FI - 2

Even Ki Shin-je himself couldn’t explain why he brought the child he intended to leave at the officetel back home. Perhaps it was because of her clear eyes that only looked at him, or perhaps because she was afraid of everyone else and only sought him out. In any case, he concluded that keeping her at his own house would be better than leaving her elsewhere and worrying about her. He, himself, didn’t even realize how strange this was.

“Chairman will arrive tomorrow morning, Executive Director.”

Ki Shin-je nodded while looking at his tablet in response to Im Woo-jin’s report. It was an early dismissal time. Had the workaholic Ki Shin-je ever left work at this hour? Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom, a low cello melody played.

“The old man’s still got stamina. Golf, damn it.”

Ki Shin-je muttered a curse, pulling a cigarette pack from his suit jacket. He seemed intent on visiting every golf course in the world, leaving all the work to him, making it hard to even see his face.

“You have dinner with Assemblyman Choi tonight.”

Chairman Ki had plans to make Assemblyman Choi Beom the party leader and, furthermore, the supreme leader of the nation. And Chairman Ki, who knew better than anyone that people change between entering and leaving the restroom, had found Sa-ya as a tool to control Assemblyman Choi.

Of course, Sa-ya was not the only tool. Chairman Ki knew more about Assemblyman Choi’s corruption, who had entered politics at a young age, than anyone else.

“You’ll ruin your eyes.”

At the sudden remark, Im Woo-jin glanced at Ki Shin-je through the rearview mirror. Ki Shin-je was watching the CCTV footage installed in his home library on his tablet. Ah, Im Woo-jin immediately realized what Ki Shin-je was watching and lowered his gaze. In the past few days, since Sa-ya had been at home, his superior’s habit of watching the CCTV footage intermittently had somehow begun to feel normal.

Ki Shin-je tapped the screen with his finger, watching the video of Sa-ya reading a book under the low lighting of the library. He had told her she could read in the library since she was always staying in her room, and since then, she went to the library as soon as her eyes opened. Unable to assign someone to her, he had even given her a cell phone, but she hadn’t even looked at it.

The phone, with only Ki Shin-je’s contact saved, was mainly used to send texts telling Sa-ya to eat because she often skipped meals to read.

“Annoying,” Ki Shin-je muttered under his breath, and Im Woo-jin, knowing Ki Shin-je’s personality, felt a chill run down his spine. Why on earth did he bring her into the house? Im Woo-jin took out his phone at the vibration of a text message.

-Secretary Im, are you happy to leave work early? ^^

This bastard, it was Park Seok-hyun, who was on a business trip to Jeju Island. From their military days, he had always subtly, strangely, clung to him, and occasionally, when he was bored, he would scratch at his nerves with texts like this.

-I’m so happy I could die. Aren’t you working, Team Leader Park?

He didn’t have to reply, but Im Woo-jin still stubbornly sent a text, and a reply came immediately.

-Ah, Secretary Im, it’s not right to say that when you leave work early. My feelings are hurt.

And with the emoji he sent right after, Im Woo-jin massaged the back of his neck and shoved his phone into his suit pocket.

“Im Woo-jin.”

“Yes? Yes?”

“Are you dating these days?”

“What? No, absolutely not.”

My goodness, dating. The end of the world is nigh, the end of the world.

“Must be nice.”

“Executive Director!”

Please, don’t say such outrageous things, Im Woo-jin almost whined, then realized Ki Shin-je was teasing him and sighed. With everyone around like this, I can’t even.

She couldn’t understand the content. While novels were somewhat enjoyable to read, specialized books were just white paper and black letters. Still, Sa-ya liked it. There were no men suddenly unlocking the door and tormenting her, no terrible meal trays that had to be eaten every time, and no bone-chilling cold. The sweet-smelling house was quiet all day, and nothing bothered Sa-ya. If she skipped a meal while reading, the only message she received was to eat, as it was mealtime, and when she went to the kitchen, a luxurious bento box would be sitting there, having been placed at some unknown time.

Carefully placing the read book back in its spot, she scanned the bookshelf before noticing the man leaning against the library door. Startled, Sa-ya lowered her arms and looked around, checking if anything was out of place.

“When did you arrive?”

At the man’s appearance, all her senses suddenly felt heightened. The softness of the carpet against her bare soles felt ticklishly new.

“Just now. Isn’t the lighting too dim?”

Ki Shin-je swiftly scanned Sa-ya, who was wearing a light grey knit sweater and jeans that revealed her ankles. In just a few days, her complexion seemed healthier, and she seemed much more relaxed. However, he knew that occasionally she would flinch unconsciously or stare blankly at the door, trembling with fear.

“It’s not dark, but you came home early.”

The man usually came home late at night. Sa-ya hesitated, wondering if she should leave. With the man standing squarely by the door, her expression clearly showed her confusion.

“So you like that, right?”

When Ki Shin-je smiled, Sa-ya nodded. Her eyes, looking at him, were like a puppy waiting for its owner, making him let out a hollow laugh.

“Come out. It’s good that you read, but don’t skip meals.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry to me, but you should be sorry to your body.”

As Sa-ya walked towards the door, Ki Shin-je moved aside to let her out easily. A sweet scent emanated from Sa-ya as she approached. Ki Shin-je’s eyes narrowed at the fragrance, which resembled baby powder. She must be using the same product as him, but her body odor was different.

“I wasn’t hungry,” Sa-ya mumbled, fidgeting defensively. As she drew closer to the man, the same scent she used mingled with a faint smell of cigarettes. The scent, like a cold winter breeze, suited the man well.

“Someone suffering from malnutrition shouldn’t say such things.”

A delicious Korean meal was neatly arranged on the kitchen table. Seeing two sets of cutlery, she knew the man would also be eating.

“Thank you for the meal.”

For Sa-ya, all the food since she arrived here felt luxurious. Indeed, not just the food, but everything Sa-ya encountered was. The delicious foods she had never seen or tasted in her life taught her the joy of eating.

“You eat too little. I wish you’d eat more.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sa-ya hesitated for a moment, then used her chopsticks. Perhaps because she had lived without proper meals, her stomach was small. The memory of being hit for not finishing her rice or for throwing it in the toilet suddenly came to mind, and she stopped chewing her meat to glance at the man. The man, who said he wouldn’t hit her, was quietly eating with elegant, unhurried movements.

“I told you violence isn’t my taste,” Ki Shin-je said calmly, half-truth and half-lie, as he gazed into her somewhat frightened brown eyes that were watching him. He didn’t use violence against women, but men were a different story. Still, there was no need to tell Sa-ya that.

“Aren’t you bored reading books all day?”

“...It’s fun. Have you read all the books in the room?”

She trailed off, saying, “There’s so many,” her large pupils shining as if genuinely curious.

“I’ve read some, and not others. I’ve read more than I haven’t.”

“Wow,” Sa-ya mouthed silently, her lips forming a circle. A hint of a redder tongue peeked between her parted red lips. At the sight, Ki Shin-je felt a thirst. He wondered what it would be like to put his tongue, or finger, or dick into that red flesh, then scoffed at himself, placing his chopsticks down with a sharp clatter.

Startled by the small noise, Sa-ya’s eyes widened, and she looked at him.

“You have a beautiful face.”

“...”

Sa-ya’s white face flushed pink. The fading bruises and the wounds on her forehead and lips were much improved, perhaps thanks to the treatment.

Sa-ya’s heart, which had never heard such words, pounded rapidly and wildly. In Sa-ya’s eyes, the man himself was beautiful, so she lowered her gaze coyly, wondering if he was teasing her.

“...Executive Director, you’re more beautiful,” Sa-ya muttered softly, glancing at Ki Shin-je. She had heard the man’s associates call him “Executive Director.” She wondered what his name was, but she learned it from the text messages she received on her phone.

Ki Shin-je. The phone, with only his name simply written, was exclusively for Ki Shin-je.

“I’m more beautiful?”

“Yes.”

Ki Shin-je chuckled, seeing Sa-ya nod seriously as if she genuinely meant it. Who’s calling whom beautiful? He thought she was just doll-like and delicate, but the corners of her puppy-like eyes subtly turned up, giving her an unexpectedly alluring vibe.

“I didn’t expect this.”

“...”

“You look like you’d be fun to make cry.”

A large question mark appeared on Sa-ya’s face. Her twenty-year-old face was somewhat childlike, making him feel a sense of perversion. The moment he thought about pinning down the woman who was thanking him and calling him beautiful, and making her cry terribly, blood rushed to his dick. The thought, which he had never had in his life, was quite intense. What a crazy bastard, Ki Shin-je.

“Oh, I’d be ugly if I cried, though.”

Her words sounded as if she would cry right now if he wanted her to.

“This is when you get angry. I’m thinking bad thoughts.”

“...It’s okay. It’s not bad, Executive Director. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Her clear eyes, devoid of a speck of doubt, made him feel a sadistic urge to ruin them. Ki Shin-je’s mouth twisted.

“How do you know what I want? Aren’t you just complicating your own fate? That’s foolish.”

He planned to arrange separate living quarters and security for her soon, as she was a weakness for Assemblyman Choi. If Assemblyman Choi found out, Sa-ya’s safety could be in danger, and others targeting Assemblyman Choi might also seek her out. And he had no intention of revealing her biological father to Sa-ya.

“You said you’d use me.”

Sa-ya dropped the chopsticks she was holding. The man who kindly said he would use her wasn’t doing anything. The injuries on her body and face were visibly improving.

“I...”

Sa-ya paused, her throat seemingly tight, biting her lip and blinking rapidly. Ki Shin-je narrowed his eyes, waiting for Sa-ya to speak.

“As long as it’s not taking customers, I can do anything.”

This was the abuse she had heard endlessly from her biological mother since childhood. After her mother died, men repeatedly hurled it at her until her ears rang. To a man who tried to rape her, the Madam said not to touch her, that she would be sold for a high price as a virgin. The men who couldn’t give up their desires would occasionally visit her room, holding out their genitals and telling her she needed to learn things like this.

‘Suck it, learn this one trick and you’ll drive all men crazy.’

The men called Sa-ya stubborn for not opening her mouth and resisting even when beaten, but they couldn’t do anything more. Sa-ya turned twenty and was supposed to be packaged as a product. The Madam turned a blind eye to minor violence, but not to violence that would require a long recovery period.

“Sa-ya.”

Sa-ya’s brown eyes, which seemed almost resolute, became moist. Seeing her face turn red and her panting as if she had said something difficult, he felt strangely aroused.

“Come here.”

Ki Shin-je nodded. Sa-ya, with moist eyes, trying not to cry, bit her lip tightly, stood up, and approached Ki Shin-je.

Whoosh.

In a flash, Ki Shin-je grabbed Sa-ya’s wrist and pulled her towards him. As soon as she collapsed onto his lap, he pulled her closer and pressed his lips to hers.

“Hmph!”

A soft tongue, unlike his rough demeanor, immediately entered Sa-ya’s mouth and entwined with her own. Tears that had welled up in her startled, wide pupils fell. Ki Shin-je’s slender eyes gleamed fiercely.

“Stick out your tongue. That makes it easier to suck.”

As he tangled his tongue with hers, which kept retracting, she hesitated but obediently stuck it out. Sa-ya’s hands, which had unconsciously risen, gripped Ki Shin-je’s shirt tightly.

As her tongue came out, her lips parted wider. A hot mass of flesh plunged in without restraint, swirling around her mouth.

“Hmph.”

As Sa-ya’s body trembled delicately, Ki Shin-je soothed her back with a caress. It was a gentle touch, unlike the tongue exploring her mouth. His tongue thoroughly licked the inside of her mouth. Goosebumps spread across her body every time the delicate mucous membranes were licked by the unfamiliar tongue. Sa-ya clung even tighter to Ki Shin-je’s shirt.

“Mmm...”

The tongue that had been licking the inside of her cheek scraped against the roof of her mouth. Sa-ya’s body convulsed as she let out a moan. A lightning-like sensation ran through her entire body. She had to pant, struggling to breathe properly as she tried to endure the sensation. Knowing Sa-ya was struggling, Ki Shin-je did not stop or ease up. He merely sensuously stroked the roof of her mouth and sucked her tongue. He gripped the back of Sa-ya’s head, who was busy swallowing saliva, and twisted her head. The wet sounds and the sounds of flesh being sucked grew louder. Her growing moans disappeared into Ki Shin-je’s mouth. Her mind was a chaotic mess, unable to think of anything. She felt as if she would die if she was swept away like this.

Sa-ya kept squirming and moving her body. Ki Shin-je’s hard thighs were uncomfortable, and the feeling from below was strange. The more she moved her body from the unfamiliar sensation, the more intense Ki Shin-je’s kiss became. Ki Shin-je naturally took the saliva from Sa-ya’s mouth and swallowed it. Everything was unexpected. How sweet, how sweet, how sweet it would be.

Ki Shin-je opened his eyes, his cool gaze flickering fiercely like a predator targeting its prey.

“You’ll die if you don’t breathe,” Ki Shin-je said, clicking his tongue softly as he pulled his lips away. A thin strand of silver saliva stretched between their two wet lips before breaking. Sa-ya blinked blankly. Her long eyelashes were wet and clumped together.

“Were you surprised?”

Ki Shin-je asked, then subtly bit Sa-ya’s lip with his teeth. It wasn’t a question he expected an answer to. Sa-ya’s whole body had answered. He pressed and touched her swollen lips with one finger, then slipped it into her mouth. The sensation, closer to hot than warm, filled him with the urge to thrust his dick somewhere. Sa-ya seemed unable to control her trembling, her eyes looking as if she was about to cry, tensing her entire body.

“Sa-ya.”

Unlike Sa-ya, who seemed to have lost her mind, Ki Shin-je called her name in a perfectly calm voice.

“...”

Too exhausted to even reply, she simply stared, and Ki Shin-je’s eyes curved into a half-smile as he stroked Sa-ya’s hair.

“Answer.”

“Yes.”

He stroked her cheek as if she had done well.

“Saying you can do ‘anything’ is not something to say carelessly.”

“I...”

Ki Shin-je’s finger pressed firmly against Sa-ya’s already reddened lips.

“What if you get eaten alive? That’s the kind of talk that makes men go into heat.”

Sparks flew from their colliding gazes. Sa-ya was still clinging to Ki Shin-je.