up in her eyes. Damn him. He had left her to endure this fate.
No, he had never cared about her suffering in the first place.
“What does it matter to you if someone touches my chest? Isn’t that what you want from me anyway—just my body? You let Yoon Hyung-woo have his way with me, ignoring everything I ask for. Whether I fuck that man or move in with him, what business is it of yours?”
“I told you not to deceive me again.”
After all, you only want my body, anyway. You probably thought you could just play with me like this and throw me away when you didn’t need me anymore.
Even after leaving Yoon Hyung-woo’s house, the difficult situations kept repeating, and Kim Jong-seop, for whatever reason, only added to the confusion. The pent-up anger and resentment surged and exploded.
Song-ah was furious. She never wanted to see his face again.
“Let’s end this useless relationship. I was stupid to think anything was possible with a man like you. Don’t ever come back. Let’s pretend it never happened, ah!”
She tried desperately to pull her trapped hand away, but her weakened body couldn’t withstand his strength. Her wrist drooped like a peeled banana.
“Let go of me. I never want to hold your hand again, Kim Jong-seop...!”
He wasn’t listening to her.
Her resistance was futile. He led her out of the lobby, put her in the passenger seat that the doorman opened, and immediately drove off.
Where were we going? Song-ah had no idea. She expected him to go straight to a hotel room in his anger, but the car was leaving the hotel.
The underground stairs led to an establishment where VIPs came to have secret conversations and drink bottles of liquor worth thousands. It was a ten-pro or whatever, with lots of “unnis.” After years under Yoon Hyung-woo, how could I not know?
“Wh-why are we here...?”
As she was dragged inside, she was afraid of what he might do.
“Kim Jong-seop, why aren’t you answering my calls...?”
Kim Jong-seop, with both hands in his pockets, walked past Choi Si-baek, who was approaching. He walked straight toward his destination. She almost tripped several times trying to follow him. His back, showing no sign of anger, hatred, or annoyance, felt even colder.
“Where are we going...!”
The underground interior, made of marble, showed off the money spent everywhere. Yet, there was an eerie feeling. It felt like she had entered a place I shouldn’t have.
Song-ah shivered involuntarily. Her whole body was sending signals. This place was dangerous. She had to shake off his hand and run away. But her fear would only fuel his excitement.
Song-ah was scared. The man she always faced with tension felt even more ruthless today. They walked down a long, quiet hallway.
He turned a corner and opened the door to the last room.
“Ahhh! Ahh! Ah! Haaah!”
The first thing that hit her ears was the raw sound of moaning, without any other noise.
She instinctively stepped back at the scene before her, but she was trapped by his hand.
Song-ah knew that ten-pros didn’t offer secondary services in their establishments. Many didn’t offer any secondary services at all, and they certainly didn’t have group sex in a room like this. They weren’t just ordinary customers.
The room, filled with an unidentifiable stench of semen, stung her nose.
“What a fucking circus.”
A woman and two men were in the middle of sex. They were clearly out of their minds. Unidentifiable white powder and dark cream tubes were scattered on the table, along with empty liquor bottles.
A man lay on a large sofa, a woman straddled him, and another man was doggy-styling her, fingering her anus.
The three, lost in their threesome, didn’t even stop when Kim Jong-seop opened the door.
“Ahhh! Oppa! More, more! Haaah! Faster, ahhh!”
Surely he wasn’t planning to throw her into that mess. She trembled and instinctively grabbed Jong-seop’s arm.
“Haaah! Ah, ah! I’m coming, coming!”
The woman, foaming at the mouth, screamed every time a dick plunged into her front and back holes. She was enjoying it, asking for it to go deeper.
Every time the black dick pulled out of her pink pussy, fluid squirted out like a broken showerhead. Whether it was the drugs or not, she kept pissing and shaking her ass.
It was what she did when she had sex with Jong-seop without drugs.
“That crazy bitch is eating well. Look how out of it she is. You wanna join?”
Kim Jong-seop asked as Song-ah stood frozen, unable to take her eyes off the scene.
She scratched his arm, gripping his shirt.
“Why are you so surprised? It’s what you usually do.”
It was a space filled with animals driven by instinct. She shook her head in denial. He pulled her toward the sofa where the woman was. She saw Kim Jong-seop approaching and eagerly touched his crotch, ready to suck him off.
“Stop it. Finish what you’re eating before you come at me. Always so greedy. She’d suck her own father’s dick if it meant getting some.”
Every time her ass bounced back from the dick plunging into her pussy, another dick rammed into her back hole. The woman screamed in pleasure, enjoying the two dicks.
Her face was distorted with ecstasy, her chin was smeared with drool, and her eyes were unfocused.
The familiar expression triggered a disturbing déjà vu. A few days ago, when she saw herself in the mirror while having sex with Kim Jong-seop in the bathroom, she had the same face, the same expression. Fear gripped her, and Song-ah trembled.
“It’s not like you’ve never seen porn before. Why are you acting so innocent?”
The men, still fucking, glanced over and reached for her. They probably thought she was another woman to join the orgy. Startled, Song-ah turned away, and Kim Jong-seop cursed.
“Keep fucking your own pussy before I pluck your eyes out and stuff them in your holes.”
Song-ah saw two dicks thrusting into one pussy out of sync. Clearly, there were two dicks in her, but the one she usually took was bigger. Even in her confusion, that much was clear. The difference was stark.
“Oppa, ahh! Ahhh! Uh, haaah!”
Kim Jong-seop coldly brushed off the woman’s hand reaching for his thigh, grabbed a cream tube, and left the room. The three men were still busy with their sex collaboration. The room, filled with drugs and alcohol, was a chaotic mess of heat, breath, and ear-piercing moans.
Kim Jong-seop, still holding her hand, led her down the hallway to a large office-like space. The interior, decorated only in black, gray, and white, was strangely intimidating in its simplicity. And a man was sitting at a large desk, working. Choi Si-baek.
“What’s wrong, beautiful? You think I brought you here to play hopscotch?”
There was a large sofa on one side of the room. I instinctively felt a surge of fear. Sure enough, Kim Jong-seop sat down and pulled her down next to him.
“Jo-Jong-seop, wait, what...?”
Kim Jong-seop unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock. Even the two dicks in the woman’s hole couldn’t match the size of his. He gripped his huge cock and smeared it with an unidentifiable black cream. The dark cream was applied thickly from his urethra to his base, like glazing a large tree root. The clumpy black cream fell into his pubic hair. Song-ah shook her head at the sight of his matted pubic hair.
It was clear that whatever it was, it was dangerous. Instincts screamed at her to run, but her body, already bound to him, couldn’t move an inch. Her pants were tossed aside without resistance. He pulled down her thin panties, effortlessly spread her legs on the couch, and pried open her tightly closed folds. Glancing sideways, she saw a man with titanium glasses, calmly reviewing documents.
Dressed in a neat suit, he acted as if she were invisible, his pen moving as if he neither heard nor saw anything. Her naked bottom was lifted high, almost to his chest. He stared at her, his eyes piercing, and then parted her wet folds, licking them deeply and thoroughly. He meticulously licked and polished the asymmetrical wings, even spitting on them. The sound of him sucking on her folds was as loud as her earlier moans.
“Ugh, ah!” His tongue moved relentlessly, swirling, scraping, and probing, leaving a trail of his saliva. His eyes, filled with a dark promise, hinted at the events to come, and Song-ah’s heart pounded with sudden panic. Her legs were pulled further down towards him. His engorged member, coated in dark cream, nudged against her entrance. It was clear that a monstrous invasion was imminent.
“W-wait, Jong-seop...!”
“Just endure it.” What? Unlike her, who was paralyzed with fear, he spoke with unsettling calmness. The man, who had concealed his savage claws and revealed only his burning desire, finally pushed his way in, forcing open her passage. “Ugh, ahh! Ah! Ahh!”
“Just try to endure it. If you can, I’ll finish this, just like you asked. At least it’s better than getting raw-dogged by that Lee Ha-heon or whoever, right?” His tone, certain that she wouldn’t be able to bear it, was chilling. The cold sensation of the cream was the first thing she felt as he thrust into her. The slick coldness gave way to an unfamiliar warmth. Then, without warning, a wave of ecstasy hit her. The sudden peak, without any buildup, was like a lightning strike.
Her body convulsed as his massive member, like an electric shock, filled her. The strange whirlwind of emotions, shaking her body and mind, surged between extremes. She craved his dark, filthy member deep inside her, wanting to squeeze and suck until his white semen flowed out. Her mind was filled with such vulgar thoughts, yet she felt a perverse excitement.
It was as if her brain had shut down normal functions, releasing only dopamine, controlling her central nervous system, and molding her body like clay. She felt an overwhelming urge to devour his member. Song-ah knew that this ecstasy wouldn’t subside easily.
“W-what is this... ugh, ah!” Her birth canal burned as if she had swallowed a fireball. The embers inside her ignited, and her depths begged for his thick tool to scratch and churn. Song-ah writhed, her body twisting like a newborn beast, driven by the forcefully stimulated lust.
“Ugh, ahh! Ah! Ah-ahh!” Jong-seop placed his hands on her waist, lifting her into a sitting position, then leaned back leisurely. He clearly wanted to watch her every move. But his intentions were the least of her concerns. She wanted to take any member inside her. She wanted to thrust his massive tool into her now-ruined hole, spewing her juices, and shake wildly.
She wanted him to devour her intimately, to ravage her wetness, to suck her hairs until she went insane. Her mind was filled with such filthy thoughts, and the conflicting emotions only fueled her excitement. All she could think of were the crude words Jong-seop had taught her.
Jong-seop had pushed her dormant lust to its absolute limit. Leaning back, Jong-seop simply watched her pitiful writhing. He took a jar of cream and generously applied it to her swollen folds and erect clit. “Ugh, ugh, ah, ah! Ah!” “Yeah, me too, fuck.” Her opening pulsed, and after a fierce battle with her reason, she surrendered, gushing her fluids. Even as she urinated, she continued to sway her hips, impatient for his member.
“You don’t have to be so impatient. I’ll give you as much as you want today.” He lifted her and placed her on top of him, and she immediately began to move, riding him skillfully. With trembling hands, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to ride him in earnest.
The cream made her movements even more enticing. The fact that Yoon Song-ah was the first to go wild and crave him was a stimulant far more potent than any aphrodisiac. As he thrust into her, she squirted her juices. Having suppressed her reason and given in to her instincts, he couldn’t help but smirk.
But when she shook her head, as if hating her own compliance, he let out a bitter laugh. He knew she was right. Yoon Hyung-woo was just a tool to make Yoon Song-ah come to him. He had thought of her as just another woman to sleep with and discard, as he had done countless times before.
But seeing her with another man twisted something inside him, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time. In fact, he had never felt such anger, such jealousy. Countless women had thrown themselves at him, but he had never felt this way. Instead, they were the ones who accused him of sleeping with other women. But seeing Yoon Song-ah with another man made him want to say the same things they had said to him.
Why did you let another man touch you? He felt utterly ridiculous. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling such jealousy. “Is my dick tasty, oppa? Ah, you’re eating it so well, I think you’re going to cum already.”
“Ugh, ahh! Ahh! Ah! Ah!” A stream of urine splattered onto his abs, relentless and forceful. Like a fountain that never stopped, she gushed while continuing to ride him, her cream-coated member buried deep inside her.
Eating and urinating, urinating and eating, the sight was so intoxicating that he let out a deep groan. “Hoo, hiss, fuck.” He ripped off her bra and shirt, and her full breasts swayed wildly with the rhythm of their movements. Unable to control the speed, she pressed her breasts against his chest to stabilize them.
She rubbed her breasts against his broad shoulders, seeking pleasure. Our pretty girl. I didn’t know you could be so clever. Choi Si-baek, who had no interest in this, was still engrossed in his documents, even with all this noise. That bastard was definitely not normal.
“Why are you just pissing? I asked if my dick is tasty.” “Hoo-oong, ahh!” “Moan louder. You’re good at it.”
“Ha-eut, ung, ah! Ah-ahh!”
“So, is it tasty, Song-ah? Can I get an answer?”
“Hoo-eut, hoo-oong.”
“Cute, fuck.” He stopped thrusting, holding her hips in his hands. The sudden pause made her flushed cheeks pale. Her entrance, denied the pleasure it craved, pulsed and leaked cream.
When he didn’t move, Song-ah pounded on his shoulders, tears streaming down her face. Cute, fuck, even her crying is cute. “Tell me. Do you like my filthy dick?”
“Ung.” She shook her head, trying to deny it, but then, “Y-yes, I do. Your filthy dick is tasty, p-please.”
“See? If you were always this honest, you’d feel better, and I’d enjoy giving it to you.” Her swollen hole, bruised from his thrusts, throbbed uncontrollably. He wondered if the aphrodisiac also contained something else. As far as he knew, it was just an aphrodisiac, but Song-ah, who was new to such drugs, seemed to be reacting more strongly.
“What do you want me to do with your filthy hole? Should I fill you inside? Should we make a baby? Huh, baby?” She shook her head, denying it again. No, no. Her pleading resistance was pitiful. But when he threatened to withhold his pleasure, she finally gave in. “F-fill me inside, p-please. Ahh! Ah! C-cum inside, ahh!”
“Alright. I’ll give you a big shot of pleasure. Shake those milkers and eat it up.” He slapped her ass, giving her permission to enjoy his filthy cock, and she began to move her hips lewdly. She drew zig-zags and then alternated horizontal and vertical lines, licking and swirling her receptive hole with her tongue lolling out.
The relentless pounding of his cock against her walls mashed the tip of his member against the entrance of her womb. The intense friction sent shivers down his spine. The unbelievable climax, the overwhelming pleasure that made his vision blur, sent a silent shudder through Jong-seop.
“Pretty, it’s okay. Do you think I’d abandon you if you got pregnant?”
“Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Haah! Ahh!” She shook her hips like a beast, claiming his dirty cock, which had been inside countless women, was delicious, begging him to only fill her. The suction of her vagina as she sucked on the head of his cock rivaled the tightness of any ass he’d ever been in, making even him struggle.
The sounds of their coupling, the wet squelching and pounding, filled the room. He fucked her from every angle, front, back, and sides, and the orgasms that hit her felt like she was dying over and over.
“Hoo, fuck, you need to squeeze harder to get pregnant, you know?” The ridge of his cock scraped against the tight walls of her vagina, then slid up and struck the peak of her womb, the point of ultimate pleasure. Even after hitting her womb, he continued to probe the hidden depths, a space she wouldn’t have dared to explore on her own.
“Ah-oong, ah, ha-euh, heu-eut, ah! Ahh!” The wet, sticky sounds of their coupling amplified the raw pleasure. “Your moans are so fucking delicious.”
“Haaaah! Ah! Ahh!” Although they were in separate rooms, the office was filled with her seductive moans, the sounds of their bodies colliding, and their ragged breathing. “If you don’t use your hole properly, I’ll bring those guys from before.”
“N-no, ah, ahh!” He remembered Se-ra in the other room. She was just as mindless with lust, drooling, pissing, and eating filthily like Yoon Song-ah, but for some reason, he wasn’t turned on by her. But watching Song-ah grind her hips, pounding her hole with his cock, made him want to plant his seed inside her right then and there. He wanted to cum, fuck. He was burning up.
“Ah-heueuk... ahh!” Jong-seop grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him, as if severing her last thread of reason. “Do you think I’d make you suck their cocks? You’re so used to mine now, you can’t suck anyone else’s. You’ve tasted mine, how could you be satisfied with anyone else?”
“Woo-ah-euh!!” She was being mercilessly pounded, her ass being worked over, then she suddenly lifted her hips and pulled his cock out, pissing like she was trying to empty her bladder. Her juices and piss gushed out, then the wet, obscene sound of her vaginal fluids escaping, followed by the sight of cream bubbles frothing from her entrance. He plunged his fingers into her piss-soaked hole, spreading the cream inside, coating every fold and crevice.
“Ha-eu-heu, heu-eung, heuk, ah.” She shook uncontrollably, her hands flailing, begging him to do something to her hole. Her energy was depleted, but her lust was just beginning. She spread her legs and reached for his cock, the sight of her taking him back inside driving him wild. “Ah-heu-euh, hole, please, ahh! Cock, quickly, ahh! Heuaahh!”
“I’ll make you cum first, then again. I know you like it, pretty. I’ll keep cumming for you.” He released his seed, planting his first load deep inside her. The satisfying gush made her spread her legs wider, exposing her entire wetness. This position seemed to bring her even more pleasure. The white flood continued for a long time, a testament to the sheer volume of his seed.
His balls, as large as his cock, swung wildly as he fucked her like a runaway stallion. “You like my cum that much? Wait, I’m still cumming. You have to wait.” His thick, sticky semen flowed out, filling her entrance, womb, and depths. He didn’t seem to have any refractory period. Before he had even emptied his balls, he was ready to go again. Song-ah cried, impatient for more. His massive tank was already refilling, ready to unleash another torrent.
His nonstop seed factory, his powerful balls, were a testament to his raw virility. “Baby, put my cock back in?”
“Y-yes, quickly. Heu-eung. Ahh.” Unable to wait even a moment, she rubbed her clit, expertly rolling the pearl between her fingers. It seemed she had found release on her own before. Her movements, though slightly awkward, were not entirely unskilled. He had often made her masturbate in front of him, so she must have learned quickly. Yoon Song-ah was a smart woman.
He laid her down and thrust his cock back inside her. His specialty was fucking fast and hard. Like a giant sea creature, his cock dove into her wet depths, swimming with fierce, primal strokes, as if it had always belonged there. “Ahh! Ah! Ahh!” She grabbed his head, screaming with pleasure.
With each powerful stroke, the cream, semen, and her juices mixed together, creating a symphony of wet, obscene sounds. She cried, her face a mess of tears, snot, and drool, but with each thrust, her head lolled back, her tongue lolled out, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. Her expressions were so damn sexy.
“Should I show that guy you eating my cock? Your lower hole is small, but you’re so greedy, you swallow so much meat.” Yoon Song-ah, who had her back to Choi Si-baek, shook her head. If she turned around, Choi Si-baek would have a clear view of them. Conversely, if Choi Si-baek turned his head, he would have a front-row seat to their explicit scene. The crazy bastard, who seemed completely uninterested, was just minding his own business.
“Ahh! Ah! N-no, no, ahh!” He grabbed her waist and tried to turn her around, but she clung to his neck, crying. Why was he being so soft? Fuck. Kim Jong-seop, the Kim Jong-seop, swayed by a woman’s tears? Cha Geon-ju and Choi Si-baek would laugh their asses off if they saw this.
“Then what should we do? Should you hug me tight, or not?” Choi Si-baek smirked, still engrossed in his papers. That fucking bastard. “Hug you, heu-eut, eu, ahh!” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, and her walls tightened around his cock, sending shivers through him.
But Yoon Song-ah didn’t stop riding him, thrusting her hips up and down, bouncing on his cock. The in-and-out motion of her hips definitely increased the speed. “Eung, ung! Ah!” When she felt full, she would rotate her hips, checking to see if his cock was still securely inside, plugging her up. She kept turning her head from side to side. “Woo-euh, ung, eu-eung, ah!” Song-ah squeezed her breasts and pissed again. He couldn’t even tell if it was cum or piss anymore. She had eaten and had been drinking wine, so it was understandable.
This woman, who was crying so adorably and beautifully, sleeping with other men was unthinkable. He was so fucking jealous, it was driving him crazy. A good fuck was all it took for women to cling to him like magnets. Once they had shared their bodies, they gave him their hearts. He thought that once they had tasted his cock, they would never be satisfied with anyone else. After all, they had been fucked by Kim Jong-seop, the man with the biggest dick.
But why Yoon Song-ah?
He didn’t know the reason, so he couldn’t find a solution.
All he knew was taking her body, over and over. There was no other way in his world.
He wanted to make her cry, he liked it when she cried, but crying because of another man was fucking unbearable.
How could he possess Yoon Song-ah? Kim Jong-seop, who only knew how to get what he wanted with his body, wouldn’t know.
They had shared so much, yet she kept her distance. Fucking hell.
He held onto Yoon Song-ah, who was on the verge of collapsing, and spoke like a thug.
“If I get rid of Yoon Hyung-woo, like you said, will you stay by my side?”
Jong-seop asked her for a solution, even though she couldn’t understand him.
Of course, instead of an answer, he only got the moans he had created.
He knew she wouldn’t come to him easily, but he was dying from waiting. He wanted to open her heart. Fucking crazy. Begging for Yoon Song-ah’s heart? But he realized how desperate he was, and it pissed him off.
He wanted her to look only at him, to eat only in front of him, whether it was food or his cock.
Not with any other cock... fuck.
“Ah, ahh! Ah! Haaah! C-coming, I’m coming, ahh!”
“Watching you give birth to my cock is driving me crazy. Let’s get pregnant, baby. Huh?”
Song-ah seemed to be lost in an unconscious world. Her body and brain, forced by drugs, were focused only on sex.
He couldn’t tell if her pleas for him to fuck her harder and deeper were sincere.
Like an automatic sensor in her vagina, every time his cock pierced her wet flesh, vulgar moans erupted automatically.
She was so messy with her cries that she didn’t even notice someone knocking.
“Jong-seop oppa, oh my...”
In her blurry vision, she saw a naked woman, like herself. It was a different face from the woman she saw in the other room. A woman in high heels and panties stood there with a surprised expression. With that kind of outfit, she must have done worse things, but for some reason, she looked like she had witnessed an unexpected scene.
Of course, her eyes were clouded with lust, so she might be seeing things. Words kept spilling out of her mouth against her will. Was she this man’s fuck buddy? Maybe. She couldn’t think of anything good, even though she didn’t know her identity. This man was that kind of man.
Her body craved his cock so much it made her sick. Quickly, quickly, more, more, fill me up.
“C-cum, cum inside, quickly, ah-ahh! Ah!”
“Don’t want doggy style? You like sucking my cock with your ass up, right?”
“Ung, ahh.”
“Look, I’ll fuck you from behind, no one’s gonna take your tits away, so just leave them.”
As she tore at her breasts, unable to suppress her orgasms, he licked her large breasts and coaxed her. The woman who was watching their filthy sex asked, humming.
“Can I join?”
“Fuck off. Why are you here?”
“I heard you were here, so I thought I’d stop by. You’re fucking so good. Can you fuck me too? I’m on birth control. You can cum inside.”
“Go away. You’re ruining my mood.”
“Fucking asshole. I’m leaving. Ah, I’m wet. It’s your fault.”
The woman didn’t leave and kept watching their sex. Someone was watching, watching her greedily suck on Kim Jong-seop’s cock, watching this filthy, messy act, but her excitement didn’t subside. In fact, the look in her eyes made her even more aroused.
The fact that someone was watching made her heart burn like a fire. This sex was so good, she was going crazy.
It was an unthinkable thought in her right mind. Her head hurt. Her vision was spinning, her stomach was churning.
Her rationality was gone, leaving only her primal desires. She felt like a wild beast rolling in a field, a beast driven mad by copulation, abandoning its humanity. Yet, she was asking for doggy style, moving her hips to change positions.
As she tried to get up, her juices shot out again. At the same time, he pulled his cock out. As the meat injection, which had been nestled in her deep womb like it was hatching an egg, was pulled out, her raw vagina burned. The cock, with dragon scales engraved all over it, stood erect, its head raised. The crown of its glans seemed to spread wider, showing off its majesty. The muscular dragon looked like it was about to ascend to heaven.
“Hoo... ah, fuck. I’m going crazy, ah.”
His voice, hoarse and exhausted, leaked from his lips. A voice that couldn’t resist the encroaching desire.
He grabbed his huge cock and aimed, then the dragon’s mouth began to spray transparent liquid.
“Ah, heu-eut, hoo.”
The seductive man’s deep moans whipped her into an endless orgasm.
Just as her excitement subsided, the amber stream continued to flow. The relentless stream of piss hit her breasts and grazed her cheek.
At the same time as Kim Jong-seop, she spread her legs and peed. The drug had taken away all her shame. Such petty emotions were a luxury. Shame, humiliation, and self-loathing were all denied.
Soon, the two streams met in midair, splashing droplets everywhere, showing off their power.
The intertwined streams of piss, as if boasting about their thickness, shot out and formed a magnificent fountain. The relentless streams splashed and soaked the couch.
Song-ah, still leaking, lifted her hips and took the doggy position. She even grabbed his thigh, afraid his cock might move away, a crazy act she wouldn’t have done in her right mind.
“I’ll fuck you until my balls are empty, so what’s the worry?”
His balls pumped like a heart, as if they were just getting started. It’s a relief. I can still eat more, more, a lot more. She nodded like a crazy woman, satisfied. I’m going to eat it all. Her brain was filled with that thought, regardless of her will, and her throat ached from swallowing the surging emotions.
She welcomed the meat stake thrust into her from behind with joy. She didn’t hesitate to move her body back and forth, asking him to go deeper.
Her body and mind, a mess, felt like they had fallen into a deep well.
She saw the woman, who had been watching them with blank eyes, finally leave.
She couldn’t forget the woman’s eyes looking at her disgraceful state.
Jong-seop, who had tightly wrapped his arms around Song-ah, who had finally fainted, carried her out of the office. As they left the confined space, it was already dawn. Choi Si-baek’s seat was empty, he must have left sometime ago.
“Yoon-do. Bring me everything from Yoon Hyung-woo’s cock, even the smegma. Don’t miss a single hair.”
“Yes?”
“You fucking bastard, if you say ‘yes?’ one more time, we’re gonna have a real problem. Send someone who can understand me quickly, not someone with a cock shoved in their ear, making me repeat myself. Geon-ju sent you, didn’t he?”
“I’m sorry, boss. I’ll be ready.”
“Get everything ready for me to see as soon as I get back. I’ll be busy this afternoon with the big boss’s business trip schedule.” He carried Song-ah and immediately got into the back seat of the car.
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Song-ah barely opened her sticky eyes.
Her body felt strange. As if she had suffered from a high fever for three days and nights, her body was heavy and her head was dizzy.
Where was she? Was this home? Pure white bedding and a thick hotel mattress bed, but it didn’t seem like a hotel room either.
Which hotel would have an interior designed only in black and white tones?
She couldn’t even clearly remember her last memory. She remembered being dragged into a room by Kim Jong-seop and seeing a strange woman there...
“Ah...”
She held her head and tried to regulate her irregular breathing.
‘Just try to endure it. If you can, I’ll finish this, just like you asked.’
Right. He had said that. And then, again and again...
Her memories were disjointed, not connected, but simply listed in parallel.
‘Ahh! Hot, ahh! Ah! Cock, more, more, uh! Ah! Cock, ah-heueuh!’
Filling the gaps in her memory were obscene moans and pleas.
Her body, beyond her will and control, writhed as if it would die without Kim Jong-seop’s cock.
So, was their relationship really over now? Was it cleanly settled? Because she had endured it?
Was this enduring it? Cleanly? She let out a hollow laugh.
Kim Jong-seop’s terrifying face as he dragged her out of the hotel, the horrific and unspeakable scenes of being forced by him while completely out of her mind. Song-ah shook her head. No more thinking about it. Don’t amplify the pain and let it consume her.
Her body smelled of an unfamiliar shower gel, as if she had been washed and cleaned up. Looking down at a shower gown that wasn’t hers, Song-ah found clothes only after leaving the room. Several pieces of clothing were neatly arranged on the living room table. The size, design, and style were women’s clothes, but she had never seen them before. Untagged clothes from a famous brand were displayed as if they were exhibits.
There were clues everywhere that made it easy to guess where she was without asking.
Kim Jong-seop’s perfume scent, a familiar lighter on the table, a tie left on the sofa as if he had left in a hurry. The owner’s belongings were everywhere, but the owner himself was nowhere to be seen.
If he was in the bathroom... that would be a relief. If he was out, that would be a godsend.
Without properly looking at the clothes, she grabbed some and left the house. She couldn’t find her phone anywhere. It was probably in Kim Jong-seop’s hands, in the room salon, or in Kim Jong-seop’s house where she had just left. She didn’t want to check any of those places.
Alright, forget about that phone. Consider it gone.
Song-ah barely held onto her sanity and walked.
Her mind was surprisingly empty. If there had been a way out, she would have had all sorts of thoughts, but extreme situations with no possibility of resolution tended to simplify people.
There was no point in thinking, so she felt more dazed. Lately, the time she spent with a hazy mind had become longer, as if she had sold a piece of her sanity. Without rational thinking, her mind felt stiff. Blankly, she climbed the stairs and saw a familiar figure sitting on the second-floor stairs.
“Ah...”
Sitting there with an equally complicated expression was Jin-han, the owner of the second-floor house.
It was the first time Jin-han had just stared at her without expressing any emotion, without asking if she had eaten or what she was doing today.
“Ah, I’m sorry I couldn’t keep our promise yesterday. I had some... circumstances.”
She kept apologizing to him, as her situation kept getting worse.
As she held her forehead and tried to find the right words, he came down a few steps and stood in front of her.
“Were you with your uncle?”
“...Jin-han oppa.”
Her body slumped, unable to find an excuse, she hesitated, and then his hand reached for her neck. He slightly lowered the collar of her blouse, and she was speechless, her lips moving without sound. Only then did she realize what his sigh meant.
There were bruise marks, no, kiss marks, near her neck. She gave up trying to hide them and faced him.
“This is from your uncle, isn’t it?”
“......”
“Do you and your uncle like each other? Then I’ll just give up on you cleanly. But why do I feel like that’s not it? I know Jong-seop’s uncle, and I don’t think you’re having a normal relationship with him...”
He couldn’t continue and took a breath.
“Tell me. Do you really like your uncle? Is that it?”
“Does that matter?”
She was tired of everything. She was tired of thinking about what answer would hurt him and herself the least. Everything.
“Song-ah, you.”
Jin-han grabbed her seemingly fragile shoulders.
“Nothing matters to me anymore. Nothing...”
She mumbled like a lost soul. Jin-han’s gaze on her was complex.
“What happened? What happened?”
“...Nothing much.”
“Tell me. Maybe I can help. Why don’t you try to lean on me? I want to help if I can.”
“I was just wondering if there’s anything I can do according to my own will.”
“If you need me, Song-ah, anytime, no, ha...”
“......”
“If you want to run away, tell me. I don’t care as long as you’re okay.”
She was exhausted from being controlled by both Yoon Hyung-woo and Jong-seop.
She couldn’t trust Kim Jong-seop, but she hated being dragged away by Yoon Hyung-woo even more. A dilemma. She couldn’t see what was ahead, but maybe Jin-han could be a temporary escape.
She hesitated, wondering if she could rely on him, who was showing pure goodwill, if she could take his hand.
She was worried that Jin-han might suffer if he got involved with her. But at the same time, she wanted to stop worrying about anyone else. She wanted to be selfish and cowardly, just to protect herself. But her nature didn’t change easily.
She was always filled with worries and concerns, making it difficult to choose.
Just this once, could she make a decision according to her own will? Was that okay?
It wasn’t something grand, just a need for a place to breathe. Choosing even that small thing was difficult for her.
‘It’s your fault. Because of you. You brought this on yourself by not behaving properly.’
She shut her eyes, trying to shake off the reverberating voice of Yoon Hyung-woo.
The fear that others might have to pay the price for her choices had driven her to this point.
Kim Jong-seop. If she went home now, he would surely come looking for her. She couldn’t predict his next move anymore. Just thinking about him left her at a loss for what to do. She needed time—quiet, uninterrupted time—to think. Though she doubted clear answers would come even with reflection, she craved silence now more than ever. A silence that felt like an unattainable luxury.
“Do you want to go see the ocean?”
Anywhere but here. Anywhere to escape this suffocating place. She wouldn’t deny it—she wanted to run. She wasn’t impulsive or spontaneous by nature; in fact, she was quite the opposite. But all the careful plans she had painstakingly built up over time had collapsed like a sandcastle in a storm. Now, nothing seemed to hold meaning anymore. So what if she ran? What did it matter?
Couldn’t she just do as she pleased this one time? Just this once?
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Come with me. Jin-han whispered softly, extending his hand.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t hesitate to take it.
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