Side Story 1. Expression of Affection

In that place, engulfed in a swirl of acrid dust and smoke, was a man whose mouth was taped shut, letting out silent screams.

The man, having been struck on the back of the head, gasped for air repeatedly, spitting out blood as red as raw juice. He wiped the flesh that had adhered to one side of the kettlebell onto the man’s white shirt. He sucked hard on the sweet cigarette filter. Only when he felt a little relieved did it seem like blood was finally circulating in his brain.

The writhing body gradually calmed down, following the rapidly seeping blood.

“Stop exaggerating. I hit you just enough so you wouldn’t die, damn it.”

Jong-seop was in a bad mood. Watching him silently, Geon-ju sighed.

Geon-ju chided him, saying that since the guy was going to die anyway, he should have just lightly slit his throat and wrapped it up, instead of making things complicated. But Jong-seop was finally starting to feel some stress relief.

Just as he thought whatever was stuck in his throat was finally going down, a lingering unpleasant feeling crept back up.

“What’s wrong with you these days? Are you sexually frustrated? You’re always fucking your pretty girl, your cum never dries, what’s there to be sexually frustrated about?”

“Shut your mouth and do your job.”

“Something’s up again. Chief Choi said let’s have a drink later.”

“Forget it, you two have fun. Suck each other’s dicks or whatever. Ah, my head, damn it.”

Jong-seop straightened his bent waist and frowned slightly. He suddenly had a headache. His condition was not good today, in many ways.

“This guy, seriously.”

Jong-seop left the warehouse with an uneasy feeling. As he threw the kettlebell, dripping with lukewarm blood, onto the floor as if discarding it, Hyung-pal quickly picked it up and wiped it clean. Then, he snatched the handkerchief that was thrown at him. He wiped his already bloody hand, then folded and pocketed the soiled handkerchief, following Jong-seop.

The man, who had discarded all manners and etiquette, buried his long body deep into the car seat like a tiger.

“What should I do with these bastards?”

He shouldn’t have sent her to college. The young guys swarming around his young lover were a constant annoyance.

“Hyung-pal, should we go to the library?”

“Yes? Yes?”

Hyung-pal involuntarily asked back at the place that would never come out of the man’s mouth. He literally doubted his ears.

“Food for the soul. It’s good. Let’s accumulate some knowledge while we’re at it.”

Books with that body, that physique, that behavior?

The man, who had buried himself in the seat and closed his eyes, didn’t look like he wanted to pick up a book and accumulate food for the soul at all. He had just brutally killed someone with his barbaric hands, and now he was smoking a cigarette with the same hands, blowing smoke.

A man with blood-stained hands was familiar. A man who had abandoned etiquette like someone who was born uneducated was fitting.

The man, feeling uncomfortable with his large cock trapped in his drawers, rubbed his crotch several times, and then, still not satisfied, half-lowered his zipper and stretched out in a comfortable position. Was he really the same man who had just suggested going to the library?

Hyung-pal, who met the man’s eyes in the rearview mirror, was startled and opened his mouth.

“H-hyung-nim. Is there a bar I haven’t found yet? Among the hotels you frequent, there’s one called the Library...”

“Why? If your dick itches, will you give me yours?”

“H-hyung-nim.”

“Why are you so shocked? I don’t like guys with dicks either. No, you bastard. Why is your tongue so long? Let’s go to the library, to the library. Can only Choi Si-baek read books? Are only the books Choi Si-baek reads books?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant...!”

“You bastard, if you’re told something, you should understand quickly. Go to Choi Si-baek, you. Switch with Dong-seop.”

Only when he finally exploded with curses did Hyung-pal nod and bow his head towards the windshield.

Kim Jong-seop, who was far from books, to the point that he couldn’t even recognize the writing unless it was work-related documents, suggesting the library? It wasn’t entirely Hyung-pal’s fault that he couldn’t understand immediately. Just keeping his eyes closed and catering to his whims was the best option. Among the subordinates who had crossed his path, there was one whose eyelids had been burned off with cigarette butts.

He couldn’t afford to get into that kind of trouble by talking nonsense. Hyung-pal slapped himself on the cheek, determined to come to his senses.

He was a man who rested with his eyes closed, listening to moans.

Whether it was the moans of a man in pain or the lewd moans of a woman, the man didn’t care. Either way.

“And, you damn bastard, try to remember at least the school your sister-in-law goes to.”

“Ah.”

Hyung-pal, realizing that he was talking about the school library, tightly closed and opened his eyes. He had been told a few days ago that his sister-in-law was at the school library because it was midterm exam period. He knew, but the memory had momentarily vanished from his head, startled by the extremely incongruous place that had come out of Jong-seop’s mouth.

Song-ah was frozen in the corner of the reference room, unable to move.

The man who stood boldly blocking her way was a ruffian exuding a vulgar sense of intimidation. An incongruous man in a library, standing against the backdrop of numerous books.

“How did you get here...”

Kim Jong-seop, striding closer, lifted her T-shirt and stroked her belly as if peeling candy wrappers.

“Who wouldn’t know if you cover it like this?”

It was fortunate that it wasn’t showing much yet, as it was her first pregnancy and she was still in the early months.

She wouldn’t be able to hide it forever anyway, and since it was already known that she had a man, it was only a matter of time before her marriage became public knowledge, and there was no reason to be ashamed of her pregnancy.

A black sedan picked her up and dropped her off every day, so it was impossible for rumors not to spread. She would have to take a leave of absence after the first semester anyway. But she wanted to attend school quietly until then. At least until she gave birth.

The T-shirt that had been resting on her stomach was pulled up all the way to her breasts. Her breasts, swollen from pregnancy, seemed about to burst out as his rough hands lifted her bra.

His sharp nose and delicate eyes were buried in her ample breasts.

“Everyone will know eventually, why hide it? What, is a mother trying to hide her baby and beg for cock?”

“Stop talking crazy. Someone will come.”

He stuck out his tongue and bit down on her nipple as if he had been waiting for this. He sucked and chewed on the sloping nipple, and then chewed on the taut areola. He was already trying to suck out her milk, sucking the thickened edges of her nipple with tremendous pressure.

“Uhh, uh, ah!”

Worried that someone might come to this corner of the reference room, Song-ah kept her mouth tightly shut. She was already used to having her clothes ripped off outdoors, but being sucked on with her breasts exposed in the school library made her realize even more vividly that she was being subjected to this madness.

Although she was wearing a loose top, she couldn’t hide her swollen belly if she exposed her breasts like this, considering how many months pregnant she was. He grabbed her nipples like watermelons and shook them, sucking on her nipples nonstop. Song-ah bit down on her raised top and endured the tingling sensation that rushed over her.

Unconsciously, she pressed down on his shoulders as if massaging them. Then, Kim Jong-seop, who had been squeezing her nipples like a madman, looked up at her. Their eyes met. His gaze, flying towards her like a collision.

The moment their gazes collided head-on, something tingling and unknown sparked in the air. Song-ah bit her lip. She unconsciously looked away. What was this feeling? This feeling of stomping on and kneading her heart.

Kim Jong-seop turned her chin to make her meet his eyes again. He would never let her run away.

Thump, thump, thump, as if he had heard this loud sound, his lips, which had been sucking on her breasts, moved up to her face. Their lips met. She was kissed, her bare body clinging to his chest without a bra.

Song-ah unconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

I don’t know. It must be because it’s a warm spring day, and I’ve gone crazy too.

She organized her confused mind like that.

In the first place, she had to give up logic and common sense to be with Kim Jong-seop.