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“No, why has the girl been crying for two days straight?”
“Isn’t this guy insane? You’re the one who set up the entertainment, so how am I supposed to know? That heartless bastard sold his own sister and now acts like this? Even if she’s only a half-sister, how can anyone do something like that?”
“That Jaemun director needs to come again. Why is she just sitting there crying? She’s bringing bad luck to our business.”
“Damn it, seriously. No matter how much you love money, isn’t this too much? Did you really want to force Nayeon into this?”
“Shut up. That’s what you all do every day. Get your head straight.”
“Is Nayeon anything like us?”
“What’s different about her? Are her hands made of gold or something? You, me, her—we’re all the same. And damn it, pouring drinks isn’t hard. As long as you have hands, anyone can do it. Do you even know how much money that Jaemun director spent? Do you even know, you idiot? He spent more in one night than all of you combined could earn in a month.”
“That fucking piece of shit calls himself her brother. Ugh.”
Yoo-ri glanced over her shoulder toward the waiting room where Nayeon sat with her head buried in her knees. She looked at her with concern.
“No one asked her to sell her body or anything. All she had to do was pour drinks and leave. Why is she making such a fuss?”
“You bastard. You’re the type who’ll soon be asking her to sell her body. Stop pretending to be noble. Let her go already. She’s gotten more than enough out of this.”
Yoo-ri tried to shield Nayeon from further harm.
“If she were someone used to this line of work, maybe. But she’s not someone who’s ever stepped foot in this kind of place before. Forcing her to entertain clients—it’s not easy. Especially when she doesn’t want to.”
“Oh, look who’s become her spokesperson.”
Nayeon curled herself up like a hedgehog, closing her eyes tightly as if entering hibernation. Her tears had stopped, but she had become inexplicably lethargic since then. She wanted to go back to school, chat with friends over coffee, finish writing her resume, and blend in with others leading ordinary lives.
She had plans to eat strawberry cake with Mina and help her professor organize research materials. She resolved to think only positive thoughts. If it weren’t for Taesung, she would’ve been living an ordinary life.
Others might think she worked odd jobs, but she grew up under her parents’ love. Sure, Taesung occasionally caused trouble, but it was manageable. Despite their modest means, her parents sent her to pharmacy school because they wanted her to become a pharmacist. Maybe it had been a happy life. Yes, only good thoughts. Only good thoughts.
But why were tears still streaming down her face?
She kept her eyes closed for a long time. The sounds of people coming and going around her faded into background noise.
“Hey. Nayeon.”
Nayeon raised her head at the sound of her name. It was Yoo-ri.
“Hurry up and go. Taesung isn’t here right now.”
“He’ll come looking for me.”
“You’ll go crazy dealing with that lunatic. Just go. He’s not in his right mind, that bastard.”
Yoo-ri pushed Nayeon gently out the door, urging her to leave. Pretending not to notice, she closed the door behind her.
Nayeon hurried to the motel. With the small amount of money Yoo-ri had given her, she took a taxi. The room was still in shambles, just as Taesung had left it after his rampage.
As soon as she returned, Nayeon showered, scrubbing away the lingering smell of the room salon. After two days, her makeup had smudged horribly, leaving her face a mess. She washed her entire body thoroughly, barely having time to dry her hair before grabbing her bag and heading to the subway station to return to school.
Though the summer semester had ended and there were no classes, she wanted to go back to campus. She wanted to blend in with her friends, to live an ordinary life like nothing had happened.
Now, there was no mother or father to protect her. Under the sky, the only ones left were Taesung and herself—siblings who shared the same father’s blood. She sat in the reading room, hiding among books and job-related materials. Her concentration was at its lowest.
“Nayeon, you came to school? How are you still studying even after exams are over?”
“I need to prepare for interviews and help my professor organize some materials.”
“Did you not sleep? You look exhausted.”
Sang-yoon patted her shoulder and handed her a bottle of honey water.
“Want to grab dinner together? I just ran into Mina here.”
Nayeon turned around to see Mina quietly waving from the corner of the reading room. Mina, who was preparing for a job at a pharmaceutical company, had practically lived in the library since the start of break. When invited to dinner, Nayeon rummaged through her bag before realizing Taesung had taken her wallet.
“I don’t have my wallet. I’ll pay you back later.”
“No, I’ve got money.”
Nayeon pulled out the leftover coins from her taxi ride earlier. Just enough to buy a meal at the school cafeteria. Among classmates who ate like zombies after hours of studying, the three of them sat together. Though she ordered her favorite pork cutlet, she barely touched it. Instead, she focused on soothing her upset stomach with salad dipped in sweet apple sauce. Seeing this, Mina offered some of her own salad.
“Song Nayeon, what’s on your mind?”
Would Taesung come looking for her when she returned home tonight? Of course, he’d come to cause trouble. She hoped he wouldn’t call that man again. Even if he did, she doubted he’d answer. Taesung would surely insist on “entertaining” him and make the call himself. She knew Taesung well enough after all these years. His temper wasn’t a mystery to her.
If only her father, with his strong personality, were still alive to rein in Taesung’s reckless behavior, she might have had someone to lean on.
“I’m not thinking about anything. How’s your preparation going?”
“I don’t know. I feel like quitting everything—school, jobs, all of it.”
“It’ll work out. Your grades are good, and your internship scores were great too.”
“The problem is, there are so many people like that. I don’t know. I’m so tired I could die.”
She missed these conversations. Realistic talks about grades and the future with her friends. They made her feel like a typical twenty-something, on the verge of starting her career.
The three of them left the student cafeteria after exchanging trivial banter.
“Ah, I’m so tired. I think I’ll head home for the day.”
Mina stretched lazily before suddenly turning to Nayeon with a curious look.
“But hey, why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been calling since yesterday.”
“Oh? Ah, I lost my phone.”
“Your wallet too?”
“…Both were stolen by a pickpocket.”
“Wow. Losing one thing is hard enough, but both at the same time? You’re something else. Didn’t you say you’re selling that motel? Now that your dad’s gone, why stay there?”
Mina lit a cigarette and sat on a bench. Sang-yoon followed suit, lighting his own cigarette discreetly.
“It’s dangerous there. It might be okay now, but that’s just your luck. That alley is creepy. If your parents were still around, maybe it’d be different, but…”
“I’ve lived there for over twenty years.”
“Exactly. It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten hurt yet.”
“I’ve already put it up for sale. I promised to vacate by the end of the month.”
Sang-yoon flicked his ash and glanced at Nayeon, catching her eye. He had been the one she confided in about this.
“When you sell it, you won’t be able to afford a nice rental, but you should be able to get a place for yourself, right?”
“I’m already looking into it.”
“If the neighborhood were better, the land value would’ve skyrocketed. Or maybe you should hold onto it? Who knows? It might become prime real estate someday. Did anyone predict Gangnam would become such a golden area?”
“I’ve lived there for twenty years. I’m moving out. For sure this time.”
“That’s a relief. Once the results are announced, you probably won’t come back to school, right? The announcement is coming up soon, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
Mina nodded while taking a deep drag of her cigarette. Cigarettes. That man had smoked too. His had a slightly bitter scent. She shook her head, trying to push the thought away. There was no reason for her to be connected to him. As Taesung said, it was strange for someone like him to even cross paths with her. She had decided never to see him again.
“Should I try smoking?”
“Don’t. It’s a pain. Once you start, it’s hard to quit.”
“My willpower is strong. You know that.”
“Don’t step into something bad. Why would you want to learn something harmful? I know I sound like an old fogey, but listen to someone with experience.”
Mina patted her shoulder. Don’t even dip your toes into bad things. Yes, that was the right answer.
“By the way, do you want to go on a blind date? There’s a spot open.”
Sang-yoon paused mid-way through stubbing out his cigarette and abruptly shifted his gaze toward them. Mina had vented endlessly about Ha Tae-min after he left her, cursing him with every foul word imaginable. She was the kind of friend who would cry over how much gossip spread around school after their breakup—Tae-min, infamous for being one of the most handsome guys on campus. Nayeon had often reassured her that there were plenty of other good men out there.
“It’s fine.”
“Fine? What do you mean, fine? He’s the ‘flower’ of our school’s fashion design department.”
“Flower?”
“I mean, he’s ridiculously handsome,” Mina exaggerated with sweeping hand gestures.
Sang-yoon chuckled bitterly at Mina’s theatrics. Watching him wasn’t exactly comforting either. Nayeon brushed off the conversation, waving her hands dismissively.
“Alright, I’m heading home.”
“Hurry up and get a job already.”
Despite the somewhat condescending advice that life might feel better once she entered the workforce compared to her grueling study days, Nayeon soothed Mina before returning to her seat, her heavy body sinking back into the chair.
Even during the break, the reading room was fairly crowded with students studying. As Nayeon gripped her pen, her finger tingled painfully. A small red welt had formed on her index finger—when had she injured it? It must have happened when she struggled to shake off the drunken man who had forcefully grabbed her wrist early that morning. Perhaps she had scraped it against a bottle.
Her shoulder ached from staying curled up all night, and her stomach felt bloated as if the food she’d eaten hadn’t digested properly. Eventually, Nayeon left the reading room and used the leftover coins in her pocket to buy a canned drink.
Outside the window, darkness had already fallen. Not wanting to go home yet, she stared out the window for a while, sipping her drink. Watching the backs of students slowly leaving campus, Nayeon absentmindedly fiddled with her can.
She couldn’t stay on campus forever. After flipping through only a few pages of her book, she closed it and stepped out of the library. Gazing silently at the now-shadowed campus, Nayeon took a hesitant step forward.
Passing by the liberal arts building after leaving the library, Nayeon suddenly froze. In the distance, she spotted men in sleek black suits. The sound of their polished shoes echoed faintly as they encircled the campus perimeter.
Her heart raced, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. Without realizing it, Nayeon began to back away. Though there were many places to escape to, her stiffened legs made it hard to move far. She knew she’d be caught again if she didn’t act quickly.
She slipped into the nearby liberal arts building. All the lecture halls were locked, but through the glass doors, she could see people passing by outside.
Going home wouldn’t make a difference anyway. Her father’s death had been the start of another string of misfortunes. As long as she remained under the same sky as Taesung, this nightmare would continue. Perhaps it was something she had anticipated all along.
The footsteps outside quickened. Trembling like a broken toy, Nayeon fumbled to steady herself against the wall before slipping into the restroom and locking the door behind her. She could hear someone entering the building through the glass doors. Unable to control her shaking legs, Nayeon collapsed onto her knees, pulling them tightly to her chest.
Heavy footsteps approached, stopping just outside the restroom. Her heart pounded as if it might burst out of her chest. The man was right outside the door.
“…”
Nayeon clamped her hands over her mouth, terrified even the slightest breath might betray her presence.
The man standing outside the door neither knocked nor attempted to open it. A faint trace of cigarette smoke wafted through the crack beneath the door. Clutching her knees tightly, Nayeon slowly raised her head.
“Open the door.”
The voice was familiar—unforgettable. A calm, deep baritone. Low and measured.
“Busy. Hurry up and open it.”
A short sigh accompanied the knock, unmistakably belonging to that man.
Why was he here now? There was no reason for him to be. Confused but unable to speak, Nayeon hesitantly unlocked the door. With a soft creak, the door opened. She looked up at the man standing before her.
“…Director Cha.”
The title felt appropriate since she didn’t feel comfortable addressing him by name. Others would refer to him this way too.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
He seemed amused by her choice of address, quirking an eyebrow. Leaning casually, he stubbed out his cigarette with the tip of his shoe.
“Ah, hello. But how did you end up here…?”
“Can’t say hello properly? Why are you hiding?”
“…I thought you might be my brother.”
Another brief silence passed. Why was the man who had walked away, vowing never to see her again, standing here now? She wanted to ask but couldn’t bring herself to speak.
“How did you find me here?”
“Why else would I come? Do you think I came to read books in the library?”
His curt words carried clear irritation, making her wary.
“Come out.”
It was surreal to see Yeon-seok standing before her instead of Taesung. Waves of relief crashed over her, overwhelming her senses.
Though Yeon-seok was perhaps even more intimidating than Taesung, he was fundamentally different from her brother, who sold her out to line his own pockets. Yet why, when he had left saying he never wanted to see her again, had she cried so uncontrollably—and now, simply seeing him here brought such profound relief? Was it because she wouldn’t be dragged back to Taesung? A tear welled up in her eye. She quickly wiped it away.
“Not coming out? Should I carry you?”
“I’ll... I’ll go.”
Hesitantly stepping out of the stall, she followed him. His long strides were difficult to keep up with, but noticing her struggle, he slowed his pace slightly.
“You really are something else.”
As Nayeon caught up to him, she felt some of the tension easing from her body.
“But seriously, why are you here?”
“I don’t know.”
Nayeon glanced up at him. His usually neat hair was slightly tousled, and his shirt appeared damp in places. Seeing him disheveled made her glance at him repeatedly.
“Seriously, you’re making me uneasy.”
“What?”
“I’m asking if you bought snacks or something.”
“…I’m not a kid. And besides, the age gap between us isn’t that big.”
Nayeon recalled an article she’d read about his age.
“I know you’re not a kid. I’m not some creep attracted to minors, so don’t worry.”
“What?”
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I had pork cutlet.”
Seong-sik, spotting Yeon-seok approaching, hastily bowed deeply. Upon hearing Seong-sik’s radio message that the boss had found the girl, the scattered men regrouped.
Seong-sik opened the rear car door—it was meant for Yeon-seok.
“Get in.”
At Yeon-seok’s terse command, Nayeon glanced around. The men surrounding the car stood at attention, waiting for him to board. Clearly, she needed to get in first. Quickly bowing her head, Nayeon slid into the backseat. Once Yeon-seok settled in beside her, the car door closed.
The vehicle glided smoothly out of the campus.
Nayeon leaned back into the plush seat, appreciating the comfort and smooth ride. Yeon-seok rubbed his temples, looking troubled. A faint trace of blood stained the ring on his left finger.
Had he gotten into another fight like last time? But aside from his slightly damp shirt, nothing about him seemed disheveled. Everything was in place except for the blood on his finger—a sign that he had dealt with someone unilaterally.
“Did you… go to that room salon yesterday?”
Could the person he had confronted be Taesung?
“Were you at that bar?”
His gaze turned toward her. His eyes were eerily calm, unlike the icy fury she had witnessed that night at the room salon. This time, there was no mistaking the difference. She felt relief. Foolish, inexplicable relief.
“Don’t ask. Let’s just go quietly.”
“If you say so… I won’t ask.”
The man habitually pulled out a cigarette again. Nayeon, noticing him searching for a lighter, quickly flicked open the one she had been holding and offered the flame. It was the same lighter he had left behind at the room salon. He stared at it for a moment before snatching it from her hand.
“Don’t ever do something like that again.”
“What do you mean by ‘that’...?”
“Lighting my cigarette, pouring drinks, do I have to spell everything out for you?”
In the rearview mirror, Seong-sik, seated in the front passenger seat, glanced briefly at them. Their eyes met through the reflection. His look clearly said, How can you be so clueless as to annoy our boss like this? Nayeon shrank under his unspoken rebuke.
Though she had reluctantly done what the manager asked that day, it was obvious that her actions still irritated him deeply.
“I heard that’s how you get ahead in the working world—serving your superiors well leads to quick promotions.”
“Do you think this is a joke?”
“I was just trying to be polite.”
“Polite about what?”
“Just… seeing your face again.”
Their gazes lingered awkwardly in the air for a long moment. After what felt like an eternity, Nayeon leaned back into her seat and stared straight ahead. Something felt strange. The car seemed filled with the lingering scent of his cologne. Was it just her imagination, or was it really there?
She had thought she would never see him again, yet here he was, and inexplicably, her heart felt at ease. A warmth bubbled up inside her—a feeling unfamiliar to her. Even silly jokes slipped out unintentionally.
Still, he was right. That business card he had given her—it had become her lifeline.
The car entered the familiar alleyway. She entertained a fleeting thought: If only we could drive slower, stay together a little longer. Was it because the car seat was so comfortable? Or was it the subtle allure of his cologne? Or perhaps… no, that last thought was absurd.
“You’re too naive for your own good. Thinking Ha Tae-min is the only man in the world. Pathetic. Can’t you move on? If not him, then someone else. Find your own way. Or, if nothing else, at least let yourself fall for someone physically. Physical attraction often leads to emotional attachment—it’s just how it works.”
Mijoo’s words echoed in her mind.
“I didn’t take my feelings for you lightly either. After all, Tae-min was my friend. But he’s the one who left you. It breaks my heart to see you suffer because of him.”
Sang-yoon’s bitter muttering from earlier suddenly resurfaced in her thoughts. Why now, of all times?
The car reached the end of the alley. The motel’s flickering sign came into view.
“Get out.”
The man spoke in his trademark low, calm voice as he opened his eyes. Just as Nayeon reached for the door handle, Yeon-seok’s long arm crossed in front of her. She looked at the arm blocking her path.
“Not you. You,” he clarified, nodding toward Seong-sik.
The driver immediately understood and hurriedly exited the vehicle. Yeon-seok signaled to Seong-sik, who handed over Nayeon’s wallet and phone. His gruff tone matched the memory she had of him.
“Take them. And thank my brother properly. How dare such a tiny thing like you bother him, let alone make him chase after you. I should’ve just—”
“Enough nonsense. Get out.”
“Me too?”
“Yes, especially you. How can she say anything with you looming around, scaring her?”
Without needing to be told twice, Seong-sik stepped out and stood guard beside the car. Nayeon fidgeted with the wallet and phone Seong-sik had returned to her. As the two of them were left alone in the car, a heavy silence settled between them.
“…Thank you.”
“For what?”
“…For everything.”
“What do you mean, everything? Did Seong-sik tell you to say that?”
He had just teased her about joking, yet here he was saying something equally ridiculous. She glanced at him, and finally, he chuckled softly. His eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, and she couldn’t help but notice how handsome they were. Leaning back into the seat, he openly observed her.
Nayeon, clutching the edge of her wallet, felt his gaze resting on her. Simply sharing this confined space with him brought an unexpected sense of comfort.
Was it because this was a new environment? It wasn’t the motel room she’d always lived in, nor the hospital room where her father spent his final year. Here, she didn’t have to think about anything at all.
Of course, the man in front of her was dangerous. Capable of unimaginable cruelty, erasing someone without a trace was just one of many things he did effortlessly. Even someone as rugged as Seong-sik revered him like a god.
Exchanging banter with him felt surreal. She hadn’t expected his cologne to soothe her. No matter how she thought about it, it was madness.
“The scent of your cologne…”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
“Is it too strong?”
Still fiddling with her wallet, she shook her head.
“Deal with it. I didn’t know you disliked cologne.”
Even if it were overwhelming, telling her to endure it was so like him. She nodded slowly. Could she forget Ha Tae-min because of this man? Could he erase the memories of that person? A reckless thought crossed her mind.
“Anything you want to say?”
“Huh? What?”
“Never mind. Go inside.”
Clutching her wallet and phone tightly, she pushed the door handle. Should she ask if it was okay to keep his business card again? Caught in internal conflict, she hesitated just as she stepped one foot out of the car. His voice stopped her.
“If someone forces you to do something you don’t want to, break their pride first. It’s easier to crush them that way. If even that’s too hard, gouge their eyes. For you, that might be simpler.”
She stared blankly, unable to comprehend his words, and his sigh escaped between clenched teeth.
“Are you really a pharmacy student?”
“…Are you talking about my brother? Oh, if he comes back, you mean? …But how did you know? Did my brother tell you that I…?”
“Come here.”
Closing the door, he beckoned her closer with a flick of his finger. Nayeon shut the door and climbed back into the car, inching closer to him. Up close, she could see the fine details: his slightly damp hair, the faint scent of skin mingling with cologne, and the lingering aroma of cigarettes. All of it combined into something intoxicating, yet dangerous.
His cold pupils locked onto hers. Maintaining eye contact felt perilous, stirring a tense unease. She instinctively averted her gaze, trying to subtly lean away, but his eyes followed her every movement. As she shifted uncomfortably, she realized her skirt had ridden up her thighs.
Hastily pulling it down with trembling hands, his large hand overlapped hers. Startled, she looked up. His hand had already slipped beneath her skirt, gripping her hip and pulling her closer.
Before she knew it, she was straddling his thigh. Shocked, she clutched at his shirt, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.
“People, damn it, shouldn’t torment others so carelessly.”
“What do you mean? What are you saying?”
“Be quiet. It’s confusing enough as it is.”
The fingers gripping her hips burned hot against her skin. She tried to pull his wrist out from under her skirt, but his arm was firm and unyielding—a body built differently from birth, capable of overpowering someone like Taesung in an instant.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, looking genuinely conflicted. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Seong-sik glance back, quickly straightening himself upon seeing their tangled positions.
Nayeon attempted to shift her hips away and move toward the door, but he held her firmly in place, allowing no escape.
“Why…?”
“Didn’t your brother take all the money from the motel sale? Where will you go now?”
Her room had been left in shambles, her bankbook and cards all gone. Naturally, the deposit for the motel was also missing. The only money she had left was the small amount she’d receive from this month’s guests—barely 300,000 won. Perhaps she should use it to book a long-term stay somewhere. Her head throbbed at the thought. Still, she consoled herself—it was a thousand times better than living under the same roof as Taesung.
“...There’s always somewhere to lie down, I guess.”
“What makes you so calm?”
“...It’s not like refusing would solve anything anyway.”
“At least try begging for help. Grab onto someone’s coattails and cling for dear life. Who knows? Maybe some rich old geezer will sponsor you.”
“...Would you sponsor me?”
“No. I don’t like that sort of thing.”
He was a truly strange man. Even a casually thrown remark left no room for ambiguity. A razor-sharp rejection—though she didn’t know him well, it somehow fit him perfectly. She had been about to say she wasn’t interested in that kind of thing either, but he beat her to it.
“So, you’re telling me to cry pitifully and cling to you? Whimper and suck your tongue, maybe? Who knows, it might change my mind.”
Huh? The man smirked, leisurely moving his hand. His fingers, hidden beneath her skirt, brushed teasingly against her panties, tracing slow, deliberate circles over her backside. Her eyelids fluttered involuntarily.
“Pervert.”
“Perverted play—nice, right? You like that?”
“...If I did, I’d still be in that hostess bar.”
“You just won’t back down, will you?”
Chuckling, the man tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingering on Nayeon’s lower lip. The low, amused sound that escaped him was oddly stimulating.
“Fine. Start with a kiss. I’ll decide after that.”
“...What?”
“Stop asking.”
He shut the conversation down. It was clear he wouldn’t entertain further questions, no matter how she pressed. All she could feel was the weight of his piercing gaze. Nayeon tightened her grip on his wrist, still dangerously close under her skirt, as if measuring his pulse. She couldn’t meet his eyes—not with the way he was looking at her, not with the way his breath felt so dangerously close.
“Out with the trash, in with the Benz. That’s not just some saying, you know.”
Mijoo’s advice echoed in her mind. It wasn’t a Benz, but the foreign luxury sedan he arrived in was just as good, if not better.
“Get yourself together,” Mijoo had said.
Of all times, now?
She knew what she was about to do was insane. But she wanted to move forward. If she needed to break free, even just once, she wanted to. Until now, she had lived only for Ha Taemin. She thought he was the only man in her life. But a kiss—and sex—with someone else?
For some reason, she felt an odd certainty that this man in front of her wouldn’t be a bad choice for her rebellion. She didn’t know why. Right now, she didn’t want to define this feeling. Wasn’t this just a game for mutual pleasure anyway? Yes, she decided to think of it that way.
Nayeon slowly placed both hands on his shoulders, pushing through the dangerous pheromones he exuded as she leaned closer. Her trembling lips met his reddened ones. Their breaths tangled. Even though she had initiated it, the pressure felt overwhelming, as if she were being violated against her will. It was like being pulled into his orbit, a helpless asteroid caught in his gravity.
She teased his lower lip, frustration building when he didn’t part them. Shifting closer, she finally felt his tongue slide against hers. The sensation was intoxicating—thick, decadent, more overwhelming than the bitter scent of cigarettes.
“Ah—mm, hng…”
She hadn’t realized how desperately she was licking until saliva dripped down her chin. There was no time to wipe it away. Just the act of kissing had drained the strength from her body. But his hand, impossibly perceptive, gripped her waist firmly, holding her up.
“Good. Suck me properly. You’re halfway there.”
His tongue swiped away the saliva on her chin, his voice rough with suppressed arousal. He was just as affected—his erection pressed unmistakably against her thigh through his pants. His occasional praise was like sweet bait. Nayeon lowered her eyes and nodded faintly.
Seizing the moment, she slipped her tongue past his parted lips. Their tongues met instantly, hot and eager. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she crushed her lips harder against his, tangling their tongues in a wet, messy dance. The slick sounds of their mouths were embarrassingly loud.
It felt like he was devouring her whole. She had started this, but at some point, he had taken complete control. He moved like an outlaw storming into her space, his tongue as ruthless as his personality.
“Ah—ah, Vice President…”
The plea slipped out between gasps. If this kept up, something irreversible would happen. Sex wouldn’t change anything—except with him, it felt like it would shatter every preconception she had.
“Let’s… stop now.”
“Pretty shameless talk for someone whose pussy is soaked. Pharmacy student.”
She wanted to protest, but her panties were already damp.
His hardened length rubbed insistently between her thighs. Was she the one grinding, or was he thrusting? The line blurred. The thin fabric of her panties was the only barrier left, and he seemed intent on tearing through it.
“Ah—mm, ngh…”
She was embarrassingly close already. Her toes curled, her legs trembling. As if sensing it, his hands smoothed over her thighs, surprisingly gentle despite their size.
This was the same alley she had walked for twenty years. The one she had grown sick of, the one she had once fled in desperation. And now, here she was, doing something obscene with a man who wasn’t even her lover. The thrill of betrayal tingled low in her stomach.
His fingers trailed lazily up her calves, her thighs, then higher—
“Spread your legs wider. Yeah, like that.”
His voice was thick with lust, just as heated as she was.
“Are you… really going to?”
“Going to what?”
“What you’re planning…”
“What, sex? Fucking? Or should I say ‘getting laid’?”
He chuckled darkly, his focus entirely on the flimsy fabric still covering her. The last barrier—the only thing she was desperately clinging to.
Two thick fingers pushed aside her panties, rubbing roughly over her slick entrance. They were large, firm—proportionate to his broad chest.
“Hah—don’t rub so hard… ah!”
Her soft flesh yielded under his calloused touch, her folds parting greedily.
Her body had been closed off for so long, just like her heart after her first love.
And now, it was Vice President of Jaemun Construction’s fingers prying her open. Soon, those fingers would be replaced by something much thicker.
“Hng, haah…”
A moan escaped her, high and needy.
“Soaked already.”
“Y-You pervert.”
“Guess this ‘pervert’ is good at handling your little hole.”
Two fingers pushed inside without warning.
“Ah, w-wait!”
But his fingers didn’t hesitate, plunging deeper as if testing how far they could go.
“Ah—!”
Her head fell back at the overwhelming fullness. It had been so long since anything—even her own fingers—had touched her there. She arched into his hand, taking him deeper, her walls fluttering around his knuckles.
“Haa, yes...”
Even though she was loosened by excitement, it was still a narrow opening. The finger thrust deep inside was wet with her own juices, as if he had spat into her. The finger he had inserted pushed up high. The caress, a hint that he would soon fill her inside with something much larger, sent a jolt through her clit. Nayeon, as if drawn in, searched through her pubic hair for the swollen nub.
As soon as her protruding clit touched her hand, she rubbed it and subtly swayed her hips. Using Yeonseok’s finger as a dildo, she moved her hips back and forth, and his fingertip scraped against a deep, dark spot. He willingly aided her self-pleasure, moving his finger while thrusting upward.
“You look good. Twist your hips more. That’s it. Your hole is opening up.”
She knew it was incredibly embarrassing to masturbate while he watched, but she couldn’t stop. It had been so long since she had felt such intense pleasure, or rather, she had never felt anything like this before... Nayeon tried to shake off her confused thoughts and focused on her lower region. Yeonseok pulled her skirt up high and placed it in her hand. His gaze, fixed on her self-pleasuring, grew even more blatant.
She rubbed her clit quickly in front of him. Each time, a seductive moan escaped her lips. The hand movements probing her were so relentlessly persistent that she couldn’t shake off the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ah, hmm, um.”
He spread apart the fingers he had inserted, intensifying the pleasure. Even just his fingers made her melt down there, and she guessed that his manhood would surely scratch away all this itchiness. Just the thought made her head spin.
She had never imagined she would be doing this kind of thing with this man.
Nayeon bit her lower lip tightly and swirled her pelvis in circles, twisting her hole around his finger. She moved her hips lewdly, biting and tasting his finger. She didn’t miss the chance to rub her clit, adding to the pleasure. Her enraptured hole sucked on his finger, throbbing.
“Ah... uh...”
“Did you always masturbate like this?”
“Ah... ah, hmm. No...”
“You like having your vagina touched so much you’re drooling? That’s unexpected.”
This man had an extraordinary talent for saying vulgar things so sweetly. Nayeon squeezed her eyes shut.
She had forgotten that Seong-sik and Yeonseok’s men were guarding the door. She had never been so aroused by just fingers. Tae-min... what she had with him was warm, gentle sex, a communion of hearts. She had thought of sex as something sacred. Words like these were so vulgar...
It was different from Tae-min. Even his smiling eyes were savage.
When she lowered her head slightly, she saw the pool of liquid that had flowed out and gathered in his palm. Moisture had gathered below her pubic hair as well. It was clearly from excitement, but she denied it with her lips.
“No...”
“No? Then did you piss yourself?”
“Hoo... uh.”
She tried to cover her vulva with her hand, but the liquid kept seeping out against her will.
“Why are you so flustered? Didn’t you play like this with your ex-boyfriend?”
He smiled pleasantly as he smeared the pooled liquid back onto her vulva.
“You’re crazy.” She wanted to say that, but only suppressed moans escaped her lips each time she opened her mouth.
His hand, which had been moving in and out of her hole as if it were his own home, quickly moved to her back. In an instant, her body was lying on the seat. His head plunged between her awkwardly raised legs.
“Raise your legs and brace them.”
“Yes, yes?”
“How did you suck that big thing? You must have given him oral.”
She couldn’t bring herself to answer his embarrassing question. He brushed back his hair, asking blatant questions as if it were nothing. His eyes were a little red. In fact, he had no composure left either.
“You’re so damn lewd.”
At the sound of his breath escaping through his teeth, she rubbed her eyes with her hands.
“Whether you’re really embarrassed or pretending to be, you’re cute either way.”
Even though it was a spacious sedan, the back seat was cramped compared to a bed. Yeonseok adjusted her position so she could lean against the car body diagonally, making her waist more comfortable. He was more delicate and considerate than she had thought. But Nayeon soon realized that it was just her illusion.
“I want you to watch me suck your pussy.”
“Do you really have to?”
“Visual stimulation is twice as exciting, you know.”
He smiled and met her eyes. A strange man who spoke vulgar words sweetly with a cruelly upturned lip.
Nayeon’s eyes moved to Yeonseok’s hands holding her legs. The neatly fastened cufflinks, the clean watch underneath, the sharply edged shirt collar, everything looked proper, but his behavior in bed was not. The visual stimulation from the man in front of her was already enough. Vulgar slang from those well-formed lips.
“Well, me too.”
He took off her T-shirt and bra and threw them into the front seat. Her breasts, freed from pressure, swayed as if dancing. Her stiff nipples lifted their heads towards him. Those breasts, which Mi-joo had always joked were unnecessarily large.
His eyes, which had been fixed on the hardened nipples, unexpectedly moved to Nayeon’s clear eyes. Their eyes met.
“You.”
He suddenly called her name. Her heart pounded as if he had squeezed it.
“Have you met another guy since I left that room?”
“No. I said I didn’t want to.”
Nayeon was surprised that she had dared to meet his eyes for so long.
“I see.”
His hand, which she had expected to fondle her breasts, stroked her disheveled hair. A shiver ran down her spine at the breath that brushed against her ear. After lingering and tracing her ear with his tongue, he finally cupped her breast in his hand.
It was a strange feeling.
“Let’s eat from the bottom first. I’ll take care of your nipples later. Or, what’s the hurry? Nipples? Pussy? What do you want me to do first?”
“Please don’t ask me things like that.”
She couldn’t bring herself to hit him, even though his smirk was annoying. This man, no matter how much he smiled, was a director in the organization. Someone like her... Nayeon shuddered as she suddenly remembered the fact she had forgotten. He stared intently, as if he wouldn’t do anything if she didn’t answer.
“Well... first... the bottom...”
“Good choice. You’re a mess right now, so let’s take care of your bottom first.”
He put his hand under her hips and pulled down her panties in one go. Before she could feel the emptiness of her exposed lower body, he completely lifted her skirt and began to observe her hole intently.
Her lower region was already beyond the danger level, with her juices dripping down to her butt crack. Her cheeks flushed as she exposed herself completely to his eyes. Perhaps it was because of his serious eyes, devoid of any hint of laughter.
“You masturbated well. You seem very loose.”
“Pervert.”
“Now, touch yourself so the pervert can see. You were doing so well twisting your hips by yourself earlier.”
He took Nayeon’s hand and placed it on her swollen clit. When she put pressure on her trapped hand, he flicked her clit with his overlapping fingers. She flinched at the tingling sensation and pushed his chest away.
“I, I’ll do it. I’ll do it, so...”
When she agreed in a faint voice, his lips curved into a satisfied smile.
“Good girl. Touch yourself well. Don’t be shy now.”
Only after confirming that Nayeon was rubbing her clit did he lower his head between her legs. It was amazing that a key figure in the organization, who would never bow his head to anyone, was bowing down to suck her lower region. Whether she touched his hair, he was completely focused on her crotch.
He stared at her vulva for a long time, as if admiring it, and then sucked the flowing liquid from her entrance with a “slurp.” The clit twitched at the sensation, which she could feel at her fingertips.
“Hah, uh.”
He then licked her juice-soaked opening thickly with his tongue. His handsome eyes narrowed slightly in the light of the street lamp. She soon realized that it was an expression of satisfaction.
His well-defined nose then plunged into the lewdly parted crevice. She could see the explicit scene clearly. She also had to face herself, spreading her legs shamefully and giving herself to him.
Without any room for other thoughts to intrude, he licked her labia with his long tongue, sucking and tasting her hole. Something hot rubbed against her slick, loosened vaginal walls. It was Yeonseok’s tongue, inserted instead of his cock.
“Ah, ah! Director. Huuh.”
Nayeon gripped his hair tightly as he licked her vulva like an animal, moving his tongue wildly. Self-pleasuring by rubbing her clit was now meaningless.
Slurp, tsk. Saliva and juices mixed and overflowed, dripping down her perineum messily.
“Ah, ah! Ah-huh, huh.”
Nayeon’s whole body went limp. She clung to Yeonseok’s hair like a lifeline, moaning loudly, when she met Seong-sik’s eyes as he glanced back. She tried to keep her lips tightly closed, but the cries flowing from her mouth were uncontrollable. Yeonseok’s face was buried between her legs. The man Seong-sik revered like heaven was now sucking her vagina until her inner flesh was squelching.
Her wildly shaking breasts might be visible. Even with the tinted windows, and despite the condensation on the glass, Seong-sik was so close that he could see everything outside.
Seong-sik’s back stiffened as he quickly turned away.
Her whole body trembled with orgasm. The climax was unusually long and intense. Only after she reached her peak did he pull out his tongue. Without even bothering to wipe away the juices trailing behind his tongue like a string, he hurriedly unbuckled his pants.
“Ah-huh... Director.”
She was panting and sobbing, but her gaze went to Seong-sik’s back as he stood facing away. She barely managed to grab his wrist.
“Seong-sik is outside...”
“Don’t worry about him. Think of him as just a dog guarding us.”
He paid no attention to the men outside and unzipped his pants. His cock, which sprang out of his drawers as if it had been waiting, was impressively long and thick. His skin was taut and swollen, as if a leash had been pulled. The dark red, glistening glans at the top were already wet and shiny with pre-cum.
“Why are you staring so intently?”
“I wasn’t trying to look... but you looked at me too, Director.”
She didn’t particularly want to see it, but she thought it was unfair that he had freely indulged in visual foreplay while questioning her gaze. She protested timidly, her cheeks flushed, and the man chuckled as if he were dumbfounded, pausing his stroking of his erection.
“Look all you want. Touch it, if you like.”
Even the way he sat down, telling her to try it, was strangely sexy.
He seemed extremely pleased as he lifted her up and placed his erection in her hand. The cock, with its bulging veins and rough surface, filled her palm.
Having only ever seen Tae-min’s cock, the size, which couldn’t be grasped in one hand, was unfamiliar. The erection that rose powerfully from the center of his groin was incredibly lewd. At the sight of its strange shape, she instinctively stroked the shaft up and down, and a deep groan escaped his lips.
He brushed back his slightly sweaty hair. Even then, he leisurely savored her touch. She could tell from his expression, flushed with heat and biting his lip slightly to suppress his moans.
“...You seem to be enjoying this.”
“...You think?”
His soft voice came out as a deep groan.
“I’m dying to fuck you. Can’t you tell from my hard-on?”
His reason had already crumbled. His erect cock, dripping with pre-cum, began to move up and down in her hand without any rubbing. His cock, eager to spray his semen into her narrow, deep vagina, flexed its bulging muscles.
“Why, are you speechless because it looks so delicious?”
Nayeon’s heart fluttered at his short, mocking laugh. Her head spun as if she were drunk.
“Give me an answer.”
“...It looks delicious.”
He smiled at her honest, almost hypnotized answer. His upturned lips were handsome, and she stared blankly.
“If you stare so blatantly, I might get other ideas.”
“Huh?”
“I need you to lie down so I can fuck you.”
After doing everything else, she became afraid when it came to merging with such a large thing. Her chest tightened. Her vagina, which his cock hadn’t even entered yet, was burning.
“What are you doing? Spread your legs and lie down.”
Her sluggish movements were no longer acceptable. Hadn’t she already made up her mind? He grabbed her ankles and spread her thighs, displeased with her hesitant movements as she awkwardly lowered her back onto the seat. She felt his wet cock touching her parted vulva.
A vibrating sound came from the seat.
He, who had been holding the glans and rubbing it against her entrance, reached for the phone tucked into the corner of the seat. The phone in his hand was vibrating. She blinked in disbelief as he answered the call.
“Yes, Chairman. I’m out on some business.”
Even as he mentioned an unexpected title, he pushed the blunt object against her.
Groaning, she tried to push him away, startled by the pressure of the glans forcing its way into her split entrance, but he slapped her hand away.
“Uhh, ah.”
Nayeon tightly sealed her lips, afraid of moaning.
“No, sir. How could I forget?”
His thick cock finally forced its way into her narrow passage. It was as if he were forcing his way through a path that had not been opened. Her vagina spread lewdly to accommodate the thickness of his cock.
“Hiss, mph.”
She had to cover her mouth with both hands. The forceful insertion pushed her back up. Her mind reeled from the feeling of her inner flesh being stretched. The veins on his cock, which had turned bloodshot, spread her mucous membranes.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
She grabbed his shoulders with trembling hands. As if to signal that he was fully inside, he rotated his pelvis, pressing his testicles against her lower abdomen. The feeling of the smooth skin rubbing against her perineum was chilling. It was too big. She had thought he would only insert half of it. The fact that such a large thing was fully inside her was insane.
“Please... the phone...”
“Don’t mention the work. The kids do it, I don’t do anything. Our Chairman is going to get into trouble if he keeps spoiling me like this.”
He slowly pulled out, tightly locked with her below, then thrust back in with the force of a rhino. Her jaw trembled from the stinging sensation that accompanied each thrust of the thick shaft into her narrow entrance.
Nayeon involuntarily spread her hole wider, helping with the smoother thrusting. She gripped the base of his cock, which was buried in her juices and then pulled out again, and pushed it back in until it was almost touching his testicles. Even as she inserted him herself, her legs trembled uncontrollably from the intoxicating penetration.
“Ah... huh.”
The liquid flowing down her perineum, which was so wet it was almost dripping, was now impossible to control. The size, which she had never experienced before, made her small hole cry out in orgasm with just the insertion alone.
The man’s smiling eyes, as he grinned at the sight, were incredibly sensual. He parted her labia, opening her wide, making penetration easier than before, but it was still overwhelming. The mere fact that his cock was fully inside her, reaching deep within, made her mind hazy and sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her feel like she needed to urinate.
Even while on the phone, he began to thrust his hips rhythmically.
“Hah... ah.”
She welcomed his monstrously large cock, which seemed to invade her vagina, chewing on it. Even as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, his eyes were fixed on Nayeon. His gaze, which had been fixed on her from the start as she writhed in ecstasy, swallowing his cock greedily, intensified. That intense gaze was another stimulant.
“I’ll take care of that matter, so you don’t have to worry too much.”
He was still on the phone... she needed to keep quiet...
With each thrust deeper inside, the pleasure that trembled in her lower abdomen made her legs spread involuntarily. As if waiting for this, his monstrously large cock slid into her vagina, taking its place and expanding its territory. All her efforts were in vain, and with just one thrust of his hips, he reached the deepest part of her.
“Ah, uh... more...”
A deep male voice faintly echoed from the other end of the line. A voice calling him “Yeonseok,” his boss, who dared to call him by his full name.
“Yes, I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry too much.”
Just as he was about to end the call, he suddenly increased his speed without warning. The rhythm, which had been somewhat regular, lost its pace. He hadn’t hung up yet. The lewd sounds of their intercourse, “squelch, smack,” might be audible on the other end of the line.
Ah, her back arched, and her head fell back. The pleasure of his large cock moving in and out of her legs made her eyelids flutter and close.
Then, she heard the sound of him tossing the phone away.
“Ah, Director, Director!”
“You’re shaking so much, your nipples might fall off.”
“Hah, uh, hah.”
‘Who cares about that, damn it, I’m fucking loving this,’ he muttered, lowering his upper body and telling her to hug his neck.
“You like my big dick? You’re sucking me so well.”
His words, whispered in her ear, were sweet. Even though he spoke such vulgar words, his resonant baritone made them sound that way.
“Tell me. Since we’re playing, we might as well have fun.”
Was this fun? She didn’t care. The sex, which prevented her from thinking, his cock, which was too large to handle, the flesh that filled her lonely inside and even spilled out of her hole, his poker-like cock that stirred her heated vagina, all of it was good for this moment. It was good that it made her forget everyone else, that it made her forget completely.
Nayeon nodded and answered his question.
“What’s so good? Relax a little. You’re too tight. My glans can’t even come out when I thrust.”
Thump, thump, he pulled out and thrust back in greedily, acting completely nonchalant.
“Uh, just, it’s...”
“Just what? Say it loud enough for Seong-sik to hear.”
It was close to blackmail. When he lifted his head from whispering in her ear, their eyes met. A cruel beast.
“It’s... big.”
She omitted the subject. He knew. He put his lips close to her ear and breathed out a languid sigh. He was clearly dissatisfied with her inadequate answer.
The shaft, which had been completely pulled out, leaving only the glans inside, scraped against her entrance.
It felt like a balloon deflating. A sense of emptiness overwhelmed her intensely. The residual spasms, which ran from her toes to the top of her head, were proof that she wanted his cock.
“What’s so good about it being big?”
She almost teared up, feeling like she was in heat. But she didn’t want to miss out on this pleasure. She unconsciously fondled the base of his cock, wanting him to thrust it in again. His cock, smeared with her juices, stood more fiercely than ever.
“It’s... big and hard... huuuh.”
“I taught you another thing. Say it. Hoo...”
“Your dick... is delicious. Hiss. Let me eat it.”
“See? You can answer well.”
These were words she had never uttered before, but the shame was fleeting. As if giving her a reward, he immediately filled the empty space with his cock. Before she could even moan with the regained pleasure, he lifted her waist and placed her on his thighs. The position changed in an instant. She spread her legs like a frog and held onto his shoulders for support.
“Here, since it’s delicious, I’ll give you a lot. Suck it as much as you want.”
Nayeon, as if she had been waiting, rubbed her hips back and forth, and he cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer. The large cock she was sucking was, after all, hers. Every time the shaft stirred inside, trying to release his semen, scraping her inner flesh, she involuntarily let out animalistic moans. Nayeon clamped down on his cock, pulling it out as much as possible and then pushing it back into her deep hole. As fast as possible, to the deepest point, so that her vagina was filled to the brim.
“Uhn, ah! Ah! Hiss, huh.”
She lewdly rotated her hips, struggling to squeeze out his semen with vulgar movements. Delicious. This man’s obscene and violent shaft was delicious. An unutterable, depraved orgasm. Nayeon even touched his testicles, as if wanting to put them inside her.
“Uhn, ah! Hah!”
“Your expression is incredibly lewd.”
As she slumped down, begging for more orgasms, he bounced his pelvis upward.
“After tasting my dick like this, do you think you’ll ever be able to masturbate again?”
Even as he thrust his cock wildly, he lowered his head and clamped his teeth on her swaying nipple. He sucked on her nipple with such dedication that his cheeks hollowed out, as if her breast had burst.
This was what he meant by doing it with his mouth while thrusting. He sucked on her breast persistently, wetting it with his saliva, and then bit down hard on her nipple like a whip.
At the same time, Nayeon reached her climax. She could feel the base of his cock twitching as it ejaculated. Her lower abdomen contracted tightly. Even then, her lower lips sucked on his semen like a child begging for milk. The piston action continued until he had completely emptied his semen.
Only after pounding her most intimate place in such a crude way did the act end. Her stomach churned from the intense actions. Nayeon belatedly covered her mouth.
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