WWBU - 22

The door clicked shut behind her, and the dim light flickered on. Hyun-soo’s eyes immediately caught sight of the stiletto heels scattered across the floor, along with a pair of men’s shoes beside them.

In an instant, her already low spirits sank even further. She thought she couldn’t feel any worse, but somehow, within just a few hours, her mood managed to plummet even more.

A wave of disgust washed over Hyun-soo, and an involuntary sigh escaped her lips. At least for today, she had hoped things would be different. But no—here they were again.

“Ahng, stop it!”

From the room on the other side of the cramped living room came a shrill cry, followed by animalistic moans that sent shivers down her spine. Clearly, the people involved had no intention of showing restraint or consideration for Hyun-soo’s presence.

Unable to bear the rising frustration and nausea, Hyun-soo clamped her hands over her ears. Yet, inexplicably, the wet, guttural sounds seemed to burrow deeper into her mind. And then, as if mocking her despair, their laughter erupted—loud and unapologetic. That was the final straw.

Hyun-soo snapped. With barely contained rage, she hurled her bag onto the floor.

Yanking off her shoes in irritation, she stormed across the living room and flung open the bedroom door.

BANG! The door slammed against the wall, revealing exactly what she’d expected: two figures tangled together on her bed.

“Ahh... Hnnn...!”

“What...?”

“You crazy bitch! Gently, damn it… Ugh!”

Even with Hyun-soo standing there watching, the couple showed no signs of stopping. If anything, they grew bolder, giggling as they shifted positions. The blanket was tossed aside, exposing their naked bodies. The man thrusting into the woman below him was impossible to ignore—the slick, obscene sounds filling the air made it unbearable.

Though Hyun-soo had seen this scene play out countless times before, she still couldn’t believe that the woman greedily sucking on the man’s chest was her own sister. It was revolting.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Hyun-soo slammed the door shut. Her hand trembled violently around the doorknob, and her heart pounded like a drum.

The scattered clothes, underwear, and used condoms littering the floor? She was used to those by now. Even the sight of strangers having sex on her bed—disgusting as it was—she could force herself to ignore.

But what truly broke her was the knowledge that her sister, Hyun-seo, hated her. Every minute, every second, Hyun-seo acted as though she wanted nothing more than to crush Hyun-soo beneath her heel.

This animosity had started after their mother’s death. To Hyun-seo, Hyun-soo was still the one responsible for the fire that killed Young-ae.

When Hyun-seo returned from studying abroad—a privilege funded by a wealthy benefactor—Hyun-soo had been genuinely happy. She thought they’d finally live together as the only family they had left.

But reality proved cruel. While Hyun-seo lived rent-free in Hyun-soo’s small world, all she ever thought about was how to destroy her younger sister. Time and time again, Hyun-soo found herself crumbling under the weight of her sister’s hatred.

Even after giving up her only room and bed, resigning herself to life on the couch, Hyun-soo never once felt entitled to complain. She believed it was the least she could do. Yet despite this, Kim Hyun-seo continued to despise Kim Hyun-soo—ten years later, her hatred remained unchanged.

‘So you must understand by now. Who holds your leash.’

‘Stay flat on the ground. Grovel.’

Why did Yoon Guk’s words suddenly come to mind? Was it because of the shared thread of hatred tying them both to her?

Realizing she was spiraling into sadness, Hyun-soo quickly shook herself out of it. There were questions she needed to ask Hyun-seo about today’s encounter with Guk.

Inside the room, the couple continued laughing between moans. Suppressing her revulsion, Hyun-soo opened the door again.

“What? Do you want to join?”

Hyun-seo smirked at her.

“Are you insane?”

“Why not? Your flushed face looks so turned on.”

At that, the man beneath Hyun-seo glanced at Hyun-soo. Sneering, he grabbed Hyun-seo’s hips and thrust upward with exaggerated force. In response, Hyun-seo arched her back, placing her hands on his thighs for support. Each time she swayed her flexible waist, the wet slap of their bodies colliding echoed through the room.

Hyun-soo knew they were deliberately taunting her. That’s why she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. No matter how much bile rose in her throat, she held her ground.

With clenched fists, Hyun-soo turned away and forced herself to speak calmly.

“What did you do with my photos?”

“…”

“And those strange pictures? Were they yours?”

“Does it matter?”

“I can’t believe you’re serious. Are you out of your mind?”

“If you’re not here to join us, hnnn... get lost. You’re ruining the mood.”

“…Stop this nonsense and come out to the living room right now. We need to talk.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s about your benefactor. Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?”

At that, Hyun-seo paused mid-thrust. Moaning softly, she slapped the man’s abdomen lightly.

“Hold on. Just a moment.”

“What? Seriously? Now?”

“If you want me to finish what we started, shut up and wait patiently. Got it?”

Patting the man’s cheek, Hyun-seo pulled away from him. As she stood, semen dripped down her legs.

“Ugh, this is why I hate dealing with brats throwing tantrums.”

Grabbing her discarded underwear, she wiped herself off carelessly before heading toward the door.

“Aren’t you going to put something on?”

“We’ll be fucking again soon anyway. Why bother?”

Hyun-soo was speechless.

“Do whatever you want with the door. Just hurry up and come out when you’re ready to talk.”

Without sparing Hyun-soo another glance, Hyun-seo lit a cigarette at the dining table. The sharp angles of her face hollowed and filled with each drag of smoke.

“Do you know who I met today?”

“Am I supposed to guess? Probably some old geezer benefactor.”

“That’s right. You didn’t want to go, so I went instead. To that meeting.”

“So what? Are you trying to guilt-trip me because you went in my place?”

Closing the door behind her, Hyun-soo approached Hyun-seo.

“I’m too tired for long explanations, so I’ll cut straight to the point.”

“Well, aren’t you being unusually straightforward?”

“The person who showed up wasn’t old.”