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She raised her head, which had been lowered in a crouch, and looked up at the man staring down at her.
Even in her blurred vision, she could clearly see him. The pink shirt.
Though he covered every inch of his chest and shoulders without revealing a sliver of skin, his body itself was like a weapon and a shield. It even created the illusion that he was speaking to her.
At least, she only had to show her pathetic self to him. Then, she wouldn’t have to hide, chased by the fear and terror of not knowing when it would end. In the end, the one who would strangle Yoon Hyung-woo would be a greater evil than him.
Yoon Hyung-woo’s words, that she was no different from her grandfather, might have been true. A laugh escaped her lips, a brief snicker.
Finding herself cornered in a dead-end alley, she felt strangely calm.
What kind of fighting spirit could a beast have when death was imminent?
If the outcome wouldn’t change anyway, surrendering to death might be less painful than struggling and thrashing to the end.
“Did I hit you?”
Kim Jong-seop asked with a surprisingly serious tone. Of course, it was a knowing question. Unless Kim Jong-seop had something wrong with his head, he wouldn’t ask that to a face he had seen just hours ago.
“I remember spanking your ass while fucking.”
And your front, too. Even in this situation, she restrained herself from correcting him.
The hand that slapped her swollen labia, which were constantly twitching from the gushing semen, and her wet vulva was relentlessly lustful. She, who was ignorant about sex, could tell that the slaps weren’t meant to inflict pain.
“Whose handiwork is this? You’re adorably torn up.”
He smiled quietly and reached out to touch her lip. She felt the unpleasant taste of blood, as if it were congealed, but she couldn’t shake him off. She was too weak to even try. Her frail body simply followed where her eyes led, unable to look away.
Her gaze naturally settled on his chest.
His shirt was stretched taut, struggling to contain his broad, almost tear-apart trapezius muscles, his angular shoulders, and his thick, defined latissimus dorsi. He always dressed like this, with slight variations in style and brand.
It was the brand her grandmother liked.
To be thinking of her deceased grandmother while looking at Kim Jong-seop... was she really losing her mind?
How could she think of her angelic grandmother while looking at this scoundrel? She quickly chastised herself.
“I have conditions. Treat me with respect. Treat me as a person, not an animal. And keep Yoon Hyung-woo away from me. Put him in jail for at least 10 years, and keep his boyfriends away too. And stop all this rape, gang rape, all of it.”
“You’re asking for a lot for just spreading your legs. Other things aside, what’s respect got to do with fucking? What’s a person got to do with it? Do you think about that stuff when you’re fucking?”
“I know it’s too much to ask from you, but try to make an effort.”
“Bullshit, you’re so damn cute, really.”
The man chuckled, making a short, moaning sound as if he had met his master.
“Anything else you need?”
“...Don’t be so sarcastic.”
“If I’m nice, you say I’m being sarcastic, if I do what I want, you tell me to be respectful. You’re so damn demanding.”
Kim Jong-seop was the dominant one in this relationship. Jong-seop knew that well.
Yoon Song-ah knew that Kim Jong-seop was her only option. She knew that clinging to him in this dead end was an unavoidable choice. She knew instinctively that Kim Jin-han couldn’t be her shield the moment she saw Jin-han’s head being smashed. It was highly likely that she had sensed it even before that.
Maybe she had known since she was very young that she couldn’t take the ordinary path of meeting a normal man, having a normal relationship, getting married, and having children. Thinking back to Yoon Song-ah on the day she was hit by his car, it was probably so.
Even though he held the reins, he was doing everything Yoon Song-ah asked, making him wonder what he was doing.
Of course, that didn’t mean he would obediently grant her every wish.
“Excuse me, Mr. Kim Jong-seop.”
“Yes, Ms. Yoon Song-ah. Hey, why do you call Kim Jin-han ‘Jin-han oppa’ but me ‘Mr. Kim Jong-seop’? You shouldn’t be so blatantly discriminatory.”
“...Now you’re even interfering with my honorifics...”
“Baby, I’ll show you what true respect really is.”
He crouched down next to her and casually put his arm around her shoulder. He was surprised by how small she was. When he pulled her closer, her delicate body felt as cold as if it had been exposed to the chill.
He had been having a brief drink with his elder brother while discussing business, and the last time he checked his watch, it was 1 a.m. So, even if he started counting from the time they had dinner, she had been here alone for at least four or five hours.
And of all days, the others had gone out for a drink, so there was no one to open the door for her.
“Hey, if you came to see me, you should have called. Oh, you don’t know my number. Give me your phone.”
She looked at him with distrust, but her sharp eyes were the same as the night before, no, two nights before.
“Hurry.”
At his urging, she slowly took her phone from her pocket and handed it over. Jong-seop quickly entered his number, called it, and gave it back. He deliberately left the name field blank, curious what she would save it as. As he watched, she simply saved it as “Mr. Kim Jong-seop.”
“You’re not ordinary either.”
“Move away.”
“Why? You’re cold. I’ll hold you a little longer.”
He deliberately teased her, wanting to see her annoyed face, but she seemed too exhausted today to even push him away. Jong-seop didn’t bother to let her go and pulled her closer.
Her small body felt nice against his chest. Damn it, why am I getting hard again? Jong-seop felt his dick stirring, but he poked her cheek.
The fear in her pale face made him feel a pang of regret. He wondered if he should have come at all, clearly conflicted. Of course, Kim Jong-seop had no intention of missing this opportunity.
Didn’t she say she was a re-applicant? Some of the information Kim Jin-han had bragged about, claiming she was his girlfriend, floated around in his head.
1. She’s a year younger than Kim Jin-han. So she’s twenty this year.
2. She’s damn pretty. He had verified that with his own eyes, so that was a pass.
3. She’s good at studying but re-applying. She must be aiming for a better school, or she wouldn’t be taking the exam again, so that was understandable.
4. Kim Jin-han said she was his girlfriend. But that turned out to be a lie, so it was rejected.
5. Her shoe size is 235mm. He didn’t know why he knew that, but according to Kim Jin-han, it was true. Maybe he had secretly peeked at her shoes. He wouldn’t have checked her foot size while fucking, would he? He had already taken her virginity. 235mm shoe size. Was she a human or a rabbit? He quickly dismissed the trivial thoughts. The information he had gathered about Yoon Song-ah was like that. Since they were just going to fuck, he didn’t see the point in getting to know each other deeply, so he decided to stop there. Jong-seop went into the darkened office and turned on the light.
Startled by the sudden brightness, Song-ah flinched as she was pulled inside.
Jong-seop pulled out his erect cock and told Yoon Song-ah to lie on the sofa and spread her legs.
She asked back, her eyes wide with shock, as if she had misheard.
“Here? But I thought you said you’d treat me with respect...”
He briefly imagined her taking the college entrance exam while heavily pregnant, which would be quite a sight.
As he thought about fucking her respectfully, he lit a cigarette.
Damn, she’s so sweet.
“You have to spread your legs properly so it doesn’t hurt, baby.”
He used all sorts of affectionate names like “pretty,” “baby,” and “my puppy,” but they didn’t match his actions at all.
The sofa, which hadn’t even been broken in yet, creaked as the two of them moved, sounding like a warning siren.
Knowing the size and volume of his massive cock from their previous encounter, Song-ah’s heart pounded even harder.
Even though they served the same function as a means to urinate, a man’s cock was excessively large, making it difficult for people. Two days ago, she had collapsed from exhaustion after taking in such a cock, her urine and vaginal fluids soaking the mattress. Before Kim Jong-seop’s semen, which had been poured out like water from a hose, had even subsided, he was planning to re-enter. He intended to once again plant his malicious seed deep within her vaginal folds, painting them with his semen.
“Ah, hng... hng... why here of all places...”
Only after he had stripped her naked, revealing her bare vulva, did she realize where she was.
Even though it was a man’s office, an open space where his subordinates and people came and went, she should have screamed that this wasn’t respectful treatment. But only sweet moans burst from her throat, like a barrage of gunfire.
His deeply grooved glans sucked and pulled at her clit, brushing against it as if with adhesive. The relentless rubbing electrified her hardened clit. As her urethral sphincter squelched and mashed, she gasped with a shallow urge to urinate. The tingling sensation was unfamiliar yet so raw that she couldn’t even find the words to describe it. It was different from the act of thrusting his cock deep into her cervix and shaking her mercilessly.
Her clit was heated like it was being simmered over a low flame, and the sensation of pleasure bubbled and boiled in the residual heat. Involuntarily, she covered her clit, trying to stop the glans that kept rubbing and pushing. With her hands gathered at her crotch, her breasts were pulled together, rising like a large mountain range and completely obscuring her vision.
Even though the point of attack was blocked, he simply sucked on her nipples, drawing them out long. Then, he licked them with his gums as if hiding his teeth, skillfully sucking with only his palate. Just the soft tip of his tongue rubbing against her nipples sent shivers of fire through her entire areola. It felt like her nipples were glued to his uvula. She was genuinely worried that both of her breasts would fall off.
“Ah! Ah! Ung! Ah!”
It even felt like breast milk was squirting into his mouth, making her wonder if she was actually producing milk. His sucking, like demanding milk to pay off a debt, felt like destroying someone else’s breasts. It was as vicious and brutal as he was.
Even then, the clit at her fingertips had grown as large as a water-soaked grain. She knew it was natural for erectile tissue to grow when aroused, but she was embarrassed by her swollen genitalia, which had burst out of her clitoral hood. She felt ashamed. What she couldn’t bear the most were the seductive moans that kept leaking through her teeth, against her will.
“Ah... ah! Ung!”
“Your moans are fucking hot, damn it.”
As if he wasn’t going to use a condom again today, his glans, which had been pasting her clit, slid down and roughly probed her crevice. The feeling of their wet, sticky flesh touching was vivid.
“Wait, wait. One, uh, one more thing. Huh.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll cum all over you, baby.”
As if telling her to shut up with her bullshit, he pushed into her open passage.
He firmly clamped his cock gag in her vagina, like a jawbreaker.
The feeling of being torn apart, like labor pains, made her neck arch back. Moans were swallowed back into her nose and mouth, and she let out a series of guttural sounds.
The feeling of the dragon’s head entering, followed by the heavy scrotum and the throbbing tail all connecting at once, made clear streams of liquid burst out.
“Ah, ah!!”
The liquid that was sprayed out like a bullet, scattering in the air, arced through the air. It was because of his rapid thrusting. The sprayed liquid was dispersed in all directions. The hole, which had been spread open by his scrotum and blocked by his testicles, contracted and expanded repeatedly, convulsing. Unlike her mind, her female genitalia, which craved the male’s flesh, were busy expressing the physiological pleasure of being filled with a huge cock.
With his cock deep inside her, she squirted water as if her amniotic fluid had burst.
“Ah, cum inside, ah! Ha, ha, ung!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Was he even listening? Her vaginal fluid was spurting towards the sky, while his scrotum repeatedly thrust into her wrinkled folds.
“Ugh, ung! Ah! You crazy, ah!”
“Ah, damn, you like eating dick, huh? Huh? Pretty.”
Every time the sofa creaked, the sound of splashing water echoed. The friction of wet flesh rubbing together, the swimming sound of his cock thrashing in her wet vagina, the dragon’s cry as it pushed its horn into her cervix, it felt like she was being swept away in a swirling wave.
She wondered how far he was going to thrust. His massive cock, boasting a vast area and volume, blocked her vulva like a plug.
Her uterus shook, going up and down with him, like a seesaw. It felt like her insides were being churned, pushed up and down with him. The pumping vibrations turned her abdomen into a disaster zone.
This was close to organ abuse. He was engaging in sex that bordered on abuse.
No matter how much she talked about respect, he wasn’t the kind of man who would listen.
What was this? Her vagina felt like it was going to tear apart. The club-like head of his cock, heated like a flame, dug and thrust inside her. He repeatedly entered and exited her passage, churning her insides like a pulp. They said giving birth felt like pushing a watermelon out of your nostril, but what was the difference between this and giving birth? At least a baby, once born, wouldn’t go back in. She was repeatedly giving birth to a cock the size of a baby, only for it to climb back up her vaginal walls like it was returning to her womb, only to be born again, repeatedly giving birth to a cock.
The first time he pierced her, it felt like labor pains, but as the number of times he filled her hole increased, the inside of her curved passage bubbled. A searing heat accompanied by a lightning-like voltage. An oppressive feeling accompanied by pleasure, which she didn’t want to believe.
It seemed like he was just repeating the same action of thrusting and pulling, but the speed, direction, angle, and subtle variations continued endlessly, making her insides sizzle and her whole body feel like it was filled with electrolytes. Every touch sent an electric shock.
“Ah, hoo, oppa, your dick is so tight. Open your pot wider.”
“Ah, ah, ung, ha!”
Every time his cock entered and exited like a fiery sword, her vaginal valve opened on its own, and her vaginal juices flowed freely. The pooled vaginal fluid coated his testicles and then fell freely onto the sofa. He admired the secretions that he produced every time he thrust his cock into her, as if he were admiring a masterpiece.
“Pretty, let’s see your asshole.”
“Heu, are you going to, are you going to do it in the back?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No, I, absolutely, absolutely not! I’d rather, I’d rather get pregnant.”
“Ah, is that something you can control?”
Yoon Song-ah was clever, as always. When he brought out something strong, she tried to slip away by offering something slightly weaker. Even though he knew she was lying, it worked again. Jong-seop smiled a little.
Look at her, trying to take control of the sex. She was cute when she opened her eyes sharply, but it was also annoying, so he tried to tame her by coming on strong. As expected, she quickly reacted sharply and tried to negotiate with whatever card she had. Cute, damn it.
“Really? You’d rather get pregnant than have your ass torn apart? Okay, then.”
Yoon Song-ah, realizing something was wrong, swallowed hard with a pale face. Cute, damn it.
What a thrill to be messing with a fresh twenty-year-old. He felt pathetic for being so obsessed with a naive kid, but when he saw Yoon Song-ah drooling messily, his mood soared again.
He sat Song-ah up, afraid she would be taken advantage of if she let her guard down even for a moment. As he leaned back on the sofa, Yoon Song-ah naturally groped for a place to lean on.
The glans of his cock had already passed through her cervix, and the position of being on top added her own weight, so it seemed to be touching the inside of her vaginal canal.
“Ah! Ung!”
She cried out, swaying helplessly, not knowing what to do.
“What are you doing? Turn your pussy properly.”
Her vagina, tired of his cock constantly digging into her cervix, wasn’t moving with much enthusiasm.
He slapped her ass, like whipping a lazy horse, and she squirted out more vaginal fluid. The beads of discharge glistened on his black pubic hair. Her thick, shiny pubic hair was Yoon Song-ah’s handiwork.
“If you don’t do it right, it’s your asshole next, you.”
“Th, there’s no such thing, ah! Ung!”
“There’s no such thing? You’re trying to get away with this too easily.”
“Ung! Ung! Ung!”
He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and shook her like a madman. Then he stopped again.
“Do it like this.”
She would move a little and then stop, saying it hurt, or she would turn her vagina a little and then stop, saying it was too deep. He sighed briefly, stretched out his leg, pulled the table leg, and grabbed the phone on it. It was a work phone used in the office, and he had Yundo download a porn video of a woman with amazing skills.
He turned it on and handed it to her, and her tear-stained eyes stared at the screen.
It was a video of a big-breasted woman from a neighboring country pleasurably taking a man’s cock.
“Dameda, kimochi, motto shite,” only simple and clear sentences were uttered, so even if you didn’t know Japanese, you could understand them. She asked him to thrust his cock deeper into her lewd vagina. A slightly longer sentence followed, but he didn’t bother to translate it. She seemed to understand the general situation.
“Look at this woman. She’s eating it so well. Her tits are smaller than yours, but her pussy movements are clearly amazing.”
“Th, that man’s is much smaller than Kim Jong-seop’s, ah. Huh.”
“I’m not telling you to look at the size of his dick, I’m telling you to look at how she moves her hips.”
Her sullen eyelids looked very displeased. She was so picky.
It was clear that some acting was involved, but the woman in the video was simply moaning, her mouth wide open in pleasure. How could she not know after years of fucking? Yoon Song-ah’s cheeks were flushed as she watched the woman in the video. How amusing. She didn’t realize she was even more lewd.
“Turn it off now.”
“I don’t want to.”
He grinned and turned the speaker volume to maximum, then tossed the phone onto the table. When he slapped her ass again, telling her to move faster, Yoon Song-ah started thrusting, listening to the woman’s moans, which were both vulgar and seductive.
As the woman’s moans, blaring from the speaker, reached a higher pitch, Song-ah also quickened her hip movements. From her dragon’s head to its tail, she sucked on the erect body with her vagina, making vulgar and delectable sounds: slurp, smack, squelch, slurp. He had never found particular enjoyment in his tattooed cock, but who would have known it could be this arousing?
She tried to imitate the woman in the porn, rotating her vaginal opening in all directions to suck on the dragon’s skin. Every time her flesh-filled vagina squeezed and sucked on his cock, the tip of his head tingled. Her head felt numb, as if she were about to faint.
It was like absorbing the full impact of a car crash without any cushioning, a shock so strong it felt like her head was being smashed. Yoon Song-ah seemed to be just as wrecked from the cock crash.
“Aaaah, yamete, iku, ikuu, aaah!”
The woman in the porn let out a high-pitched scream, her voice filled with nasal whines and tears.
Even then, our puppy was awkwardly, yet skillfully, rotating her vagina, which was quite admirable.
“Ung! Ah! Aah! Heut, heung! Ah, aaah!”
“Don’t, hoo, don’t worry about it. Your moans are hotter.”
“I don’t care, aaah! Ah, I, don’t, ung! Haaah!”
The sight of her breasts, swaying wildly like a house shaking, was spectacular. He was ashamed of himself for masturbating to the woman in the porn. He regretted it. The real thing was right here, so why had he wasted his precious semen on something else?
It felt like Yoon Song-ah was lighting his cock on fire and sucking on it like a cigarette. Her highly absorbent vagina, combined with its strong suction and high vaginal pressure, meant he had been fighting an overwhelming pleasure since he entered her. His cock tip simmered as if being boiled in a pot of vaginal fluid, and his skin burned from the heat. Then, the fire spread to his scrotum and roots, igniting a massive blaze. Even Kim Jong-seop, with all his self-control, couldn’t hold back any longer.
He grabbed her trembling hips and thrust her towards him like a dog that had overdosed on aphrodisiacs.
Thump, thump. He pounded her, hitting her cervix, and his semen-soaked glans clung to her vaginal opening.
“Ugh, huh, ah! Ung! Augh!”
At some point, Yoon Song-ah flailed her arms, desperately resisting. Jong-seop immediately knew where she was reacting. The area in front of her cervix, the P-spot where her erogenous zones were densely packed. He aimed for that spot, pounding his cock and focusing on copulation.
“Does my dirty dick taste that good, oppa?”
“Aheueung! Aah!”
The couple in the porn had finished long ago. They said all porn actors were premature ejaculators. The reason was that commercial videos required them to shoot multiple scenes quickly and intensely.
If he finished in a few minutes like in the porn, Yoon Song-ah certainly wouldn’t be satisfied. She was biting down on his cock, trying to tear it apart, so if he pulled out, she would probably slap him with her vagina.
“Hoo, heut, damn it. Your pussy, hold on, ah, Song-ah.”
“Euh, heung, eu, heu, ung! I feel weird, haaah!”
They copulated like beasts, spreading their legs like humans obsessed with sex. His monstrously swollen cock slid down the slope endlessly, digging into her sunken vaginal well. The process of quickly retrieving his semen-soaked cock from the pool of vaginal juices and then plunging it back in accelerated.
As the speed of his thrusting increased, strange moans, not cries, erupted from Yoon Song-ah’s mouth. It was like she was speaking in tongues. Her eyes rolled back, and she was unaware of the thick, white saliva escaping her mouth.
“Haeung! Ung! Aah! Ung! Ah, ah, ung! Ung!”
“Why, you feeling good too?”
Jong-seop licked the tip of Song-ah’s chin, who was giving birth to his swollen cock, and smiled slightly. His scrotum dangled, pounding her perineum with speed. His full scrotum trembled as if it would burst its yolks.
In truth, he was just as out of control.
It was when his long, thick mass of protrusions stretched across her P-spot, cervix, and vaginal opening, hitting them all at once. Like crossing a finish line, they reached their peak simultaneously. Yoon Song-ah grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tightly as she climaxed.
“Awooaaah, ah! Aah!”
He supported her small body as she fell back and laid her on the sofa. Without being told, she spread her legs, revealing his middle leg that she was holding. His semen-soaked cock, swollen and pale, looked even more grotesque. The whitish vaginal fluid that Yoon Song-ah had birthed clung to the edges of her pubic hair and his cock shaft. Her erect clitoral glans, filled with concentrated pleasure, throbbed.
They said the vagina was a flat cock, and it was indeed a chaotic scene. Yoon Song-ah’s flat cock, as unable to withstand the afterglow as Kim Jong-seop, was heaving. Her clitoral glans, with its foreskin peeled back, had absorbed the excitement and swollen to a large size.
Her labia minora, darkened by friction, were swollen and completely covered his cock like a roof. He squeezed out his porcelain-like discharge, emptying his semen pouch. The sight was very dark, very white, and damn delicious. He ejaculated a second time, and as he pulled his glans out of her small hole, a massive urge to urinate arose from her orgasm. Without bothering to hold back, he relaxed his urethral sphincter, and a vast amount of urine poured out as if it had been waiting.
“Haa, hoo, damn it.”
Extreme pleasure was expressed in another way. His urine stream, like him, was strong and relentless. The stream, like a dragon’s tail, soaked Yoon Song-ah and even himself. The strong urine stream hit Yoon Song-ah’s lower abdomen, and the friction from the stream made a satisfying sound. They soaked each other thoroughly, like a massage.
Yoon Song-ah, who had just finished giving birth, simply closed her eyes, receiving the peak of pleasure that was pouring over her.
A red tongue was visible through her slightly parted teeth. He grabbed Yoon Song-ah’s neck and pulled her up, urinating like a dog in heat. They kissed, as if possessed or drawn to each other. The hot, sticky flesh was another taste. A slightly soft and warm taste. They spat out, ate, vomited, and swallowed their messy, tangled saliva, rubbing their tongues freely, while their urethral openings remained open, and urine splashed out.
They intertwined their tongues until the dragon, spewing amber streams, lost its strength and collapsed its head.
It was the first time he had ever kissed while urinating.
He had another first experience.
Damn it.
He took a quick shower in the shower room attached to the office. After washing her hair, she glared at him, telling him not to touch her, but she didn’t push him away.
His powerful urine stream had ruined his pink shirt, so he changed into a black shirt from the office. Since he had stripped her naked and spread her legs from the start, Yoon Song-ah’s clothes were relatively unscathed.
In the car heading to her house, Yoon Song-ah smelled of his perfume. He had sprayed his perfume on her, worried about the smell of sex, and she hadn’t refused. The car smelled of a subtle blend of familiar shampoo and perfume. Or rather, it was familiar, but it felt somewhat unfamiliar on her.
“Hey, re-applicant. When are you going to study?”
“When you don’t... when we don’t fuck, I’ll study.”
“You never give up on a comeback.”
“......”
“Are you glaring at me?”
“Something like that.”
“Cute, damn it.”
She looked at him as if asking if he had lost his mind. When she first came to the office, she was so flustered that she couldn’t even speak properly, but now that she had a rough idea of what kind of man he was, she was doing whatever she wanted. She ignored him when she wanted to, and she retorted when she wanted to. She was properly arguing back.
“What if I suddenly show up and say I’m pregnant?”
“If that was a concern, I wouldn’t have tasted your pussy in the first place.”
“...You really say that. Forget it. Never mind.”
“Every woman who spreads her legs begs me to cum inside, so it’s become a habit.”
She was trying to figure out if he was joking or serious. When he smiled at her, she frowned. It was a look that said she hated it even if it was a joke, and she absolutely detested it if it was serious.
“...I have nothing to say. It’s less painful for me to take care of contraception myself.”
Aside from that, there was no other reaction, only a look of disgust at his behavior.
“Just so you know, I’m warning you, once I’ve stamped you with my dick, the contract is valid until someone dies. If you want to break it, put your neck on the line, kid.”
He preemptively struck, anticipating that she might whine about wanting to end it all after a few more sexual encounters.
He drove the point home, making it clear that she shouldn’t even think about backing out after making his dick this way.
“Why are you so quiet?”
“What would change if I said I didn’t like it? You’ve already decided everything and are just pushing me.”
Her tone was resigned, as if she had given up on persuading him long ago. It seemed close to resignation. He chuckled slightly at her despair. Now, he seemed to understand Yoon Song-ah’s character. She didn’t waste energy on things that had no chance of success. In other words, she knew how to suppress her emotions with reason.
She didn’t bother knocking on walls she couldn’t climb. But the fact that she had come to him meant she was desperate and sick of this situation. Her desperation meant he could manipulate her more easily. And he found considerable pleasure in watching her like that.
Yoon Song-ah hesitated, unusually fidgeting with her lips, as if she had something else to say. He wasn’t one to miss such a thing.
“Spit it out. Oppa’s listening.”
“What ‘oppa’?”
She muttered to herself, her cheeks flushed. After all that thrusting, pounding, and shaking, her body was bound to be hot.
“So, what did you want to say?”
“...Could you keep this a secret from Jin-han oppa?”
Just when she seemed to be unusually polite, she brought up Kim Jin-han’s name.
“Damn it. What’s with the age difference? One’s ‘oppa,’ the other’s... but what do you want me to keep secret?”
“This. What we’re doing.”
“What are we doing?”
“...Why do you keep asking when you know?”
“Why do I keep asking when I know? I’m telling you to speak clearly. Damn it...”
You bitch. The vulgar curse was about to slip out automatically. Jong-seop barely swallowed the rest of the words. Restraint in front of someone, consideration for someone, that didn’t suit Kim Jong-seop. He only watched his mouth in front of his big brother. He scoffed at the idea of being considerate of this tiny, twenty-year-old girl.
He had planned to keep her by his side for her amazing compatibility, using her as a receptacle for his semen whenever he was horny. But he kept being drawn to her, and he didn’t know why. Was it just physical attraction? Physical attraction. It was a funny word. He had fucked so much he was numb, but there wasn’t a single woman he could call a “fuck buddy.”
He had never been attached enough to keep a woman by his side, nor had he had a regular partner, nor had he ever been so tormented by the desire to fuck a specific woman.
Women came to him more easily than grains of sand, and he could open and close his fist without regret, knowing that a new handful of sand would always come.
Was it because their compatibility was so good it made his dick flip? Well, he admitted their compatibility was amazing...
He had done all sorts of dirty deeds, but he had never chased after a woman because of sex. There was no history in his life of doing anything other than fucking with a woman in the same space.
He parked the car roughly in an alley and unfastened his seatbelt. She glanced at him, asking if he was coming in too. Damn it, she was cute.
“Do you think I came all this way just to be your chauffeur?”
Judging by her not immediately refusing, she didn’t seem keen on going up alone.
“Did Yoon Hyung-woo come to your house?”
She immediately turned to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He smirked. There was a lot to be surprised about. It was obvious what had happened.
“What are you waiting for? Lead the way.”
She hesitated for a moment, looking displeased, then got out of the car. Jong-seop followed her up the stairs. She walked so strangely up the stairs. She was so small, she took tiny steps.
Her cashmere skirt swayed at her ankles. And then, as she climbed the stairs, her plump, rice cake-like buttocks swayed, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Not just her buttocks, but her prim back. Her round head and slender waist. He knew that women, unlike him, had delicate lines and small frames, but he couldn’t help but look. He knew, but he looked anyway. He knew, but he did.
Song-ah felt the heat of Kim Jong-seop’s gaze on her back as she walked, and she had to resist the urge to turn around. She was afraid he would mock her for looking. Being with this man made her realize that turning her thoughts into actions required immense courage.
“What’s this?”
Song-ah found a paper bag hanging on the doorknob.
She opened the bag and looked inside. It was pig’s feet. Ah, Kim Jin-han. He had come by. He must have called, but with Kim Jong-seop standing behind her, she couldn’t take out her phone.
Song-ah opened the front door with the paper bag.
The house was a mess, clearly showing signs of a recent disturbance. She pushed the scattered books to one side and placed the paper bag on the kitchen table, which faced the living room.
He wasn’t going to stay here, was he? She had come up with him because she was worried Yoon Hyung-woo might still be there, but now she was worried he might stay. Glancing back, she saw Kim Jong-seop picking up the clothes scattered by Yoon Hyung-woo’s kicks. He didn’t seem to be leaving.
Was it better to send him away and face Yoon Hyung-woo? Or if Lee Sang-heon came back... or if Yoon Hyung-woo’s other boyfriend, who had reached out to her, came looking for her?
None of them were good options, but she didn’t know why she had gone to this man. For her, Yoon Hyung-woo was the worst. If she had to choose the slightly less harmful one... she couldn’t even say for sure. In the long run, that crazy bastard might ruin her life even more.
She didn’t know why she had gone to Kim Jong-seop, begging him to save her from this shitty situation.
She hadn’t spoken the words, but it was no different from begging. So, she had thrown her body away like an old shoe. It was also true that she had no other solution for her thorny future.
When her mind went blank and her body was pushed to its limits, her brain adjusted and led her to the most rational choice. There was no other explanation.
The man sat down on the chair at the table, placed his cigarette case and metal lighter on the table, and skillfully took out a cigarette. Why did all the men who came to this house have to smoke?
Song-ah tried to tidy her cup, which Yoon Hyung-woo had used as an ashtray, but Kim Jong-seop flicked his ashes into it.
“Let’s call the guys in the morning and get the door lock changed.”
In the morning?
“Are you staying here?”
“Then should I leave in the middle of the night? I just finished pleasuring your hole, and I’m just sitting down?”
Anyone would think she had begged him to fuck her. Forget it.
She had taken a quick shower, but she didn’t have the appetite to eat pig’s feet, and the smell was too much. With the man there, her actions felt unnatural, and she kept looking around, wondering what to do.
“Look at the state of this house. What do you do here?”
“Study.”
“Bullshit. Someone who only studies has their books trampled like this?”
“Yoon Hyung-woo trampled them, not me. Lee Sang-heon trampled them before that.”
The man mentioned her painful past so casually that she spoke just as casually. As if it were nothing.
“Anyone else trampled them?”
“...No. Not yet.”
A brief silence fell.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“Ah, you can have the pig’s feet...”
“They’re probably cold. Come here and suck my dick. My meat is warm and tasty.”
Who was the one talking nonsense?
“...Even after what you did earlier?”
The man had pissed on her body and then fucked her twice more. That stubborn dragon, showing no signs of shrinking, had finally been stuffed into his drawers while still erect. So, there was a high probability that it was still erect.
What did he eat to keep his cock so hard all the time?
This was why she had come to this house.
“Do you prefer me opening your pussy or sucking your dick?”
“...Both...”
“Even if you like both, pick one. I’m okay with doing both, but I’m worried about hurting our baby again.”
He grinned, his head tilting slightly, conveying that she had no choice, it was an order.
She imagined Lee Sang-heon getting beaten up by him. She imagined Yoon Hyung-woo being dragged away, thrown in jail, and stripped of all his assets, left penniless. For her, these were the only comforts she could get from having sex with this man.
This man had the power to do it. No, only this man could.
Remembering the countless physical and psychological assaults her grandfather had inflicted on her, the abuse that had been ongoing under the guise of family ties, and the days she had been beaten by Yoon Hyung-woo and his lovers, Song-ah knelt between Kim Jong-seop’s legs. Only this man could get rid of Yoon Hyung-woo and Lee Sang-heon for her.
“Take off your bra.”
He asked her to prepare a meal, then demanded that she set the entire table. Should she just hit him now?
She ended the dangerous desire with only an imagination.
“I’m going to cum on your tits, so take it off. You have big, pretty milkers, why are you being shy?”
Song-ah took off her top and bra and prepared to suck his dick, half-naked.
“When you have a baby later, you won’t have to worry about it starving with those big milkers.”
“Having big breasts doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll have a lot of milk.”
“Yes, how dare I, in my ignorance, lecture a re-applicant.”
The spiteful mockery left her speechless.
Suppressing her tears, she lowered his drawers, and his thick member sprang out into the air.
She grasped the dragon, which seemed ready to devour anything in its path, with both hands and stroked it up and down.
She lightly touched the dragon tattoo. The dragon’s head, armed with raised, bumpy veins, was held high in a threatening manner. What kind of mind would think of tattooing their dick?
Normally, if it went soft, the dragon would shrink, but because it was originally so large, even when limp, the dragon still stood majestically between his legs. More than that...
While her lower hole was muscular enough to accommodate a baby’s head, her mouth was not. It could easily tear, so sucking on it was out of the question. But Kim Jong-seop wouldn’t tell her to stop, and she had no other way to escape.
He saw her stunned expression but didn’t bat an eye, simply smoking his cigarette while looking down at her.
“If you suck half-heartedly, you’re going straight to pussy duty.”
Even his threats were so like him.
Song-ah stuck out her tongue and wiped the urethral opening, which was dripping with drool like a newborn. The spongy, soft glans looked like a wide awning crowning the top of a dick stake. The erect pillar between his thighs, like a delinquent craving color, nodded its head, standing crookedly.
Song-ah pushed the fire-headed glans into her mouth and swirled her tongue, while her hands moved up and down the shaft from the base to halfway up. Without that, there was no way to properly caress this maddeningly thick cock.
His dick, swollen with copulation desire, pressed against her throat, demanding to be sucked harder. She tightened her mouth, squeezing the semen launcher that was already spraying thick fluids, and sucked with her jaw.
“Ugh, ung.”
She repeatedly sucked the glans ring, using her palate to chew and grind, and tried her best to handle it with her hands, but he looked displeased.
She hadn’t seen any scenes of a man’s cock being sucked in the porn she had watched earlier, so she had no idea how to do it.
Usually, this was done before insertion, so if her hunch was correct, the beginning of that video probably had a scene of a man’s cock being thoroughly sucked.
She was starting to feel like she was going crazy with these thoughts.
Even as she took it fully into her mouth and bobbed her head, more than half of the dragon’s body, decorating his cock, remained. Song-ah ran her hand down the dick shaft, which was tattooed black as if lacquered, then stroked it back up from near the tail.
She wondered what kind of mind would tattoo their genitals. Of course, she was curious, but she didn’t want to know. It was either crazy or had been crazy, one of the two.
“Ugh, ung, aheueung, heueung...”
Trying to breathe with her mouth full of cock, she automatically made nasal sounds. She was no different from the woman in the porn she had watched earlier. Even as she felt the full weight of her misery, the moans that burst out like a buzzer were irresistible.
“Suck it properly, like you’re eating with your pussy... never mind. Open your tits.”
“...What are you going to do...”
“Am I going to tear your tits off? Come closer.”
“......”
“Damn it, this is difficult. Can you please spread them?”
He was teasing, but she could tell that the man’s patience, fueled by excitement, was running thin. If that patience ran out, they would start pissing on each other and engaging in filthy copulation. Not wanting to be pushed to the edge of a cliff again, Song-ah reluctantly grabbed the lifeline he offered.
“Rub it gently, like your tits are your pussy. Should I show you some porn?”
“No, it’s okay.”
Opening the deep valley of her breasts, where the large mounds of flesh were folded together, sweat flowed down like a waterfall. Song-ah spread her heaving breasts apart like splitting two watermelons and placed his cock deep between them from below. The magnificent rod, drawn to her breast house like a magnet, stuck to her chest, and then the dragon’s head clung tightly.
“Hey, hey. The semen’s all dripping out. What a waste. Why aren’t you sucking it properly? Any other woman would be pushing their pussy forward, trying to get pregnant.”
The glans, protruding from the valley of her breasts, tapped her lips, drizzling them with dick juice syrup. She was hit by the vulgar whip.
Song-ah bit the curve of the glans, which was barely protruding. The large, round glans, like boxing gloves, finally filled her mouth and plunged into her throat. It shot out bee stings like a bee rushing for honey. Then, he started pushing his semen sack, swinging his cock like a rutting dog shaking a roast. Her throat became bumpy, as if the roast’s uneven surface was about to burst, from the relentless thrusting that seemed to be carving the cock’s convex and concave surfaces.
He thrust as if he were going to split her chest with his cock saw. It felt like Kim Jong-seop’s middle leg was endlessly sprinting towards her throat.
The thick cock shaft, even when still, couldn’t resist its own weight and leaped high, and with his hip thrusts added, it felt like she was going to suffocate.
“Ugh, ung! Ugh, heueung!”
She clawed at his thighs, enduring the thrusts that felt like a clubbing, as if she were being cauterized.
“What are you doing? Keep milking my cock with your tits. Squeeze, squeeze, that’s right.”
Even then, he demanded that she rub her breasts to shake his cock, a cruel request.
Just as she was about to tighten her esophagus, unable to bear it any longer, she noticed a subtle change. His rough, scattered breaths were one of the signs. The urine opening, which had been taking deep breaths in her throat, opened up on all sides as if it had been waiting. Song-ah swallowed the egg-like semen, which was shooting out like cannonballs, and then pulled out the large cock hammer that had been stuck in her mouth. She unconsciously licked the milky white lines that dripped down from her throat.
Cough, cough. Even after a long fit of coughing, there wasn’t much discharge on her tongue. He had kindly pushed it all down to her esophagus.
She kept her head buried on the floor for a long time, not moving, but then she noticed that it was quiet near her head.
Song-ah slowly raised her head and looked at the man.
Kim Jong-seop, while looking down at her, was smoking another cigarette, seemingly lost in thought. Kim Jong-seop was the one who had come, but Song-ah was the one staring at him with dazed eyes, her strength drained.
Without even taking a few puffs, he stubbed out the filter he was holding in a glass.
“Spread your pussy and lie face down.”
“Bu, but you said I only had to suck it!”
“You’re trying to get away with this? You’re using me, but you weren’t going to do this much? Were you just going to suck my dick a little and then stop?”
“...It’s not that, it’s just that you already came once.”
“If you’re this shocked by this much fucking, what are you going to do, then?”
“Ah, I did too much earlier, and now...”
“Here she goes again. Should I put some padding in your pussy so you’ll perk up?”
She was no match for the man’s stamina, strength, and persistence. If she took another round down there, she really wouldn’t be able to go to her academy tomorrow. Song-ah resented Yoon Hyung-woo.
Kim Jong-seop was another form of punishment that Yoon Hyung-woo had given her. It felt like that.
If it hadn’t been for Yoon Hyung-woo, she wouldn’t have met Kim Jong-seop, wouldn’t have sought him out. But regretting it wouldn’t change anything. The time spent wallowing in regret would just be wasted.
Song-ah finally pulled up her skirt, lowered her panties, and raised her buttocks. A position only possible by lying flat on the floor. Humiliation was automatically involved. His view would show not only her pussy but also the wrinkles of her back hole.
“Spread your back hole.”
“No, I don’t want to!”
“I won’t penetrate it. You were making such a fuss about not wanting to get pregnant.”
He masturbated himself, driving himself to climax. Glancing back, she saw him aggressively pulling and covering his foreskin, trying to finish as quickly as possible.
“If you don’t spread it properly with both hands, I’ll paint your belly with semen again, baby.”
Slap! He slapped her ass hard. It left a handprint, but it wasn’t a painful slap. She just clamped her mouth shut, feeling resentful.
Sniff, sniff. She seemed to be swallowing her tears, but unable to resist his coercion, she opened her butt cheeks wide with both hands. Between the deep valley of her buttocks, as deep as the valley of her breasts, the dark cave, sunken like a cliff, opened its wrinkles primly. The back hole, forced open, breathed, its wrinkles stretching and contracting like a spring, performing a tight, rippling motion.
He aimed his seed at the black entrance, layered with thin, pastry-like wrinkles, and shot. The milk cannon entered the other semen-receiving hole, which served a different purpose than the vaginal opening, as if it liked it there. Half of it went inside, and the other half was poured onto the wrinkles.
She felt the lukewarm liquid messily soaking her back hole, and her anal sphincter contracted even faster, blooming a pale, white semen flower. What is this, it’s so lewd, cute. He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue and suck it.
He touched her back hole, which was dripping with clotted semen like saliva, and aimed his launcher at her vagina to shoot the remaining seed. Without asking for permission, he pushed it deep into her vagina, which was twitching as if possessed. His robber dick immediately aimed its glans hammer at her vaginal G-spot.
“Ah! You said you wouldn’t put it in, ung! Aah!”
The hole, recently coated with his dick juices, swallowed the thieving glans with renewed ease. He intended to drench her clam stew with semen milk.
Violating and opening her vaginal door, and tearing open her cervix, he finally poured his seed towards her womb. Even as he came, he shook his dick like a rutting dog, focusing on his hip thrusts. Grabbing her pelvis with both hands, he pounded his dick club like driving in nails. Every time his dick bobbed like a tumbler, the raw hole enveloping it from all sides sucked him in amazingly. He writhed silently from an orgasm that felt like his head was splitting open and flipping inside out.
“Aheung! Haaht, ung! Aah!”
His dick thrashed in her birth canal like water spraying from a runaway hose.
While spraying clumps of seed, he slowly pulled out, carefully coating her vulva. With his unusually large semen volume, he had more than enough to generously drench both her spread vagina and wrinkled back hole.
As he pulled his glans out of her thick, swollen clam doors, bboop-bboo-roo-bboop-bboop, her semen-filled vagina released milky white bubbles, spewing semen foam.
He didn’t forget to directly scrape and rub her sensitive vaginal wrinkles as he pulled out his glans. Then, the opening at the meeting point of her two clam shells twitched, and she even released clam juice like a dog, while lying face down. He washed his bobbing dragon under the natural waterfall that poured down with a large drop.
Vaginal fluid poured out in torrents along the delicate lines of the dragon tattoo. The clear vaginal fluid mixed with semen milk, creating a mishmash, making it look like she was releasing semen water.
“Haeueung! Ah! Aheuh!”
Damn it, watching the waterfall cascading from the tip of her clam valley was unbelievably hot. An urge to fuck her again surged over him, like a tidal wave. His inexhaustible stamina, no matter how much he fucked, tormented him. He never thought he would feel this kind of torment again. Maybe it was when he was just twenty, those raw emotions of a time when he was boiling and uncontrollable, before he had even learned self-control.
“Your clam’s leaking water. Lift your pussy more.”
“Hueuh... heut...”
“Just think of oppa as a toilet and piss.”
“Heueuh, di, rty, heut, ah, that, simi, aheung, eung. Han, aah!”
What, you’re saying I’m as dirty as a toilet? Jong-seop burst out laughing. Even in this situation, she was talking back.
“Yeah, thanks for the compliment. I’ll engrave it deeply. I might even engrave that on the remaining space for tattoos on my dick.”
She cursed, calling him a crazy bastard and other names, even as she moaned. He, however, just touched her plump, juicy clam meat, suppressing his still-lingering lust.
It was quite a sight, every inch of her cunt house covered in semen.
Both her front and back were soaked with his marks.
Jong-seop admired the large clumps of white goo cascading down from her butt crack to her pussy.
He felt like he wouldn’t be satisfied until he filled her front and back with his.
His eyes fell on the unopened bag of pig’s feet.
He finally felt his fatigue dissipate after pouring the remaining semen over her.
Looking at her round head, which was silently huffing, he could tell she was in a bad mood. Now, he seemed to have a rough idea of her state just by looking at the back of her head.
Then, he suddenly remembered the scar on Yoon Song-ah’s wrist. He turned Song-ah, who was limp from exhaustion, to face him. And he smiled, creasing his eyes. It was his signature move, his eye smile.
“Don’t even think about hanging yourself. I’ll chase you to hell.”
“Hueuh... heu...”
“Shall we eat some pig’s feet?”
“...Crazy bastard.”
“I’m full just from eating your pussy, but you probably aren’t. You didn’t eat much dick either.”
“Mi, mad, heut, man.”
“Okay, okay, that’s enough compliments for Kim Jong-seop. Let’s eat together. I’m hungry too, now that I’ve come.”
Jong-seop finally felt like he could enjoy his cigarette. Seeing her get up awkwardly, with semen dripping from her ass hole, made him horny again. He particularly liked how her thick pubic hair clumped together like soybean powder when he poured semen on it.
He thought about watching her pubic hair and jerking off, but if he followed her into the bathroom, she looked like she would pour gasoline on his face. But why was he laughing? It was driving him crazy.
Song-ah lifted the blanket, her body aching. Why wasn’t this man going home and sleeping? With his broad back taking up most of the mattress, she was practically sleeping in his arms. She was uneasy about their skin constantly rubbing together, as Kim Jong-seop slept without his shirt.
“......”
She tossed and turned, then turned to face him, glaring at him. She seriously considered slapping him while he was asleep. She stared at his flawless cheeks for a long time. As she glared at his cheeks, trying to decide whether to slap him, her gaze moved to his features.
His smooth lips, without a trace of dead skin, were as red as azaleas. Even though he was a man, he had long eyelashes. That crazy bastard had everything good. His face had found the wrong owner. To use that face in such a way.
If his big dick had found the right owner, he would be giving his wife orgasms and raising sons and daughters, living happily. He had everything good, but he used it like a hooligan.
“Such a waste of a face.”
What kind of exercise did he do to have such a build? He wasn’t a flying squirrel, but he looked like he could fly with his latissimus dorsi muscles. Who was he trying to kill with that body?
Come to think of it, the man had a pretty good voice. Not too high, not too low, a perfect example of a medium-low voice. The right amount of low-pitched resonance, a pleasant, deep resonance, his voice was a waste.
Everything about his behavior was a waste.
Song-ah, who had been quietly staring at Jong-seop, was startled by a whining sound from the floor. She buried her face in the pillow, like someone caught secretly watching.
She pretended not to notice and stayed still, but she felt movement next to her. He received a call on his phone and finally answered after a while. His eyes were still closed.
His sleep-roughened voice came out low.
“You fucking bastard. Why are you calling and yelling so early in the morning?”
A quiet male voice came from the other side of the receiver in the silent room.
“What do you want me to do?”
He made a somewhat loud, angry sound.
“Do you think I wouldn’t have gone if I wasn’t fucking? You, you fucking bastard, you told me to go. Did you call to check on me this early in the morning? Instead of talking shit, suck your own dick. If you don’t like that, jerk off.”
The other person was still yelling. But Jong-seop cutting off the call was just like him. He simply threw it, and the phone flew and hit the wall.
“What’s wrong with you? Can’t you sleep because you’re looking at my face? Are you so excited that your pussy is itching?”
“How can I sleep with you like this next to me...”
“Come here. If you’re not going to sleep, let’s play with your nipples.”
Wasn’t he sleeping with his eyes closed? He reached out and ripped open her t-shirt, immediately fondling her breasts. Helplessly dragged along, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.
What should she do about this situation?
She brought a crazy bastard into her house to avoid her enemies.
“I think I’m going to piss.”
“Go to the bathroom then.”
“Shall we have a round before I take a piss?”
He asked, not even fully awake, and his pants were stained with a bulge that looked like it would burst.
Chul-woo had said in passing that men naturally get hard in the morning, regardless of their sex drive. That it was just a natural physiological phenomenon. She couldn’t tell if Kim Jong-seop’s was due to sex drive or a natural morning phenomenon. She had a headache.
“...My head hurts.”
“When your head hurts, fucking helps. If you haven’t come yet, you can come while eating my son, like yesterday.”
Son? He seemed to be referring to his cock. Crazy bastard.
“Stop talking nonsense and go home.”
He slowly opened his eyes, his dark brown eyes languidly drunk. He wasn’t even fully awake, but what was he...
“Did you hate hearing my whining? Was your little clam wet all night?”
“This damn...”
The man snickered as if he were deliberately trying to drive her mad.
“It felt damn good, didn’t it? Aren’t you hungry? Should we eat something?”
“Maybe order some delivery food.”
“What delivery before a meal? Don’t you have soup? Just bring me whatever you’ve got. Spit it out if you want—I don’t care. I’ll be back soon.”
“...”
“What now? Why that face?”
Song-ah stared down at him for a long moment, her oversized t-shirt riding up to expose her chest. He pinched her nipple, which had grown red and swollen after a night of torment. The nub stood out like a berry, raw and inflamed.
“...I was just wondering—if someone like you exists, how is it even possible for me to feel this way? Like I can’t even handle myself anymore.”
Her sigh carried the weight of resignation.
She decided not to beat around the bush and laid it all out. In response, he stopped his teasing banter and looked up at her. Though he seemed somewhat languid and indifferent, his gaze scrutinized her features quietly, almost analytically.
Even Yoon Hyung-woo, in his own twisted way, could argue logically and maintain a semblance of conversation—though he never listened to what she said. But with this man, there was no logic, no common sense. It felt like talking to a wall.
“I’ve never stripped like this in front of anyone before—it’s ridiculous.”
Because of him, she hadn’t slept a wink last night, tossing and turning on that cramped mattress while he sprawled out and trapped her here. She felt like a slave bound by invisible chains, unable to cover herself or escape his grip.
“You barge in here acting like the landlord. What am I supposed to do when you just lie down and sleep?”
Song-ah muttered her protest, but fatigue weighed her down. Her body felt limp, her condition terrible, and having him here spouting nonsense only made her more irritated.
Being stripped by someone like Sang-heon would’ve been revolting enough, but being here with this lunatic somehow felt... acceptable. She found herself accepting the situation despite knowing full well that he was capable of far worse if he wanted to. She swallowed her resentment, hoping he wouldn’t push further.
This man stained her, warped her reality, and yet somehow made her normalize it all.
Honestly, she felt close to giving up.
“Master of the house, my face is going to wear out from all this staring.”
“...There’s nothing to eat here. Go buy something.”
Ignoring her words completely, he rose lazily like an animal waking from hibernation, adjusted himself, and headed into the bathroom.
When he emerged from the shower, he took a spoonful of the strange egg soup floating in murky water, then immediately set the spoon down. Instead of swallowing, he spat the broth back into the bowl. Grabbing a couple of tissues, he wiped his hands carelessly and then roughly wiped his lips. His red lips pressed together under the motion before parting again. The discarded tissue on the table reminded her painfully of herself.
“If I’m going to live with you, I need to hire help.”
After saying that, he answered a phone call and shuffled out of the house. It seemed like he was heading to work. Peering out the window, she saw the same black sedan from before waiting for him. He climbed into the backseat.
Song-ah stared blankly at the upgraded smart lock Kim Jong-seop had installed.
The door had two locks, one inside and one outside. If locked from the inside, the outer lock couldn’t open the door. Plus, there was a CCTV camera above the gate.
The man who’d finished installing it had warned her:
“If you try to pull any stunts on me using this, know that I’ll tear the entire door off its hinges.”
His threat lingered heavily in her mind: if she didn’t open the door promptly whenever he visited, neither the door nor the house would remain intact.
Dressed in a black shirt, slacks, and a watch—the same outfit he wore when he first entered the house—he paused at the doorway and turned back. Anyone glancing at him might easily mistake him for harmless based on his appearance alone. They wouldn’t see the truth beneath, just as she once hadn’t.
“Ah.”
Song-ah hesitated as she noticed the strangely serious look on his face while halfway closing the door.
“Wanna suck me off before I go…?”
With a firm click, Song-ah shut the door, cutting off his crude remark. Kim Jong-seop’s newly installed lock beeped as it automatically secured. He didn’t press the doorbell again. Though no laughter followed, it echoed in her ears nonetheless.
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