08. Prominence

Like an animal, the doggy style position, with her rear raised, pressed down on her with more shame than pain.

“Kim, Jong, huh! Ahh!”

“Spread your hole wider. I’m going to rub my cock in it real nice.”

“Ugh! Ahh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahh!”

“Ah, pretty, I need to get this out first.”

“Ugh! Ahh! Ugh! No, ahh!”

“You’re not done yet? Okay, I’ll drill you some more. What, you need to pee? Ready to take my piss?”

“Ugh, ugh, ahh! No, I don’t, ugh!”

“You’re not a virgin anymore, stop acting up. I have a question, baby.”

What more nonsense was he going to spout? Song-ah swallowed the words she couldn’t bring herself to say and just groaned incoherently. Her lips parted involuntarily, drool dripping from between her teeth. She felt like she was giving birth, lying on her stomach, rear raised. Not to a newborn, but to a baby several months old.

In her extreme state, greasy droplets flowed from her repeatedly twitching hole. It was his semen, already splattered inside her. There was nowhere his semen hadn’t been. Her ass, her breasts, her labia. Her armpits, her face, her pubic hair. There was nowhere his scent didn’t linger.

“Does Kim Jin-han know your pussy gets darker when I fuck you? Ah, Kim Jin-han doesn’t know how good your pussy tastes yet, does he?”

His bare cock parted the thicket of her pubic hair, opening the way for his re-entry.

The dragon, fully aroused, raised its head and surged forward. Just thinking of that grotesquely large dragon tattoo on his cock made Song-ah shudder with fear, even as she took him inside her.

Song-ah bit her lip as his cock thrust deep, pounding against her cervix.

He had already come once with the doggy style, but now he was thrusting into her from behind again. If her rear slipped even slightly, he would hook his fingers into the folds of her ass and pull her back up.

“This hole of yours is always looking for another cock as soon as I leave it empty. Don’t think I don’t know who you’re seeing.”

Even as she shook her head, his cock slid deep inside, plunging into her G-spot, determined to reach its climax. The massive ring rammed into her, thrusting and pounding relentlessly.

The cock ring climbed the hill of her cervix with tremendous force, and the wide head of his cock scraped down the slope of her vagina. The endless repetition loosened her bladder, and she squirted amber liquid like a dog, even as her rear was raised. It was a vaginal ecstasy incomparable to the clitoral orgasm, the stamina of his cock reaching its peak as it pounded against her cervix. The relentlessness of his cock, stabbing only at her core, made it impossible to withstand this madman.

It was like riding in a sports car speeding down the autobahn. No lull, only constant peaks.

“Ugh! Woo-ah, ahh! Ugh! Ah!”

A torrent of urine erupted, threatening to drill a hole through the floor.

He, however, focused on punishing the path of childbirth with his cock.

“You even piss so deliciously. You don’t know how warm you are, do you? Ah, of course, you’ve had mine too.”

Eventually, her rear collapsed, and he turned her to face him. Even though she knew he wanted her to lean on him instead of the sheet, she couldn’t help but obey.

Song-ah hugged the sweaty man, feeling both disgust and orgasm at the same time.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ah, ahh!”

As if trying to empty her bladder completely, her urethra gaped open and urine squirted out, against her will. It was irresistible, his cock pounding and grinding, even shattering her bladder. Unlike her mind, her waterhole, receiving the megaton-sized sphere, felt a tingling, delicious sensation. She couldn’t believe that urination and orgasm could be the same thing.

“You, you, ugh, ugh, damn, ugh, ah! Ahh!”

She had once read that the head of the cock was used to scoop out the semen of other men and plant its own seed for reproduction. Even though only his seed had entered her, Kim Jong-seop moved his head as if to scrape out every last drop of another man’s semen hidden in her vaginal walls.

He dipped the head of his cock into her vaginal well, scooping out the juices, then plunged it back in, drawing out more fluids. He drew out the ever-flowing clam broth, constantly replenishing it. When the drawing was done, the spraying would begin. Just the thought made her head spin.

The relentless thrusting, never tiring, would eventually break her. Even as she shook her head in denial, he took it as encouragement, focused on his brutal assault. He knew it all, and he laughed.

“Okay, okay. I’ll give you my milk now.”

The seed planter, which had been constantly thrusting between her mounds of hair, began to spray his raw milk in all directions. Song-ah grabbed his hair as he sprayed his semen like an animal, sucking on her breasts.

Ah, she blinked slowly, and the fluorescent light on the ceiling looked pitch black. The light was definitely on, but her vision was dark, as if the light had been completely extinguished, or perhaps there was something wrong with her eyes. She blinked repeatedly, her eyelids damp with dew. Only then, as she squirted the remaining urine, her clit twitching from the orgasm, did she realize that it was all an aftereffect of the orgasm.

She was lying with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, pissing yellow urine.

She felt like she had given up on being human, left with only the instincts of an animal living for reproduction.

She hated that her high concentration extended to sex. She even felt self-loathing when she realized that the tears flowing down her face were also due to uncontrollable pleasure. She wondered if this was what it meant to be tamed by the body.

She didn’t know who she should avoid or run away from anymore.

Despair, resignation, what more miserable words could she add?

After showering, she bleached the bathroom several times, wiped the floor, and scrubbed with a rag. He threw down the towel he had been using to dry his wet hair and clicked his tongue.

“Are you going to dig a hole in the floor and crawl into it?”

“How is my grandfather doing?”

“You have to do well for me to step in. Do you think I’d want to help you when you’re acting like this?”

“Lee Sang-heon won’t give up on me. He’s that kind of guy. Once he sets his sights on something, he has to have it. Yoon Hyung is even worse...”

“He set his sights on you?”

“If he had only set his sights on me, I wouldn’t be here... Don’t sleep here tonight, just go.”

She grabbed the rag she had been using and turned to go to the bathroom, but her wrist was caught. He was sitting on the chair, his long legs spread wide, wearing only his pants. She knew he would take even that off when he slept. She had barely managed to get him to put them back on after he tried to sleep without even his underwear.

“You just want sex, don’t you? Does my past matter to you?”

“Past.”

He chuckled at her words after a moment of silence.

“Looks like you had something pretty big in your past.”

“It’s not the future, is it?”

“Damn it, is this funny? Even Cha Geon-ju doesn’t make jokes this shitty.”

“Who’s Cha Geon-ju?”

“Never mind. Lee Sang-heon is that guy, right? The one who tried to fuck you.”

“Ah, was he the guy who came to the restaurant with you?”

“Don’t bother with him. He’s impotent. His dick’s broken, he can’t even fuck you.”

Judging by his expression, he seemed to be talking nonsense. The man, who was as handsome as Kim Jong-seop, didn’t seem to have such a big flaw. A man with such a fatal weakness wouldn’t be so relaxed.

“He didn’t look like that.”

“What do you know?”

“Okay, let go of me.”

Were they picking gangsters by their looks these days? She thought they only used good-looking employees as figureheads in hostess bars. Shaking off the idle thoughts, she took the rag and went into the bathroom to wash it. After roughly cleaning up, she walked up to him and stood in front of him.

“Stop changing the subject and answer my question. You said you’d take care of Yoon Hyung-woo if I slept with you. You promised, so why aren’t you keeping your promise? If I give you what you want, you should keep your promise too!”

“Ah, have we become ‘honey’ and ‘darling’ already?”

He was never serious. Everything was like this. He had no intention of listening to her willingly.

“Just go now. And I’m just going to quit everything. Yoon Hyung-woo, Lee Sang-heon, I’ll take care of myself from now on. Don’t come looking for me, and don’t touch me anymore.”

Her head ached, and she touched her forehead. It was hot, even though she didn’t have a cold.

She pushed him towards the door, telling him to leave, but he didn’t budge.

“You use me whenever you need me, then tell me to stop touching you when you’re done?”

“How is that just using me? I did everything you wanted. That should be enough.”

“You lift your ass, begging for my cock, and piss all over the place.”

“That’s because you forced me.”

“You should be grateful that I’m letting you pay me off with sex, with my valuable time. What? You want to quit?”

“Other women might like sleeping with you, but I don’t.”

She felt embarrassed even as she said it. She knew. Unlike her mind, her body, forcibly stimulated, sent out the opposite signals. Erect, ejaculating, wet.

But that was because of his experienced and skilled cock, not her own will.

If she said this directly, he would just laugh at her.

“Have sex with Lee Sang-heon in front of me.”

“What?”

“Then I’ll break that contract you’re talking about. I’m giving you a damn good deal.”

“You’re crazy.”

“That’s the only way to break it. And don’t bother hanging yourself. I’ve seen that too many times, it’s boring. Oh, and use some aphrodisiacs. That’ll be fun.”

“Fine. I’ll do it. So end this.”

Of course, she would rather bite off her tongue than do what he said. But she was also angry and said whatever came to mind. He was the type of person who would bring Lee Sang-heon over right now if she said she would do it. She was keeping all possibilities open, but he was silent. He just stared down at her with a frightening look for a long time.

Variables always create dangerous situations. This was a reaction she hadn’t anticipated. In other words, an unexpected variable.

She didn’t know what he was thinking, but it certainly wasn’t normal.

She trembled involuntarily with fear, but tried to maintain a poker face. He took another step closer. Was he going to strangle her? She was used to getting slapped, so she could handle that. Do whatever you want. I’ll take it. She closed her eyes tightly with a determined heart, but then something soft touched her lips.

When she opened her eyes in surprise, her waist was grabbed and the back of her head was cupped.

His thick tongue entered her mouth, which had parted involuntarily. She missed the timing to push him away in surprise. It was a kiss as rough and violent as sex.

It was like riding a wild horse that didn’t listen to its master. She struggled belatedly, but the more she did, the more her body was pulled towards him.

She didn’t know how to react to his unexpected reaction. Her mind went blank, as if her thinking system had stopped.

Song-ah fell asleep almost unconscious, then woke up in the early morning.

He was sleeping with his back pressed against her, his arm around her waist, so she was almost in his arms. She couldn’t move, afraid of waking him if she stirred, but she couldn’t go back to sleep either. She was in a dilemma.

There was nothing good for her if he woke up. All he did was sex, or sex, sex, sex. She needed to sleep now to avoid disrupting her schedule for tomorrow.

It was much more realistic and beneficial to just sleep a little more than to wake him up and kick him out.

Her head ached. She should just sleep.

She closed her eyes again. The room was quiet, with only the sound of her own breathing.

Looking back on the moments in her memory since she was born, she had never slept next to anyone. She was used to sleeping alone, and she wasn’t used to someone being next to her. Touching skin, pressing bodies together, seeing each other if they turned slightly, was this really comfortable?

Would it be more comfortable if they used a wider bed? Whether the mattress was wide or narrow, she was bothered by the fact that someone was next to her. This wasn’t why she went to him.

No matter how unpredictable life was, she didn’t think she would get her feet this deep in the mud. Song-ah flinched at his hand, which pulled her closer under her chest.

The man’s sleeping habit was to fondle her body. At first, she suspected that he was pretending to sleep, but that wasn’t the case. No matter how much of a Kim Jong-seop he was, he couldn’t pretend to sleep all night.

He wouldn’t let her wear pants, so she was only wearing a T-shirt and underwear, and their bodies were touching, so she couldn’t move. Moreover, he was completely naked. Song-ah had to stare at his drawers, which were scattered on the floor after being stripped off.

His cock touched her leg every time she moved slightly. His was so large in area and volume that it would have been strange if they hadn’t touched while being so close.

Come to think of it, she had seen bruises on his body when she was undressing in the shower earlier.

That meant something had happened yesterday, and that’s why he had those marks.

It was a needless worry. He was the type to beat someone up, not get beaten up.

Come to think of it, she had smelled blood when she entered this house earlier, even though his shirt and body looked clean.

...Whatever.

Let’s think about the problem I couldn’t solve earlier. Or let’s just sleep.

Her body was heavy, sinking like wet cotton, and she tried to sleep again, but she couldn’t fall asleep easily.

It was a tiring night in many ways.

“Ugh, ugh!”

As soon as he woke up, he sat her on top of him and had morning sex before even peeing.

Her two full breasts shook painfully. He was grabbing them with both hands and thrusting, making her even more disoriented.

She should have known from the way he slept completely naked. Song-ah had to pee, which had become even more concentrated after being condensed all night, while his cock was stuck between her folds. She spread her legs wide, like table legs, and shook her breasts.

“Ahh! Ugh! Ahh!”

Her bladder was probably full of urine residue from not going to the bathroom all night, and with his cock thrusting, she couldn’t hold it in.

“Ugh!”

“Does morning cock taste good? Shake your clam some more.”

“Here, how, ugh! Ahh! Ahh!”

As she lifted her butt slightly, a stream of amber liquid hit his abs and crotch, making a “chk, chk” sound. As his cock was half-pulled out, air burst out of her vagina, which had briefly become empty, making a strange sound. He reached his climax, getting a full blast of her urine.

He enjoyed his morning sex leisurely, ejaculating at the same time as his climax.

Only after a long time did he pull out his head and rub the remaining seed on her stomach. And just when she thought his urethra would open to the side, a powerful stream of his urine spurted out. The golden urine soaked her stomach and rose up to her breasts. Was it because it was morning? The stream that shot up to her neck was also dark in color. She never imagined she would have a warm morning shower in the middle of the house, not in the bathroom, and with Kim Jong-seop’s liquid.

Should I bite off my tongue now? As if telling her not to have such thoughts, his cock residue hit her breasts, which were full of flesh, with a “thwack, thwack.” Then, a strong stream rolled over her nipples.

“Ugh, ugh!”

She tried to block her nipples, which were being hit by the urine stream, but he grabbed her hand.

“Phew, touch my cock. Quickly.”

Jong-seop demanded that she touch his cock, which was releasing his morning urine.

As she touched his cock, which was shooting out a cannon relentlessly, she also released the remaining water.

Was it because it was morning? There was a lot of it. The orgasm was also deep. As she rubbed his cock, which was in the middle of a yellow water eruption, the urine fountain burst out more refreshingly. Ah, damn, it feels so good. Seeing her breasts, bigger than his head, as he peed in the morning made him feel like the fatigue from yesterday was gone.

“Ugh, ugh.”

“Do you like it?”

“Would I, ugh, like it?”

“Yeah. The sex was good. You peed well too.”

“Don’t, ugh, talk.”

The urine waterfall dripping from her erect nipples was quite a sight. When the discharge ended, the amount of discharge flowing down her nipples decreased. Only after leisurely enjoying that sight did he end the morning sex, which had been like a war.

She wondered when she would clean all this up, her eyes red from worry. He tapped her cheek, which showed clear signs of fatigue, and leisurely shook off the urine droplets and went into the bathroom.

He wondered why he felt so refreshed whenever he came to this house and saw her face.

He wondered if it was because he had satisfying sex, but the fact that he felt that way just by looking at her face was something to consider.

After showering her with urine, he must have been waiting for her to come in, as she didn’t make a sound until he finished. Eventually, unable to bear the stickiness, she entered.

Jong-seop chuckled as he grabbed her two watermelon-sized breasts and leisurely enjoyed his shower.

Last night, Cha Geon-ju had opened his eyes with ease. Knowing it was coming, yet still anxious, Jong-seop needed a place to relax and unwind.

Without thinking much, he left the hospital and came to this house. While drying his hair, he had a long call with Choi Si-baek, who was guarding the hospital room. The room was clean, as if it had been cleaned in the meantime. He could easily imagine how much she must have scrubbed the floor. She had even installed a washing machine, but regardless, he knew she would have scrubbed the already clean floor again and again. Typical Yoon Song-ah, he thought, but he couldn’t help feeling frustrated.

Why didn’t she just wipe everything he touched, including the doorknob, and erase even his fingerprints?

Tch, he clicked his tongue, grabbed some clothes she had piled up, and went to the kitchen.

Look at this, some strange thing that looked like soup or stew was on the table. Since she wouldn’t listen even if he tried to kick her out, she must have prepared this so he would eat quickly and leave.

She had changed her strategy. Since she wouldn’t budge even if he ignored her, she was trying to get him out of the house quickly by cooperating as much as possible. She chose practicality over emotional exhaustion. Instead of wasting energy on a pointless fight, she would rather give up a little of her territory and end the situation quickly.

He let out a hollow laugh. She was a clever woman, in a way.

“What’s this?”

“Kimchi stew. You said you didn’t want ramen. There’s nothing else to eat. If you don’t like it, go out and eat.”

That was basically telling him to leave. If he didn’t want to hear that, he should just take her to his place.

“Eat a lot. I have to go out, I don’t have time.”

“You should have said so earlier.”

“Did you ask? Anyway, you’re the one who’s trying to kick me out, aren’t you?”

As if he didn’t know she was scheming.

She, who had been silent as if she had been caught off guard, glanced at him as he buttoned his shirt.

“But why do you have those bruises? Your body isn’t a canvas, it’s all mottled...”

“I got into a fight while taking down the guy who messed with Cha Geon-ju. I have to go. That Choi Si-baek bastard has been calling me non-stop since I said I was coming. I’m going, damn it.”

Jong-seop didn’t even touch the unidentified food and put on his watch.

“But do you eat like this every day?”

“Why would I eat this? I only made it because someone said they would leave if they ate something.”

“You want me to eat something you wouldn’t even put in your mouth?”

“That’s why I told you to go out and eat.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

Jong-seop smiled and put on his shoes.

“Oh, I’ll be late today. Or maybe I won’t come at all. Our impotent friend is a little sick.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you can’t stand it, just masturbate. I saw some nice cucumbers in the fridge.”

After checking his appearance, he left the house, spewing nonsense.

As he went down the stairs, lighting a cigarette, Kim Jin-han was standing in front of the second-floor door. As if he already knew Jong-seop was coming down from the upper floor, he didn’t show any surprise even though they had suddenly met, and stood facing him as if he had been waiting.

“Uncle.”

“Oh, didn’t you go to school?”

“I graduated, Uncle.”

“Oh, did you? Study hard. Should I give you some pocket money, our pink balls?”

As he patted Jin-han’s well-groomed head and reached into his pocket for his wallet, Jin-han called him. He was serious, unlike usual, and set a serious tone.

“Did you sleep there last night? You don’t sleep well when your sleeping place changes, Uncle.”

“Are you now interfering with my sleeping arrangements?”

“Uncle, are you dating Song-ah?”

The question was as out of context as if he had picked up a book and started reading from the climax, skipping the beginning. Even though he asked without any context, Jong-seop folded the bills he had taken out casually and answered with an indifferent face.

“I don’t think so.”

“Then, you’re eating and sleeping at that house even though you’re not dating?”

“You’re meddling too much.”

There was a hint of annoyance in his answer. Yes, it was meddling.

As Jong-seop said, Jin-han wasn’t in a position to tell him what to do or not to do.

He had told Jong-seop every time they met that Yoon Song-ah was the woman he liked, how attractive and exciting she was. This was before Jong-seop knew Song-ah.

He had liked her first, and even told Jong-seop that she was the woman he had a crush on, so it was absurd to ask why he was going in and out of that house without saying anything to him. He wasn’t the type of person who had such manners, nor was he someone who could ask for consideration, and the other person had no obligation to do so.

But, but.

“Song-ah isn’t a woman you can just play with as you please, Uncle. I can’t tolerate you playing with her and throwing her away without taking responsibility. If you’re not serious, stop playing with her.”

It was a feeling separate from disappointment.

Jin-han didn’t care or have any reason to care about how Jong-seop played around with other women, but if that woman was Yoon Song-ah, the story was different.

Even though Jong-seop had practically taken him in when he was alone...

“Why? Are you afraid the woman you like will become a slut if I play with her and throw her away? Or are you afraid you’ll become step-brothers?”

“Damn it, Uncle!”

“You’re overstepping your boundaries, Kim Jin-han.”

“Don’t hurt Song-ah. If you do, I’ll really...”

“You’ll what, kill me?”

“Uncle.”

“You’re bothering me from the morning, huh? Don’t ask me, go ask Yoon Song-ah who was the one who came crying and begging first.”

Jong-seop tucked the folded bills between Jin-han’s collarbone and clothes and went down the stairs. Jong-seop lit his cigarette with the Zippo lighter he had seen at Song-ah’s house yesterday.

Jin-han, who had been staring blankly at him as he went down the stairs, smoking leisurely, looked up at the upper floor.

Song-ah looked at the seat next to her, stopping in the middle of solving a math problem.

She knew Jin-han’s purpose for going to the academy wasn’t studying, but his gaze, which was so openly directed at her, was burdensome. No, too much.

They hadn’t known each other for long, but they should have become a little more comfortable after facing each other this much. But he only pulled, and didn’t know how to push and pull to create space. She had been confessed to by other guys, but it was her first time being confessed to by one person nine times. A man who didn’t know how to express his feelings other than staring intently at the person he liked. Typical Jin-han.

She didn’t bother to acknowledge him even when she packed her books and left the academy.

They didn’t ask each other if they were going to eat, and she headed home without lunch.

“Do you have any debt?”

The question, asked after a long time of staring at her face, was somehow strange.

It was like someone who had been looking at fruits for a long time suddenly asking for fish.

“No.”

“Then did you borrow any money? Or are you short of money?”

“No. If I didn’t have money, I wouldn’t have moved here.”

“Then gambling... you wouldn’t do that.”

“Why are you suddenly asking me these things?”

“Do you have any weaknesses someone could exploit?”

Jin-han, who kept saying things she couldn’t understand, seemed different from usual.

“By whom?”

“I wonder. By whom?”

It was more like he was talking to himself than asking her.

In the end, it was Song-ah who stopped first. She had always known that something about him was a little off, but today his behavior crossed a line, irritating her more than usual.

He wasn’t someone who had ever overly sought her attention through manipulative push-and-pull tactics—until now. His actions today made it impossible to just brush aside.

“Oppa, is something wrong?”

“You probably know better than I do. I’m not trying to confront you or anything…”

After much deliberation, Jin-han seemed to have finally resolved to ask. His voice carried an air of determination as he spoke.

“What’s going on between you and Kim Jong-seop? No matter how much I think about it, I can’t figure out why you’d be involved with my uncle. You don’t owe money to loan sharks, you don’t work at a bar, and there’s no reason for you to be tangled up with gangsters.”

Though Jong-seop had asked her to keep their connection a secret, she knew it wouldn’t remain hidden forever.

Living in the same building with overlapping routines, she had anticipated that Jin-han would eventually find out. It had just happened sooner than she expected.

“Grandpa.”

Song-ah began speaking with a calmness that even surprised herself. She had mentally rehearsed this moment countless times, envisioning how it would unfold. Perhaps that’s why she sounded so composed as she revealed the truth about Yoon Hyung-woo.

“You’ve seen him before. Yoon Hyung-woo. It’s because of him. The Yoon from ‘In the Challenge’—that man is my grandfather.”

As if on cue, a loud honk echoed like a punchline.

The familiar car pulled up, its rear window rolling down. Peering out was Yoon Hyung-woo—the very man who had tormented her relentlessly for nearly two decades.

The root cause of all her troubles.

“Get in.”

Unlike in the past, when she would have obeyed his command without question, things were different now.

“I’m busy.”

Jin-han stood silently, watching the scene unfold with a blank expression.

Song-ah’s curt reply left Yoon Hyung-woo momentarily speechless. He simply stared at his granddaughter, his inscrutable gaze shifting naturally from her to Jin-han. Sensing the potential danger, Song-ah grew uneasy. If Yoon Hyung-woo became aware of Jin-han’s presence, nothing good could come of it.

“Who isn’t busy enough to come here? Get in.”

“I don’t think I said this last time, but stop coming around. From now on, I’ll live as though you don’t exist. Thanks for raising me, I guess. Most of those years were shitty, but at least you gave me a place to stay so I didn’t end up homeless. Let’s never see each other again, Grandpa. By the way, tell your lover I’m not into guys like Lee Sang-heon.”

She recalled what Kim Jong-seop had once said. Borrowing just one phrase from his crude vocabulary might be enough to twist Yoon Hyung-woo’s face into a grimace. What had he said again? Or rather, what would he say in this situation?

“Your face already looks like crap, but it’s especially dog-shit ugly. Not my type at all. Go suck on some old dog-shit grandpas instead.”

With brisk steps, Song-ah walked past Yoon Hyung-woo. Jin-han followed closely behind, quickening his pace to match hers.