PMN - 3

03. 욕패도 (Yokpaedo) (欲敗度 (Desire): lit. “Desire destroys propriety,” meaning excessive lust destroys rules and etiquette)

Song-ah rummaged through the jumbled mess of clothes in her suitcase and pulled out a handful.

The first thing she wanted to do upon becoming an adult was move out. It was a plan she had been contemplating for a long time, and it was at the top of her priority list among many others. But she never expected it to happen like this.

After impulsively leaving home, a sense of helplessness began to creep in. She was seriously considering checking into a hotel when Jin-han happened to mention that the apartment upstairs had just become vacant after someone moved out a few days ago. He suggested she stay there temporarily. He mentioned that some people from the real estate agency had visited a few times but hadn’t finalized any contracts yet, so the place was still empty. Since it was a newly built building, the deposit was higher than expected, but the monthly rent was relatively low, and the unit itself was decent.

For the price, the two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment felt like a steal compared to current market rates. The space was spacious and clean. If this was the kind of place where Jin-han, who was rumored to live comfortably as a student, resided, then it was more than livable. Given her financial situation, it felt like a godsend.

The wads of cash Yoon Hyung-woo had thrown at her over the years—ostensibly to keep her quiet—went straight into the security deposit for this place. That’s what she had painstakingly saved up for, bit by bit, while waiting for the day she could finally leave, holding her breath and grinding her teeth in anticipation.

Though she hadn’t fully processed the fact that she had secured a place so easily, she started unpacking her things one by one. That’s when Chul-woo dropped by. “So you’ve finally done it,” he said proudly, puffing away on his cigarette. He wandered around, inspecting the apartment, flipping through the books and workbooks she was in the middle of organizing.

“Hey, don’t smoke inside.”

“How’s your wrist? Looks like it left a scar.”

“It’s fine now. Aren’t you supposed to be at your part-time job? I have to go to the prep school.”

“You already registered for the prep school?”

“Yeah. You should stop coming to see me like this—it’ll make your girlfriend mad. I hate being misunderstood like that. That’s why I try not to meet with you alone whenever possible.”

“Since when do I need permission to hang out with my bro? I’m not staying long—just popping by to say hi.”

“Well, don’t blame me if you get dumped. I told you not to come.”

Whether it was frustration about having to leave for college far away or something else, Chul-woo kept sighing deeply.

“I’m stuck in this place for a whole year while you’re off going to school.”

“But you’re smart—you always get good grades. Me? I’m stuck moving to some remote area, leaving behind my family. How am I supposed to handle this exile crap?”

Thinking he could study hard enough to get into Seoul was ambitious, but Song-ah silently focused on finishing her unpacking. Still, having Chul-woo chatter away like this helped ease some of the anxiety and intrusive thoughts swirling in her mind.

“What about your engineering girlfriend?”

“We’ll have to do long-distance.”

“Then why don’t you retake the exam too?”

“Do you think my brain works like yours, where the effort I put in matches the results I get? If that were the case, I would’ve done it already. But nope. You know how obsessed my mom is with grades. If I spend another year studying, I might suffocate before my life even begins.”

“You’re such a braggart.”

“But seriously, are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“All those months during winter break when you were unreachable. Was it because of your grandfather?”

“…I got into a big accident, remember?”

“That wasn’t entirely your fault. Fine, let’s say that’s settled. But does that mean you’re safe now that you’ve moved out?”

“When did I ever tell anyone I was leaving? I’m just trying not to think about it right now.”

Chul-woo exhaled a sigh that seemed to mirror her own confusion. His expression suggested he didn’t want to push further.

“Hey, walk me to the subway station.”

“Am I your babysitter?”

“Is this how you treat a guest who came for a housewarming? What a jerk.”

What a ridiculous range of complaints—he’d thrown a fit earlier, saying he’d cut ties with her if she didn’t tell him where she lived.

In the end, she abandoned her unpacking, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door with him. From downstairs, she heard rustling sounds. Jin-han appeared, holding a garbage bag, clearly waiting for her. There was no mistaking the look on his face—it was obvious he had been keeping an eye out for her. Their eyes met as he peeked over the railing between the stairs.

Jin-han’s face turned ashen the moment he spotted Chul-woo.

“You look familiar. Hae Hyun High School?”

Chul-woo barely nodded, giving a curt chin lift before brushing past Jin-han without a word. Men and their pride—it was both understandable and baffling.

“Yoon Song-ah.”

“I’m heading to the prep school. I’ll drop you off and come back.”

Explaining the situation to Jin-han would only provoke Chul-woo, who was glaring daggers at them.

As they stepped out of the building, Chul-woo erupted. “What the hell is that bastard doing here?” Swearing under his breath, his words spilled out like a broken faucet. Listening to his vulgar tirade reminded her of someone else.

“I’ve seen someone who swears better than you. Half the time, I don’t even know what they’re saying.”

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

“It just happened. He helped me find this place, and I moved in. That’s all. Why do you hate Jin-han so much anyway?”

“‘Oppa’? Please. Since when have you two been so close?”

“We’re not. Things just worked out this way. That’s it.”

It was the truth—plain and simple, with nothing added or omitted. There was nothing significant between her and Jin-han.

“I hate rich people, I hate pretty boys, and I especially hate his family. They’re trash. Gangsters are involved with them—how normal could he be? Trust me, you’re better off not getting tangled up with him. Men understand these things.”

Though she knew he wasn’t referring to her own family, Song-ah couldn’t help but feel bitter. Her family wasn’t exactly clean either, and she had faced plenty of judgment because of it.

She understood. After years of dealing with this, she recognized it as a form of victim mentality. Her defensive attitude always had excuses rooted in her painful past—her difficult school years were scars she couldn’t wash away.

“Sure, you understand so well.”

“All the handsome ones should be strung up somewhere. They’re nothing but trouble.”

His brutally honest words were almost endearing. If good looks were the sole reason for disliking someone, she wondered what he’d say if he met Kim Jong-seop—the ultimate pretty boy with a monstrous personality. He’d probably faint from shock.

Why Kim Jong-seop suddenly crossed her mind, she didn’t know. The image of him lingered vividly in her thoughts. His beastly physique, his inhumane behavior—nothing about him was ordinary. Even brushing past him felt like inviting bruises. Though she didn’t show it, the mental impact of their encounter still lingered.

There were indeed many kinds of people in the world. Until now, she had thought Yoon Hyung-woo was the strangest person she knew, but perhaps the world she had experienced was just a tiny well.

It had been a horrific household.

“Don’t even think about doing anything reckless with that guy.”

“What do you mean by ‘reckless’?”

“Anything that requires a condom.”

“…Just go to your part-time job.”

She almost smacked him on the back but stopped herself. He was practically begging for a beating. As he ran into the subway station, yelling that he was late for work, she watched his retreating figure. Turning around, she saw Jin-han approaching from afar. The sight of him wearing a backpack looked oddly awkward.

“Let’s go to the prep school.”

In his hand was a white muffler. It looked familiar—it was the one she had dropped on the ground when she left home. She didn’t know when he had picked it up and washed it, but it smelled faintly of fabric softener—a fresh, spring-like scent despite the lingering chill of winter.

Without hiding his intentions, Jin-han silently wrapped the muffler around her neck and grinned brightly.

For a fleeting moment, she saw a resemblance in his upturned eyes. Kim Jong-seop.

Right now, it wasn’t Kim Jin-han she needed—it was Kim Jong-seop.

But she lacked the courage to face him again. If Chul-woo heard about it, he’d mock her endlessly, saying, “Even the great Yoon Song-ah gets scared sometimes.” And honestly, he wouldn’t be wrong.

Song-ah gripped her bag tightly.

Jong-seop stared down at the man mumbling incoherently, his speech distorted by the gaps where teeth used to be. Every cough sent bits of blood and fragments of pulled teeth scattering across the cement floor. The tools he had used weren’t ideal. Grabbing whatever was at hand, he had pried open the pliers and yanked out the teeth one by one. Now, dissatisfied with how messy the process had been, he tossed the rusted pliers onto the ground with a clatter.

“Our little bastard is still silent, huh? Is it because of the tooth extraction? Not like you were talking much before anyway.”

He tapped the man’s cheek lightly, but the man kept his head bowed, refusing to speak. Stubborn loyalty was useless when it only hastened one’s demise. This frail shell of a body couldn’t possibly contain the weight of such resolve. Sometimes, having too much of something becomes a curse rather than a blessing when one can’t bear the burden. Right now, that misfortune had fallen squarely on this poor soul.

“Choi Section Chief, what have you been doing since earlier? Did you come to the library?”

The guy in front of him was crawling on the floor, his gums torn and his bones exposed, while Choi Si-baek was leisurely flipping through stacks of paper. He glanced sideways at him, and Jong-seop suddenly craved a cigarette.

“We haven’t even interrogated Dae-myung yet, how can you tear his gums like that? Can’t you control yourself?”

“You’re so damn negative. You’re always like that, you know?”

Ah, that line just now sounded like he was having a damn romance with that guy.

Jong-seop shuddered and suddenly thought of Yoon Hyung-woo. Could Yoon Hyung-woo be doing this kind of thing and fucking guys with dicks?

Regardless of his own sexual preferences, he respected pansexual and bisexual love. Respect, my ass. He didn’t think he’d ever use the word respect again in his life, but if he had to, that was it. That much was clear.

He didn’t think anything of it and wasn’t uncomfortable even if someone openly revealed their sexual preferences.

If they were moved and turned on, they could have platonic or sexual relationships. Since they were all in the same category of animals, gender was just one of many options when humans exchanged dicks and holes. Just like he was more turned on by dark brown pussy than pink pussy. He didn’t have any prejudices or hesitations in that regard. He was the type to embrace all kinds of relationships and sex with an open mind, but for some reason, Yoon Hyung-woo bothered him.

It wasn’t just a matter of him having different sexual preferences. There was something about him that made people uneasy. He knew he was a shady guy, but it was something else.

That uniform. Yes, that uniform. Yoon Hyung-woo’s only granddaughter.

Her face, wrapped in a white muffler, was unusually pale. It was like a white, soft tofu floating around, and her face reminded him of a smooth, white peach. Inappropriately, it reminded him of the pink-tinged fruit skin that Choi Si-baek liked. When peeled, it had a soft, white flesh inside. Or maybe it was that mochi or rice cake that Sera liked to eat.

Her snow-white arms, moist eyes, delicate neck, and thick, red lips spread like cherry blossoms. A flower that his young sister-in-law, who used to follow his brother around, liked. Inappropriately, he was sitting there making sentimental comparisons, damn it.

He remembered her body, with her uniform shirt bursting at the seams because of her large breasts, the buttons about to pop off. He had slept with all kinds of women, but he had never seen a face like that with tits like that. Even though she was wearing a shirt, he could roughly tell, having been in the business for years. Ah, damn it, he was getting hard.

It would be crazy not to get hard when seeing something delicious. He wasn’t short on women, and he didn’t have such simple tastes that he’d go crazy over a young girl. But the problem was that the kid didn’t have a kid’s body.

But he thought he had seen her somewhere before. That’s why he thought she looked familiar when he saw her at Yoon Hyung-woo’s office. Where had he seen her? It wasn’t a face that was easy to forget. And even less so those tits that were even harder to forget.

“Damn it, how long has it been since I stopped taking aphrodisiacs? Has my brain degenerated? Did my head fill up with marbles from watching too much porn?”

That was a possibility. But was it possible that his head, which had been fine even after taking a lot of date rape drugs, suddenly rotted because of porn?

“Choi Section Chief, does your head rot if you watch a lot of porn?”

“Are you talking nonsense right now? If that guy dies, you’re going to revive him. You pulled it out so crudely.”

“Then what do you want me to do? Put it back on? Yoon-do, bring me some glue.”

“Yes, boss.”

“But will it stick to his mouth if we glue it? Just bring it.”

Si-baek sighed as if he was doing something useless and put down the stack of documents. He was displeased. Our damn bastard.

“That’s enough. He can’t open his mouth anyway. There are plenty of other guys who will talk, so let’s just bury it for now.”

The man, who had raised his head at the mention of killing him, shook his head. His Achilles tendon, which had been cut just enough to keep him from dying, was covered in blood. He became desperate, realizing that Choi Si-baek’s words about cutting off his head were not empty threats. He was struggling to get on a bus that had already left, but Choi Si-baek kicked away the platform and dusted off his clothes.

“Boss, I have an afternoon schedule, so I’ll go first. Take care of the cleanup.”

“That bastard always makes me feel like shit when he gives orders. He doesn’t even pretend to listen, damn it.”

“Boss, what should we do with this guy?”

“Call Choi Sera.”

“Yes?”

“Are your ears plugged? Call that bitch, you old man.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Looks like you’re starting to get high on drugs too.”

Jong-seop took out a cigarette, put it between his teeth, and slumped into a chair. The feeling of cigarette smoke seeping into his stuffy brain and sweeping through his lungs was familiar and even more desperate. It briefly lifted the feeling of being thrown to the ground by a hair. He felt like shit for no reason. When he felt vaguely like shit, sex was the best thing. He unzipped his pants and opened his fly, and his dick, which was full in his underwear, revealed its presence, sticking out between the opening.

Every woman he had fucked had struggled with it. His bladder, unable to withstand the thick girth of his dick, was crushed against his dick, and his urethra squirted urine. Every time he thrust upwards, her pussy squirted like a fountain, it was no different from having sex in the shower.

When he put out his third cigarette, the smell of cosmetics suddenly covered the stench of blood.

“Oppa, why did you call me? Sex?”

Well, he didn’t have any other reason to call her. But when she saw him, she immediately pulled down her bra and dangled her two breasts, leaving him speechless and just staring at her. You’re really something.

“...Uh, not me.”

“Then?”

“Give this old man a good blowjob. He should at least cum once before he dies, don’t you think?”

He gestured towards the man rolling on the floor, and she frowned and looked at him.

“Oh, what is it? Is that why you called me? What’s the pay?”

“Just suck it first. When have I ever skimped on your payment?”

“But is this oppa going to die soon? He looks a bit...”

“So give him a good one. It’s his last shot before he dies.”

“Oppa, you have such bad taste. Does this turn you on?”

“If you just shut your mouth.”

The man’s pants were already off, and as she pulled down the last remaining pair of briefs, she tilted her head with an expression of complete incomprehension.

“You’re really mean. Why are you being so kind when you’re going to kill him?”

“What kindness? It’s just a live-action porn.”

“I knew it. You’re just doing it for your own pleasure. You really have unique tastes. Why do you call people to watch others fuck?”

“It helps when I feel like shit.”

“...You’re not normal.”

You’re so normal. Jong-seop scoffed and took out another cigarette. It was a chain-smoking day today.

“So do a good job. People spend money to hold a shamanic ritual for someone to go to paradise before they die, how hard is it to give him a blowjob?”

“Well, seeing this oppa, dying from over-sex might be a better death for him right now.”

“You’re so confident?”

“What are you asking? It’s me.”

“Bullshit. You’re not that good.”

The woman, who was stroking the dick that was outlined through his underwear to warm it up, licked her lips.

“You talk, I’ll suck, damn it.”

“You told me to shut up and suck.”

“Alright, alright. You crazy bitch, you’re so tight.”

She pulled down his underwear completely and touched his dick, which had shrunk in fear, and made a short sound of “hmm.”

“His dick is small. But I’m getting turned on because oppa is watching. Should I suck this guy’s dick while handling yours too?”

“Don’t tempt me. I have someone.”

It was just a joke, but she seemed disappointed. It was funny in the midst of it all. A bar girl who goes on business trips for sex with money was interested in someone else’s relationship.

“Who? Oppa, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Anyway, it’s not you.”

“Well, it’s probably just a fuck buddy.”

That was a surprisingly astute conclusion. Even if she only knew how to suck dick, she wasn’t completely brainless.

She was so sure about it, and he couldn’t deny it since it wasn’t wrong. Not that he wanted to.

“But why do you feel like shit?”

“Well, because you opened your mouth?”

As if realizing she had asked a stupid question, the woman turned her head away. She knew that he wouldn’t respond even if she talked more, so she focused on the man lying down. She should have done that from the start.

The woman, licking the shriveled dick, her tongue tracing the tightly curled glans, then sucking wetly, deliberately made loud, wet sounds. She had learned through experience how to make the sounds of her saliva sexy, licking, sucking, and pulling with relish.

This was why he trusted and used professionals. Experience and years of practice couldn’t be ignored. Her skilled tongue moved like a tentacle.

The dick, which had been shriveled and pathetic, quickly perked up, ready to fire, surprisingly lively for a dying man.

Then again, even old men on their deathbeds were busy impregnating women, so a man in his fifties was in his prime. What did getting his head chopped off matter when he was fucking?

“Chuuh, uh-huh, oppa, should I suck his balls too?”

“Do a good job. Think of it as a pre-burial ritual.”

“What kind of burial ritual involves sucking balls?”

“Shut up and suck the balls. You, hold his legs.”

At his command, Yoon-do grabbed the man’s legs, which were scattered on the floor, and lifted them up, exposing his ass to the woman. She squeezed past the pitifully closed asshole, rolled his balls around, and finally moved up to suck his glans, the final destination. After spending a long time coating it with saliva, the woman narrowed her eyes and asked him. Her eyelashes, moist with heat, blinked as she looked up at him, proving that her claim of being turned on by his presence wasn’t bullshit. Jong-seop looked down at her without any particular feeling.

“Uh-huh, ah-ah, oppa, should I give him a facial or a body shot?”

“Eat it with your pussy.”

“Double, you know?”

Jong-seop, who had been watching the fellatio, put his hand in his pocket and took out his phone. The culprit behind the vibration was his nephew.

To facilitate smooth insertion, Yoon-do threw the man’s legs back down.

The woman sat down as if she was peeing in a urinal, pulled her panties to the side, and pushed the small dick into her pussy to receive the semen.

“Why aren’t you moaning more sexily? Didn’t you want to get paid?”

“Uhh, I am moaning, you crazy bastard. Ah-ah! Haa-aang!”

“You have no manners.”

The woman, who had been shaking her hips and squeezing out the dick milk, spread her pussy with her fingers to see how much he had cum.

“Ugh, kek.”

“Ah-ah, ah, oppa. Jong-seop oppa.”

“Who said you could call me oppa? I didn’t give you permission.”

She was eating another dick but calling his name. She was using him as a side dish without permission. He almost slapped her but stopped himself.

The man, who had planted his seed generously and enjoyed his last supper before dying, let out a satisfied moan.

The woman, who stood up awkwardly, spread her pussy, and wiped the messy semen with a tissue, looked bored.

Jong-seop, who had closed the window with Jin-han’s message, put out his cigarette.

“Go home. The sex fee will be deducted from your debt.”

“I knew it! You gangster bastard!”

“Yeah, thanks for the well wishes. Be careful on your way home.”

Jong-seop, who winked nonchalantly at the frustrated woman, took out some taxi fare from his wallet and tucked it into her bra strap, which had ridden up.

“If you go out like that, some other guy will think you’re free food and fuck you.”

He left the warehouse and got into the back seat of the car that Yoon-do had waiting.

“Clean up properly. Even though it was a rat’s dick, it was still lively. Even if you cut it off, make sure you clean up the dick properly. Damn, I’m so kind.”

“Yes, boss. I’ll take care of it and go.”

Jong-seop sank into the seat indifferently and fondled his dick. As big as his body was, his hands, feet, and dick were also big. Even with his big hands, he couldn’t fully grasp the thick dick. It was so big that he couldn’t grab it all at once to stroke it, which was also difficult.

More than anything, he didn’t find it appealing or fun to jerk off alone. He got bored easily and didn’t hold on to women he slept with for long, so there was no one he particularly wanted to think about. Had he lived too stimulating a life? He wasn’t particularly excited by any kind of sex anymore. Unless a bigger stimulus hit him.

He was bored. Ridiculously so.

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Song-ah began sorting through the remaining belongings as soon as she returned from her academy.

“Uh….”

Jin-han, who had casually wandered in and was looking around the house, unnerved her. She didn’t like inviting people over, especially since there wasn’t even a single picture frame hanging on the walls. The room felt empty and barren. With only a mattress lying on the floor without a bed frame, it was hardly presentable for guests. Sure, Chul-woo was a childhood friend she’d grown up with, but even then, she never let him into her home freely.

Growing up in an unstable household had left her with a lingering discomfort about showing her home to others—a subtle trauma that stuck with her.

“What’s with all these checkerboard patterns? Do you even play chess? I noticed your sneakers have that pattern too. And your bag as well.”

“Just for decoration... Hey, can you leave now? I haven’t finished cleaning, and I’m not comfortable having people over.”

“You’re so blunt, seriously. You don’t know how to sugarcoat things at all. By the way, didn’t Yang Chul-woo come here before?”

“Chul-woo is different; we’ve known each other for six years.”

“So, do I need to wait six years to hang out here? That’s way too long.”

Tsk. Jin-han reluctantly headed toward the door, still wandering around the living room. Suddenly, he turned back, and his face was so close it startled her.

“So, are you saying you’re being cautious because I’m not just a friend, but a man?”

How could he twist her words like that? Men always seemed to jump to their own conclusions—such simple creatures.

“...Good night.”

“Not that kind of greeting for an old man. Don’t you have anything else?”

“...Sweet dreams.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop talking. Got it, I’ll dream of you.”

As Jin-han silently chuckled and opened the front door, it creaked loudly and swung open wide. A group of men standing outside suddenly barged in. They entered the freshly cleaned living room with their shoes still on, trampling everything in sight. Their familiar deck shoes were unmistakable, faces she had seen countless times before: meticulously groomed eyebrows, overly polished skin, eyes sharp and slitted like a snake’s tongue.

Caught up in the sudden flood of intruders, Jin-han instinctively stepped forward to protect her.

“What the hell? Who are these guys?”

“Did you find a new boyfriend already after running away? Quick work, as expected. Step aside, kid.”

Sang-heon shoved Jin-han’s head aside and immediately grabbed Song-ah by the chin. What was going on? While living with Yoon Hyung-woo, Sang-heon had occasionally made advances toward her, but never this aggressively. She assumed it was due to the dynamics between her and Hyung-woo. Though they appeared to be equals in their romantic relationship, in reality, it was more of a hierarchical power dynamic.

Jin-han lunged at Sang-heon but was quickly subdued by the other men who had stormed in. Despite his resistance, he was effortlessly overpowered and thrown to the ground.

“What’s going on?”

“Tch. I couldn’t stand it anymore—I’ve been dying to get a taste of you ever since I heard you ran off. Damn, I was so careful not to touch you because of that old geezer, worried I might lose my cash cow. But hey, did you know something? When I was with Hyung-woo, right at the peak, guess whose name slipped out? Yeah, yours. Can you believe that?”

The man smirked faintly, seemingly amused by his own slip-up.

“Now what are you going to do? Hyung-woo’s losing his mind looking for you. So I told him you seduced me and that I couldn’t resist. I even said it was better than when I was with the old man.”

“So what do you want from me now?”

“Well, if tonight goes well and it turns out to be even better, then my story becomes true, doesn’t it? I even brought some guys along to make sure you’re satisfied tonight, sweetheart.”

“If she gets pregnant, we won’t even know whose it is, will we?”

One of the men had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection.

These deranged men laughed raucously at their crude jokes, while her gaze drifted to the wide-open front door.

“You bastards. Lay a finger on Song-ah, and I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Where’d you find this stray dog? If you’re going to pick someone up, at least choose someone decent. Disappointing. What are you doing with a kid like this, Song-ah? With your looks and body, you could easily land someone much better. Is this guy really worth it?”

The man’s rage seemed irrational, almost unhinged. It was as though he blamed her for ruining his golden goose. He must have thought she was the reason he lost control and called out her name during his climax—a dirty, insignificant reason.

“I think shoving my dick down your throat might be the only thing that’ll calm me down, Song-ah. Hyung-woo sucked me off nicely, but damn, what does that make us? Brothers-in-law? No, not quite. Shit, what do you even call this?”

Jin-han tried to lunge again but was kicked down. Sang-heon found the whole scene amusing, laughing hysterically as he clutched his stomach.

Even the lowest-ranking thugs in the gambling ring weren’t pushovers. These were men far beyond what a mere 21-year-old could handle.

She had left that house to escape this very situation, but running away like a child was nothing more than a temporary escape. No matter where she went, her body remained trapped in the same place.

There was nothing she could do. Just like then, there was still nothing she could do now. Nothing had changed. As long as she lived, as long as Yoon Hyung-woo existed, the world wouldn’t change no matter where she went.

“Fucking bastards.”

“Damn, I wanted to fuck you, but I had to be careful because of the old man. I’ve been so hard thinking about it.”

The men leaning against the doorway kept the door slightly ajar, taunting her with false hope. Even if she managed to escape through that gap, where could she go? How long could she last? It was like pissing on frostbitten feet—temporary relief at best.

With no answers and no clear path forward, she decided to run again.

Because she had no other choice.

If she ran, maybe she could call 112 and save Jin-han, or at least protect herself somehow.

Summoning whatever strength she had left, she pushed through the gap in the door. Her neck was grabbed, but she flailed wildly like a madwoman and broke free.

“Hey, catch her!”

Sang-heon, who knew better than anyone that she had nowhere to go, didn’t rush. It was sad, but true. As she ran toward the second floor, a familiar figure stood in front of the door. A tall man in a black shirt, hands casually stuffed into his pockets, stood there like a statue.

Kim Jong-seop.

She stumbled toward him and grabbed one of his arms. Kim Jong-seop looked down at her with a puzzled expression, unsure of what was happening. Even as she shook him desperately, his hands remained in his pockets, unmoving.

“What is it?”

“Please help me…”

“Song-ah!”

Jin-han, who had followed her downstairs, was kicked hard in the back and sent tumbling down the stairs. He collapsed at the bottom, unconscious. Despite seeing his nephew beaten, Kim Jong-seop stood there like an immovable pine tree, watching indifferently.

Sang-heon descended leisurely, spotting Kim Jong-seop. Without realizing it, Song-ah clutched his arm tightly.

“What? Another guy you know? Damn, Song-ah, you sure know a lot of men. Then again, you are Yoon Hyung-woo’s bloodline—what did you expect?”

It felt like grabbing onto a single rope dangling over a cliff. Was Kim Jong-seop really pretending not to recognize her? She tried to hide behind him, but he pushed her hand away and turned slightly, leaving her in shock and hyperventilating.

“Excuse me, do you know this girl?”

“Well, I suppose I do.”

Kim Jong-seop raised his hands slightly, smirking as if the situation amused him. Was he mocking her? His demeanor was so unlike what she had seen before—it was hard to believe it was the same person. Was he deliberately toying with her? It didn’t take long for her suspicions to solidify.

“I may not know her, but why are you being so familiar?”

“What’s it to you? If you don’t know her, don’t bother getting involved and just leave. I don’t want to drag unrelated people into this mess.”

“What should I do, then? You’re telling me to leave?”

Still smirking, Kim Jong-seop looked down at her and asked. She shook her head. Please, no. The memory of narrowly escaping Sang-heon’s grasp during her freshman winter break resurfaced, making her dizzy. That memory still gnawed at her heart like mold, burrowing into her mind like a worm.

“Please... please help me.”

“Huh? Why should I?”

Even in this dire situation, his tone was casual, almost indifferent. The way he genuinely questioned why he should help her made her insides burn with despair.

This man, who looked at her as if he had no concept of helping someone in danger—or perhaps truly didn’t understand—was closer to taking lives than saving them. It was hopeless. Escaping one predator only to encounter an even larger, more ruthless beast felt like jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“Please….”

“If you hold my hand now, does that mean I get what I want?”

He tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

What he wanted.

Even in this dire situation, she found herself recalling the words he had spoken before. It was the only way she could think of to sway him, and she realized it immediately.

“Pretty girl. If you keep giving me everything I want, later on, you might not be able to have kids. Is that okay with you?”

She hadn’t fully understood what he meant when he said it before—she’d left the scene without comprehending it. Or perhaps, deep down, she had some vague idea. She suspected it was related to something sexual, but with no other path ahead besides despair, she couldn’t decide which option was worse.

Both Lee Sang-heon, who had been eyeing her predatorily, and the terrifying Kim Jong-seop loomed over her. She had run barefoot through the streets to escape Sang-heon’s grasp, but neither path offered any real relief. Wherever she went, the road ahead was just another thorn-filled wasteland with nowhere safe to rest.

Her head throbbed, and her stomach churned.

“I understand your life’s been shitty, but why should I help you if you’re unwilling to cooperate?”

Even if she managed to escape Sang-heon, would she ever truly be free from Yoon Hyung-woo’s grip? She was still stuck in the same place—right where she had been during that winter break of her freshman year. She hadn’t moved an inch; she was still trapped in Hyung-woo’s clutches. Running away hadn’t given her freedom; it had only reinforced the invisible thread binding her to him by blood. That thread wouldn’t break unless one of them died.

No matter how much the world crumbled, she didn’t want to let the man who had slept with her grandfather—and roamed the halls of her grandfather’s workplace—force himself on her. Not like this. Not through rape.

“Please help me. I’m begging you.”

She looked up at him, pleading. She had never wanted to beg. For years, she had endured beatings while keeping her head held high, surviving in Hyung-woo’s house. But ultimately, Hyung-woo had stripped her of her pride and dignity, forcing her to abandon everything just to survive. He had made her believe that surrendering her self-respect was the only way to live.

And yet, despite all the misery, she wanted nothing more than to sever every connection to him.

She wanted to cut every tie binding her to that world. Sang-heon was one of the biggest threats among them—a man who frequently had sex with Hyung-woo, often referred to as his lover. Yet whenever he came to her house, he tried to rape her or grope her shamelessly. He knew full well that Hyung-woo would never protect her. Telling Hyung-woo about it would only result in contemptuous looks and slaps across her face.

“Kim... Jong-seop.”

With great effort, she forced her lips to move. Her voice cracked, as though every nerve in her body was snapping at once.

Did he interpret her plea as consent to his earlier cryptic offer? His gaze, fixed on her eyes, felt unnervingly calm. Those pupils resembled a fiery abyss, immeasurably deep and consuming. And yet, they were cold, emotionless. She couldn’t fathom why—or maybe she simply wasn’t meant to.

“What the fuck is this bitch mumbling about?”

Sang-heon lunged toward her, grabbing her shoulder. But in an instant, Kim Jong-seop pulled her close, draping his arm around her shoulders. Until now, he had stood there silently, observing like a detached spectator. But now, his muscular frame shifted smoothly into action, responding to some internal command system. Though his towering height dwarfed her completely, she pressed herself against his broad chest, seeking refuge under its shadow.

Jong-seop flicked Sang-heon’s forehead with the tip of his finger, making him seem even smaller next to his massive presence. In the brutal hierarchy of their world, physical size mattered—a significant advantage. As Song-ah watched Jong-seop’s imposing figure, she felt both fear and a strange sense of relief.

Let me remind you of one thing: at least, at least, he’s a better option than Lee Sang-heon or Yoon Hyung-woo.

Among the many potentially worst-case scenarios, he was the relatively “better” choice she could make.

“Oh, wait—I do know her. Yeah, I remember now.”

“What are you talking about, assholes? Ugh, this bitch is pissing me off. Thanks to Yoon Song-ah, I’ve wasted all my energy today. Seriously, fucking hell, I haven’t had a single peaceful day because of her. Why the fuck are so many men always around her? I told you to leave if you’ve got nothing to do here, didn’t I?”

“Fuck you, you dirty-mouthed bastard. If you don’t shut your trap, you’ll end up with holes in your face and dicks shoved down your throat. Shut up and piss off, old man.”

Sang-heon’s face turned beet red with rage. One of the men accompanying him whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, Sang-heon seemed to realize who Kim Jong-seop was, judging by how quickly he clammed up.

Realizing there was no benefit in tangling with Jong-seop, Sang-heon muttered curses and sighed heavily. After glaring at her for a long moment, he finally turned and walked down the stairs, followed by the others.

It was hard to believe. Was it really that easy? The man who had relentlessly tormented her for so long was gone just like that. Of course, the fear of him returning lingered, but seeing him walk away willingly felt surreal.

Even after the unwelcome guests disappeared, her legs trembled, and she focused on catching her breath.

After a while, she slowly raised her head. Her eyes met Kim Jong-seop’s, who had been watching her the entire time. His irises looked like they had been meticulously painted with dark brown pigment, delicate and almost doll-like. There was a faint mole above his left cheekbone, exuding an oddly sensual charm unlike her own tear-shaped mole. Despite his handsome appearance, his crude language clashed jarringly. She imagined he used those features to seduce women effortlessly.

“Hey there, uniform girl. Long time no see.”

What? Just moments ago, he acted like he didn’t know her.

“You’re such a weirdo.”

His smirk revealed curiosity and intrigue, directed squarely at her.

Who was he kidding? With his towering physique, striking looks, and outrageous behavior, he stood out like a sore thumb from a hundred meters away.

The pressure on her shoulder made her furrow her brows unconsciously. Realizing he was still holding her, she tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip instead. Then, pulling her closer, he spoke in a tone that sent chills down her spine.

“But I’ve got a question for you.”

The playful smile on his lips masked an unpredictable terror—a new kind of fear altogether. While driving Sang-heon away had brought some relief, a different tension settled in. Though the fear remained, the thought of biting her tongue and dying felt less imminent. At least he wasn’t someone who had slept with Hyung-woo. That alone made him marginally better than Sang-heon.

His grip tightened further, pressing their bodies together.

“Why did you ignore me at the bibimbap restaurant?”

She was genuinely surprised by the question. She had assumed he hadn’t recognized her since he hadn’t reacted.

“I figured you wouldn’t recognize me anyway. Besides, we’re not exactly on speaking terms.”

“Do you really think pretending not to know me would work on someone like me?”

She was genuinely curious. What kind of upbringing produced someone like him?

“Why are you always so fixated on people’s chests?”

“That’s the thing—I can’t help but notice. You’re quite unique, after all.”

Despite his crude words, his gaze remained fixed on her face rather than her chest.

He seemed lost in thought.

“Thank you for helping me today.”

“Don’t thank me. You’ll give back whatever I take.”

“What?”

“I told you—I said if you give me what I want, your uterus might get damaged, and you won’t be able to have kids.”

“When did we ever talk about—”

“It doesn’t matter. Maybe your hole will stretch nicely, and things will go smoothly. The problem isn’t getting in—it’s getting out. I’ll try to save your uterus, but I can’t promise anything.”

His grin carried an undertone of cruelty. A pang of regret hit her. Perhaps choosing to endure Sang-heon’s assault would have been the lesser evil. Neither option was truly better than the other. It felt like opening the gates of hell to escape a pit.

She had never entertained romantic notions about losing her virginity to someone she loved. That idea had never crossed her mind. But the thought of having sex with a complete stranger—someone she barely knew, with no emotional connection—had never been part of her plans either.

Living with Hyung-woo, she had always braced herself for the possibility of being raped by one of his lovers someday. It was the darkest, most extreme scenario she had envisioned for her life.

As she reflected, she realized something unsettling about the man before her.

“You’re insane.”

“I know.”

“...Just reminding you, in case you forgot.”

“There’s no chance I’d forget. Enough talking—let’s go. We’ve got work to do, and I need you to conserve your energy. Don’t worry—I’ll keep you busy.”

He winked, as if assuring her not to fret.

“What are you going to put in—”

She understood the meaning as soon as she asked. She instinctively tried to pull away, but her hand was grabbed again before she could resist.

“You seem to be mistaken. This isn’t a proposal, it’s an order.”

The man smiling at her was more sincere than anything in the world.

“I’m not in a superior-subordinate relationship with Mr. Kim Jong-seop.”

“Why not? You are now. Why do you think I saved you? Did I pull you away from that guy just to chat?”

She was so focused on escaping the immediate danger that she didn’t realize the fear that was about to swallow her was lurking right under her nose.

“If you don’t like hierarchical sex, you can act like a lover when I’m fucking you.”

The man spoke as if he was granting a great favor, with not a hint of a joke in his tone.

“Brother-sister play is also good. Do you get excited by siblings? I don’t have a younger sister, so I don’t know.”

He wasn’t in his right mind. And as if that wasn’t enough, he spewed out more crazy things: a twenty-year-old student having an affair with an eighty-year-old man; a married woman having sex with her son’s friend, unaware that her husband had come home; a woman who got pregnant with another man’s child while enjoying swapping.

He mentioned settings that completely disregarded ethics, and it was unclear whether he was trying to tease her or if he was serious. Judging from his eager eyes, it seemed closer to the latter.

Only then did she become scared, and her stiff body instinctively took a step back, but her wrist was grabbed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever let anyone who goes back on their word walk away on two feet. What are you going to do? What did you say your name was? Ah, right, Yoon Song-ah.”

Did life, which was so unpredictable, only end in death?

“Song-ah, Yoon Song-ah. You have a pretty name, you know?”

She didn’t expect to sleep soundly with her legs stretched out, but she thought she would at least escape this feeling of powerless fear once she became an adult.

Jong-seop kicked aside a strangely patterned checkered blanket that was in his way.

“Does anyone even live in this house? This place is just full of trash.”

A small blanket that barely covered his lower body, a small T-shirt the size of a palm, shorts even smaller than that—nothing was usable. Since he was looking at everything from his self-centered perspective, it was all trash to him.

Jong-seop, looking around the house, found Song-ah, who was keeping her mouth tightly shut like a dead person, trembling with anxiety. She was still standing near the front door, breathing as if she were dead.

“If you run away, you’ll die.”

He casually rummaged through the glasses, cutting off her rapidly spinning thoughts. It was a small event he created to alleviate his boredom, but he had been drawn to her since he first saw her. It might not be anything special, but it seemed more fun than drinking with Kim Jin-han. He hated boredom and was a primal human who pursued physical excitement.

“Jin-han oppa collapsed. He’s alone at home now...”

He seemed to come and go from the house frequently, as he had taken Jin-han to his house and laid him down, but she was worried. After all, it was something that had happened because of her.

“He needs to get hit to come to his senses. Leave him alone.”

“Isn’t he your nephew?”

“He is.”

Song-ah was still puzzled by his words, which showed no affection even though he was his nephew.

“How can you say that when he’s your nephew? What if he dies?”

“He won’t die. If he could die from that, I’d be a ghost right now.”

There wasn’t much to see in the house, but there were so many cups. Was she collecting her own breast milk? Judging from the size of her breasts, she looked like she had just given birth. She was hugging her upper body tightly, constantly looking for a chance to escape. Even without looking, it was obvious what she was thinking.

Next to the glass cups, there was a cigarette butt that looked like it had been thrown away by a man. Someone had crushed it thoroughly.

“You’ve worn a uniform before, haven’t you? Why do you look like you’re about to lose your virginity?”

“...”

Her silence was a sign that he had hit the nail on the head. He quickly caught Song-ah’s expression.

“What? You’re still a virgin? I thought all high school girls were getting fucked these days. What have you been doing all this time?”

She only scratched her elbows, which she was holding defensively as if someone was going to eat her. Then she looked at him as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Sex with blood isn’t bad, but stop scratching.”

Seeing her face full of contempt made him feel like the boredom he had been feeling until just now had completely disappeared.

“Is that all you think about, Mr. Kim Jong-seop?”

“How did you know?”

“…Can you do that with a woman you don’t even know?”

“Is there a problem?”

Why did knowing or not knowing matter when it came to fucking, sucking, and licking? He genuinely didn’t understand. Aside from the uniform, it was clear that she didn’t like one-night stands or casual sex. But preferences could change. Jong-seop found it even more interesting. Stimulating what she hated would make the sex more enjoyable. At least, that was his preference.

It varied slightly from time to time, but generally, he preferred grabbing a crying, running woman and forcing her to spread her legs over someone who willingly opened them. It made sex more exciting. He liked irrational and unconventional sex. But unfortunately, that rarely happened. It was always, not sometimes. Women always offered him sex first, and he had never been so turned on by a woman that he wanted to grab her and force her.

“I’ll make you squirt when you lose your virginity. That’s not easy, you know? But I’m damn good at doing the difficult things.”

He strode over and pulled her arm, but she pushed him away, her face full of fear.

“That’s bullshit. You agreed earlier, why are you making me out to be the bad guy now?”

“I, I never said I would agree. You just assumed...”

“Yeah, yeah. It hurts my mouth to keep talking, Song-ah.”

He dragged her, who was trying to escape, onto the mattress. She struggled like a fawn caught by the neck.

The room, which didn’t even have a proper bed, had only white wallpaper on all sides.

Realizing that escape was impossible, she now used her fingernails. She tried to scratch his hand and slap his cheek. He moved back slightly, and her short arms couldn’t reach him.

“What are you doing?”

“Get away... from me! You crazy pervert!”

“Why are you acting like this? You said you’d accept it earlier.”

“I...!”

“Mr. Jong-seop, help me. You were calling someone else’s name and clinging to them earlier, now you’re done with your urgent business?”

He reminded her of what she had done, imitating her weak, trembling voice, and her face quickly filled with resentment. Unlike him, her thin eyes easily revealed resentment and self-pity.

He had felt it in front of the office last time, but she seemed to be trying to hide her feelings and expressions so as not to show weakness, but she couldn’t hide her pleas and resentment towards him, and that’s why he liked it. The more intense the resentment, the more the head of pleasure perked up. At the same time, his dick, which was synchronized with the excitement and began to move, also started to throb.

Why? There were plenty of women to have sex with. There were many women who would jump at him if he just went outside.

But why did he impulsively try to save this woman?

He repeated her name, unable to understand why she kept bothering him. Yoon Song-ah. Yoon Song-ah.

“I asked for help, I never said anything like that. I, clearly... Mr. Kim Jong-seop, you just assumed...!”

“Yes, yes. I’ll fuck you well. Doesn’t your mouth hurt?”

He hooked his fingers into the neckline of her small T-shirt and pulled, stretching it so roughly that her cleavage was visible. He wondered why she had those small shorts, and it turned out she wore them. Among all the women he had seen, she definitely had the biggest breasts. She struggled to escape, holding onto her breasts, which were as big as hills.

Because of this, her T-shirt was stretched out only in the front. He couldn’t even guess the cup size. Even as someone who could roughly estimate the size, he couldn’t guess the exact cup size just by looking. It was clear that she had the largest cup size he had ever seen. He let her go, and she finally turned around and crawled towards the door, which made him laugh.

He wondered if she had only grown forward and not upward, but her waist was well-defined, and her hips were ample, with a voluptuous ass to match. He pulled her by her ass, which was firm and bouncing attractively.

He thought it would be interesting to see Sera’s face if she saw Yoon Song-ah’s breasts, after she had been showing off her own breasts by walking around without a bra whenever she came to see him.

Her small clothes, which were so small that they made him scoff, were torn off with a few rough hand movements. He pulled on the bra straps, revealing her deep cleavage, and the hooks tore off with a sound. He thought he would only be able to have sex next year if he took off her clothes properly.

He threw the bra away as if discarding it. The bra, which had been covering her breasts that looked like they were about to burst from pregnancy, was thrown into a corner. He grabbed her small hands, which were hitting his chest, and turned her to face him completely.

Her tightly closed lips were trembling with shame. Her constantly shrinking arms were trying to hide her large breasts, which took up most of her upper body. They weren’t breasts that could be hidden, but she kept trying to conceal them. He lightly grabbed her thin wrists and spread them out in a W shape, preventing her from hiding them.

His brain, chronically overloaded with dopamine, seemed immune to most stimuli, leaving his eyes perpetually unsatisfied. This wasn’t limited to images or videos. Everything felt stale, and even a woman waiting for him, completely naked with her legs wide open, didn’t ignite his appetite. He had inserted his dick, but he wondered if this was the limit of satisfaction that sex could offer him.

“…Fuck.”

Her dark brown areola formed a stark border, as if kindly pointing out what he should suck. Her dark nipples, protruding like peanuts, were plump and full, as if she were in her spawning season.

“Did you get pregnant with your tits or something?”

He could believe that she had a baby in each breast, and that they were both full-term.

Was it really true that no one had ever sucked on these nipples? It was hard to believe. It seemed like several guys had been coming and going, wanting to get a taste, and he could suddenly understand their feelings. He hadn’t even opened the main dish, her pussy, yet.

“Ah!”

Something touched and then left his eyes. She was panting, and then she poked his eyes with her fingers. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected counterattack, rather than feeling angry. Her small fingers couldn’t do much harm. She was probably scared and couldn’t even poke him properly.

This was for real. When he raised his hand, she quickly closed her eyes, clearly terrified. She also clamped her lower hole shut. She looked like a sea squirt, shrunk in fear of an attack. Or was it a sea pineapple? That thing Choi Si-baek wouldn’t even touch.

Choi Si-baek didn’t like the smell of fish and didn’t go near anything raw. Then how did he fuck pussies that reeked of stale urine? Sex wasn’t something you could do if you were squeamish. In that regard, he was quite open to different tastes. Of course, this was the first time he’d encountered a pussy like this among the many he’d tasted to determine his preferences. It was amusing, but he couldn’t help but laugh. She was putting on a cute little tantrum.

In fact, there wasn’t much he could hit her with. It wasn’t that long ago that he had broken the jaw of CEO Kim of Cheongyeong Corporation with a single slap. Fuck, he was getting all sorts of reactions. Eventually, he placed his raised hand over his eyes and laughed, while she continued to breathe heavily below him.

“If you make me blind, you’ll take responsibility, right? Do the math. Getting fucked is better than paying for damages.”

“Get away...!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll spit it out if it tastes bad. Then you can worry about how you’re going to make up for it. I’m not going to let you go empty-handed.”

“I-I’ll give you money... please!”

“Ah, who do you think I am, a beggar? Why have you been like this since the beginning? Like you’re desperate to give me money.”

He was displeased that she kept associating everything with money, as if she only formed relationships through it. But his lower body wasn’t in a state to be arguing about such trivial matters.

He thought they had agreed on a give-and-take, but she was changing her tune now, which was infuriating. But he was confident that she would enjoy it once they got to the main event. He had never seen a woman unsatisfied with his sex, a statistically proven outcome.

He pulled down her elastic waistband and panties at the same time. She twisted her body like she was going to vomit, which unintentionally made it easier to remove her clothes. He spread her legs wide, which she had been stubbornly keeping closed, as if she were hiding something amazing under her plump hips.

With a wet, cracking sound, he completely opened her thighs to reveal her inner flesh, like splitting a watermelon. The two labia minora, sticking together with moist pussy juice, split open with a wet sound. He almost thought it was the sound of his own saliva.

He pushed aside the thick bush of pubic hair, which clung together like seaweed, and spread her bare pussy wide.

“…You’re something else.”

She claimed she had never been fucked, but her pussy looked so tight that it seemed like it could barely fit a candy. He pushed away her hands, which were trying to cover her pussy.

He preferred dark pussies to pink ones, and this pussy, unbelievably dark for a young girl, was perfect for his taste. The two labia minora, protruding beyond the labia majora, were tightly curled and wrinkled. They looked like two dark snails clinging together, trying to share a small house.

He was used to seeing neat labia minora that looked like they had been trimmed, so seeing these thick, mismatched inner folds made his mouth water.

He remembered Sera talking about a surgery to trim and shape the labia minora. Why would anyone cut off something this good? He genuinely lamented.

He inserted his fingers into the crescent-shaped labia minora, folded along the edge of her pussy hole, and spread the labia wide. They were quite wide. The inner walls were slippery with a thick layer of mossy moisture. Fuck, he had to suck it.

He couldn’t resist and put his tongue to her pussy, which was waiting for his dick, and licked it broadly. He scraped the walls of her pussy with the tip of his tongue, trying to remove all the mossy moisture, but her small hand grabbed his hair tightly. She was pulling it quite fiercely.

“Ah, ah! Ah, uh...! You crazy, ah!”

Yeah, fuck, pull it all out. He didn’t care. He thrust his tongue deep inside, cleaning even the entrance. It seemed like she hadn’t washed yet, and the faint, unique sour smell of her pussy made his dick stand up to its limit.

He had never put his mouth on another woman’s pussy just because it was open, even though women had rushed to suck his dick. He didn’t feel like it, and he wasn’t interested. But the pussy licking he had tried, as if possessed, didn’t feel repulsive at all.

Far from being repulsive, it felt like his blood was rushing to the boundary between his dick and balls, making him dizzy. People called it an erection, but the word “erection” didn’t seem to do justice to the state of his dick.

“Stay still. If you don’t relax, your pussy will really get damaged. No, I’m not kidding, sweetheart...”

It was true. He wasn’t kidding. His mind was a mess, and his words were jumbled.

The stimulation, spreading faster than any stimulant, flooded his brain. It instantly awakened his brain, which had been dulled by constant exposure to heat. He didn’t think he had felt this good even when he first tried water pills. It was as if all his previous sexual experiences had been erased. He was completely powerless in the face of this unprecedented pleasure.

“Uhh... ah! Ah!”

He put each of her legs on his arms and slurped up her pussy soup. He lightly bit and pulled her plump clit, which was being rolled around by his tongue, and she let out a cute “ah!” as if protesting. He sucked up the droplets of pussy juice, licking the pussy water that was being squeezed out from the inside. He stuck out his tongue and tasted the two plump inner lumps that were fluttering on his tongue.

After licking for a long time, he raised Song-ah’s legs, which she couldn’t control, and massaged her nipples with both hands. The hemispherical nipple bumps were the thickest he had ever seen. He could believe that she had just finished breastfeeding.

Every time he pinched the areola and touched her breasts, it felt like he was doing a water massage, even though he hadn’t used any oil. The soft feel of her milk-filled breasts made his head spin again. It was pathetic. Over a simple pussy licking, of all things.

“Kim, Jong-seop, uh-huh, ah! Ah! You, huh, bastard...!”

“Bastard?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurd insult, even as he was immersed in sucking her wet pussy. He couldn’t tie her up and beat her to teach her a lesson. He had no choice but to use his dick as a whip. He was quite amused, even though he was being cursed at out of nowhere. He took every insult she threw at him and ate it up. She didn’t know and kept calling him a crazy bastard, a perverted bastard, a psycho, an ultra-psycho, and all sorts of other crazy names.

“Yes, yes. I get it. I did it.”

When he responded like that, she stopped cursing. She realized that it didn’t affect him.

Song-ah tried to push him away, who was sucking on her dirty lower hole, where the functions of urination and defecation were almost adjacent, as if he had attached a suction cup. But she knew that her flailing attacks only fueled his excitement. It was a belated realization.

The ultimate function of this hole was to give birth. A path for reproduction.

She also knew that it was a passageway for a dick to enter and exit to plant seeds.

But she couldn’t believe that sex required him to spit, smear, and lavish her urethra and labia minora with messy saliva. According to the man, that was the case.

He, who had been plunging his tongue into the birth canal and diligently lubricating it, suddenly pulled out his tongue and started wiping her throbbing urethra. It was a place she used to wipe with toilet paper after urinating, not a place to be rinsed with someone’s tongue.

“Don’t, ah! Please, ah! Ah, huuht!”

No matter how much she tried to maintain cleanliness, it was physically impossible to be completely clean. He swirled his tongue like he was licking a bowl. She tried to clench her lower abdomen tightly and put as much force as possible into her perineal sphincter, fearing she might urinate, but eventually, an animalistic moan escaped her lips as his tongue brushed against her anal wrinkles.

“Ah, ahh, ah!”

Unable to withstand the stimulation, a droplet of something she didn’t want to know what it was trickled out of her urethra, but he snatched it up with his tongue in an instant. She wanted to die of shame.

“It’s thick.”

His tone was as flat as if he had just started a meal. It was an insane assessment.

He sucked on her urethra again and again, as if checking if there was anything left, and then rubbed the opening in all directions. Her urethra wasn’t meant to do this, but the abnormal man didn’t hesitate to do abnormal things. Yet, hot breaths kept swirling into the excavation route he had opened for childbirth.

“Uhh, ah! Ah!”

“What was your boyfriend doing, not eating this? He didn’t seem like it, was he still sizing you up?”

“Wh-what, ahh!”

“I didn’t think Kim Jin-han was like this, he’s slower than I thought.”

He muttered. Kim Jin-han, boyfriend, slow—none of the words connected properly, and they floated around in her head like scattered pieces. It felt like she had become space junk, drifting without a destination or an end. She truly felt like she had become trash.

In her short life, her body and mind had never been out of sync. She had never felt her body comfortable and her mind uncomfortable, or her body uncomfortable and her mind comfortable. It was a mixed feeling she had never experienced.

Her arousal, forcibly stimulated, rose regardless of her feelings. Her body was going crazy with this unprecedented phenomenon, but the man in front of her was someone she had never exchanged love with, or even shared feelings with. They had no relationship to be doing this.

Her pussy hole, where sticky liquid flowed down like a tap, including her overlapping labia minora, made her spine tingle whenever the man’s thick, round tongue touched it.

She couldn’t figure out how to handle this absurd feeling, and her mind went blank.

Escape was impossible. Even if she ran away right now, unless she disappeared to a remote deserted island, there was nowhere a newly twenty-year-old girl could escape to and be safe from this man.

“Do your calculations. If you run away, you’ll break your ankle, baby.”

“Uh... huh, uh... uh-huh.”

“Do you know how important your ankles are? How much dickheads grovel to protect them? It’s a waste to have them cut off when you’re only twenty.”

“Get, away. Go... huuung, ah!”

“Cherish your Achilles tendon. Remember it well if you want to live.”

The man spoke as if reciting a public service announcement slogan.

“What bullshit, huuuht.”

“That’s going to be a sentence you’ll have to remember often. If you want, write it on your pussy. Isn’t that better than forgetting and having your ankle chopped off?”

Escape had a near one hundred percent chance of failure, so the only way to minimize the damage was to accept the situation. There was no other way.

How did this happen? She just wanted to cry. Should she ask him to protect her from Yoon Hyung-woo instead of having sex as he wanted? Her mind was busy with all sorts of complicated thoughts. No matter how much she racked her brains, she couldn’t come to a conclusion. There was only the man’s desire, blackened with soot.

Meanwhile, he unbuckled his pants, as if he was finally going to try to insert it.

Her fear and dread, which had grown like a snowball, were overflowing. She thought there was nothing more to be surprised about, but when she saw the man’s dick, which soared high into the sky, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The dick, which bounced like a spring above his navel, couldn’t maintain its balance and tilted left and right, even with the support of his balls.

Balls the size of a newborn’s head, and a huge, dark red dick attached above them. Hideous veins, bulging and wriggling all over the dick, as if they were alive. And what truly made her doubt her eyes was the black tattoo covering his dick shaft.

She thought tattoos were only on the man’s upper body. No, there were all sorts of people in the world, so there were people who tattooed strange places, but she had never heard of anyone who had drawn a picture on their dick. The dragon, with its mouth at the glans, was truly majestic, using the erect dick as a canvas.

A dragon, drawn lengthwise from the glans to the root, looked like it was about to ascend. Moreover, the muscular dragon, swollen with erection, was truly massive. The glans, where the dragon’s mouth was drawn, was hideous. Even without that strange picture, it was dark and covered in dick saliva, so it looked dirty either way.

“...”

Looking at the dragon, which held its head high against the backdrop of the majestic penis, she was speechless. Who would draw a picture on their whole body? But there was someone even worse here.

Aside from being amazed by the picture, she immediately frowned at the size of his dick. It looked like giving birth, as he had said. Was that made to be put inside a woman’s genitals? What else could it be but a weapon? He had obviously slept with many women, so it was a weapon of mass destruction.

“Ah, I should erase it, but I left it because it was a hassle. Why, don’t you like it?”

Was he really asking because he didn’t know the answer? He spoke as if many women liked it. The urethral opening kept opening and closing, oozing a clear liquid. The black dragon looked like it was about to open its mouth and shoot semen. A dragon that shoots dick juice instead of fire. A crazy man.

Moreover, the balls, hanging on either side in proportion to the size of his dick, looked like children’s heads. How much semen would those seed bags hold, with that size? It was vulgar. Even the wrinkled scrotum was disgusting, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“...It looks like a slut.”

Her true feelings involuntarily came out. The man, who didn’t even twitch an eyebrow, chuckled.

“Too bad you can’t deny it. Have you ever touched your own pussy?”

She glared at the man with as much contempt as possible. If he asked her that again, she would tear off his genitals instead of his eyes. A truly crazy person.

“If you haven’t, just say you haven’t. You’re making me excited with those glares, fuck.”

“...Fuck.”

“Yeah, me too, fuck. Spread your pussy properly, I’m going to put my dick in. Ah, you can keep cursing. I’ll let it slide because you’re pretty.”

She was furious at his tone, as if he was making an exception just for her. But then, his smile, as if he wanted to hear her curse, made her desire to curse disappear like foam. The dragon-tattooed dick, right in front of her, turned all her anger and hostility into fear and tension. Escape and acceptance were both overwhelming. It felt like her mind was already fading, even though the main event hadn’t even started. Including the war she had fought in her head, it felt like her insides were already in ruins.

Jong-seop spread Song-ah’s legs, which were sweaty with tension, and inserted the chocolate-colored tip, dripping with precum, into the small crevice of her labia minora.

“Uh-huh, ah!”

Just the glans had entered, but she was startled and twisted her thighs, closing her anal wrinkles tightly. At the same time, the pussy, filled with juice, closed its walls tightly, squeezing his dick shaft. The inside of the hole, like a steam sauna, was hot and sticky like freshly steamed rice cake. Fuck, he felt like he was going to cum already, which was unlike him. He had to quickly carry out the subsequent actions. He couldn’t just mess around here and show everything.

“Uhh, ah! No, no, it hurts!”

Even though he had lubricated it, his dick was too big for her narrow hole. He didn’t think she was exaggerating, but he couldn’t just leave with such a tight pussy right in front of him. Everything hurt the first time. If she endured the pain, she would surely tremble with even greater pleasure, he was confident.

“Ah! No, no, ah!”

He ignored her cute cries of “no” and inserted his dick.

His glans were repeatedly crushed by her tight pussy, and his dick shaft spewed out a lot of precum. It was a difficult entry from the start.

The woman, who had spread her legs wide and opened her hole as if giving birth, screamed “ah!” and pushed out his dick head. She was trying her best to push it back out, even though it hadn’t fully entered.

She was having a spectacular pussy opening ceremony.

She had to properly eat the first dick to smoothly give birth to more, but opening the birth canal for free passage inevitably caused pussy labor pains. The pussy walls wriggled, trying to vomit what she had barely swallowed. She tightened her perineal muscles, suppressing the entering dick, but he pushed the ascending dragon head into the hot burrow. The pussy wrinkles, swollen with excitement, massaged his dick like a meridian massage.

He had already reached orgasm in the preliminary skirmish, which was just the beginning. He wondered how he would endure this tremendous climax, which would continue until he cummed. He hadn’t had such a useless worry in a long time. He couldn’t even remember when it was. Maybe it was the first time. He was unexpectedly filled with a sense of doubt, enough to reflect on his past pussy life.

“Ah, fuck, Yoon Song-ah. Relax your pussy hole. Huh?”

“Get, it out, haa-aang, ah, huuht.”

Her trembling pussy and lower abdomen, her flailing arms that couldn’t find a place to hold on, she was struggling to empty her birth canal, trying to push out the dick that hadn’t even properly entered, as if the continuous labor pains were too much for her.

“It’s only going to hurt your pussy.”

“Ah-huh, uh-huh! Ah! Ah-huh-ah, plea-ase.”

“Then please let me go all the way in, us.”

The muscular neck and forelegs of the majestic dragon, covered with red veins, opened her pussy. When about half of the dragon’s dark body had entered, her bladder was stimulated, and amber urine burst out.

“No, no, no, ah-huh-ah-ah!”

The stream, shooting directly and surging up, spurted like a fountain, showering the dragon’s lower body and tail with yellow. As the yellow surge began to paint his dick shaft, the penis shaft, which had been covered with black dragon scales, quickly turned into a golden dragon. The foreskin became hot when the urine was poured on his dick flesh. The two large balls, hanging under the shaft, also had a full body bath and became golden eggs. Even that was directly connected to pleasure.

“Look at you pissing. Fuck.”

“Haa-huuht, huuuh... no...”

“No, why? It’s warm and nice.”

She kept opening and closing her opening, focusing on emptying her bladder, then groped for the scattered sheets and covered her face. Yoon Song-ah, overwhelmed with shame, scratched her hand wildly. It seemed less like self-harm and more like an involuntary reaction to the unprecedented humiliation.

Jong-seop snatched the face covering away from her, who was sobbing. Fuck, she did everything to turn him on and then tried to hide. His mood started to sour rapidly just because her face was briefly hidden.

He had fucked while looking at a woman’s face, but he had never had sex while focusing on her face.

He was too busy filling himself with pleasure, occasionally checking the connection to see how well she was taking it. He didn’t care or was interested in what kind of face or expression the woman made. But why was he feeling like this?

He grabbed Song-ah’s chin and fixed her gaze on him.

“Sweetheart, what did I say earlier?”

“Wh-wh, uh-huh, wha, uh, huuh.”

“I told you to remember it. It’s going to be very useful in the future. Huh?”

She mumbled “Achi, huuuh, lles, huh, tendon, cherish” with unclear pronunciation, her breasts heaving from how much she had cried. She didn’t forget to add “fuck” when she was doing well.

“Right. Remember it whenever you want to cover your face. I need to fuck you more, so suck and lick properly. Don’t piss off the slut, as you said.”

When he pushed the thick, raised dragon tail all the way in, locking the cervix and sliding up the inner path, she twisted her body, trying to escape on all fours like someone possessed. It was a rapid entry, leaving skid marks like burn marks from the insertion. She frantically waved her hands in the air, unable to breathe. Thwack! The dragon’s tail, throbbing vigorously with its unusual volume, was plunged into the muddy path of her pussy.

As the flamboyantly colored dragon tail entered, the glans slid into the secluded rear crevice behind the cervix.

“Aaaaah!”

She trembled, begging for her life, but she was clearly out of her mind.

It was because he had directly entered the pleasure zone and pleasure district, the cervical fornix, which only large objects could enter.

He pulled out the dragon’s front claws, shoved in its tail, exited until more than half of its body was out, and then entered with its hind legs all at once. The dragon, soaked in pussy oil, gleamed even more voluptuously.

It was her first time having her pussy hole pierced, and he had opened her cervical fornix, which had obviously never been entered before, so she couldn’t possibly be in her right mind. However, he was also in disarray, unable to consider her situation while fucking. His sanity, which had deviated from its normal course, had long since fled.

Wouldn’t his dick be crushed and burst? Even while feeling the threat of being crushed to death, he shook his hips like a madman, focusing all his efforts on filling the hole.

“Aaaah! Ah! Aaaah!”

“Hoo, huuht, fuck. Ah, the tightness is amazing. Don’t strain your hole too much, baby.”

Perhaps she instinctively felt that following his words was the only way to escape this torture-like orgasm and find a way to live, Yoon Song-ah immediately obeyed him. He skillfully thrust into the pussy hole, which had become more flexible than before. Blocking the drainage in the flooded pussy made the throbbing sensation inside drive him crazy.

He fucked, thrust, and rammed, repeatedly inserting and withdrawing his dick like a madman, fucking her pussy. Yoon Song-ah, who was experiencing labor pains from constantly giving birth to a baby-head-sized dick, moaned coquettishly, “Ah, ah, ah, ah.” Now, even his head was boiling. Wouldn’t his brain melt completely? He was having thoughts during this unexpected daytime sex that he hadn’t even had while on water pills.

“Uhh, ah! Aaaah!”

“Ah-ah, yeah, I’m ah-ah too, fuck. Hoo... sweetheart, do you want to get pregnant?”

It was a word that slipped out involuntarily. She seemed to have heard it, but she mumbled something unintelligible, unsure if she had heard correctly.

“Ahoo, huuh, uh, ah! No, ah! No, huuht, ah!”

“You said you hated it, but is my slutty dick that delicious?”

Every time the huge ring pressed against her cervix, her forcibly stimulated bladder released her sphincter and discharged liquid. Pit, pit, the continuous stream of urine burst towards him like gunfire. One shot hit his cheek and fell, and another shot fired repeatedly at his chest.

“Yes, yes, I like the taste of pussy too. Hoo.”

He said that, but in reality, he was on the verge of losing consciousness, his mind flickering in and out.

His dick shaft was soaked in pussy juice jam from stirring her pussy so much. Usually, he would just cum whenever he felt like it, but now he felt like he had to ask if she was okay too. She still seemed to be going strong. Fuck, Kim Jong-seop, you’ve become so considerate.

Jong-seop chastised himself. Ironically, he wanted to keep seeing her fair and pretty face enduring the direct hit of pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, and foamy saliva leaked from her half-open lips. He also liked the pleading cries that burst out between them.

His warning about possibly damaging her cervix wasn’t a lie. He pierced and entered her cervical fornix, opening a side passage behind her virgin cervix, which was experiencing the taste of a man for the first time. He fucked her pussy wildly, as if his aroused dragon dick had a broken engine.

The coal-black, glossy dragon, enjoying itself, drove its head towards the peak, riding the cervical fornix support. The projectile creaked and groaned wetly as it excavated the narrow pussy flesh. He intended to ascend into the cervical fornix and plant his seed, not just the cervix. His seed bag, full of well-ripened semen, was busy with wriggling movements. It was the mating season for his taut balls.

“Ah, huh, huuh, ah, aaaah! Ah! Ahuuht, hua! Haaa-aang! Ah!”

With the immense weight and added speed, her sweat-soaked body arched back, her eyes rolling back, and she choked.

“Hoo, sh, huuht, pal!”

She had been writhing in pleasure since the insertion, so how long had she endured the climax? Jong-seop was uttering every curse he knew in the extreme orgasm. A fierce barrage of blows to her G-spot continued in the final all-out battle. She screamed and reached the peak as his dick hammer shots, opening and closing her pussy gate, dealt her a fatal blow. Aaaaah, somewhere in the silent peak of orgasm, Song-ah absorbed the overwhelming orgasm with empty eyes.

He also squeezed out the clumped semen at the same time. As if a canine animal was knotting for breeding, the meat lump, pulling the glans cap like a fire hook in her narrow pussy wrinkles, swelled momentarily. It was truly an explosive burst of the collective orgasm.

“Aaaah! Haa-aang! Ah! Ah!”

The roar of a beast after a satisfying mating was thunderous.

It was when he pulled out the dragon’s mouth, which had been shooting semen like a water cannon at her cervix, completely.

His dick, which he thought had finished ejaculating, roared savagely again and reloaded like a rapid-fire gun.

Transparent semen, as if a bucket of water had been added to the semen, flowed down the dick shaft to the dragon’s tail. Then, pit, pit, it began to burst and flow in a trance.

As if the abnormal climax suppressed inside his dick had manifested visibly, something that was neither urine nor semen kept squirting out wildly. Dick juice, ejected into the air with a phut phut sound, cutting through the fiery air. Transparent extract, extending like rapid-fire. It was an unfamiliar experience, but also a familiar sight. It was what the women he had been with had squirted out.

The dopamine, which he had suspected was dead, burst from his head to his toes like lava rising from a fireball. At the same time, a fiery pleasure surged through his dick and erupted from his opening. Jong-seop stared blankly at the transparent lava mass. Uncoordinated breaths burst out from his teeth.

“...Damn it.”

Why am I squirting?

He had his first experience simultaneously with Yoon Song-ah. Of course, it was a different kind of first experience than the woman who had collapsed in front of him.

It was truly fucked up.

Jong-seop belatedly saw that the dragon’s eyes had turned red. He had seen the dragon’s head stained with various colors while fucking Yoon Song-ah, but it was his first time seeing it stained with blood, and he realized the meaning a little late.

Song-ah, whose virginity had been snatched away by a slutty dick, was unconscious, showered in dick juice.