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Song-ah busied herself washing dishes that kept piling up without pause.
Despite her insistence that she was fine, Jin-han had accompanied her to the small restaurant where she worked part-time. She had only told him that she met Kim Jong-seop through her grandfather but didn’t elaborate further. More accurately, she couldn’t bring herself to explain. Even if she tried to recount the tangled web of circumstances, it would feel like stabbing herself in the eye—pointless and painful.
She wasn’t obligated to divulge the details of her relationship with Jong-seop to Jin-han. Still, she understood his hurt feelings all too well.
Though she hadn’t said much about Jong-seop, Jin-han’s expression made it clear he assumed their connection wasn’t rooted in anything good.
“Song-ah, the dishes are done. Can you handle some serving?”
No sooner had she peeled off her rubber gloves after finishing the mountain of dishes than she was called out to the dining area.
She never thought physical labor suited her temperament, but when her mind was cluttered with thoughts, it helped. When her body was exhausted, her brain seemed to focus solely on enduring the physical strain, leaving no room for intrusive thoughts. Song-ah moved silently, delivering side dishes without a word.
But whenever she caught a moment to catch her breath, her mind inevitably filled with worries again. It was all because of the abnormal people surrounding her.
Why had he come back? It couldn’t be for any good reason.
She was a young woman, precisely the kind of “high-value asset” Yoon Hyung-woo needed for his operations. To him, young and pretty women were merely tools to seal deals—pouring drinks, flattering clients, and playing along whenever necessary.
As she mulled over possible reasons for his visit, one particularly plausible conclusion stood out among the rest.
But no matter which way she looked at it, the situation was bleak.
Even before leaving Yoon Hyung-woo’s house, she had anticipated this day would come.
It was past ten o’clock when she left the restaurant.
The spring breeze, now fully upon them, carried an unbearable loneliness.
That was why she never liked spring. It was the season when she lost her parents, bid farewell to her grandmother, and walked to school alone, burdened by memories. Spring had always been the season that left her feeling abandoned.
“Yoon Song-ah.”
Startled by the blaring honk, she raised her head, having been staring at her feet.
Could he have followed her here? Knowing Yoon Hyung-woo, it wouldn’t surprise her. Sure enough, his car came into view.
“Get in.”
“I already told you—”
“I have something to say. This is the last time I’ll wait for you.”
“What, are you going to kidnap me if I don’t get in?”
“That man earlier—your lover?”
“He has nothing to do with me.”
Hyung-woo, well aware of how easily hostages could manipulate her compliance, was likely prepared to exploit anyone close to her. If Jin-han proved uncooperative, he might move on to Yang Chul-woo or even old acquaintances she hadn’t contacted in years. Yoon Hyung-woo always got what he wanted, and this time, it seemed he intended to use her thoroughly.
“No matter what, I’m not going.”
“This is the last time. The final time I’ll ever come to you. If you just come quietly, I’ll never bother you again while I’m alive. Of course, if you cooperate, there won’t be any trouble for your boyfriend either.”
His offer, veiled as a threat, was undeniably tempting.
Never coming to find her again, never contacting her—it was exactly what she had longed for. To escape Yoon Hyung-woo’s world entirely.
“Who’s going to sell me off? Are you planning to lock me up in some ticket lounge and make me work there?”
She had learned something from Kim Jong-seop: the more desperate someone was, the longer their explanations became, and the more conditions they attached. Just as she had done when approaching Jong-seop.
“What’s so urgent that you’re acting this desperate?”
“It’s nothing big. You just sit quietly, pass the time, and leave.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“I told you. If you do this one thing without complaining, I’ll never come near you again. I’ll even make it a verbal contract if you want. You’ll never see my face again. It’s an important meeting, and having my granddaughter present will help boost my image. I’ve already bragged about how smart, kind, and beautiful you are. Introducing you as my granddaughter will give me some credibility. Isn’t this the least you can do for the grandfather who’s sheltered you all these years?”
Of course. That explained why he had quietly swept the Lee Sang-heon issue under the rug. He wanted something from her.
If she asked Jong-seop for help, he’d undoubtedly demand something in return. Requesting his protection would only lead to more conditions, more complications. From what she had seen, trusting Kim Jong-seop to be on her side was risky—he was just another man ready to exploit her weaknesses for his gain.
If this truly meant ending everything—if it meant freeing herself from dangerous men and reclaiming her life—it was an offer she couldn’t ignore.
It was desperate.
“I swear. If this goes well, you’ll never come near me again. Record it if you want.”
“You promise? You’ll never bother me or the people around me again. You’ll treat me as if I don’t exist.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll remove you from the family register. I promise. This is the last time.”
“I’m wearing these clothes. Don’t expect me to dress up like a doll or wear heels.”
“Your temper—you’re just like your dead grandmother.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m not much like you.”
“Just get in.”
As soon as she sat down, the car sped off. Familiar faces occupied the driver’s and passenger’s seats—guards from Yoon Hyung-woo’s establishments. Or rather, thugs she had grown accustomed to seeing around those places. Disgusting.
“There’s a tail.”
The buzz-cut thug in the driver’s seat glanced at the side mirror.
Sighing wearily, Yoon Hyung-woo rubbed his forehead.
“When things are about to go right, bad luck always interferes. Lose them.”
“We’ve been trying since earlier.”
“What’s so difficult? Is there someone even you can’t shake off? Get rid of them, no matter what.”
The car took off like a racehorse.
“No. I’m not going. Let me out.”
By the time they reached the VIP floor of the hotel restaurant, she realized who she was supposed to meet.
Slap! Her cheek stung. She hadn’t expected a simple dinner, but still—how could he? Thinking this was the end, she braced herself for worse. And yet, she knew deep down that there would always be deeper pits waiting for her.
“I didn’t say anything about meeting him ! If I’d known…”
She already knew that Yoon Hyung-woo supported certain politicians and had used women for lobbying purposes. She understood perfectly what it meant to be brought to such a meeting.
“Who asked you to sell your body? There are plenty of women around for that. Did I ever ask you to do such a thing? All you need to do is sit quietly and show your face. Don’t ruin a good setup. Just stay put and leave afterward.”
“Let me go. I…”
Slap! Another blow landed on her cheek, and her arm was grabbed tightly. The ringing in her ears drowned out everything else. Her head throbbed. Though she had been hit countless times before, today’s pain felt sharper, heavier. Her heart ached, and her entire body felt numb, as though bruised from within.
With her arm restrained, she was dragged inside.
The VIP room, sparsely populated, was perfect for hiding away from prying eyes. A place designed for secretive dealings. And if Yoon Hyung-woo was involved, it certainly wasn’t anything legal.
After everything with Yoon Hyung-woo, how foolish of her to believe in humanity again.
Though he hadn’t explicitly said it, his intentions were clear: using her to lobby influential figures he needed. Eventually, it would culminate in exactly that.
“One favor, and then you’ll never have to see my face again—the face you hate so much. Doesn’t sound like a bad deal, does it?”
No. It would never end with just this one time.
It wasn’t about trusting Yoon Hyung-woo. It was about believing, once again, that this man could change.
Her desperation to sever ties with him was overwhelming, her wish to never be entangled again so fervent that she ended up making yet another mistake. She knew all too well that in life, the more desperate side always lost, yet she remained the one with more urgent needs.
For a moment, she had forgotten that blood relations couldn’t simply be severed by wishing it so.
Both her cheek and her eyes throbbed from the slap. Her vision blurred as if holographic filters had been slapped on her sight—everything flickered like a malfunctioning TV screen. This was the aftermath of the beating.
As she glared at Yoon Hyung-woo, her sharp gaze cutting through the air like an arrowhead, the manager in charge of the VIP room approached and stood nearby.
Soon, Hyung-woo’s attention shifted elsewhere. Speaking in a calm voice as though nothing had happened, he terrified her with his ability to regulate emotions for the sake of business success. She prayed she hadn’t inherited even a shred of his nature.
“Why don’t you wear something nice, like a dress? What is this?”
Her comfortable elastic skirt and casual t-shirt seemed to infuriate him now.
“You usually dress well, but today of all days, you decide not to. Everything you do is so infuriating.”
“If you’re so dissatisfied, why didn’t you just bring one of your brothel-loving girlfriend’s girls instead of me?”
She knew she’d get hit for that remark, but this time, his raised hand froze mid-air. With visible red marks already forming on her face, causing further commotion would only draw unwanted attention, so he refrained. The fewer witnesses the better.
“Why can’t you ever follow a single instruction without arguing?”
“I’m not going in there. I don’t believe a word you say anymore.”
“This is unbelievable.”
“Is this really it? You’ll probably ask me to pour drinks, then send me to a hotel room after serving dinner. Isn’t the next step obvious? You’ll ask me to lobby with my body.”
“As if I’d lie when your little tantrum could ruin everything for me too. And even if I did ask you to do some lobbying, what’s so difficult about it? Didn’t you already sleep with that guy earlier? Isn’t that why you left home? Abandoning the grandfather who raised you for someone like that—what kind of talk is this? I planned to marry you off nicely, but look what you’ve done.”
It felt impossible to pinpoint where things had gone wrong. If she could have fixed it, she wouldn’t have left home or found herself standing here in the first place.
“I’m asking you to behave yourself. It’s for your own future. Use your brain for once. I have daughters, sons—I only have you as my blood relative. Where else will my wealth go? Stop arguing and just do as you’re told. In the end, it’s all going back to you anyway.”
“I don’t need your money. Stop spouting these disgusting lies. It’s all for your benefit, isn’t it? Who doesn’t see that?”
“You…”
As Song-ah argued with Hyung-woo, a familiar figure brushed past her. She recognized him immediately: the three-piece suit, the tattoo extending across his fingers. He looked less like staff and more like a guest—or perhaps the owner. He definitely seemed familiar…
The sound of footsteps caused Hyung-woo to glance briefly at the floor, irritation evident on his face.
Still held firmly by the arm, she couldn’t escape and was dragged into the room. Her vision hadn’t fully returned, but the scene inside was painfully clear.
“My apologies, Assemblyman Hyeon. My granddaughter happened to be nearby, so I brought her along to pay respects. Go ahead, introduce yourself. This is Assemblyman Hyeon Joong-hyuk.”
“If I’d known your granddaughter would come, we should’ve arranged a fancier venue.”
“Since she studies around here, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to bring her along. We can plan something better next time.”
Hyung-woo smoothed his hair back, busy securing impressions.
“Yes, she’s twenty this year—prime age. She takes after me, doesn’t she?”
“You flatter yourself.”
The cackling laughter made her dizzy.
She recalled the man who had passed by earlier. His cold, gray aura, sharp features, and oddly tidy demeanor—it all clicked suddenly.
“Choi Si-baek… So this is where Kim Jong-seop’s woman has been hiding?”
The name surfaced in her mind like a dam breaking open. Could it be him?
Mun-seong managed hotels across the country. Was this one of their properties? Whether it was or wasn’t, none of it mattered much right now; her head throbbed.
What did it matter if it was him? All she wanted was to leave this place, her temples pounding relentlessly.
“This business expansion owes much to your support. Strengthening our ties ensures I’ll have opportunities to assist you in the future.”
He sat silently, like a doll focused solely on its glass, while Hyung-woo sighed faintly.
“So, your granddaughter starts university next year?”
“She’s retaking exams, aiming for a top school. She’s always been ambitious, so I quietly support her from behind.”
Hyung-woo lied smoothly, his expression unchanged.
The assemblyman, who had been eyeing her intently, drained his sake cup before uttering something horrifying.
“Being young is good—it means she’s untainted. If I could turn back time, I’d return to those years myself. At twenty, she might even meet my second son. You didn’t call me here to arrange a remarriage, did you?”
“Haha,缘分 brings people together. What matters most is fate.”
“Next time, let’s include my son and have a proper meal.”
Now she understood his purpose. Like showcasing a prized possession, Hyung-woo presented her to the assemblyman, behaving like a nine-tailed fox eager to please.
“If things go well, she might become part of our family. Pouring drinks won’t be too much trouble, will it?”
“Oh, if you think of her as a potential daughter-in-law, what’s so hard about accepting a drink?”
This was insane. Now he was forcing her future into a binding contract?
Hyung-woo gestured toward the bottle, signaling her to pour. Did he truly think she’d believe this would be the last time? Shaking hands gripped the bottle, disbelief coursing through her.
Groggily, she poured the drink as Assemblyman Hyeon smiled contentedly.
“Your granddaughter has quite the figure, Mr. Yoon. Well-raised indeed.”
Fuck.
Unable to bear it any longer, Song-ah abruptly stood up, barely restraining herself from throwing the drink in Hyung-woo’s face.
“Miss Song-ah, next time…”
“I apologize. I didn’t realize the nature of this gathering. I don’t belong here, so I’ll excuse myself.”
“Yoon Song-ah. Where did you learn such impudence? Sit down.”
She fled the hotel, hailing a taxi. Rolling down the window, she gulped in the cool night air, trying to steady her racing heart. All she wanted was to retreat to her own space, somewhere quiet where no one could find her.
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“Hey, can’t you just leave? Looking at your face makes my cracked skull hurt worse.”
Gun-joo groaned, his voice still weak from recovery.
Jong-seop popped open a can of peach slices, took one bite, and spat it back out into the syrup.
“What the fuck. Was this made to eat or to torture people? It tastes like hell.”
“That’s the point, brother. That’s why we eat it.”
“Stop acting like a kid.”
“Are you here to pick a fight? You haven’t even fully recovered from your surgery, and now you want to annoy me?”
“The doctor said heads heal differently. Even if they look fine now, we need to monitor them for a few days.”
“And knowing you, you’ll mess it up during that time. Just go.”
“I’m here because I’m worried.”
His mood was already sour. Earlier that morning, he’d assigned someone to keep an eye on Yoon Song-ah via Yoon-do. But reports came back that the tail had lost her—she’d gotten into what appeared to be Yoon Hyung-woo’s car. Hyung-woo must’ve pulled some stunt to shake off the pursuers. Reflecting grimly, Jong-seop dumped the rest of the peaches and scowled.
“Eat more of that crap.”
“Bring me ice cream tomorrow. Melon flavor and… what’s that alien-themed one called?”
“Aliens, otherworldly beings—how the hell should I know? Stop babbling nonsense.”
“Buy it. I feel like eating whatever you bring will make me feel better. My head hurts.”
“Damn brat. You’re impossible. When hardware malfunctions, don’t you fix it by hitting it?”
“How many laptops have you destroyed doing that? First notebooks, now cars?”
It would have been satisfying to pour that sugary water over his head, but his face was so pale, unlike his freely chattering mouth, that she couldn’t bring herself to do it and turned away. Thinking about him struggling with his dick while trying to wash himself in that state made her feel sorry for him again. As she opened the hospital room door, Choi Si-baek, who seemed to have just arrived, finished his phone call and approached her.
“Oh, you’re here. Where’s the boss?”
“I took him out for dinner and brought him back. How’s Geon-ju?”
“He’s asking for some alien or ET thing, so he’s fine. Take care.”
As she tried to pass Si-baek, he stopped Jong-seop.
“What, why?”
“Why that time... never mind. Go in.”
Si-baek, who seemed to be about to say something but then stopped, gestured for her to go in, as if it was nothing.
“Yeah, there’s no way we’d have good memories of that time, right? Don’t think about it. You’ll get a headache too.”
“It’s a miracle it hasn’t happened yet.”
Si-baek turned back to the hospital room, telling her to drop it. Jong-seop didn’t reply and left the hospital.
She was too impatient to waste time joking around with Choi Si-baek.
After getting into the car, Jong-seop checked his watch and kicked the driver’s seat where Yoon-do was sitting, urging him to go.
Jong-seop went up the stairs, swinging the ice cream paper bag in his hand.
Knock, knock! No one answered the door, even after knocking and ringing the bell. He took out his key card and placed it against the door lock recognition panel, and the door opened. It was the key card he had brought when he installed the door lock. He had told her to lock the door properly, but the internal door lock, which was installed to be locked from the inside, hadn’t been touched, and the door opened.
The house was completely dark, and there was no sign of anyone.
Jong-seop tossed the ice cream bag, which contained some alien thing, into the kitchen and went into her room. She was lying motionless on her right side, which was strange. Jong-seop immediately approached her and turned her over. Her face, covered in something that could have been sweat or fever, was a mess.
As he reached for his phone to make a call, her sweaty hand grabbed his wrist.
“If it was bad enough to call 119, I would have gone to the hospital already.”
Who said anything about calling 119? He was about to ask for a doctor to be sent right away.
Her hoarse voice was more pathetic than someone who had had their head stitched up and was lying down.
She was curled up like someone who hadn’t eaten a decent meal.
“Where does it hurt?”
“...Menstrual cramps.”
“Doesn’t seem like it?”
“It is. Menstrual cramps and body aches...”
“What do you need to get better? Sex...”
“No, not that.”
“...I know. You’re so firm.”
He almost did it. She was drawing a clear line.
“Hey, there’s nothing you can’t do. If you do it, you do it.”
He had never been turned on by a woman on her period, and he didn’t particularly want to do it with her sick, but he didn’t correct her. He felt inexplicably annoyed by Yoon Song-ah drawing a clear line.
He was about to suck her breasts, so he put a cushion under Yoon Song-ah’s upper body, lifted her halfway, and slipped his hand under her skirt to touch her plump breasts. Her eyes immediately narrowed. They were eyes that said she was sick of it. It was quite a sight. Should he make her even more terrified and horrified, make her hate dicks? It was easier for him than chewing gum.
He pulled up her T-shirt and tore off her bra like an animal. He buried his face in her sweaty breasts and took a long breath. The valley between her breasts, hidden by her breasts, was soaked in sweat. Despite the sweat, there was no unpleasant sweat smell, only a sweet flesh smell that aroused him.
He quickly unzipped his erect cock and placed it in her small hand. He felt sorry for his cock, which had been abandoned because of a sick woman. Damn it.
“Excuse me, we’re not animals, and you’re...”
“We are. So stay still.”
She gave him a look that said he was going too far, as he replied with a joke.
“I’m not doing it. Don’t look at me like that. You make people feel like bitches with your eyes, you know that?”
“...You saw it right.”
“You never give up on the last word.”
Still, he couldn’t resist and kissed her. He held her small body tightly in his arms, enjoying the not unpleasant wet flesh smell, and mixed his tongue as he pleased. She, who was a little warmer than usual, clung to him tightly.
“Ugh, ugh.”
He scraped and sucked the soft mucous membrane that had only tasted his cock until now. It probably wasn’t pleasant to kiss after smoking, but she opened her mouth and swallowed the messy fluids he poured into her without resistance. Her moans as he touched her skin along her neck were cute.
Even during their back-and-forth, she slightly pulled and released his cock. It didn’t seem like she was trying to make him come, but rather that she was overwhelmed by the rising sensation, as if she had been grabbed by the collar and couldn’t resist the excitement. She seemed to have instinctively realized his intention in giving her his cock.
Heat quickly built up in the close gap between their touching skin.
He pushed the sticky saliva around, scraped her tongue, and sucked on her tongue root as if he was going to pull it out. The lack of resistance was due to her physical condition, which was not a lie.
But something was strange. Unlike usual, she kept fidgeting with his pants, like a dog with a guilty conscience after telling a lie. He lived with people who lied all the time, so he knew. Something was off. Was it...
He pulled his erect cock back and slipped his hand under her plump breasts, pulling down her panties.
“No, don’t...!”
“...Huh.”
Her vagina, covered in transparent fluids, like the saliva he had just spat into her mouth, was spread open like a clam shell, ready to be eaten. The two snails that had been trapped inside popped out of her labia majora. The inside of her panties was hot and humid, like a steam room, with boiling fluids and heat.
“Are you lying now? Why, don’t you want to get fucked?”
“It’s...”
“You’re not craving my cock enough. You have the energy to lie, huh?”
“Because I’m sick. I’m sick. I really have body aches.”
That wasn’t a lie. She definitely had a fever, and her forehead was burning.
“You could have just said you were sick, why lie and piss me off? You’re asking for trouble.”
“If I just said I was sick, you would have done it anyway.”
“I would have done it even if you were giving birth. Don’t lie again. You have this damn stubbornness, you never listen.”
He didn’t really plan on doing it, but her behavior made him angry, so he threatened her. It was cute of her to think he would hesitate if she said she was sick. She was too innocent. He had spoiled her too much.
“Huh? Landlord. Did you leave your answer at the place you ran off to today?”
After a moment of silence, she nodded weakly.
She looked too weak to even argue today.
Eating a vagina that was too weak to even respond because of pain was nothing, but even he didn’t want to force a dying person to spread their legs today. Choi Si-baek would scoff if he saw Kim Jong-seop showing mercy.
“But what do you mean by ran off...”
Ignoring Song-ah’s words, he pulled her legs, which were spread at an acute angle, onto his arms and rubbed the glistening red chicken crest with his lips. Just smelling this would make him come ten more times. After tasting this once, he was acting like a kid who couldn’t tell the difference between heaven and earth.
What was different about her compared to other women? No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t come up with a clear answer. There was nothing particularly special about her. She was just a little prettier, had the biggest breasts he had ever seen, and had a delicious vagina. But why were her eyes, her breath, and her voice bothering him all day these days?
He didn’t know why those trivial things were holding him all day.
If he had just coveted this beautiful body, he could have simply found another woman to fuck, but it wasn’t a simple reason like that. Even if he embraced another body as a substitute, it wouldn’t quench his thirst, which was the problem. Not knowing the reason, he only released his swelling lust more violently.
“Hnn, hnn.”
“I’m just going to suck, so don’t get caught thinking about anything else.”
He immediately pried open the crevice of her clam, filled with clam juice, and plunged his tongue deep inside. He put his tongue into the well, whose end he couldn’t see, and pumped, tasting her day. He repeatedly drew water to lift the vaginal fluid, and layered his tongue over the concentrated liquid smeared on both folds.
He didn’t forget to scratch the plump clit with the tip of his nose. Damn it, he felt like his blood was flowing backward because he couldn’t smell this pussy scent for a while. He inhaled the pussy scent into his nostrils, feeling like he was being resuscitated from a stagnant blood flow. While he was lost in the scent of Yoon Song-ah’s pussy juice, he immediately tasted and savored the thick pussy juice dripping from the clam. He pulled her slender waist closer. Once he tasted Yoon Song-ah’s pussy, this thirst came over him all the time.
Seeing that she had gone somewhere with Yoon Hyung-woo and reappeared, he wondered what she had been up to with Yoon Hyung-woo’s shady schemes, so he had to verify that nothing had entered this crevice. With his own tongue.
He didn’t know what it was, but Yoon Hyung-woo must have used another cheap trick to trap her like a rat. He could roughly picture it without looking.
In fact, there was no need to push her like this. It didn’t matter who she fucked while she wasn’t with him. He had lived like that all his life. She was just a sex partner who relieved his cock, and there was no other meaning, but he didn’t know why he was checking like this. Of course, he couldn’t find the reason, but he had no intention of sharing this chewy cock-receiving pot with anyone else. It was driving him crazy.
Obsession wasn’t good. Especially with a woman.
As his lust deepened, his tongue became more grateful. The red, angry tip of her clit, which had become erect from his tongue play, was also cute. It was just a clit the size of a green bean, but the sensitive erogenous zone seemed to be concentrated here. With just a little touch, it swelled up like his glans glove, and her urethra sprinkled urine on his tongue. This firm, small protrusion responded sensitively to his stimulation, as if it controlled the entire vagina.
The suddenly opened, angry clam squirted water, “chk, chk.” The urethra was narrow, but the water jets that burst out like gunfire were so loud that they seemed to pierce anyone.
The harder he sucked, the more the third leg attached between his groin fluttered like a seesaw, and the head of his cock lifted up. At the same time, the clit glans on his tongue pulsed with concentrated pleasure.
He separated the entangled folds and licked them as if he were going to eat them, and sucked and swallowed the lumps of fluid pushed out in front of the hole.
“Baby, it seems like you’re having your period.”
He deeply inhaled the richer flesh scent than usual. Somehow, today, unlike usual, there was a sour, fishy aftertaste. If he had found it disgusting, he wouldn’t have put his tongue in the first place. Her body was hot, and her lower abdomen was a little swollen, so it seemed like she was swollen from a cold, as Yoon Song-ah said.
“No, I’m not. Hnn. Birth control pills. Ahh, ahh!”
“Really?”
Indeed, since there was only transparent fluid, he was definitely wrong.
He repeatedly sucked the clam juice that the urethra was spitting out, and swept down to the wrinkled hole under her perineum, sucking the layers of wrinkles. The dark hole, the anus, a hole clearly different from the vagina, the anus. Isn’t it an excretory organ? Why is it delicious here too? Damn it, is my tongue broken?
Even with a severe cold, his sense of taste was so sensitive that he could tell if a spoonful of vinegar was added to food, but there wasn’t a single hole that wasn’t delicious.
He was seriously evaluating and analyzing the cause, but he had to get hit on the head and come back up because she shook her head, saying no. Cute, damn it.
Ah, I can’t take it anymore. Let’s do anal later.
If he went on like this, his head would explode, so he pushed the seed launcher, which was about to explode, between the folded double covers. He grabbed her limp waist and pulled her closer, piercing the thick, fleshy clam covers slightly tightly.
“Ahng! Ah! Ahh...”
“I’ll just come. I won’t shake, really. Relax your clam.”
Why did he say that? He reassured her. He promised not to do rough thrusting to her, whose body was in bad shape. Of course, there was no way that a cock that had met a cute, chewy cock-receiving pot would just breed and stop jumping. It was all her fault. He decided to finish with just ten thrusts.
Ten.
“Ahng! Ah!”
Nine. Eight. Thump, thump. As the number decreased, the dragon that wanted to release all this desire in just ten times became more vicious. Kim Jong-seop was getting impatient.
Fucking and sucking were best when done for a long time, so he had to fuck her every day to get the full taste of her cock.
Seven, six.
The mace, swinging its blood vessel line, ascended steeply to the cervix, rubbing the cock wrinkle belt against the vaginal wall.
Hoo, hot moans were released from his teeth.
Five.
As the speed of insertion and withdrawal increased, the impact of the meat stick hitting the peak of the cervix also increased. Thump, thump, each hit was a home run.
She couldn’t come to her senses and drooled from the continuous meat skewer injections into the sharp curve. Her expression, which was more languid than usual, was also quite good to see. He was a little bothered that it was because she was sick, but he vigorously inserted and withdrew his cock, parting the hot, tender vaginal flesh.
“Haa! Ah! Ahh, deep, oh, too, ahh!”
Four, three.
“Why, you said it hurts. Hoo, so. I’m giving you a big cock injection.”
Two.
He didn’t forget to rub the cervix and the Forcheio spot there. She trembled, lifting her mons pubis and writhing in pleasure. She tried everything to escape the orgasm that was suddenly attacking her, but there was no way to avoid the meat injection that was determined to stab and enter.
With the finish line ahead, he carefully put in the last shot. Damn it, every time he rammed his cock, he made a hole-in-one. The black dragon, densely engraved on his cock from head to tail, ran vigorously, delivering both the decisive blow and the fatal blow.
“Ahh! Ahh! Haaah!”
The sturdy meat skewer, accelerated by the round trip, squirted the whitish semen medicine into her uterus.
“It’s time to take your medicine. You have to eat well in your uterus to get better quickly.”
He blocked the path with his glans cap and raised his foreskin as much as possible to prevent even a single seed from coming out. His balls repeatedly contracted and relaxed to squeeze the semen pouch for ejaculation. He didn’t stop squirting until he emptied his balls. He shoved the fluid-soaked vagina water tank to block the water, and put strength into the cock water launcher to shoot like a machine gun, stretching into the entrance of the baby house that said no.
“Hahhh... no, don’t... ahh!”
“You can get pregnant, and your pussy feels amazing, damn it. How good is that, huh?”
The cervix chewed on the cock water tank ring as if it was eating well.
He marked his territory like a territorial animal. Her two legs, trembling like a vibrator, were still in the midst of an orgasm. She drooled with moans that were like she was riding a cock car, and her interjections, “ahng, ahng, ahng,” were so lewd that they drove him crazy. Ahhh, she breathed heavily, out of focus, as if she were on drugs. It was a long time before she finally escaped the swamp of orgasm.
He pulled out the dragon cock that had been nestled comfortably in the pussy water and checked her.
“Baby, are you still breathing? Damn it.”
“Why, you tell me not to lie to you, but you always, hoo, always lie?”
“Yeah, I’ve become a damn liar.”
“I want to, hnn, slap you.”
“Okay. I’ll take it today.”
Slap. Damn it.
As soon as permission was granted, she slapped his left cheek. She put all her emotions into the swing. This was real.
Even the mighty Kim Jong-seop had been slapped, and strangely, it didn’t bother her. If anything, it felt like a faint sense of guilt from taking advantage of her pain had been wiped away. Thanks to his clean finish inside her, there was no mess to clean up—though her body still throbbed with soreness.
Today, she didn’t even feel like picking a fight. Instead, she closed her eyes. Normally, after sex, she’d rush to the bathroom to scrub herself clean as if possessed by some obsessive compulsion. But today, she chose to keep her eyes shut. And oddly, it felt good. The fact that Yoon Song-ah wasn’t washing off his scent pleased him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Damn it.
Jong-seop rummaged through his pocket, pulled out his phone, and turned it off to block any distractions.
She slept all day, not stirring once. He didn’t wake her or shake her when she tossed and turned. From what he’d observed during their nights together, she usually spent more time restless than peacefully asleep. Still, letting her rest was the right call—it was natural for her to sleep off the pain.
At some point, her fever broke, and relieved, he left her be. She finally opened her eyes the next afternoon. Blinking those dark eyes, she stared at him lying beside her, clearly surprised to find herself still wrapped in his arms. Through the thin fabric of the oversized shirt she wore, her nipples stood out prominently—a sight he found amusing.
“Why are you still here?”
“You look so sexy without showering.”
Though he’d seen her post-sex disheveled state many times before, this vulnerable face stirred something different in him.
“…I asked, why are you still here?”
“How could I leave while you’re sleeping so soundly? I’m not that cold-hearted.”
“I don’t have an older brother. I’m an only child.”
“So was Kim Jin-han your grandson?”
“Jin-han Oppa is… never mind. My mouth hurts.”
“Mine too. Stop talking.”
“I can’t remember well, but did I slap your cheek?”
“It’s too bad you don’t remember. You hit me like you were trying to knock me out.”
Though she had slapped him with his permission, she suddenly felt awkward. Her body ached all over, and despite not wanting it, he had forced her legs apart and driven her to climax, leaving her frustrated. His relentless pursuit of her pleasure enraged her.
No matter how much she insisted on ending this twisted relationship, it fell on deaf ears with this man. Repeating the same arguments about breaking their nonsensical contract would change nothing—it would only drain her further.
What kind of creatures were men, to be so selfish and destructive?
Trying to understand them only gave her a headache. Such efforts were wasted on someone like him.
Too weak to sit up abruptly, she remained seated, staring at him. Her gaze naturally drifted to his lips, and memories of the previous night flooded back unexpectedly. Flustered by the sudden recollection, Song-ah panicked.
“Open your mouth. You need to take medicine.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital. I don’t want medicine. What do you plan to do? Let me die?”
“You need to take the fever reducer. Or do you want to collapse in Cha Gun-joo’s room?”
Her parched lips parted like a goldfish’s, and his lips pressed against hers. As his tongue slipped in, he dropped the pill into her mouth. She swallowed it along with his saliva.
“Spread your legs wider. Let me clean you up. Your pubic hair’s a mess, you know.”
“Mmm, stop. You bastard.”
“Haa, fuck. Should I just…”
“What, fuck, you asshole.”
“What should I do with this?”
She remembered kicking his face with her foot while he cleaned between her legs.
Had she really kicked him while he slept? Her cheek tingled and burned as if she’d been slapped. It made sense—he deserved it for being kicked in the face.
“What are you staring at? Want to get slapped again?”
“Uh, um, did you get plastic surgery on your nose?”
She stammered, flustered by her own nonsense.
“What? What are you talking about? That’s not my thing.”
“Not that. I mean cosmetic surgery. Like inserting silicone into your nostrils.”
“…You mean that kind of stuff? I don’t know about that.”
Conversations with him always veered off in strange directions. Sometimes they made her tense, and other times, like now, they relaxed her with their absurdity.
She recalled him fluently speaking Japanese on the phone once—perhaps he had lived abroad—but he was clueless about things outside his interests.
“I’ve had surgery on my dick before…”
Was he referring to circumcision? She was curious but didn’t dare ask further. She didn’t want to continue this bizarre conversation. It wasn’t exactly normal. Somehow, it made sense that a man who spewed such crude remarks was born with that face—God was fair. He had given him flawless looks but stripped him of any matching refinement.
At least Choi Chul-woo wouldn’t feel too bitter upon seeing his face.
“You’re not leaving, are you? I’m hungry. I’ll order something, but I can’t cook.”
“So?”
“I’ll just order delivery. Eat quietly, okay?”
“Fine. By the way, your grandson came by.”
“My grandson?”
“Kim Jin-han.”
“And…?”
“He said it was time for tutoring, so I sent him away since you were sleeping. Should I have let him in to see your bare breasts?”
She wished he’d just shut up. Clenching her teeth, Song-ah mulled over words she couldn’t bring herself to say aloud. Rising fully, she exited to the living room. Jin-han would find out eventually anyway. For now, her own problems were overwhelming enough.
Thankfully, it was a day she didn’t have to work. A rare stroke of luck amidst her misfortunes.
“That was the right call. Otherwise, he’d have waited outside the door again.”
“Don’t worry. I’m confident I can send anyone away.”
“Sure, whatever.”
She entered the bathroom to shower, stripping off the oversized shirt she wore.
After taking birth control pills, she had suffered from side effects like high fever. A few days ago, excessive stress caused increased vaginal discharge and irregular bleeding. Though she thought she was recovering, overworking herself led to extreme fatigue. Her body swelled, and a low-grade fever persisted until recently.
Before he could come in, she quickly finished her shower. Wrapping her wet hair in a towel, she turned on the hairdryer, blocking out the noise around her.
The incessant buzzing in her mind began to calm under the roar of the dryer.
Talking to Kim Jong-seop about Yoon Hyung-woo would likely end the same way as last time—with him saying she needed to “handle it” while shoving his grotesque member at her or groping her breasts. From the start, his interest in her had been purely physical. He had no intention of saving her—not genuinely, anyway.
He was just a man who wanted to fuck her once and move on. She had merely handed him one weakness to exploit.
She wanted to escape this wretched world of men, but somehow, she had walked straight into Kim Jong-seop’s grasp. There was no solution in sight. Could things get worse than this?
The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the delivery. Song-ah went out to retrieve the packaged containers and headed to the kitchen. On the dining table sat an unfamiliar paper bag. Even with her hazy memory, she was certain she hadn’t brought it in.
Kim Jong-seop smoked continuously while on the phone.
“What do I care if you’re stuffing sausages or sashimi into your mouth? Figure it out yourself. Do I have to shove everything down your throat?”
His conversation was half gibberish, half profanity.
She placed two steaming bowls of sundae-guk on the table and began unpacking the side dishes. The paper bag kept catching her eye.
Song-ah opened the unfamiliar bag. Inside was a container of ice cream. Opening the lid, she found it had completely melted into a colorful, watery mess.
Had Jin-han brought it? Or perhaps Kim Jong-seop? It had to be one of them.
“Do you know this? If you want to keep someone alive, you destroy their legs. That way, they can’t run away. Either twist their head or break their ankles. You have no idea how much of a hassle it is to drag someone back once they’ve escaped. Got it, kid?”
Was he lecturing her? Warning her? Or maybe making a veiled threat? The man’s choice of words was so precise that it left her curious. Of course, she had no real desire to know the answer.
“So, I’ve been telling you—no, this son of a bitch just doesn’t get it. If Choi Si-baek’s there, switch to him. This asshole keeps bullshitting around. Stop fucking around and switch already.”
She put away the melted ice cream container and replaced it with side dishes on the table. She had moved into this apartment for independence, yet somehow eating meals across from Kim Jong-seop had become more frequent than eating alone. This wasn’t what she had intended when she decided to live on her own.
“Fuck!”
Thud! His kick left a deep dent in the furniture shaped like his foot. Startled, her shoulders jumped. Even wearing slippers, didn’t his toes hurt? Why was he kicking perfectly innocent furniture? It was practically brand new.
Suddenly, memories of last night resurfaced. She had kicked him in the face with her foot. His silence likely meant he was letting it slide. After all, he was the one who had barged in and stirred everything up, so she had plenty to say too.
As soon as he hung up, he flung his phone down, clearly in a foul mood.
She had seen him do this before—he often threw his phone around. It was a miracle it still worked.
His entire existence defied normalcy, so it was strange if he ever seemed happy. Of course, she could never say such things to his face.
“Let’s eat.”
Maintaining composure was the only way to survive by his side. It might sound easy, but staying calm near him was one of the hardest things to do.
“Hey, didn’t I tell you to lock both door locks downstairs? Why did you only lock one?”
“I figured even if someone came, I wouldn’t open it for them.”
“What, me?”
“Is there anyone else coming to this house? The second lock can’t be opened from the outside anyway. I didn’t want you breaking the door down if I took too long. If you’re coming in, do it quietly.”
She emphasized again not to destroy the door.
Judging by how he banged on it when she opened it late, it was no surprise the door was already showing signs of wear.
He was the one who had threatened to rip the door off its hinges if she didn’t open it promptly when they installed the new locks. If he kicked it or broke it off entirely, it would only cost her more to replace.
He chuckled silently, seemingly amused by her response.
Song-ah stirred shrimp paste into her sundae-guk while glancing at the melted ice cream container in the sink.
“What’s with the ice cream? Did Jin-han Oppa bring it?”
“He seems to bring a lot of stuff over these days.”
“You saw it last time.”
“The pig’s trotters and that tart or yogurt thing?”
“Yes… Was it you who bought the ice cream?”
He casually snapped a wooden chopstick in half, as if confirming her suspicion.
“Why does it matter?”
“Is there some hidden purpose for ice cream I don’t know about?”
Like a robot, Song-ah picked up her spoon and began eating her soup, mirroring him. His silence made her pause mid-stir and look up to find him lost in thought.
“It’d be awkward if you used it for masturbation, right?”
“No, it’s not that… I’ll put it in the freezer. It’s all melted and inedible now.”
“Were you even in the mood to think about that, given how sick you were? Do you like it? Someone said the melon flavor was good.”
It wasn’t a big deal, but imagining him walking into a dessert shop and ordering specific ice cream tickled her. Especially knowing the dragon tattoo coiled around his member. Would the ice cream shop employee ever guess what lurked beneath his belt?
“My face feels like it’s going to explode.”
Her constant glances prompted another joke from him.
“Hey, Kim Jong-seop.”
“Yes, Yoon Song-ah.”
“Let’s finish eating and then I’ll go home. Do you have a home?”
“Ah, if I didn’t have one, could I live here?”
“Stop joking. I need to study.”
“You don’t need to beg me to leave. Some bastard went on an exhausting business trip, so I’ve got to clean up after him.”
“Can you stop talking about dicks for once?”
“Oh, dicks are great.”
He rolled the word around his tongue mockingly, grinning wide. That handsome face shouldn’t have been wasted on such crass jokes.
“But listen…”
Just as suddenly as his tone shifted, Song-ah stopped chewing and straightened her back. This was one of his tricks—making light banter before blindsiding her with an unexpected question.
“Where did you go with Yoon Hyung-woo yesterday?”
“How did you know I was with Yoon Hyung-woo?”
“Your daily routine is pretty limited. Either me, Kim Jin-han, the academy, or the restaurant. What’s so surprising about you being with Yoon Hyung-woo?”
“We just ate at a hotel restaurant. Oh, if you’re done, leave it. I’ll clean up.”
Song-ah stood to drink some water. As she reached for a clean glass from the shelf, she felt him approach behind her. He grabbed a cup too, intending to drink. Instead of stepping aside, he leaned in close, opening the water bottle and pouring it directly over her shoulder.
“That rack of yours…”
He paused mid-sip, smirking at her knowingly.
“Are you critiquing my word choice?”
His sarcastic smirk over such a trivial phrase was absurd compared to his usual vulgar vocabulary. She found herself speechless.
“I don’t think you’re one to talk.”
His broad chest kept brushing against her path, irritatingly blocking her way.
“Do you think you can have whatever you want just because you ask for it? Some things are innate. Like your tits.”
“Haa… But still.”
“Other women throw themselves at me, shaking their chests just for a chance. And you dare criticize? No matter how much they shake, none of them weigh as much as yours.”
“Then please, go ahead and do all those things with them.”
“What things?”
“All sorts of things. Ask them to shake their chests for you, show…”
He leaned back, sipping water from the bottle with a teasing grin. His lips glistened wetly as they parted slightly.
“Show what?”
His raised eyebrow dared her to continue. Anyone could see he already knew what she was about to say.
“…Just go, quickly.”
With an elbow, she shoved his chest hard. Water sprayed out from between his teeth as he laughed.
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