LUST - 8

08. A Broken Heart

It was afternoon when she opened her eyes, the setting sun shining on her face telling her so. Had she slept all day? She had to go to work. Na-yeon groggily sat up.

She realized she was only wearing her dress without any underwear when she lifted the blanket. Her lower half felt bare. The missing panties were probably taken by Tae-min and removed back then, but she couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She looked around. It was an empty space with only a bed. A space she had never seen before.

“......”

Where on earth was she? The throbbing in her head had subsided, but her body still felt weak.

Her last memory was Tae-min falling on top of her and her fainting at the same time.

Na-yeon opened the door and went outside. The living room, which felt like no one lived in it, had a large bed sitting alone. And Yeon-seok was sitting on a wooden chair near the bed.

Na-yeon approached him hesitantly.

“Did you sleep well?” “...Director.” “Sit.”

He gestured with his chin towards the bed opposite him. Na-yeon hesitated for a moment before sitting facing him. The bed was soft, like a new bed that had never been used.

“The night looks like it will be long. Shall we have some tea first?” “...I’m okay.” “Your throat might get sore later, so... alright then.” “But where is this place?” “Before you ask where this is, don’t you have something to say to me first?”

His tone was as gentle as usual, but Na-yeon’s whole body stiffened. His eyes didn’t smile at all.

“If you had a tearful reunion with the man you met even through lies, you should either look for him or not. But you’re not doing that either.” “......” “It looked like you were waiting so desperately.”

He had known for a while. That Tae-min wasn’t just a man from the past but a dark lingering attachment in a corner of her heart. He must have known at some point.

Had Yeon-seok noticed her briefly wavering heart?

“You seemed so caught up in catching up after seeing each other for the first time in a while. Did I interrupt something?”

His lips were definitely forming a curve, but her body stiffened.

Last night, when Tae-min had collapsed on top of her with a dull thud, she thought she had seen something dark. It must have been Yeon-seok’s men.

“...Director.” “Were you using me as a substitute for that bastard all this time? Were you playing with me?”

Even though only silence flowed, she felt a cold sweat break out. The smile he had been wearing vanished without a trace.

“Tell me. I’m curious.”

He was a man who wouldn’t be fooled by lies anyway. She didn’t want to hide anything from him anymore. If she was talking about the past, her intentions weren’t entirely flawless either.

“That’s right. I hadn’t forgotten him. I met Director trying to struggle to erase him. That’s why I had sex, and that’s why I followed Director.”

Even as she spoke, she was newly reminded of how dare she had played with someone, and goosebumps rose on her skin. What had she done?

It had definitely started that way at first. But now, it wasn’t like that now. She had to say those words, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She remembered his eyes that hadn’t moved even on the day someone was shot. This man was a ruthless person without blood or tears. That was probably why he had risen to that position. She knew that no matter what excuse she made to this man, it wouldn’t work.

“So you were satisfied with me, the one you used instead of that bastard?”

Na-yeon pressed her lips tightly together as if she wouldn’t answer.

“Na-yeon-ah.”

He stood up from the chair and approached her, calling her name gently.

“Why are you trembling so much?”

Without realizing it, she moved her hips back. No matter how much she moved back, all that was behind her was the wide bed.

“Ah, you must miss that man. Since I invited him as a guest anyway, let me show you how well our Na-yeon eats.”

“Guest...?”

Na-yeon was flustered at the mention of another person in this space and just tore at the hem of her dress.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tae-min, his mouth taped shut, was dragged in by Seong-shik. Seong-shik sat Tae-min down in the chair Yeon-seok had been sitting in and tied his hands and feet to the chair. After finishing his task, Seong-shik left the living room, and the sound of the door closing followed.

“Tae-min... oppa.”

Tae-min, his body bound to the chair, struggled towards Na-yeon. She got off the bed and reached out to Tae-min, but Yeon-seok blocked her. She looked up at Yeon-seok with a tearful face.

“Yeon-seok...” “What are you doing? Take off your clothes and get on.”

He gestured towards the bed, then leisurely took off his watch and even his cufflinks. He rolled up his sleeves and lowered his pants zipper. He was planning to have sex here. Na-yeon almost ran to Yeon-seok and hugged him, shaking her head.

“N-no. Not here.”

It was close to begging. She shook her head, pleading with continuous sobs, but the sound of him clicking his tongue showed that not a shred of mercy remained.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at him, but his eyes, telling her to disgrace herself in front of Tae-min, made Na-yeon cling to him with all her might. No. Please don’t do this.

As she wiped her flowing tears on his chest, Yeon-seok’s face lowered to her ear. Na-yeon lifted her head. He hugged her tightly as if he had been waiting. She clung to his chest as if her body would be lifted. His long breath, like a sigh, stirred her ears and confused her.

She reached around and held his shoulder blades, and he lifted her body and laid her on the bed sheet. His words about doing it in front of Tae-min were not empty. She struggled to escape in surprise, but in an instant, her waist was held.

Na-yeon turned her back to the side and lay down, putting all her strength into her ankles to avoid spreading her legs. Despite her efforts to keep her legs closed, his hand came between her thighs and gently rubbed her entire vulva. It was the hand she had missed, the hand that had brutally touched her last night with Tae-min. That touch.

Na-yeon curled up like a shrimp, grabbing his wrist. That was why he hadn’t put any underwear on her.

“Why, didn’t you want to see that bastard?”

Yeon-seok, who had come to the bed while untying his tie, sneered sharply. He gently stroked between her labia with his middle finger and smiled dangerously.

“I told you I’d let you meet him as much as you want.”

Yeon-seok intently looked down at her, who was trembling like a child beneath him.

As he stroked her tender labia and vagina with his hand, her skin clung to every joint of his fingers as if it belonged to him. Na-yeon curled up, as if determined never to do it here.

No matter how much she pulled the hem of her dress down, her lower body was completely in his hands like this. The man she had been intimate with with this wanton body was that man. Yeon-seok was displeased that the man who had shared the time he was absent was just such a pathetic bastard.

“H... no, no...” “Really no? I wonder how long you’ll keep up this high-handed attitude.”

He picked up and opened a pill bottle lying scattered on the sheet. Ha Tae-min, tied to the chair, struggled. Yeon-seok scooped up a generous amount of dark, cloudy cream and shoved it into her hole, where his cock always entered like a beast, filling her loneliness.

“Haah, aahng, ah. What is this, what...”

He thrust in once more until the cream overflowed and pushed out of her narrow hole.

With her legs folded together to the side, the tightness that squeezed his fingers as they went into her hole became doubly strong. Her vaginal walls wriggled and tightened around his fingers, trying to hold and suck in the cream.

“Aahng...”

Yeon-seok even smeared the cream flowing down her perineum into her vagina. She whimpered in surprise as the unfamiliar sensation of the cream invaded her lower body.

“Ask your ex-boyfriend what this is.”

He ostentatiously wiggled the fingers he had inserted into her intimate interior, spreading the cream evenly, and Tae-min, who was watching it all, struggled.

He felt a deep satisfaction listening to Ha Tae-min’s pained groans. He had found a pill bottle containing cream at Ha Tae-min’s house. It seemed he had been planning to use an aphrodisiac if necessary to have her. He had returned to Korea looking only at Song Na-yeon, and seeing her with another man had made him snap. Tsk. If he wanted to play dirty, he had to respond in kind.

Startled by the suddenly penetrating cream, her folded legs parted slightly.

Every time her cream-filled vagina opened and closed, the cream was steadily sucked in, stimulating the inside of her vagina with a melting sensation. It was a drug made for that purpose. Just looking at her lower abdomen heaving and her constantly gasping for breath was enough to show the drug’s effectiveness.

“Haaang, ha, ah... Y-Yeon-seok... it’s strange here, hot... aahng.”

A more seductive moan than ever before erupted, as if the drug was starting to take effect. Even in the midst of that, she tried to maintain her composure, conscious of Tae-min, and covered her mouth. Yeon-seok reached out and removed her tightly covering hand.

“Eueung, aahng, ahng.”

He prevented her from covering her mouth again. Na-yeon’s body, flushed with excitement, heaved repeatedly.

“You were planning to have fun using an aphrodisiac? Just the two of you, without me? Ah, all this time you were eating my cock but actually waiting for that bastard. Right?”

Her tearful eyes, unable to control her body as she wished, were moist. He leisurely watched how long she would endure, and finally, her fingers slipped between her legs, hovering around her vulva before wriggling and attempting to masturbate.

“Right, our Na-yeon always liked doing it alone. Here. Do it while calling my name.”

Yeon-seok lifted her skirt so she could masturbate comfortably and placed his fingers over her vagina. It would be perfectly clear even from Tae-min’s viewpoint, sitting on the chair at the foot of the bed. Yeon-seok forced her to masturbate while calling his name. He was satisfied.

As his fingers plunged deep into her soft flesh, she shuddered. She struggled to get away from Yeon-seok but couldn’t handle the pleasure that had come, and her whole body reacted.

“Eueung, eun. Yeon, Yeon-seok-ssi, ahng.”

Her body, betraying her will, writhed to gain more intense pleasure. Every time two small fingers disappeared into her cream-filled hole, the cream squelched and oozed out.

“Haaah, aht, haah.”

Shamelessly making desperate piston-like movements in front of Ha Tae-min, she tore at the edge of the sheet. Her hair, already soaked with sweat, was pathetically wet. Yeon-seok sat beside her and gently wiped her red, swollen eyes. The sticky skin that clung and then separated was proof of how much her body had been intimate with him.

It had been the same when she went to the bar after receiving Song Tae-sung’s call. The woman’s gaze, the hand that grabbed, the lips trying to clench, all held a certain poignant quality that kept drawing his attention.

“Keep going. You’re doing well.”

Her hole, trying to devour his fingers, remained slightly open, but the vigorous back-and-forth motion of his fingers between her legs slowed down. She had lost strength.

Na-yeon, in a daze, sucked on the fingers that had been pulled out, moving as he had taught her. He had always taught her to suck every last bit of fluid clinging to her fingers after masturbating. With a body so attuned to Cha Yeon-seok, who was she waiting for? Yeon-seok openly sneered.

Eventually, she turned around and crawled over to Yeon-seok, who was sitting leisurely, and hugged him tightly. Her vagina, burning beyond its limit, desperately longed for something thick and hard to enter, and was flowing with fluids uncontrollably.

“Ahheueueue, p-please.”

As if begging for help, she pressed and held his fingers tightly. The fingers she held were burning hot, as if something terrible would happen. Her two eyes were half-open, and she was hiccuping.

“You said you absolutely hated it in front of that bastard, Na-yeon-ah.”

He called her name softly and touched her chin, and even that light touch made her moan.

“Haahngaht.”

Sobbing, even though his cock hadn’t entered yet, her vagina was a mess as if it had ejaculated. Na-yeon reached out with both hands and hugged Yeon-seok’s neck. Clinging to his firm chest, she matched her thighs to his groin and sensually moved her hips.

Melted cream and fluids flowed from her frantically pulsating hole, soiling his pants, but Yeon-seok didn’t care. Unable to properly gather her senses, tears streamed down from under Na-yeon’s closed eyes, as if she was terribly sad about something. Come to think of it, she had been crying the whole time.

“What did you do so well that you’re crying? Don’t cry in front of that bastard.”

Almost collapsing, she clung to his chest and, without being told, started to move her hips, using his cock for pressure masturbation. Na-yeon, clinging to his chest like melted cotton candy, instinctively placed his cock in the center and moved her body as if having intercourse. Yeon-seok placed his hands behind him, effortlessly supporting her weight.

“Ahheung, ahng!” “You need to press your pussy more for pressure, like that.”

Afraid of losing this hard, thick cock, she diligently pressed her vaginal opening and masturbated. Na-yeon’s waistline danced and swayed as she pulled her pelvis forward, not missing even her tightly pressed clit. Yeon-seok just offered his cock and completely stood by, watching her.

“Haeung, eung, aheum...”

Her hips, heaving as if being chased, bent softly. Yeon-seok lifted and took off her dress. Her round breasts trembled pitifully for a moment before she once again sought the cock to stimulate her melting, drug-loosened lower half.

“Ahheueuk, ha, p-put it in, please.”

Clutching his hand that was lowering Yeon-seok’s pants zipper with trembling hands, she shook her head and whined.

“It’s not your boyfriend’s cock though?” “Put it inside... h-shake it... haheung.” “Your ex-boyfriend is staring with both eyes wide open like that. Is it okay if we do it? Huh?”

Yeon-seok gestured with his chin towards Tae-min, who had his arms tied and his eyes tightly closed. Unable to answer properly, she sobbed and passed out. Her toes were already curled as much as they could be.

“Eung, aht!”

The thin liquid flowing from her burning hole, her excitement at its peak, wet her thighs. Touching her swollen clit made the fluid flow out in streams, indicating her state.

“Quickly, uh, quickly. Hurry, inside...”

Yeon-seok leaned his back leisurely against the cushion, settling into his seat. And then he directly pulled her body and sat her on his lap, facing Tae-min who was under the bed. He could see her thinly trembling back. Na-yeon, tearfully looking at Yeon-seok’s shoes, wiped her eyes with both hands.

Having sex while facing Tae-min, he knew it would be an extremely cruel punishment for her, yet he acted without mercy.

“It can’t be helped. Here, do it. I’ll give it to you.”

Na-yeon, still faintly fighting a fierce battle with her reason, grabbed his zipper and hesitated for a moment. As she slightly lifted her hips, fluid flowed out without delay.

Her vaginal interior was a mess, yet she hesitated because of Ha Tae-min. He didn’t like that at all.

“If you don’t like it, come out. I’ll even give you a dildo, so do it.” “A-aniyo. Ani.”

Na-yeon, who had been trembling so much she couldn’t control her body, finally lowered Yeon-seok’s pants zipper. She took out his cock and, as she always did, sucked the glans first.

Unable to get into a comfortable position, she flattened her upper body and lay down, then hurriedly wet his cock with her saliva and climbed on top. Even the hard veins that stood out, the pillar that throbbed powerfully without her even touching it. Habit was a terrifying thing.

He was impressed that she remembered the pattern of their shared sex, even while out of her mind. They had been intimate day and night, so it wasn’t surprising. Thanks to that, the inside of her red-hot hole was completely exposed towards him. It was the hole he had cherished every night. If he just inserted his pillar, it was the place that would devour it mindlessly. Her body was overflowing with his traces.

“Your ex-boyfriend is watching you suck my cock.”

Na-yeon spat out his cock from her mouth and shook her head. The sight of her finally realizing what she had unconsciously done was mesmerizing. Yet, unable to fully grasp her departed reason, she tightly gripped the slipping cock. He laughed without hesitation at the sight.

“Here, put it in while looking at that bastard you like.”

Barely lifting her waist and erecting his cock, Na-yeon frantically rubbed around her vulva, searching for the entrance. If she raised her eyes, she would see Ha Tae-min, so her neck kept drooping down, trying not to look.

“Lift your head. Put it back in while looking into that bastard’s eyes.”

As she laboriously inserted the pillar halfway in, he roughly pulled it out, and Na-yeon whined in disappointment.

“I’ll make you do it again until you look at him, so do it properly.”

He roughly thrust his cock back into her, who was letting out sobs close to whimpers. The hot breath-filled glans stood stiffly. Locking eyes with Ha Tae-min, she fumbled and inserted the tip into her vaginal opening with trembling hands, then pushed his cock in.

The tip of his highly sensitive glans slowly entered her vagina. He slightly twisted his lower body, adjusting the angle to face Ha Tae-min directly. Yeon-seok savored the pleasure, raising his knees a little higher to create support for her.

“Aaaah!” 

“Move.”

Yeon-seok spoke brutally, looking at Na-yeon’s sweat-soaked back.

“More drugs?”

At his implication of further action if she didn’t comply, Na-yeon grabbed his knees and frantically began thrusting his cock deep inside, her tongue peeking out as she opened her mouth and moaned. Droplets of saliva collected on her lower lip and fell.

“Aahng! Haaahng, ahng!”

Squish, squish, every time the ridges inside him churned and roughly pressed against her tender mucous membranes, rubbing her G-spot, excitement fluids flowed enough to wet his pants.

It was doubly hot inside her compared to usual. Her inner walls, tightly constricting his cock, bit down as if convulsing. The erect cock, forcefully thrust in, widening her narrow passage, trembled with pleasure inside her. Yeon-seok fully savored her mucous membranes, heated by the mixed aphrodisiac cream. Had he also become intoxicated by their more intense coupling than usual? He brushed back his disheveled hair with ragged breaths.

“Aaaahng! Ah, haah, hheuung!”

Ah, her expression, now probably at the peak of pleasure, must be incredible, but he was annoyed that Ha Tae-min was witnessing it. But it couldn’t be helped. Ha Tae-min’s face as he watched Song Na-yeon and him have sex was also worth seeing. He was crying as much as Song Na-yeon, though the reasons for their tears were different.

“Na-yeon-ah, how is it? You have to tell me so I know.”

It was thrust in deeply, like driving a stake. The cock, wrapped in tangled fluids, was clearly visible in Ha Tae-min’s sight as it was pulled out with a squelch. He could guess just by looking at Ha Tae-min’s face, which was a pitiful mess. It was the best seat he had prepared.

“Does it taste better than your ex-boyfriend’s?” “Eung. Haaht, aaaah!”

Na-yeon, nodding like a person with a screw loose, had all her nerves focused on fitting his cock inside her. That was cute too. If his thrusting slowed down even a little, she would touch where he was inserted with her hand, repeatedly confirming the presence of his cock before feeling relieved. She rubbed the bumpy veins of his cock with her fingers as it entered her, then happily shook her hips.

Far from wearing off, the drug further tightened its grip on her rational thought. She was completely focused on her sex with him, more so than on the old lover in front of her.

“Don’t worry, touch it. It’s what I always came in for you with. Have I ever been stingy with you?” “D-don’t, don’t pull it out. Hheuht.”

Her tear-stained face glanced back at him, and she was so beautiful that he smiled, readily agreeing. Yeon-seok lifted his waist, turned her head, and passionately intertwined their tongues. For Ha Tae-min’s benefit. Smack, smack, even just the sound of their lips colliding sent a shiver down his chest. Song Na-yeon, who felt incredibly good just being skin-to-skin with him, was already his woman.

He smacked her two buttocks, which were shaking seductively as if to eat his cock. He asked with utmost sweetness, “You have to tell me where to cum. You’re good at this, our Na-yeon.” “Haaht, eung! Aaaah! Heuk, ah, inside.” “I can’t hear you. That man is listening. You have to speak louder.” “Q-quickly, semen. Cum inside, hheuung, ah! Semen...”

Barely able to answer, she leaned back and collapsed as if exhausted. He tightly grabbed her waist and thrust his pelvis wildly. Her back completely pressed against Yeon-seok’s chest. He shamelessly thrust his cock, moving in and out of her red-hot vagina at a frantic pace, right in front of Ha Tae-min. Yeon-seok even spread Na-yeon’s legs wider to make the lewd scene even more visible.

“Alright, I’ll cum until you’re satisfied.”

Everything was captured in Ha Tae-min’s eyes. The hole making obscene sounds every time it sucked his cock, the entrance constantly widening to accommodate the size of his cock, the fluids flowing out between them, mixed with the man’s semen, everything.

“Aaaaaah!”

Every time she raised her knees and bounced her pelvis, ecstatic moans erupted uncontrollably.

Song Na-yeon, his voice filled with passion, kept calling her name, but Na-yeon couldn’t answer. The dizziness that shook her to her core made her forget how to breathe, and she cried out for his cock. The depraved orgasm she wanted more and more, the shame of wanting to run away from Tae-min. Everything was a mess, shaking her. The willpower she had clung to like a single thread had long since crumbled like a sandcastle. Her vision was hazy, like sand blowing in the wind. Her body, with only instinct left for him, cried out like a seductress.

Even though she was making eye contact with Tae-min, the entire hole being lewdly thrust into felt incredibly blissful, enough to bring tears to her eyes. Rather, the fact that someone was watching their intercourse fueled her excitement even more. The composure she had tried to regain crumbled like rags, and only vulgar pleas for him to put more and more in came out of her mouth.

This shouldn’t be happening, but her body, already devoid of will, only yearned for Yeon-seok’s cock. Even as tears streamed down her face, Na-yeon cried out for him to please cum.

Na-yeon instinctively knew that she wouldn’t be able to leave this house until the drug wore off.

Through her hazy vision, she saw Tae-min’s tear-streaked face. Maybe from the moment she took Yeon-seok’s hand, this whole mess had been a predetermined sequence.

The drug had taken away even the last shred of her will. Under the scorching sun, it felt like something in her head had evaporated.

Yeon-seok released as much semen as he could inside her deepest depths, just as Na-yeon wanted, or rather, as he wanted. Ha Tae-min struggled and collapsed. Yeon-seok deliberately pulled out his cock, which had been thrust inside her, and showed her the semen flowing thickly from her hole with his own eyes.

Listening to Ha Tae-min’s pained moans, Yeon-seok released the remaining semen into the air. Far from subsiding, the drug made Na-yeon’s entire body burn even hotter.

Na-yeon, swaying, buried her nose between his legs as if collapsing, wanting to suck his cock. It was their silent signal for him to thrust more. Slurp, slurp, she urgently took his urethra, which was still leaking thin fluid even after he had ejaculated, into her mouth and sucked up the remaining semen. Her unfocused eyes were lost in the drug’s effects. Or perhaps, blinded by jealousy and consumed by the desire to have Na-yeon completely, he had lost his mind.

“Ahheueue, eum.” “Good girl, now turn on your side. I’ll fuck you from the side.”

Yeon-seok brushed back her disheveled hair and held Na-yeon in his arms.

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The place Na-yeon woke up to was a familiar setting. She saw monotone wallpaper and a neat console table. She blinked. She was back in his house. Her head throbbed and ached as she tried to remember what had happened during the night. Her phone was ringing. Vibration. Her phone?

She remembered leaving her bag with her phone and wallet in Ha Tae-min’s car.

Na-yeon looked around. On the console table was her lost phone. Yeon-seok must have put it there. With a complicated heart, she picked up the phone. Ugh, even just leaning her upper body forward made a painful sound escape her lips.

It was the pharmacy. Na-yeon let out a short sigh and answered the phone.

“Yes. Pharmacy manager.”

• Na-yeon-ssi, are you in a lot of pain? I heard you were hospitalized. “Yes?”

• Even so, not letting anyone visit you. Your voice is all hoarse too. Don’t worry about coming to work, just rest well for the time being.

She knew that Yeon-seok had arranged this as well. Na-yeon bowed her head apologetically and hung up the phone. After ending the call, only silence could be heard. Was no one in the house? Only after putting her feet down from the bed did she realize she was wearing a gown.

She closed the front of her open gown and left the room. A quiet silence lingered. Judging by the fact that Yeon-seok wasn’t in her room or the living room and study, where he usually was, it seemed he had gone to work.

Na-yeon stood blankly in the living room, just looking down at the empty house, before sitting on the sofa. The aftermath of the storm was devastating. Nothing was left. Her resolution to end things cleanly with Ha Tae-min had also become a mess.

She was an idiot. Because of her foolish, pathetic lingering feelings, she had hurt herself, Yeon-seok, and Tae-min. Only after seeing the end she hadn’t wanted to see did everything finally come to an end.

“......”

At the sound of the phone ringing again, Na-yeon weakly picked it up. It was Mi-joo.

“Yeah, unnie.”

• Are you doing okay? Why haven’t you contacted me lately? Did you move and that’s the end of it? “Sorry. I’ve been a bit out of it lately.”

• Yeah, it seems so. Why do you sound so weak? Oh, right! That bastard called about two days ago. Asked if you still lived here. I gave him a piece of my mind. “...He did? That won’t happen anymore, unnie. That man won’t call again.”

• What? Did you already meet him? You’re not thinking of seeing that bastard again, are you? Hey, you should have slapped him or something! Or just cut off his thing! “Yeah. I did.”

She looked down at her bare legs, still wearing only a gown.

Her heart felt empty. When she closed her eyes, she thought of yesterday’s events, and when she opened them, it was an empty house.

She remembered reaching out to him and whimpering with a body barely able to support itself due to the drugs, and constantly making eye contact with Tae-min. She touched her forehead and felt cold sweat. Her head was spinning and she felt dizzy. The drug’s effects had already worn off, so was it because of the exhausting sex last night?

Work, love, everything felt heavy. Self-loathing, guilt, wounds whose cause she didn’t even know. She wanted to shake everything off and run away to a place where no one was. She was flawed, so she had hurt everyone. Even herself.

If she could go back, she wanted to start over from when her mom and dad were still alive. But it was a river she had already crossed. Since she couldn’t turn back, she wanted to at least escape. Just for a little while.

Na-yeon approached Yeon-seok’s subordinate standing guard outside the door. She left the house, saying she wanted to get some fresh air. She knew now that his men were watching her. The men providing security no longer tried to hide it. Na-yeon entered the pharmacy in front of her as if going to buy a fatigue recovery drink, then quickly slipped out the back door and got into an approaching taxi.