RB - 45

45. Glory Full of Wounds

Seo-yeon spoke sharply to reporter Kim Soo-kwang. A cold glint flickered in her eyes.

“A chaebol? That’s the first I’ve heard of it. And I can’t understand why you’re bringing up the public’s right to know about my personal life. If you want an interview related to JB Company, please send it in writing. As you know, Daily Scoop reporter Kim Soo-kwang has no trust relationship with our company.”

“Should I send Han Seo-yeon’s interview to JB Company too? By fax? So all the other employees can see it? You’ll regret this again, won’t you?”

The reporter’s face was filled with malice as he made his lowly threat. He clearly harbored some kind of grudge against Seo-yeon. She suddenly wondered if he was wearing something to keep his head steady.

“Reporter Kim Soo-kwang, you’re the type to hold grudges over trivial matters. Let me say just one thing. I wish I could become a chaebol’s wife, as you said. Then I could just M&A Daily Scoop and be done with it. Of course, there wouldn’t be many ways for you, the reporter who tormented me, to make a living… right?”

Anger replaced the malice on the reporter’s face, but Seo-yeon smiled faintly and didn’t stop.

“Even if you recorded what I just said, I’m not scared. I’ve been recording since earlier too. And just so you know, I still have the recording from a year ago when you made lewd comments to me. Coming to an innocent office worker and threatening them on their way home—that’s not something to be proud of. It’s something you should be criticized for.”

After finishing her piece, Seo-yeon left the stunned reporter behind and headed back out to the lobby. She barely maintained her composure but was racking her brain to make sense of the situation. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest.

What kind of tip had Daily Scoop received? Who could it be? Could it possibly be Go Myung-soo, the HR manager?

Seo-yeon’s large eyes narrowed slightly. She trembled as she adjusted the strap of her handbag. Whether it was the anxiety gripping her ankles or not, her walking pace noticeably slowed.

As Seo-yeon stood at the bus stop, a familiar foreign car pulled up in front of her. It was Shin Jung-hyuk’s black sedan. Feeling a pang of fear that reporter Kim Soo-kwang might be watching nearby, she glanced around.

Relieved that the reporter wasn’t there, she quickly got into the sedan.

“Shin Jung-hyuk, why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Sorry, I was a bit busy. I had to go to the headquarters.”

Seo-yeon’s voice was filled with resentment as the frustration and fear from her encounter with the reporter welled up inside her.

“You’re the only one who’s busy? I’m a busy office worker too. I work overtime every day!”

“I’m busier. My main job is being a chaebol heir, and my side job is running a café.”

Jung-hyuk added with a straight face, “Oh, and I have a title too. Daniel God, owner of the Yesung Building.”

Seo-yeon was speechless but couldn’t argue because everything he said was true. As his sedan turned onto the tree-lined street, Seo-yeon asked, “This isn’t the way to my house. Where are we going?”

“To get something to eat. All I’ve had today is a cup of coffee and a bagel. I told you, I’m a really busy person.”

Seo-yeon realized she hadn’t eaten dinner either and patted her flat stomach. Jung-hyuk had chosen a Western restaurant located on the first floor of a hotel.

As Seo-yeon cut into her steak, Jung-hyuk ordered wine. Despite saying he’d only had light food all day, he set his knife down after just a few bites of steak. Instead, he kept sipping the wine like someone parched.

“Can you drink? You drove here.”

Jung-hyuk smiled leisurely as he watched the piece of steak disappear between Seo-yeon’s red lips. His gaze was so blatant that Seo-yeon deliberately chewed her meat more thoroughly.

“I’m staying here tonight, in the suite. With you.”

Seo-yeon coughed as if the meat had gotten stuck in her throat, and Jung-hyuk pushed a glass of water toward her. She wanted to protest why he was drinking wine while giving her water, but remembering the time she drank an entire bottle of wine alone and blacked out, she quietly drank the water.

Jung-hyuk wiped the red wine stain from the corner of his mouth with his finger and narrowed his eyes.

“Seo-yeon, let’s stay the night. You said it yourself before—nothing relieves stress like sleeping together. We’ve both been under a lot of stress lately. Let’s help each other out.”

She should have argued that she was going home, but for some reason, she didn’t want to. Seo-yeon knew that a woman’s silence in such situations could be interpreted as consent, but there was no other way.

To make excuses, today had been a really stressful day. And she had already tasted the pleasure Jung-hyuk offered. She had experienced how liberating it felt at the peak of that climax.

Having lived diligently until now, surely even the gods would forgive this much indulgence. Seo-yeon lowered her eyelids demurely and slowly savored the remaining steak. Once she put down her utensils and got up from the table, what would happen next was obvious.

“If you’re done eating, let’s go see the sea, Han Seo-yeon.”

A moment later, Jung-hyuk led her by the hand toward the hotel’s suite.

On the table in the suite were red cherries and wine. Seo-yeon plopped down on the sofa, popped a cherry into her mouth, and pulled off the long stem. The red juice burst in her mouth. Then a second cherry slipped into her mouth.

Jung-hyuk grabbed Seo-yeon’s hand and pried open her red lips with his tongue. The sweet juice of the cherry stimulated his taste buds. His suppressed instincts surged violently. Seo-yeon didn’t resist him; instead, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Such enthusiastic responsiveness was nothing short of a temptation to fuel his lust.

Seo-yeon’s office attire was dismantled under Jung-hyuk’s touch. Her black skirt was pushed up, and her white lace panties hung precariously between her legs. The buttons of her blouse were undone, and her bra was swiftly removed. Jung-hyuk licked the pink peaks that rose high on her chest. Red marks bloomed wherever his lips touched. As if every erogenous zone on her body had awakened, Seo-yeon became hypersensitive.

“Ah, ah… ah.”

With a long, thin moan, Seo-yeon’s neck arched back. Her saliva-slicked nipples snapped the last thread of Jung-hyuk’s restraint. He lifted her legs to admire the glistening wetness between them. Drenched in her own arousal, she was just as slick there.

Seo-yeon tried to sit up, overwhelmed by a sudden sense of shame, but she was no match for his strength. Without a moment to resist, Jung-hyuk’s tongue pried into her folds. The intensely lewd and obscene sensation made Seo-yeon twist and convulse.

Is this what it feels like to do drugs? Is this the symptom of addiction? Jung-hyuk’s tongue mercilessly ravaged her wet flesh. The peak of sensation came when her clit was sucked into his lips. The intense suction sent pleasure crashing down like lightning.

“Ah, ah… ah, stop. Stop.”

Jung-hyuk looked up, his eyes half-lidded. Like a lazy cat, he narrowed his eyes and asked, “Should I really stop, Han Seo-yeon?”

It wasn’t a question expecting an answer. He unbuckled his belt and rubbed his hardened length against her wetness. As if filled with a spring, her entrance gushed with slick arousal.

Jung-hyuk gladly used her wetness to lubricate the tip of his length. Each time, Seo-yeon let out earnest moans.

“Ah, ah… ah.”

Jung-hyuk firmly gripped Seo-yeon’s hips and pressed into her tight entrance. The sensation of sliding in was overwhelming for Seo-yeon and tight for Jung-hyuk. Seo-yeon clung to the sofa cushion as if it were a lifeline.

He wanted to remove the thing covering her chest, but he changed his mind, thinking she might cry if he took it away. Instead, he moved his hips, thrusting in and out of her. Seo-yeon’s small body rocked like a wave to the rhythmic pace, her breathing growing increasingly ragged.

“You’re not a stuffed animal, why are you clinging to the cushion? Hold onto my shoulders.”

Jung-hyuk snatched the cushion from Seo-yeon and tossed it aside. Trembling, Seo-yeon reflexively grabbed his arms, and Jung-hyuk lifted her up, laying her face down on the sofa.

By the time she realized the humiliating position, Jung-hyuk was already spreading her buttocks with both hands.

“Ah, what are you doing? Shin Jung-hyuk, aren’t you going to let go?”

Jung-hyuk ignored her protest and rubbed his slick length against her entrance. Her swollen, glistening folds were unbearably erotic.

Jung-hyuk moved his hand down to tease her overly sensitive clit. Each touch made Seo-yeon’s legs go weak.

“Ah… ah.”

As Seo-yeon convulsed and clenched her legs, her entrance tightened, but the slippery wetness made way, and her walls soon swallowed him whole.

Just when she thought it was the peak, even greater pleasure came. Just when she thought it was over, even more intense ecstasy followed.