RB - 55

55. The Disgusting Affair of Two Monsters

“But my doctor said… I’m emotionally deficient, practically a psychopath.”

A psychopath? What about people like Go Myeong-su from HR or Manager Kim? Or that trash reporter Kim Su-gwang? Seo-yeon raised her voice angrily.

“What kind of quack did you see? Shouldn’t we report him? We should report this to Dr. Oh Eun-young. How dare he call a child a psychopath?”

“Manager Han. He’s still my doctor. He’s an authority in child psychology and also specializes in hypnotherapy…”

Seo-yeon’s eyes widened as if they might pop out, cutting off Jin-hyuk mid-sentence.

“Wait. Are you talking about Professor Sung? Sung Ho-yeon?”

“How do you know about him, Manager Han?”

“Ha… Damn, we’ve caught a monster.”

As Jin-hyuk’s face turned pale with uncontrollable panic, Seo-yeon pressed the call button on her phone.

“We need to call Shin Jung-hyuk right now, immediately.”

Seo-yeon’s tone was still sharp, but it was a complete 180 from before. If she had raised her voice earlier to protect Jin-hyuk, now she sounded desperate, like someone backed into a corner.

Dark clouds had gathered, and soon the rain began to patter against the window. Judging by the rain over the past two days, the monsoon season had begun. Jin-hyuk felt his legs give way as he slumped onto the sofa.

The sound of the rain grew louder, interrupted by the ringing of a phone. “Why aren’t you answering your phone, Shin Jung-hyuk?” Seo-yeon’s angry voice echoed.

Jin-hyuk clenched his fists, trusting his comrade-in-arms. He also held onto the faint hope that maybe he wasn’t a monster after all. His gaze landed on Seo-yeon.

A person’s true nature reveals itself when they’re cornered. Even those who are usually wise and calm can turn into demons in a crisis, and Sung Ho-yeon was exactly that kind of person.

“Professor Sung Ho-yeon, this is Park Yeo-wan. I’ll be waiting at the villa.”

Hearing Mrs. Park Yeo-wan’s voice over the phone, Professor Sung’s chest fluttered with excitement.

“Nurse Kim, reschedule all my afternoon appointments. I need to leave now.”

Leaving the bewildered nurses behind, Professor Sung hurried to the parking lot. Within an hour, his car was speeding down a winding national highway.

The familiar classical melody suited Professor Sung’s sharp image, but the odd thing was that the volume was turned up almost to the max, making it unbearably loud. Professor Sung took a long drag of his cigarette, filling his lungs with smoke, before flicking the butt out the window.

A bitter smile spread across his sharp lips. Park Yeo-wan’s voice had been full of anger during their earlier call.

But whether Park Yeo-wan was angry or sulking didn’t matter much to Professor Sung. Just thinking about her soft, naked body made the stress he’d been storing up melt away.

Though he often slept with other young, beautiful women, Professor Sung only felt the peak of pleasure when he held the mature Park Yeo-wan. Their relationship had already spanned over 20 years. It had always been that way. If you asked if this was love, well, but if you asked if it was possessiveness, he could answer definitively. Yes.

Soon, Professor Sung’s imported car slid into a small villa located on the outskirts of the city.

The villa, registered under Professor Sung’s name and used as a secret meeting place for the two for over 20 years, was modest but boasted a classic interior.

Park Yeo-wan, who had arrived earlier, glared at Professor Sung as if she wanted to kill him.

“How’s Jun-hyuk doing? Are you trying to make him more violent, more insane? You’re supposed to turn him into a manageable fool, not make things worse!”

Ignoring Park Yeo-wan’s harsh scolding, Professor Sung pulled a book from the shelf.

“Do you want to kill the kid? Everything has its stages. Just wait quietly.”

“Do you know how pathetic my situation is? What good is being the mistress of Taesung Group if I don’t even have a single building in my name, let alone shares? All I have left is Jun-hyuk.”

Park Yeo-wan’s last lifeline was Shin Jun-hyuk. Making Jun-hyuk a ward of the state and becoming his legal guardian was the only way to secure her luxurious retirement.

“Can you even focus on the book right now?”

As Professor Sung flipped the page with a nonchalant expression, Park Yeo-wan snatched the book and threw it against the wall. The hardcover tore with a thud.

Professor Sung stared at Park Yeo-wan, who was raising her voice uncontrollably, with a calm expression before coldly saying,

“I’ve been treating you with respect as Mrs. Park, but you’re getting ahead of yourself. You’ve grown a lot, our Park Yeo-wan. Who was it that lifted a single mother living in a basement room to the position of mistress of Taesung Group? Have you already forgotten?”

With a high-handed expression, Professor Sung stepped closer and grabbed Park Yeo-wan’s chest firmly. It was a simple gesture to show who was in charge.

Park Yeo-wan bit her lower lip but didn’t resist his touch. Instead, she undid Professor Sung’s belt, as if to match his actions.

It was a tense battle of wills masked by lust, and neither of the two socially prominent individuals showed any sign of backing down.

Park Yeo-wan curled her lips into a smirk and yanked down Professor Sung’s pants. It was the most effective way to subdue him. True to form, Professor Sung roughly groped Park Yeo-wan’s still-firm breasts, and their union was quickly consummated.

As Professor Sung slowly thrust inside her, he asked,

“What kind of roleplay should we do today, esteemed Mrs. Park Yeo-wan?”

Park Yeo-wan wanted to gain the upper hand in their sexual encounter. She believed it would give her more leverage in the ensuing conversation. After a moment of hesitation, she suggested in a sultry voice,

“How about a host? I’m a wealthy customer, and you’re the host serving me. Hehe.”

Though her intentions were obvious, Professor Sung nodded, liking the idea. But who said a host had to be entirely submissive? Professor Sung suddenly pulled out and tapped her clitoris a few times. Park Yeo-wan threw her head back, moaning. Drool dripped from the corner of her mouth.

“Ahh, hng. What are you doing? How dare a host…”

“Madam, in the 21st century, there’s no such thing as social hierarchy. Let me teach you some proper manners today.”

As Park Yeo-wan, now fully aroused, clenched her vaginal entrance, Professor Sung muttered, “Look at this,” and grabbed her thick buttocks. He then began thrusting vigorously. At one point, he poured an iced Americano over her stomach.

“Ahh, it’s cold! What are you doing?”

“Do you like variations, Madam?”

Professor Sung rubbed an ice cube against Park Yeo-wan’s nipple, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure. Satisfied, he pressed the ice cube against her vaginal opening. The sound of Park Yeo-wan’s high-pitched moans blended with the variations Professor Sung had composed.

The ice cube melted quickly due to their body heat, and her tense clitoris throbbed as if ready to burst. Professor Sung rubbed it with the head of his penis before thrusting in roughly. The two writhed in pleasure, taming each other like beasts.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and the smell of sweat filling the air, Park Yeo-wan suddenly shouted just as Professor Sung was about to reach his climax.

“Wait, stop!”

Annoyance flashed across Professor Sung’s face. He wiped the sweat dripping down his face and snapped,

“Why now? What kind of manners are these?”

“Didn’t you hear that sound just now?”

Professor Sung, who had been on the verge of climax, shook his head in disbelief. But Park Yeo-wan, now pale, insisted,

“I definitely heard footsteps in the garden.”

Seeing Park Yeo-wan’s terrified expression, Professor Sung finally realized the seriousness of the situation. He got up from where he was lying and picked up his discarded underwear. Park Yeo-wan, already dressed, said,

“I need to go check the garden.”

“Don’t overreact. Who even knows about this place? The caretaker isn’t coming today.”

Ignoring Professor Sung’s words, Park Yeo-wan slowly walked out to the garden. A scream soon followed, startling Professor Sung inside.

By the time Professor Sung, still only half-dressed, rushed out to the garden, all he saw was Park Yeo-wan slumped on the ground.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Park Yeo-wan pointed a trembling hand into the air and said,

“There was someone in the garden. A man wearing a hat and mask. What if he’s been following us?”

Professor Sung looked in the direction she pointed and said calmly,

“What did I tell you? Worrying is a waste of time. It’s probably just a burglar. Stop overreacting.”

The warmth of his body had cooled unpleasantly. Professor Sung left Park Yeo-wan, still trembling in fear, in the garden and quickly went back inside the villa.

Left alone, Park Yeo-wan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and recalled her first meeting with Professor Sung over 20 years ago.

At 22, Park Yeo-wan had been exceptionally beautiful but also exceptionally poor.

When she went to the market to buy side dishes, the aunties would glare at her with disdain. A woman who didn’t fit in with the rural village, wearing bright red lipstick and dyed hair, who would spread her legs at a bar when she ran out of money. A woman who would take in men’s lustful desires between her thighs and suck their swollen cocks with her mouth. A woman whose every orifice was vulgar. That’s how they saw Park Yeo-wan.

She lived in a basement room with no deposit, raising her five-year-old daughter, Han Seo-yeon, who had big, blinking eyes. The daughter, who couldn’t even afford kindergarten, had a face just like hers. Park Yeo-wan found it unbearably horrifying and hated it.

She believed that with her youth and stunning beauty, she could easily find a wealthy man who would give her overflowing love and a fresh start. If only she didn’t have that burdensome daughter, that weight around her neck, Seo-yeon.

Her two-toned hair, having missed its dye appointment, had lost its luster and become dry. The landlady would berate her for the overdue rent. But Park Yeo-wan didn’t want to work as a restaurant server. At 17, she had worked at a restaurant and had a fling with a married man, which resulted in Seo-yeon. When he found out she was pregnant, the bastard gave her a few hundred dollars and slapped her multiple times.

Park Yeo-wan looked at her five-year-old daughter playing with old blocks and muttered,

“I’ve done enough, I didn’t abandon you… I’ve done everything I can for you. That’s what I think.”

That night, Park Yeo-wan drugged Seo-yeon with sleeping pills and left her in front of an orphanage. She felt no guilt. After all, she had let the child be born instead of having an abortion.

But tears streamed down her face. The tears were for her own self-loathing. Why had she waited five years to do this, as if she had some great maternal love?

As she walked down the orphanage’s side path, Park Yeo-wan wiped away her tears several times. But her tears soon stopped. A strange man appeared before her, arms crossed. It was Professor Sung Ho-yeon.