Episode 14

“I’ll have it delivered this afternoon, then.”

“Of course. Thank you.”

I exchanged a smile with the florist, with whom I had become somewhat accustomed to interacting with daily for nearly a week.

“It doesn’t seem like the rain is going to let up.”

“I agree.”

After a week of multiple trips to the nursery, I had ultimately made my selections for pots and flowers. I wouldn’t have requested his assistance if he had merely intended to arrange a few pots with random flowers in vases for display.

Being a fervent admirer of flowers and trees, I was determined not to undertake this endeavor half-heartedly, as I aspired to tastefully adorn the office.

The prospect of rejuvenating the uninspiring office space made my heart race, and I eagerly anticipated witnessing the remarkable transformation, fully aware of the profound impact a solitary flower could have on the ambiance.

As I gazed at the sky, which had been pouring rain for an entire week, I let out a soft sigh.

“It must be difficult for you to make deliveries in this rain.”

“It’s all part of the job.”

He scratched his head, his cheerful smile providing a refreshing contrast to the gloomy weather.

“If you ever feel like it, you’re welcome to visit and admire the flowers.”

“Can I?”

“Absolutely. And if you do, coffee is on the house.”

I felt a sense of contentment as I selected flowers and pots. My attention was on air-freshening plants for him, considering his long hours in the office. Given the relatively short lifespan of flowers, I opted to have them delivered twice a week.

“I appreciate your help.”

“I truly enjoyed our discussions about the flowers.”

We agreed to stay connected regarding flower varieties.

“I enjoyed it as well.”

I absentmindedly pushed my hair behind my ear and lowered my head. Inhaling deeply, I took in the refreshing scent of the indoor plants, a stark contrast to the humid atmosphere outside.

All of a sudden, I found myself yearning for the cypress forest. I had visited it numerous times during my childhood, and the robust aroma of cypress trees had always had a calming effect, as if simply standing there could bring solace.

The thought of spending an entire day there, doing nothing but standing amidst the trees, seemed incredibly appealing. I was aware that both my body and mind would eventually tire, but the idea was undeniably tempting.

“Perhaps I’ll give it a try this weekend.”

“Then I’ll join you.”

While I gathered my belongings, contemplating the likelihood of needing a taxi to reach the forest in the rainy weather, I felt a gentle tap on my back. I turned around to find the florist extending a miniature rose to me.

“Take it.”

“Oh…”

“It’s a little token of appreciation because I had such an enjoyable conversation with you Se-yeon.”

When I didn’t accept the rose, I hesitated but eventually took it and held it in my hand. I twiddled with the small gift, my thoughts racing without uttering a word. I grappled with the decision of whether to accept such a gesture.

Life had taught me that people rarely extend kindness without an underlying motive. I cast a wary glance at the florist standing before me.

His cheeks had a faint flush, and his eyes displayed a subtle wavering as he maintained his warm smile. Unexpectedly, I began to feel uneasy in the florist’s presence, and my expression grew tense.

“Is it okay if I reach out to you privately?” he inquired, attempting to mimic the captivating gaze I had observed in a movie. I avoided making eye contact with the florist while anxiously awaiting my response.

“I’m sorry, but I prefer not to handle this face-to-face.”

The miniature roses I held suddenly felt as weighty as a boulder. I offered an awkward smile to the shop owner, who dismissed my presence with a casual wave. In haste, I fled the store.

Upon entering a taxi, I carefully placed my damp umbrella on the floor. I found myself fixated on the flower in my right hand, unable to bring myself to discard it. With a resigned sigh, I contemplated my situation.

I shut my eyes, surrendering to the song filling the cab’s interior with its melodic presence. I subtly moved my legs, making sure not to draw any attention from the oblivious taxi driver.

I yelled at him for three days that I was quitting because he would rip my panty if I wore them.

In the end, I opted for a pair of shorts. When he informed me that he wouldn’t give in anymore, all I could do was cry and nod in response.

I wore those shorts for several days, but they remained an uncomfortable fit. I couldn’t help but shift my hips a few times to alleviate the discomfort.

Then, I heard my cell phone ringing from within my bag.

“Hello?”

“Did you have lunch?”

“You’re quite eager to check if I’ve eaten,” I chuckled, as it reminded me of my mom’s concern about meals. Though, my mom doesn’t do this.

“Come out?” 

“Right now?”

“Yes, I’ll be at the coffee shop on the first floor.”

“Alright, it’ll take me a little while.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

I checked the time and realized it was already lunchtime when I arrived at work. Miho’s voice had an unusual hint of excitement, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

I had been delayed due to the rain. While I considered going directly to the office, I decided to give Jimin a call to let him know I was heading in for lunch.

As I entered the coffee shop on the first floor of the company, I spotted Miho waving at me from a distance. I walked toward her as she sat by the window, but then I paused in my tracks.

“Se-yeon, how have you been?” Miho inquired.

“Introduce yourselves. Have we met before?” I responded with a sense of confusion.

“Oh… How are you?” Miho replied, seemingly caught off guard by my response.

They exchanged surprised glances before bursting into laughter.

“You seem taken aback, Se-yeon,” Miho remarked.

“Of course. I’m just as surprised” I replied.

I observed the two of them, sitting side by side and sharing glances.

“Mr. Jiu, what brings you here?” Song Jiu, Miho’s partner who had been engrossed in business dealings in the United States, inquired.

“I flew in to visit Miho,” he explained.

They hadn’t been together for just a year or two; their relationship spanned seven years, and their unspoken bond was evident to anyone who observed them. Their eyes radiated warmth and trust.

As they continued their conversation, I couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity between them.

“I can’t tell you how surprised I was when the doorbell rang, I went to answer it, and you were gone, no message, nothing!” Miho cried, her eyes flashing mischievously.

As I watched her squirm, I couldn’t help but smile.

“But what are these flowers used for?” Miho wondered.

“Oh, these?” she clarified. “I got them.”

“For whom?” she inquired.

“To someone I know,” Se-yeon said, her eyes darkening into a wicked grin.

“It’s not what you think,” I explained.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I reached out to gently grasp the back of Miho’s hand, but her reaction was quick, as her face tightened.

“Who’s that guy, and why is he so composed?” Miho said. I turned my head toward her words, meeting eyes with him as he stood by Secretary Shin.

Feeling a rush of apprehension, I hastily averted my look, as if I had made a fatal error, and my heart raced at a rapid pace.

“Raise your head,” Miho said.

“Mihoya…” I said, still amazed.

“What have I done wrong? Why are you acting so guilty?” Miho’s tone became icy, and I could feel Jiu’s uneasiness alongside her.

“Tell him you went on a blind date,” Miho recommended.

“What?” I was surprised.

Jiu turned to face Miho, his head rose from its fallen position.

“Say you were introduced,” insisted Miho.

“What nonsense…” I paused, wondering what to say.

“This time, just follow my lead,” Miho instructed.

She gulped her coffee down in a single gulp, then to calm herself, she chewed on the ice and drank it.

“Who is he? Do you know him? He keeps staring at me,” Song Jiu asked, a little irritably.

I kept my mouth shut.

“But he’s quite handsome. Some people just have that look,” he said.

“Song Jiu!” Miho’s tone became envious, prompting Jiu to close his mouth. He felt a pain at the back of her head and knew he had given her a certain look.

“We can eat later,” Miho rationalized.

“I wasn’t really hungry, to be honest,” Jiu acknowledged.

Mr. Jiu stood up and declared his plan to go get a cake. When I returned my gaze to where the athletically built Jiu had been seated, he had already vanished. When I noticed Miho’s frigid glare fixated on me, a lump developed in my throat.

“You said you wanted to act like a tough person,” she added.

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“What kind of tough person talks like that? I’m your true friend, I’d want to give you a piece of my mind.”

“Give it to her, give her a piece of your mind, and I’ll meet you at the police station,” I said, referring to a fun argument between friends.

I couldn’t deny my anxieties; since Han Se-hyuk entered the coffee shop, my full attention had been on him.

As I looked out the window, the rain continued to fall relentlessly, leaving me with a heavy feeling in my heart.

“Why don’t you come to America with me?” Se-hyuk offered unexpectedly.

I kept my mouth shut.

“You can earn money there and send it back. Your mother frequently visits your father’s hospital.”

I ruffled my hair, struggling with the weight of her suggestion.

“I’m not sure about that place, and…”

“You’ll gain valuable experiences, and Jiu has given his consent.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Good. You better,” Se-hyuk mockingly said.

“Thank you,” I said in response. “Miho, I appreciate you inviting me to join you.”

Despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten lunch, I wasn’t especially hungry. Miho, my sweet buddy, made me feel truly sad and appreciative.

After suffering her nagging for half an hour, my ears felt like they were bleeding. I dug my fingers into my ears in the elevator, thinking they were still itching from her remarks.

Ha-young approached me with a curious expression as the elevator door opened to announce my arrival.

“Se-yeon, why are you holding flowers?” she said.

“I bought them,” I said, omitting to explain that I got them from the florist.

“They’re so lovely!” remarked Ha-young, admiring the flowers.

I picked up the flower, played with it for a moment, took in its fragrance, and then took a seat. I contemplated whether I should simply give it to Ms. Ha-Young. Going to his house with the flower was not something I wanted to do.

I leaped from my seat, startled by the unexpected sound of Mr. Shin’s voice.

“Mr. Shin? I thought you were going to have lunch…” I began.

“I remembered something urgent, so I returned,” she explained.

“Oh…” I thought to myself, “you came back suddenly?”

“I’ve already ordered lunch, so don’t mind me, but what’s the story with these flowers?” Mr. Shin inquired.

“These?” I replied, pointing to the flowers. “They’re for Se-yeon.”

As I turned my head to glance toward the boss’s office, the door slammed shut, making me retract my head like a startled turtle.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a bit out of sorts,” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied

The new secretary straightened her posture and shook her head, while the intercom suddenly chimed.

“Yes, sir, boss,” she answered.

“Ms. Cha, please come in,” a voice came through the intercom.

All three pairs of eyes in the office turned to me. I tried to maintain a facade of nonchalance, but my hands trembled slightly beneath my desk.

“I believe they’re going to inquire about the plant,” one of my coworkers whispered.

“It’s…” I hesitated, struggling to find words.

Ultimately, I stood up, unable to say that I didn’t think so.

“Why don’t you go in there?” another colleague suggested.

“Alright,” I replied.

My steps gradually slowed as I approached the door leading to the boss’s office. The memory of the face I had seen at the coffee shop flashed before my eyes. As my trembling hand knocked on the door, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of nerves.

“Come in,” the boss’s sharp voice echoed through the door.

With a hard swallow, I pushed the door open and entered the office. I made my way toward him, sitting on the couch.

“You wanted to see me,” I said.

His gaze remained silent and devoid of emotion. The prolonged silence was becoming increasingly unnerving, and I felt an urge to shift in my seat, wiggling my toes against the floor.

His jet-black eyes roved from my face to my br*ast and then to my stomach. Unable to resist, I involuntarily tensed my legs, my unease growing more pronounced.

For the first time, I was conscious of the discomfort of my panties. What had initially been a fleeting discomfort had now become a persistent nuisance between my legs.

“What happened to the one I requested?” he finally inquired.

“It’s supposed to be delivered today,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky.

His head tilted slightly, and with each tap of his fingers on the couch, my heart raced faster.

“I see,” he said curtly.

I remained silent.

“Get out,” he ordered.

I stood there, internally rolling my eyes at his unnervingly composed demeanor. As he rose from the couch and walked past me, I caught a whiff of his distinct, cool, woody scent.

“Are you planning to remain standing like this?” he asked.

I walked out after seeing him flip through documents at his desk.  He didn’t touch me for the first time, which was strange because he’d been sneering and tormenting me every time I’d entered the boss’s office.

I should have welcomed it, but it felt peculiar. Unusual. Truly odd. The intense glare he had directed at me in the coffee shop made me anticipate that he might erupt in anger and confront me at any moment. However, now he acted as if nothing had occurred.

Upon our subsequent meeting, Han Se-hyuk appeared impatient, as though he were determined to harm me in any way possible. Yet, just as suddenly, it seemed like he hadn’t come to his senses.

 The t-shirt he’s sporting serves as a clear indicator of his intent to torment me.

As I entered to place his lunch on the table, as I brewed his coffee and positioned it in front of him, he didn’t spare me a single glance. That lack of acknowledgment alone caused my heart to ache.

The planter delivery arrived just as he was departing for his meeting.

“Nice,” I commented.

“Yeah,” he replied.

The green plants were positioned beneath the window, against the backdrop of the gray walls. The potted plants alone brought a breath of fresh air into the office. I hoped he would appreciate them as well.

“Well, I should be on my way,” he said.

“Okay. Take care,” I replied.

“Visit the flower garden sometime” he suggested.

I responded with a polite nod.

I hastily gathered the items I had brought for the delivery, wanting to make it clear that I had no desire for further conversation.

While I was busy trimming the stems of the flowers, Ha-Young approached me, her voice filled with excitement as she mentioned how good-looking the owner of the flower shop was.

“Ugh!” I blurted out, clearly taken aback by her statement.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

I continued cutting the stem, feeling my fingertips brush against the scissors.

“I’m fine,” I assured Ha-Young.

Turning on the water, I held my fingertip under it to clean the small cut. Despite repeatedly telling Ha-Young that I was okay, she seemed too frantic to hear me.

I roughly dried my wet hands and resumed trimming the remaining flower stems. I was determined to finish before the meeting concluded, hoping that he would be somewhat pleased with the office’s transformation.

“…” I fell silent as I concentrated on my task.

However, when he returned to his office, he didn’t comment on the changes. Instead, he expressed his gratitude to his new assistant for a job well done. She felt a tingling sensation on her band-aided fingertips and gently rubbed the cut.

“How about going out for a drink tonight?” she suggested.

“A drink?” she inquired.

“Let’s try something we haven’t done before.”

At the mention of a dinner party, Mr. Shin looked up and smiled.

“Will the boss be joining us?” she asked.

“Of course!” she replied.

Ms. Ha-young voiced her excitement, though the sudden meeting schedule didn’t thrill her at all.

“Wasn’t it the boss who previously mentioned that he dislikes going out for dinner?” she wondered aloud.

“…I suppose he’s had a change of heart,” Jimin responded to Ha-young’s query with a sigh.

“What’s the matter with someone who prefers not to dine out?” she pondered.

Jimin’s voice was practically echoing. They dined at an upscale Japanese restaurant, indulging in some sake, and the atmosphere felt perfect for a return visit, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I couldn’t possibly refuse the first choice. The second stop was a wine bar, which happened to be his favorite.

The secretary couldn’t help but smirk, suggesting that he picked this location so he could sing without interruptions. The manager escorted us to a private section and offered wine recommendations tailored to each of our tastes.

I mentioned that I preferred something sweeter instead of bitter, and a few minutes later, the manager returned with a bottle of wine that he recommended.

As I savored the wine, I stole a glance at him. He gazed into the glass, his expression contemplative, and then raised his eyes. The sound of her clearing her throat followed, “Kolok. Kollok.”

She coughed as she attempted to swallow the wine, but something seemed amiss.

“Are you alright?” Ms Ha concerned.

She nodded at Ms. Ha-Young, who patted her on the back and passed her a tissue. I raised my gaze to meet his, and his piercing eyes were locked onto mine.

His pupils seemed devoid of emotion, and his eyes blinked slowly.

“Se-yeon, are you crying?” she inquired.

“Uh… I think it’s because of the cough. I need to use the restroom…” I replied, trying to downplay the situation.

I stormed out of the room in frustration and headed to the restroom. When I emerged, I noticed that the week-long rain had finally ceased, and the air was suffocatingly hot. Each breath I exhaled felt like I was releasing hot air, and sweat began to form on my forehead.

I stood still for a moment, trying to cool down. I took slow, deliberate breaths and blinked rapidly. I forced a smile at the corners of my mouth, reassuring myself, “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

I descended the stairs, feeling my stern expression gradually soften. I couldn’t stay away for too long.

As I walked down the hallway, mentally reminding myself to keep smiling, I was abruptly seized by the wrist.

“What, what?” My eyes widened when I saw him staring down at me. My voice quivered, and I attempted to shake my wrist to free it from his grasp.

“Let go,” I insisted, but he ignored my plea, opened the door, and pushed her way inside as if he hadn’t heard me.

My eyes now carried a sense of unease as I slumped into the room. The door locked with a resounding clang of iron.

“Se-yeon, move aside,” he ordered.

His eyes, which had been devoid of emotion just moments ago, now blazed with anger. I swallowed hard, taking an involuntary step back, a wave of dread washing over me.

He retrieved a cigarette, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he lit it, the familiar sound of Ha-Young singing in the adjacent room filling the air with its melody and lyrics.

He exhaled a plume of smoke between his lips as he advanced toward me. My instinct was to step back, and as I did, his lips curved into a displeased pout.

“Let me out,” I demanded.

“Why? Have I done something wrong?” he responded, though his demeanor made it seem like he was on the verge of taking some action. The way his shoulders tensed with frustration had a disconcertingly eerie quality to it.

He took a deep drag from his cigarette filter, then exhaled a plume of smoke.

“What, are you anticipating me to do something?” he inquired.

I wanted to question him about the source of his anger, but his presence before me rendered me speechless. His cheeks appeared hollow as he drew deeply from the cigarette.

I gazed at him, unable to blink, as he casually discarded the cigarette on the floor and extinguished it with his foot.

“Are you genuinely excited about this?” he asked.

“No!” I replied emphatically.

With every step he took, I involuntarily retreated, and the corners of my mouth twitched upwards. I found my as$ backed up against the table, and he burst into laughter, seemingly amused by the sight of my blushing face.

“Move,” he ordered.

I shook my head, aware of the people in the next room.

“Stop trembling,” he admonished. “If you stain my clothes, you’ll regret it.”

“Ha, ha… Hmph!” I stammered, flustered.

At the same time his body climbed up on the table, his hand crept into my skirt.

I crossed my legs and pushed his shoulders away, but it was futile.    

“What, you were already leaking?” he mumbled as he lifted her skirt and flicked her labia apart with his fingers.    

“I haven’t done anything, and your p*ssy is dripping.”

As he put his finger in front of her, she bit her lip and wrenched her head away.

I leaned back on the table and covered my face with my hands. Against my will, I could feel my inner walls tightening around his finger.  

His hand slipped out and stroked every inch of my constricted v*g*nal walls till my lower stomach ached.    

“What’s a squirming p*ssy?”

he inquired, wondering if it was just me or if he appeared impatient today. When I look up at his impatient expression, he rolls over to avoid my eyes.

He whispers as he buries his face in the back of my neck.    

“You dragged another as$hole into the company?”

“……Ha!”

I shake my head no, but a weaponized p*nis pokes through my v*g*na before I can answer.

His impatient tone made me feel a lump in my throat. My arms clench around his neck.

I heard Secretary Shin begin to sing from the adjacent room, followed by cheers from Ha young and Jimin.    

“Hmph! Hmph!”

He couldn’t stop himself from bursting into a wild orgasm that he felt would break him apart. A body already saturated in ecstasy clung to his waist, bucking her hips to the pace.    

“Mmmm,” he sighed, his voice low. Her uneasy body shuddered.

“Get dressed and come out.”    

He vanished after tossing the cum-soaked handkerchief into the trash. I drew my skirt down with quivering hands.

I struggled to my feet, straightening my tangled hair. I was on the verge of collapsing. My hand shook on the table.    “Ha.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to prevent tears from streaming down my cheeks. I had just instructed myself not to cry, but the tears were welling up once more.

I heard Ha-Young’s excited voice from the adjacent room, and before I knew it, I felt a throbbing sensation between my legs. Anxious to return to the others, I couldn’t muster the strength to put on a facade and smile as if nothing were amiss. Instead, I sat down on the couch and buried my face in my hands.

* * *

“Ah, yes!” I exclaimed.

I continued walking until I reached the cypress grove. Simply being amidst the cypress trees, with their soothing phytoncides, provided relief for my troubled mind. In that moment, I could temporarily set aside all my worries. The grove was quite a distance from Seoul, and even though I had departed at dawn, it was already afternoon by the time I arrived.

A 40-meter cypress tree loomed overhead, obscuring the sky. I smiled as if it were urging me to leave all my worries behind, as if it would guard all my secrets.

I positioned myself in the heart of the forest, closed my eyes, and allowed its embrace to surround me. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees, causing my pace to slacken. I was well aware that even if I were to depart now, I wouldn’t reach my destination until dawn.

I powered off my cellphone, desiring solitude and an escape from any potential disturbances. …Though there was no chance he would contact me.

A smirk played on her lips. Following the events that transpired at the wine bar the previous evening, she hadn’t said a word during their journey back.

He had gone upstairs and didn’t reappear until dawn. Her eyes darted around aimlessly, resembling a lost child, uncertain of her next move.

She remained rooted in place for an extended period, as if an invisible nail had pierced her foot, preventing her from taking a single step.

I disembarked from the taxi halfway to my residence. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the cypress trees and the towering concrete structures. I realized I was heading uphill.

In the distance, under the darkening sky, I spotted his house. Suddenly, a car pulled up alongside me, and I froze in place like a stone.

“Cha Se-yeon!” a voice called out.

It was Han Se-hyuk who emerged from the car. His face bore an intimidating expression, and his brows were furrowed with anger.

“Why did you turn off your cell phone?” he shouted, as if he had momentarily forgotten he was outdoors, his voice growing increasingly subdued with each word.

“Get in!” he commanded.

I quickly climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door. I could see his jaw clenching as he settled into the driver’s seat.

“Hey…” I began.

“Don’t say a word,” he interrupted, appearing even more impatient than he had been the previous day. His face conveyed a sense of someone on the brink of losing their sanity.

“Get out,” he ordered.

His words were so chilling that a shiver ran down my spine. He seized my wrist and ushered me into the house, his heavy, uneven breathing a testament to his anger.

“…Why are you so angry?” I inquired, my eyes narrowing as I observed him impatiently removing his tie.

“Take it off.”

My eyes darted around, but he wasn’t making eye contact with me.

“Don’t you hear me? Take it off!” he demanded.

I wasn’t scared as he ran down the street like an angry beast. My heart instead sunk. It felt like a boulder was pressing down on my chest.    

“To bed…….”    

My voice was scratchy and raspy. I swallowed dryly, the pain in my throat clawing at my throat.    

“You’ve been sleeping with some as$hole!”

“That’s not what it is!”

I could tell that he had a deep and unwavering misconception. I blushed and shook my head in disbelief, but he responded with a cold, unyielding stare, as though he couldn’t hear me.

It dawned on me that no matter what I said, he wouldn’t believe me.

“Is that the as$hole you were with at the coffee shop?”

“…….”    

Her mouth drops open like a honey mute.

“Or is it, florist?”

“Ugh…… ugh!”

He pushed me down onto the couch while I stood still and undressed. He nibbles on my earlobe and says something unpleasant with no regard for the consequences.

“You had your cell phone off and you were spreading your legs for some as$hole?”

No, I wasn’t, I said, shaking my head. He pulls his shirt and underwear off, spreads her legs wide, and lowers his head.

I flailed my legs and tried to pushed his head away, but he grabbed my legs and pulled them up, folding my body almost in half.    

“Ha, don’t!”

He exhaled, his hot breath touching the roof of my v*g*na with each exhalation.    

“What, did you come in here smelling like another cub?” i said, shortly after I remembered him saying something about getting an inspection one day.

“Awww, now, wait a minute……. Hmph!”

He takes a long breath while pushing his nose into my v*g*na. Just thinking about it made my insides throb like electricity.

I pretended not to notice, but my legs trembled. His nose was digging deep into the hole.  He bit his lip and gazed at me while inhaling and sniffing as if he were smelling.

His face is buried between my legs, his eyes scanning at my features. I push his head away with all my might, and the more I do it, the closer he goes to putting his nose inside my hole.  

“I haven’t met ……anyone!”    

I scream, and he draws his face away slowly. His gaze fell lower and lower, eventually settling on my v*g*na, which gaped open as his eyes darkened.    

“I didn’t meet anyone!”

I yelled. I’m not sure why he’s suddenly acting this way. My pupils dilated.    

“How am I supposed to believe that you wouldn’t do that to someone else, spreading your legs for money?”

“This……. This……!”

As$hole. I glared at him, biting my lip until it bled. The way he regarded me, as though I had done nothing wrong, shattered my heart.

“Sure, you bite and s*ck and chew on my d*ck several times a day, but what’s it going to taste like when you try it with another as$hole, and after you’ve gotten a taste for my d*ck, the other as$hole’s d*ck will be so bland you won’t even want to eat it?” I let out a growl.

I dropped my damp eyes to the sound of metal clanging. My eyes opened as I watched him unbutton his slacks and bring out the c*ck inside, sluggishly waving it.  

Saliva collected on his stiff c*ck for no apparent reason. I gulped and swallowed, his attention fixed on the collar.

His dark eyes, considerably lower than they had been a moment before, seemed to warn me, as if he was strangling me.  

I take another dry gulp. His eyes twinkle, and before I know it, he’s nibbling at the back of my neck.    

“Ugh!”

I dug my fangs into him till he moaned, then calmed him with my tongue when he flinched. As he moved, a cool woody aroma filled my senses.

He pressed his tongue against my n*pple, bit on it with the tip of his teeth, and s*cked on it as if it were going to release something.  

He was s*cking on my n*pple, but it was the one between my legs that was becoming heated. The hand that had been caressing my br*ast as if it knew everything went down and pulled at my pubic hair as if to pluck it.    

“Ahhhh!”

My p*ssy was stroked by a broad, strong palm. His lips were s*cking on my n*pple, and his fingers was probing beneath.

My head jerked back due to the overload of stimulation.  Tears streamed down the sides of my eyes. They weren’t tears of despair or anguish, but rather tears of joy.

Her eyes tingled at the edges.  He wiped the tears from her wide-open eyes with the lips that had been s*cking on her n*pple.

He licked and tasted her entire body while experimenting with his lips.    

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm!”

Two large, masculine fingers probed within slowly. Exploring the cave as if for the first time, touching all of the inner walls.

My spine pricked as his wrists flexed, and the slurping became louder as his hand slipped out.

My eyes pricked and I closed them, unable to keep them open. He bit down hard on my pale skin.

I couldn’t move a finger against the saccharine eyes staring down at me as I opened my eyes to the anguish.    

“Look at me. Look who’s making you so wet, wiggling your as$ for just two fingers, begging me to put a c*ck in you.”

I glare at him, my face flushed, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he rubs an area on my inner wall.

I glanced aside, embarrassed by my rapidly moist body, which I didn’t want to feel.  He made a mark on the nape of my white neck with his teeth.    

“Don’t leave marks.”

I lack the strength to push away. I weakly whisper, and he s*cks on the skin adjacent to the mark he just made.

I had to head to work, and I felt the urge to smack him for leaving visible marks, but I couldn’t bring myself to raise my hand. 

When I tell him not to, he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the intentional marks he’s made. He swirls his tongue around my areola, then drags his tongue tip over my hard n*pple as if he’s playing with it.    

His body twitched as he spoke, “I found you a place, move in tomorrow.”

I fell onto the couch and blinked quickly.  He straddled my back and elevated his hips. The glans slowly moving around my hole was heated, nearly burning.

From his throbbing erection, a trickle of pre-cum came out. She felt it as well, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

I raised my head to see if he was laughing at me, and he shoved into me at the same time.  

My shoulders slumped. It was a hole he’d been through a thousand times, if not more, yet it was still hard. The enormous c*ck, rooted to the bone, dug deep and slid out.

She felt a shudder run down her spine.  His shoulders were squared, and his back was flexed. My nails dug into the couch. When I try to crawl away, he clutches my waist and drags me back into place.  

In slowly, out rapidly. My body is saturated in sweat as a result of the p*nis banging into my p*ssy with such force that my testicles bounce. He bangs in and out of her as$ until it hurts.

He forced me lift my as$ up after my arms snapped a couple times and I fell onto the couch, and then he started thrusting within me like crazy.  

It felt like my entire body was shrinking every time he lifted my hips.    

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”

I reached back to push his shirtless p*nis away from my v*g*na, but he seized my wrists instead.

I’m being held by both wrists and can’t get away. He slips out and returns with greater vigor.

Puck-puck! Pfft! At the scary thrusts, I stood on my toes and curled my spine.

As I climaxed, I gasped, unable to swallow.    

“That, stop!”

I pleaded, but he refused.  He instead thrusted harder and deeper. Her body, which had just climaxed, reacted quickly to any stimuli.

I was dizzy and felt as if all of my blood had been drained from my body.  He rolled over once more. My tired eyes sought for his face, and as they closed and opened slowly, I could see his face clearly through the tears.  

I held his open biceps with my teeth clenched, the tip of his c*ck poking a hole in my inner wall. My mucous membranes constrict, refusing to release my alter ego.

“Ugh,”

A faint sigh came from my mouth.  My thoughts was so disconnected from my body that my heart felt like it was shattering.  

As his body bounced up and down, my chest heaved. I squinted my eyes toward the ceiling. The entire planet appears to be trembling. My thoughts is also trembling.

Only now did I realize how selfish I’d been in staying at his side.

“Eight nights…….”

“What?”

The eighth night was coming to an end. His eyes were tense.  He straightened his back. With a steady glance, he met the watery stare.

The p*nis inside escaped. It sagged and turned to face me.

“Is it over now?”, he wondered, his eyes wide.

“We haven’t even begun.”    

The night was going to be long.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me up. As we walk to the bedroom, he nibbles on my ear.

My body, which he has already subdued, tingles with a tickle, especially between my legs, and he chuckles as he places me on the bed.    

“I’m going to f*ck you hard. You won’t even respond to my c*ck.”    

I nod, remembering his c*ck’s rigidity from earlier.  I close my eyes tiredly as I feel him gently slip into my v*g*na.

* * *

I stirred from my slumber as the commotion outside grew louder.

“……”

Could it be the cleaning lady? She typically arrived on weekdays, right? I shook my head and sat up. Ouch. My entire body felt as if someone had walked all over it.

On the couch first, then on the bed, then in the bathroom, and finally on the floor. Front to back, side to side, and up and down. I don’t normally curse, but I couldn’t help myself this time.  

It was truly insane.  I figured it had to be afternoon without checking the time. The romp went on till the sun came up.

My hands shook as I slicked my unkempt hair back.  I got to my feet and reached for my clothes, feeling a little empty down below. God, it’s empty.

I inserted it, but it still felt strange.  Looking up from the moisture of the previous night’s bed linens, I noticed his t-shirt on the table. I lost count of the number of times I paused on my walk to the table.  

It wasn’t a monster, just eye contact. No, even animals don’t do this, I grumbled. It wouldn’t be this difficult if we were just having s*x.

I bit my lip as I pulled on my T-shirt, my shredded n*pples hurting from biting and tearing and s*cking all over me.  

I looked for my underwear but couldn’t find it. I opened the door when I heard his voice outside.  At the same time, the sound came to a halt.    

“……..”

My pupils dilated and I froze.  

“Ah……. Hi……. Hey.”    

My body began to shake as I realized who was sitting on the couch.  I’m curious if they’re as surprised to see me as I am to see them.

My entire body felt heavy, as if I were about to drown. I was trembling and couldn’t move a single finger.    

“Han Se-hyuk, did you come to Korea and do this?”

I’ll never forget that face. His sister was on her knees begging her to let him go, while his mother sat beside him, her stare as piercing as razors, slicing through her.

“Stay indoors,” he said.

“……”

“Go to your room!”

I stood there like an idiot, unable to move, as he groaned and moved closer. The closer he got, the more her eyes changed.

“Cha Se-yeon. Wake up,” he said.

He drew me inside the room by my wrist, put me on the bed, then shook me by the shoulders.

“Cha Se-yeon!”

I suddenly realized. I couldn’t breathe. My mind went blank, a different type of haziness from the one he had instilled in me the day before; it was an anxious haze.

“Breathe,” he advised.

My pupils were blurred, and I couldn’t see his face. I couldn’t make out who he was. Unconsciously, I extended my hand. I grabbed his collar shakily.

“sister… sister.”

“……”

“sister… Hmph. sister…”

I grabbed to whatever I could with shaky hands, as if letting go would send me plunging into an unfathomable abyss.

I had no idea what I was saying.

“sister…”

“Why.”

My eyes welled up with tears.

“Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy?”

“Get a hold of yourself! Cha Se-yeon, what are you talking about?”He shook my shoulder forcefully, snapping me back to reality. When I beheld his face, I promptly sealed my lips.

“Se Hyuk, I’m sorry…….” I mumbled.

I threw a furtive glance at him, and his gaze remained fixed on my quivering hand clutching my t-shirt.