Episode 13

The door suddenly closed behind me, and I paused for a moment, fixing an irritated expression on my face as I gazed at his countenance. Then, without thinking, I instinctively retreated a step.

I couldn’t comprehend why he occupied my bed; he had explicitly told me to distance myself from the workplace, and I hadn’t received any communication from him since. 

I briefly contemplated the situation, struggling to grasp why he had taken the time to be here amidst his busy schedule.

“What… I…” I was so taken aback that words eluded me.

As I remained in stunned silence, a lazy half-smile crept onto my face, and I playfully wiggled my toes at the sight of the unexpected guest.

“Were you jerking off while you listened to that asshole spanking next to you?”

Any thoughts of running away were quickly put to rest by his words. Masturbate? Did he say masturbate? Now? My eyes widened and I glared at him.

“Don’t talk to me like that, there’s no soundproofing in here!”

“What? Why?”

I try to interrupt him, but I’m cut off by him asking me what the hell it matters.    

“How do you know that asshole was jerking his dick off thinking about you?”

“…… Ew.”

I didn’t want to respond. It gave me goosebumps just thinking about it. As I imagined the nasty eyes licking my body, the hairs on my body stood on end.    

“I’m sure you must have shook it out, shook it out, shook it out, shook it out.” It’s a joke.  In a low voice, he cursed.  

I didn’t know how to swear, and hearing him swear so well hurt. I averted my gaze from him, yet something was missing.    “

“Where’s my luggage?”

“Oh, that?”

“…”

My clothes, bags, shoes – all gone. I shoot an accusatory look at the man responsible, and he smirks while leisurely removing his wristwatch.

“I took it off.”

“Why? Why would you take it off?”

I can’t discern his expression as he gazes at my angry face, and a sudden wave of fear washes over me. I should have acted on my initial instinct to run away.

He halts close enough to touch, his eyes fixed on my slightly quivering ones, and he impatiently adjusts his tie. I swallow nervously, my focus riveted on the back of his hand as he undoes two buttons on his shirt, the sinews beneath the skin flexing with each motion.

I turn my face away, sensing his intense gaze, unable to meet his eyes. My heart beats heavily in my chest, and I’m unsure if it’s due to pain or fear.

He dropped his arms to his sides, his head bowed, with the door behind him and his body in front of it. His eyes flickered briefly, then quivered noticeably.

I shook my head, observing his expression as he gradually nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck, a frustrating slowness to his movements. This is where I would hold him.

When I’m sitting on the bed, I don’t notice that he’s upset and whispering in my ear.    

“Howl Let him hear you.”    

He clenches his teeth and bites down on the nape of my neck at the same time. I bury my nose and exhale after taking a long inhale.

That alone sent shivers up my spine. My legs were trembling.    

“Ha, please don’t.”  

In a run-down high school that appeared as if it might crumble any minute, there was no sound isolation. If I engaged in the activity in this place, not only would the person in the adjacent room hear my sounds of pleasure, but so would everyone else throughout the school.

I shook my head with a plea, as I was more of a self-reliant type.

“No.”    

As a scowl formed across his face, I bit my lower lip.  He put his tongue out and licked the sweaty nape of my neck, despite my protests.

“Ewww.”

I flinch from the moisture, as a large palm secretly rubs my waist. I push hard against his chest, but he nibbles at the nape of my neck as if that’s the signal.  

Her pants were ripped off by the hand that had been rubbing his waist. Her eyes widened as he headed to his knees and stripped her n*ked, and she bobbed back and forth like a buoy at sea.  

He sat on the floor and glanced at my private parts in a very indecent manner. I tried to move my legs, but his big hands stopped me.

To make matters worst, he put one leg over his shoulder, placing his face and cunt even closer to his. His hot breath hit my p*ssy every time he exhaled.    

“Look at you squirming.”

“Mmm…hmm.”    

To suppress the sound, I placed my hands over my mouth.  I closed my eyes and saw his lips inch closer to mine.  

Mmm. Churrrrr. Choo-choo-choo.  He slid his tongue underneath and then up the side, like a thirsty man.

He s*cks. My eyes are closed and my senses are heightened, heightening the erotica of his performance.

I can’t believe he’s here, l*cking his tongue between my knees in a cramped guesthouse room.

The tip of his tongue plunged into the petals, which were perfectly split in half, l*cking every inch.    

“Ahhh… ouch. Now, wait……!”

I push his head on my shoulder, remembering I haven’t even washed my v*gina. When he raised his gaze and wiggled his brows, he was twirling his tongue inside my v*g*na.    

“I’m not washing…. Hmph!”

As if it were important, he l*cked, s*cked, n*bbled, and drank every nook and crevice I hadn’t even properly touched.

My legs trembled. My legs gradually weakened till they couldn’t endure his caresses any longer and collapsed.    

“Ugh… S*ck. Please, ahhh!”

I tried covering my mouth with my hands, begging with him to stop, and stomping my feet, but the more I tried, the more determined he became.

I lay down on the floor, opened my legs wide, and bucked my hips several times.  

“Is it good enough to wiggle your back?”

“No……. Ouch!”

“Louder. Make sure that as$hole knows what you’re doing in this room.”

His words were garbled since he was s*cking my clit with the tip of his tongue, but it didn’t stop him from understanding.

He s*cked her entire v*g*nal opening into his mouth, the tip of his tongue probing inside my hole over and over again, his palm over my pubic hair.  

My entire body shook. He spread his fingers across my labia, then swiped the tip of his tongue across my labia minora.

He licked her dripping, throbbing v*gina and chewed on her hard clitoris until it pained.     

Her tongue tightens with each flick of her tongue till it hurts. It was hot enough to melt her entire body, and even s*cking didn’t halt the pouring out of fluids.

I howled in response to his comments, forgetting that I wasn’t supposed to make any noise. I rocked my hips, letting out a low, broken sigh.  I’m not sure how much time has passed.    

“Ha…… ah. Ha!”

His furious hip humping, like if he was about to kill someone, came to a sudden halt, and the p*nis that had been throbbing inside me was quickly taken out.

Cum gurgled and dumped the liquid over my stomach.  His climaxed body did not quickly cool down. A nauseating aroma assaulted my nostrils as I shuddered convulsively with my eyes closed.

My throat felt as if it were on fire.    

“Don’t ever chew on my contact again.”

“…….”

“Do you understand?”

He rubbed his glans over my v*g*nal opening as if to punish me when I didn’t respond and laid still. I looked at the p*nis poking downward, as if to suggest he’d shove in again if I didn’t respond.  

I opened my eyes to find him s*cking my n*pples and refusing to leave my body even after we had finished f*cking.

His image becomes blurred. Full-fledged tears stream down the corners of my eyes.    

“I ……can’t do this.”  

“Do what?”

“This relationship……. I can’t do this.”    

I wailed, my hands covering my mouth, my shoulders shaking wildly.    

“I told you not to cry.”

“Hmph. I can’t.”    

The cries I’d been holding in sprang forth from my mouth. I couldn’t stop myself. The tears I’d been holding back continued to flow, like a shattered dike.

“Do you desire wealth? I’ll cover your father’s medical expenses, transfer him to a better hospital, engage renowned doctors who won’t overlook you when you’re in line, and you’ll owe me something in return. How dare you?” he growled.

“How dare you contemplate escaping?” he chides. As he gazes down at my tearful form, he gradually eases himself off my body. A shiver runs through me, as if his cold eyes had sliced through my very being.

“Get dressed.”

I silently fix my gaze on his back as he dresses. If I can withstand five more nights, will it all be over? Is it the right decision to endure this pain by staying with him?

A lump forms in my throat.

As soon as I’m dressed, his hand guides me out of the high school and into the car. He remains silent, his grip on his bag tight, gazing out the window as if it were a lifeline.

His reflection in the window appeared as it always did. The silence was broken by him.

“What happened to your cheek the other day?”

I met his incredulous gaze as my shoulders quivered.

“It’s… nothing.”

“Do you owe anyone money?”

 …I did.

“You don’t need to worry about it.”

His eyes briefly lingered on my cheek, but he fiddled with his fingers, seemingly uncertain.

“Based on the mark on your right cheek, she’s likely left-handed.”

I swallowed nervously.

“By the way, your maternal aunt was left-handed, right?”

He left me momentarily speechless. Instead of responding, I gazed out the window.

“My uncle’s company is… Why did you do that?”

I chose to pose the obvious question.

“Gaon was on the verge of going under anyway.”

“Ah…”

“Your uncle and aunt should let go of the money. They’re greedy and want to expand the business, but they lack the capability. Foolish people.”

I began to perceive things I hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t until I saw someone running with an umbrella that I realized it was raining, explaining the unusual quietness of the world.

“I’m contemplating whether I want to take over that company or not.”

I turned my head to look at him for a moment as he remained focused on driving, having just uttered those fateful words that could potentially spell the downfall of a company.

Arriving at his house while it was still raining, I entered through the underground parking lot. He had gone upstairs, claiming he had work to attend to, so I stood by the bay window and gazed outside.

The world appeared even darker than usual due to the rain. The gray stone steps, the green grass, and the dark sky—everything bore a subdued tone.

Even though it was a desolate garden, devoid of any flowers or trees, it seemed to embrace the rain with its body’s hues, as if it existed for a reason. I let out a sigh.

I settled onto the couch, fully aware that I wouldn’t be moving for another hour or two. The idea of watching television crossed my mind.

I felt exhausted. I had spent a considerable amount of time walking in the park, and my entire body ached from the labor I had undertaken at the high school.

Above all, I was weary. I hadn’t taken a shower since fleeing the high school. Gradually, I made up my mind to take a shower.

I couldn’t afford to wait for him to descend at any moment. I had the sensation that I could drift off to sleep if I simply rested my head.

Initially, I had planned to take a shower, but then I spotted the bathtub and felt the desire to luxuriate in warm water. I turned on the tap and stepped into the shower to shampoo my hair.

While cleansing my body, it appeared that my irritation began to ebb away.

“Ugh. I’m going to die.”

I grumbled as I sat in the tub, which felt both comforting and refreshing. I closed my eyes and leaned back, the hot water stroking my inner thighs and lower back.

I can hear the shower water dripping remarkably nicely. The sound resonates through the bathroom as I move my legs slightly.    

“…….”

I opened my eyes and looked down to see that there was no mess. His marks covered every inch of my body.

I recalled the expression on his face when he was upset with me for gnawing on the phone. His pupils had quivered like swiftly flowing water.

His eyes, so dark and profound, had never appeared like this until I encountered him once more. A moist hand brushed aside a strand of hair that had been tickling my forehead.

Water cascaded down my face like tears. I sat up on my knees and rested my cheek against them. I wondered if he experienced a sense of unease every time he laid eyes on me, much like the discomfort that welled up within me whenever I encountered him.

No, I pondered whether he experienced anger and revulsion just by contemplating the situation. Watching him become increasingly ferocious was a painful experience. I believed I could endure it all if I could remain by his side, but with each passing day, it felt as though I was shrinking.

It seemed like if I remained any longer, I would gradually disintegrate. The reasons to part from him were accumulating one by one, but he still took me back home.

What was he planning to do? Leave me there to wither away and perish? Should I obey his wishes, if that would bring him some relief? My mind felt like it was on the verge of bursting from the anxiety.

No matter how much I contemplated the situation, a solution eluded me. All I could ascertain was that after five nights, I had to part ways with him. I needed to summon my strength.

I kept reminding myself that it would all conclude shortly, but then I contemplated how challenging it would be without him. I hoped the pain would be more bearable this time. I hoped for a swift recovery.

My head felt hazy from drowsiness. I sensed that I might collapse if I remained seated, so I rose to my feet. I observed the water trickling down the back of my head and couldn’t help but smile.

I positioned myself in front of the sink and gazed into the mirror. My sunken eyes began to regain their usual color, and I splashed my face with cold water for an extended period, scrutinizing my eyes, which appeared darker than usual due to the moisture.

Sitting back down on the couch, I absentmindedly ran my hands through the ends of my wet hair, not bothering to dry it.

I peered out of the window and witnessed a heavy downpour that obscured my view. It wasn’t just raining; it felt as though my entire body was saturated, like I had ingested water. I vigorously wiped my damp palms on my thighs.

Despite the presence of two individuals in the house, an eerie quiet enveloped the place. The incessant rain made it feel as if I were trapped in a cavern. I must have been tossing and turning, unable to find sleep.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and met a piercing gaze. As I descended, he was seated with crossed legs on the couch opposite me, his eyes fixed on me with an intense glare.

My eyes fluttered open. I sat up straight, observing his expression as he silently gazed at me.

I straightened my back and voiced what I had contemplated in the bathroom.

“I can’t live here.”

A brief silence ensued, and although I didn’t display it, I felt like my heart was on the verge of bursting.

“I’m going to get you a house, just hang in there.”

I blinked, not comprehending his words.

“Why do you need to get me a house?”

He fell silent.

“After five nights, it’ll be over anyway.”

I couldn’t stop myself from glaring at him, and his expression immediately turned stern. His eyes bore into mine, and there was a sharpness in them.

“It’s not a big deal; I just don’t want to do it in my house.”

What had I just heard? He shut his eyes briefly and then reopened them, a corner of his mouth curling into a smile. I couldn’t help but wonder why his smile appeared so intense.

“All you do is bite down.”

“What…….”

“I’m trying to develop your p*ssy.”

I stared at him, my throat constricted, and a burning sensation gripped me. My face paled as I grasped the meaning of his words.

My hand trembled within his. How did he know what he was talking about? I had no idea who he was comparing me to.

Suddenly, anger surged within me.

“Then find someone who suits your tastes, and leave me be!” I retorted, my shoulders quivering with indignation.

He burst into laughter, causing my face to flush.

“Don’t worry,” he remarked, his smile fading to reveal his true intentions.

His eyes gleam as he removes his mask.

“Do you believe there’s only one girl like you?”

I remained silent.

“I’m surrounded by girls like you. Women who are enticed by wealth. Women for whom money is everything.”

I clenched my jaw.

I clenched my fist tightly. My hands trembled with the effort. My nails bit into my palms, but there was no pain at all.

“Even for a man who said no to me because he didn’t have money, for a girl like you who spreads her legs wide and tight for money. You think you’re the only one?”

I bit the flesh on the inside of my cheek so intensely that I could taste blood. I maintained eye contact with his tear-filled eyes, but he continued to utter hurtful words.

He appeared as if he desired to inflict pain on everyone, and I endeavored to keep my composure. As if my stoic response displeased him, he crossed his legs.

“Aren’t you sorry for… your fiancée?” I could discern a momentary pause in his words.

“……You know that and you still hold her, aren’t you sorry for her?”

“Ugh…” He sighed, his head hanging low, lost for words. He couldn’t meet my gaze when I posed a question like, “Are you sorry for your fiancée?” I knew the answer.

“She must have cared about you. She sent you a gift.”

“That’s enough,” I muttered, unable to continue the conversation.

I didn’t want to hear any more, but he didn’t appear inclined to stop.

“She has no idea,” he remarked, continuing the conversation despite my reluctance.

“that her fiancé is banging a lowly secretary every day.”    

I nibbled on the flesh inside my cheek.    

“Tomorrow, come to work without panties.”

“……Are you crazy? No!”

“Then I’ll rip them off myself.”    

He was on my feet and rushing for my skirt before I could complete my statement.    

“Don’t, don’t! Hmph!”

I tried using my hands to stop him, but he took them off too easily. In surprise, I glanced at the panties in his hands.    

“You can sleep in my room for now.”

“There are other rooms,” I pointed out.

“You’re bothering me,” he says quietly, grasping her wrist and telling her she can open her legs whenever she wants.

He throws my ripped panties to the floor and I follows him to my room, staring at him behind.  

Not only is the garden abandoned, but so is the home. His thinking, for instance.  

* * *

The following day,

“Ms. Cha, please come in” the intercom crackled to life as soon as I arrived at work, leaving me with no choice but to make my way to the boss’s office. I stood before the desk, meeting his gaze.

Seated behind the desk, he glanced up from his papers. I could feel the heat in my lips intensify under his scrutiny. I moistened my lips with my tongue, and his eyes followed the movement, his Adam’s apple shifting noticeably.

“You summoned me,” I said, attempting to keep my composure.

He rolled his eyes and inquired why he had called me into the boss’s office, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’d like to introduce some plants into the office, and I’d like you to oversee it.”

I blinked in confusion for a moment because I hadn’t anticipated this request.

“I want you to arrange some flowers and place them in pots in the office,” he continued, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasize his point.

“Uh, yeah. I understand.”

“And…”

I awaited the continuation of her instructions, curious about what else he had in mind.

He set down the pen he was holding and gestured for me to approach. I hesitated for a brief moment before deciding to walk over to him, disregarding the ominous atmosphere that surrounded him.

“I told you not to wear panties, right?”

Perhaps I should not have ignored him.  He ran his hand up my inner thigh, grazing my panty line. I tried to back up, but he’d already grasped my waist.    

“Ha, don’t.”  

“I told you not to wear them, didn’t I?”

This is your fault, he replies, pulling them down in a single stroke.

He pushes the corners of his mouth into a smile as he shoves the white panties into his pocket as I cross my legs beneath him.    

“Give them to me.”  

“I’ll give them to you when I get home, and don’t even think about buying another one,” he says quietly, threatening me with additional punishment if I do.   

“How can I work like this?”

“Be careful not to get caught. You don’t want people to say that innocent-looking Cha Soo-yeon works without panties.”

“Really!”

I was furious and hit him across the shoulder. As if that wasn’t enough, his fingers slid into my pubic hair and pulled, as if he were plucking it.    

“Didn’t I tell you I was going to develop your p*ssy?”

I assumed he was joking, but he seemed to be serious.  I look at him, and he motions toward the door, instructing me to leave.

I turn and proceed toward the door, but I have to come to a halt several times since my legs are empty.  Ms. Ha-Young stares at me like a meerkat when I open the door.   

“Why did the boss call you?”

“Oh… He’s asking me to incorporate additional potted plants into the office.”

“Potted plants?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm? I recall you mentioning that he didn’t fond of potted plants.”

Ms. Ha-Young mumbled, unsure of why he had a change of heart. In any case, I was feeling extremely anxious. Today was going to be quite a challenging day.