Episode 8

I was helpless to protest when he forced me into the back seat and immediately removed my pants.

As he pulled my pants and underwear at the same moment and put them on the front seat, his enraged expression told me to keep my mouth quiet. 

His veiled nose dug into my p*ssy. He sniffed as if inspecting something. My toes were tingling.  I had forgotten this was a parking lot.  Even if it was tinted, anyone who wanted to glance inside would see what he was up to.

He was acting as if he didn’t mind getting caught.    

“Should I kill the bastard?”

He muttered, his words spilling out in quick succession as if he couldn’t hold back his anger. My gaze was drawn to the ceiling.

I looked at him as he mentioned murdering her friend, knowing he was the type of man who would do it.  My eyes fluttered as I watched him stroke the tip of his nose across my clit, his face buried between her legs.

She pulled his tie down, uneasy in the cramped confines of the car.  He pulled his shirt down her thighs, unbuttoning two buttons.

The door is wide open. He looked down, his eyes as bright as the sun.  Before I had a chance to say anything. He licked on my clitus after swallowing it.

One finger slid into my hole at the same time. He bit my clit as if to chastise me when I bucked my hips.    

“Ugh… huh!”

I bit my lower lip to avoid making a sound, but it was futile. The car was filled with a deep moan. Another, then two fingers breached the internal wall.  

They brushed against him, twisting and turning. His wrists flexed as the squeaking became more audible. He prods at every nook and corner, as if he wants to feel everything on the inside.

Everything he touches is flooded with blood.  He s*cked on my clit, then flicked it from side to side with the tip of his tongue, as if his hands weren’t enough.  

Hah. It was insane.  At his touch, pain surges through me, but the weird sensation makes me squirm.

She wiggled her hips, forcing her lips into his, as if wanting to get closer to him. He flicks my clit with his thumb in a furious, quick motion, pulling his fingers out of my v*g*na.

Then he put his tongue to the hole and s*cked as hard as he could, like a child at the br*ast.  A constant stream of liquids entered his mouth.

He was no longer embarrassed by the raw sound of s*cking flesh. Reason had already left the building.  

My lower stomach tightened in agony as his tongue pushed quickly inside my v*g*na. My hands unintentionally gripped his hair.      

His gaze was riveted on my face, as if he needed everyone to see how I was crumbling. I didn’t want to show him my emotions, but the way he stretched out the tip of his tongue and quickly pierced downward compelled me to.

My fluids flowed like a waterfall once more.  His mouth screwed upward as he watched me convulsively shudder, unable to calm down.    

“You think another c*ck will satisfy you?”

He mumble in her ear that he’s already had a taste of mine and that any c*ck wouldn’t be a c*ck. He n*bbles on my earlobe and raises his head to peer at me while I lie still.

I tremble as he unbuckles his pants without avoiding his gaze, and I watch him unbuckle his pants with trepidation.

He’ll do it right here.  His collar rattled as dry saliva trickled from his mouth. His piercing stare clings on the collar, his eyes gleaming.

He bit down on the nape of my neck like a fierce beast ready to suffocate me in an instant.  I knew it would leave a deep impression, but I wasn’t concerned.

I wasn’t even aware of the agony. I was sorry I drank booze to get intoxicated. I s*cked in my throat, feeling miserable.  

I closed my eyes and felt him s*cking the back of my neck. The tears flowed in torrents. My hands were covering my eyes.    

“Breathe. Black…….”

They didn’t appear to want to stop crying once they started. My face shook, as did my hands and shoulders. My entire body began to shake as I sobbed.  

I buried my face in the nape of his neck and waited for him to awaken.  I’m not supposed to be crying. I’m not going to cry. I cried more the more I thought about it.    

“What did you do right, crying? I told you not to cry, it’s so gross.”

“……What do you do when you’re crying?”

My hair is roughly fanned back.    

“If you hate me so much, can I just disappear?”

“…….”

“Can I just disappear?”

I wipe away the tears, but they return to the corners of my eyes. I stop wiping them away with the back of my palm and turn to face him.

I can’t see his face clearly because of the tears, so I’m not sure what expression he’s making. He rests his hand against the side of his face. He glances up, glares at me, and then responds once more.    

“Are you just going to take the money and run?”

“Do it quickly, ……, and I’ll disappear from your sight.”

He slowly rises to his feet while I tell him that I despise him so much that I’ll vanish from his sight.  He fastens his belt and walks out the door.  

I stood up, grabbed my underwear and clothes from the front seat, and put them on while looking out the window. He tried to light his cigarette, but it wouldn’t stick, so he smashed it and flung it on the floor in despair.  

With a tissue, he wiped the drenched sheets. When a faint, fishy fragrance entered his nose, he wondered if he should open the window. He got into his car and began driving.

He hadn’t put out his cigarette.  In the rearview mirror, our gazes connected, but I removed my gaze first. I knelt to tidy my clothes and put on my shoes for no apparent reason.  

I wiped my tears away with tissues and stuffed them inside my handbag.  The vehicle slid out of the parking lot.  I’m not sure how long I’ve been driving with my head hurting from booze.

I should not have drunk the beer. This is the crux of the matter.  His sighs were increasingly audible as he turned into the driveway of the car he believed was heading to his house, but it was in an all-too-familiar neighborhood.    

“I, um, how did you find out?” I asked, squinting at him as he parked in front of the high school. I realized that he knew about Miho’s house and had come to visit, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Did you run a background check on me?”

He turned to glare at me from the backseat and exited the car. He extracted a cigarette from his suit, likely to light up the one he had failed to earlier.

I followed him out of the car. A gentle breeze blew, and he shielded the lighter with his hand as he lit his cigarette.

“I only obtained your address and the jerk’s, don’t misunderstand,” he clarified.

His words were somewhat obscured by the cigarette clenched between his teeth, but I managed to comprehend them. The image of him lighting the cigarette felt foreign.

I observed the cigarette smoldering between his lengthy fingers, a part of him I had always found appealing. But then I noticed he was gazing at me, and I was taken aback.

“…I’m coming in.”

Instead of responding, he exhaled a protracted plume of cigarette smoke.

“Quit your job,” he commanded.

“…….”

“Come to my company. I’ve got a secretarial position open, so get your shit together.”

“…… It’s not something I can do.”

His company? Royal Group? He was proposing that I become a secretary at Royal Group. The idea took me by surprise, and I couldn’t quite fathom it.

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied.

I found the idea ridiculous. Without providing an answer, he entered the office and locked the door. I removed my clothes and got into bed, feeling uncertain about his intentions.

The word “disgusting” came to mind. If I had made different choices, would our circumstances be different? Could I have been happier? Nevertheless, it felt cathartic to let tears flow.

I thought I could put aside the absurd notion of coming to work.  

* * * * * * *

I opted to skip lunch and picked up a sandwich from a convenience store, along with a cup of freshly brewed instant coffee. I made my way to the rooftop.

My lips curled into a small smile as I thought about the vibrant flowers and thriving vegetables in the rooftop garden. It was a place I cherished, the only refuge I had when stress overwhelmed me.

“Se-yeon, are you making a sandwich for lunch?”

“Oh… Yes.”

The rooftop was accessible only via a single staircase, and people were constantly coming and going. Mr. Park noticed me and pretended to recognize me. His mouth displayed a smile, but his face seemed tense. The scent of cigarettes lingered as they passed by, making me grip the sandwich tightly.

Despite the overflowing coffee, I hurriedly ascended the stairs and reached the rooftop, gasping for breath. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the state of the roof.

Tears, which I had struggled to contain with alcohol, welled up effortlessly. It was apparent that my uncle had allowed the rooftop to remain in its current condition.

A solitary tear trickled down my cheek as I gazed upon the rooftop that had been transformed into a smoking area.

The once-thriving vegetable garden had disappeared, and the flowerpots had been repurposed as receptacles for cigarette butts.

“It’s convenient being so close to the smoking area, all thanks to the manager,” someone commented.

“Yeah,” another voice responded.

I overheard their conversation and turned around. Disheartened, I discarded my sandwich and coffee in the nearest trash bin and hurried towards the manager’s office. On my way, I crossed paths with Sooyin, who was on her way to work.

“I need to talk to you for a moment.”

“Are you out of your mind? Where is this coming from?”

“We really need to talk.”

I’ve always endured it. Losing my job wouldn’t be difficult for me, but it would be hard for him. If I endured it, he could get the treatment he needed, so I could handle it. It wasn’t too difficult.

I fixed my gaze on Sooyin as she sat cross-legged on the couch. She appeared to be in exceptionally high spirits. Even in the face of my unusually intense stare, she managed a smile, as if she understood the reason behind it.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

I felt a sense of self-disgust for knowing everything and pretending otherwise. I pondered if she felt the same way about me, which prompted her initial statement of disgust, and then perhaps she came to genuinely hate me.

“The rooftop, why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“That?”

“That?”

“That?”

I detested the way she nonchalantly discussed it as though it was inconsequential.

“My uncle granted me permission.”

“I know, I obtained permission from my dad again to use it as a smoking area.”

It wasn’t just a rooftop; it was the sole refuge where I could ease my weary body and mind. My hands clenched into trembling fists.

“I’ve despised you since I was a little girl,” Sooyin muttered under her breath.

“You pretend to be kind and attractive to everyone. You feign nobility when you’re just a mean person.”

“Is that all? Is that why you hate me?”

“No. I could list countless reasons. I loathe the mere fact that you exist.”

I merely chuckled.

“So quit your job,” she demanded.

She was well aware that I couldn’t just quit my job. That’s why she always resorted to these kinds of threats.

“Fine, I’ll quit. Alright?” I responded.

“What?” she questioned.

“You told me to quit, so I’m quitting.”

Her eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by my unexpected response.

“You think you’ll easily find a job that’s better than this?” she retorted.

I had no intention of responding to that. I simply walked away and returned to my seat. There was nothing for me to pack.

Fortunately, it was lunchtime, and as I left, I bumped into Mr. Park.

“Where are you going?” Mr. Park asked.

“Mr. Park,” I began. “I… I understood your feelings, your heart, but I can’t accept it. I’m sorry.”

I bowed respectfully and got into a taxi, leaving Mr. Park without a response. I then called my prospective employer.

“…So, you want the job?”

“Yes,” I replied.

He didn’t appear surprised, as though he had expected me to accept.

“Compensate me generously,” I requested.

“Okay.”

“And relocate my dad’s hospital to a significantly better location.”

“…”

“And ensure that the caregivers are kind and capable individuals.”

“You…”

“So, will you do it?”

Please, just act on my requests without further inquiry.

“…Go home and wait,” was the reply.

Thankfully, he didn’t inquire further. After instructing me to wait at home, my palms began to perspire needlessly, so I wiped them on my thighs. Before heading to his residence, I made a quick stop at my father’s hospital.

I simply wanted to see him. When he spotted me at the hospital during his workday, he paused momentarily and smiled.

“Dad, I’ve resigned from my job,” I told him.

“Oh, is that so?” He affectionately brushed the back of my hand, and it felt so warm.

“I’ve also secured a job at a much better place.”

“A job? Is that good?”

“Yes. It’s good.”

I gazed at my dad with a wide grin on my face. He met my gaze and gently squeezed my hand.

“By the way, why are you crying?” he asked.

“Am I crying? No, I’m not crying,” I replied.

He smiled. I approached my dad, who was now shedding tears, and displayed my radiant smile.

“Daughter… Don’t cry,” he implored.

My dad’s face contorted as he brushed a tear from his cheek.

“Are you in pain?”

He shook his head while continuing to wipe his cheeks, unable to contain his tears, much like a child.

“No, I’m happy, so happy,” he confessed.

The happiness I felt was enough to make me want to be by his side, even though I knew he harbored resentment towards me. I would be shameless, just a little bit audacious.

Although I was deeply troubled by his distress, I didn’t let it show. I sat beside him and engaged in conversation, trying to offer him reassurance. Time seemed to slip away swiftly as I showed him Korean alphabet cards to help him remember words and solved puzzles with him. When I left the hospital, darkness had already descended.

I turned around to catch the bus to his house and decided to make a quick visit to a department store. I checked the time and realized I had a bit of time before he had to leave for work.

At the department store, I bought some new underwear. Until now, I had been wearing the cheapest ones I could find. I felt quite embarrassed when he removed them in the car, seeing the faded, worn-out underwear in his hands, even though he didn’t seem to mind.

I  knew that purchasing such high-quality underwear was a luxury, but I didn’t want to reveal my skimpy, tattered undergarments. My hand trembled as I looked at the hefty price tag, something I wouldn’t typically buy, but I tried to push that thought aside.

I clutched the shopping bag with the new underwear and made my way to his house. While sitting in the taxi, I couldn’t help but gaze out of the window, gently running my palm across it. My fingertips tingled as if they’d been grazed by glass.

Upon reaching his house, I hesitated at the gate, unable to rush in. I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, making a silent promise to myself. As if on cue, the door opened, and I hurriedly stepped through the gap, eager to get inside his house.

I walked through two more doors and entered the house, where I found him on the phone with someone.

“Have a seat,” he said.

“Sure,” I replied, taking a seat as instructed.

I tightened my grip on the shopping bag and watched as he walked upstairs while engrossed in his phone conversation. He then took a seat on the couch. I leaned back and kept my head held high.

Time passed, but he didn’t come back down. I checked the time, and it was already 10:00. My stomach began to rumble because I hadn’t eaten anything. I had picked up some fruit at my dad’s hospital and decided to snack on it.

My back was starting to ache, so I stood up to get a glass of water, even though I thought I shouldn’t. As I made my way to the kitchen, I locked eyes with him as he descended the stairs.

“Wash up,” he said.

“What? Oh, yeah,” I replied. That was all I could manage to say at the moment.

My expression fell, and his gaze swept over my face. I tried to pretend to be casual, to appear relaxed, and locked eyes with him.

“What about the bathroom?” he asked.

“It’s over there,” I replied.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged.

I grabbed my purse and the shopping bag, then followed his directions to the room. The sound of the door closing sent chills down my spine.

It was then that I realized this was the room where I had been lying when I was sick in the past. My mouth went dry as I gazed at the pure white bed. I left the bed and made my way into the bathroom.

I begin to undress, but my hands continue to slip.  I stripped down to my underwear with shaking hands.

I stood under the shower and turned on the water, feeling a strong stream of water cascading down. I tried to reassure myself, thinking, “It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve done this before.”

I remembered having s*x with him six years ago. With shaky hands, I lathered up, and a faint smell of his scent reached my nostrils.

My cheeks flushed at the thought, and I felt a bit embarrassed by my own reaction. If that was all it took to make me blush, then I had no idea how I would handle what might come next. I finished my shower quickly, dried my hair, and put on the new underwear and clothes I had bought.

There was a moment of hesitation when I wondered whether or not to put on the new underwear, but in the end, I decided to wear them. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I came to a sudden halt. He was sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but a shower robe.

I could see his toned muscles through the open robe, and his intense gaze made me feel like I was being strangled. I struggled to my feet and moved closer to him.

“You quit your job?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“You can start on Monday,” he said, leaving me momentarily speechless.

His languid eyes bore into me as he scanned me from head to toe. I stood in the center of the room, and my nervousness grew as his gaze intensified. I swallowed dryly, and he crossed his legs.

I noticed he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his robe. At the sight of it, he flushed.    

“What’s the point of wearing clothes if you’re going to take them off anyway?”

“…….”

“Why.”    

I unbutton his pants while staring at his lifeless, indifferent eyes. His jet-black eyes were drawn to my hands. I removed my jeans and tee.

I didn’t notice his expression changing for the first time as he stared at my underwear.  He moved in closer and reached behind me to unclasp my bra.

My br*asts jumped and jiggled. He crossed his knees as I bent down slightly and let the bra fall to the floor.  He slid his fingers down her pants, unconcerned.

But I was trembling to death. I was n*ked and looked at him. He eventually untangled his crossed legs and ran his hands down the bed, inspecting her from head to toe.

Heat would occasionally hover where his eyes paused. He extended his hand.  He didn’t say anything, but it had the feel of an order.

When I take a step toward him, he takes my wrist and pulls me to the bed. He climbed over me and ripped off my robe, threw it to the floor as he looked into my frightened eyes.  

He chewed his lower lip, unable to lower his gaze. He gripped her hair tightly, his teeth pushing into the marks he’d made not long ago. His entire body was scorching.  

As she struggled to her feet, his leg rubbed against her thigh, the area between her legs so ticklish. Something solid squeezed against his stomach.  

It had a commanding presence.  I jump so rapidly I wonder whether he can hear me, and one corner of his mouth lifts languidly as I make a horrified look.    

“No stopping.”

I nodded in response to his low whisper, almost as a warning. He circled her clit with his saliva-covered thumb and s*cked hard on her n*pple, spreading her thighs wide.    

“Mmm… hmm.”    

My hips bucked unintentionally. Electrifying sensations coiled through my body from my v*g*nal orifices. When he moans in pain as he bites down on her n*pple, I soothe him by licking it with my tongue.  

His fingers never ceased moving. His hand comes to a halt only after a gurgling sound.  My hazy pupils searched for his face.  

He looks down at me, his face expressionless, and then reaches down and puts on a condom. My eyes widen as I follow his hand as he shakes his p*nis.

I swiftly look up, and he smiles with a guttural sound.  I felt like I was about to pass out when I saw him kneeling between my knees. No, I wanted to pass out.

I’d only seen him for a split second, but his p*nis was more than I could bear to think about.    

“You’re  going to tear myself apart,”

I thought.  The doppelganger squeezing her clitoris expanded her hole and entered her inch by inch.

“Hmph… s*ck!”

His pupils dilated.  Even if he’d let it go, it hadn’t kept his alter ego for years. It couldn’t have been done with just two fingers. He flailed his arms as he struggled to breathe.    

“Not yet, not even the head of his c*ck.”

“Ugh… black. Ah, the pain. It hurts.”  

“Hold on.”    

The ruthless power spread my insides wider and wider, making me quiver. It appeared to hurt even more than the first time.

The continuous column of flames had scalded my insides. To get away from him, I twisted at the waist and gripped the sheets. No, I attempted to back away.    

“I told you it wouldn’t stop”

I watched him with damp eyes as he clenched his teeth in frustration. My breathing was also out of control. Sweat beads slid down my brow.

My clit tickled underneath as I massaged it from side to side with my juice-soaked thumb. Her inner walls tightened around his barely-entered c*ck.  

He uttered a short swear.  Then he was inside with a single fast shove.  She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move a finger, and couldn’t do anything but open and close her eyes.    

“Breathe,”

He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open.    

“Breathe.”

I’m not sure what he’s saying. I believe he is upset about something. Why? Why is he upset?  The agony washed over me till I couldn’t think. I’m dizzy, and tears are streaming down my cheeks.   

“Cha Se-Yeon.”

My pupils enlarged as his voice yelled my name.  He moved her waist with his hands to the sides of her face.

“Relax.”

“Hmph! Hmph!”

The p*nis enters and exits the hole. It should hurt, yet as time passes, an odd sensation develops. Every inch of my body seemed to be being investigated.

Puckpuck! Pfft!

When he stopped he buried himself as deeply as if he were about to bury himself in the roots, and he rotated his hips smoothly.

My pubic hair hurts against him, and my claws scratch at his forearms as he pumps so hard and fast that I can’t breathe. But he doesn’t give up.

He moves faster, as if he’s pouring oil on a fire.  The climax I hadn’t felt in a long time made me feel like my body was going to snap in half.

He take him in again and again, tinged by agony and excitement.  Her body swung wildly up and down.

He held her thighs and shifted his hips in and out of her body.  As he scraped into her and slid out, her hips jerked. The pent-up juices burst and flowed down her thighs onto the sheets with each stroke, but he couldn’t be bothered.    

“Ugh! Stop, please!”

She sobbed as she clutched his exploding back without pausing. His breathing was as loud as his heartbeat.  

At the same time, his thrusts came to a halt. His p*nis ejaculated a long, lingering stream while writhing inside her.

“…….”    

If there was anything different between the first time and now, it was only one thing.  Love.

 S*x without love harms both the body and the mind. As he drew out, heat raced to her eyes, and her v*g*na constricted. Her entire body ached as if she’d been pummeled.  

She couldn’t lift her fingers, so she turned around with her legs.  She heard him putting the condom away but she did not look at him.  

The first one had come to an end. They only needed nine more to be finished.  I struggled to get up to wash my hands.  

He grabbed my ankle and yanked my leg, causing me to slide down the slope. His eyes fluttered more than ever before.    

“What, what?”

she asked, his head pushed out of the way as he attempted to bring his legs beneath her.    

“Who said you only do it once?”

“I thought you said ten nights, not just one a night,” I remarked as he rubbed his palm over his stiff c*ck, stating it was only beginning, no, it hadn’t even began. His tongue was soon at my entrance. I closed my eyes and let out a stifled scream.