Handsome Trash - 22 (R-19)
“Oh, yes.”
“The guy from suite 2021, have you ever seen him up close?”
The conversation quickly switched topics.
Of course, she hadn’t expected it to be about Eunhyuk, making it more embarrassing for her.
“That guy from 2021, Cha Eunhyuk of Samwoo Group. He inherited a fortune after the previous Chairman Cha died, so he’s almost the best among all the chaebols. I was curious, so I looked him up and discovered he has a clear relationship history with women.”
“Ah, so there’s no chance of a relationship with him?”
“No, no, no. You just have to pretend to trip when you pass him by and accidentally hug him.”
“That’s so old fashioned. Do you think he would fall for that?”
Hyewon felt uncomfortable and disliked the idea of giggling and joking about Eunhyuk, not to mention talking about him behind his back.
The uncomfortable seat became a thorn in her side.
It felt strange to hear them talk about him as if he were a celebrity or political figure on television.
“Oh, by the way, did you go in to change the lilies? How was it? The atmosphere.”
“You know what, I’m tired of talking about clients and companies and work. I’m tired of it, really. Let’s stop.”
At that moment, Jisung, who was slightly irritated, raised his voice.
Everyone in the room rolled their eyes, knowing he was usually a bit of a sourpuss. Still, Hyewon was relieved that the conversation had changed to something else.
After a rough first and second round of karaoke, Hyewon wanted to go home and rest.
She didn’t dare open her mouth though, so she excused herself to go to the restroom and walked out into the hallway, rubbing her forehead. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Eunhyuk’s figure and jumped.
“Hey, why are you here?”
He wordlessly dragged her into an empty room, right next to the one where she came out.
“What are you doing!”
Even in the darkness, she could tell Eunhyuk’s pupils were glowing as if he were hungry for prey.
“The dinner. I warned you not to attend.”
Eunhyuk’s grip made her wrist throb.
“I told you it wasn’t something I could just skip.”
“How dare you cheat on me and stick next to that bastard?”
Eunhyuk’s unbridled anger showed, and he tore off Hyewon’s crisp, white skirt. At the same time, all her buttons popped off in various directions.
There was no time to make excuses or scream.
“Are you crazy? Why…”
The words were lost as Eunhyuk pressed his mouth onto hers. She tried to bite his tongue, but it was no use.
She hadn’t been drinking much… but she had no strength left in her body.
Even if she wanted to get away from him, there was no way.
Hyewon pleaded with Eunhyuk, who was cupping her exposed br*asts like he was milking them.
“Please… Hmph.”
It was clear she felt fear.
She hadn’t realized that she deliberately didn’t clear up her relationship with Manager Jisung to Eunhyuk. Her failure to correct him resulted in him coming back to her like this, and she was haunted by her choices.
Her pleas didn’t seem to reach the ears of the man who had followed her here. His eyes were green, blinded by jealousy.
Eunhyuk stared down at Hyewon’s blurred, trembling face and pulled up her skirt.
Pulling down her stockings and underwear, he slid his hand over her unclothed p*ssy.
The sore spot twitched out of habit from the touch of Eunhyuk’s hand.
“You’re the one who told me I could spread you open wherever and whenever I wanted.”
A grace period of one week. If she had known he would use it in such an obsc*ne way, she wouldn’t have made the mistake of going to him.
“Bu-but, there’s people outside.”
She stuttered.
She had a few drinks, and the karaoke made her throat sore, so she poured herself some more beer.
“You’re still so w*t, you.”
As she sobered up, she didn’t know if it was a dream or if it was real. The sensation of a hand between her spread legs, as if she were having s*x, was pleasurable.
It was as if she took some kind of aphr*disiac and swallowed it, and now she wanted him to thrust his c*ck into her.
Even in this ridiculous situation, she orgasmed with his hand between her legs. Every touch of his made it impossible for her to not go crazy,
Hyewon reached back and tried to hold onto the wall, but quickly slipped down.
She couldn’t push him away, even though he was about to do this to her in such a dangerous place.
She softly moaned under Cha Eunhyuk’s touch. Her heart raced as he approached her, and her mouth fell open.
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop with your mouth.”
His jaw clenched as he gave her the harsh warning, and though she glared at him, she couldn’t resist him.
“You’re dripping like this.”
Her body spasmed.
Sticky juices oozed from the hole that he had probed with his fingers.
“Hmph, no. That, stop… Please.”
Her drunken vision blurred.
She anxiously begged him to stop on instinct.
Instead, he taunted her, laying another finger on top of the other, pounding away at her hole, threatening to tear her apart.
Eunhyuk grabbed Hyewon’s throat like he was strangling her, sucking and pulling on her swollen lips like he wanted to swallow them.
“Ah, there. You keep touching it, so… mmmm.”
“Is that all my fault?”
“Hah, ah!”
“Are you okay with everyone outside hearing?”
“Ah, hah, hah.”
The org*sm that had crawled up from her toes now felt like it was coursing through her entire body, consuming her.
Eunhyuk grabbed Hyewon’s inner thighs and spread them apart.
“You shouldn’t be the only one having fun, Hyewon. We’re just getting started.”
Hyewon’s lips and chin trembled with excitement, barely able to hear the voice whispering in her ear.
In the next room, the sound of a familiar song rang out, and then…
He began to rub his c*ck against her soaked cl*t.
“Hah, hah.”
Her heartbeat rapidly increased at an abnormal rate, feeling as though she was about to burst.
Eunhyuk pushed his c*ck straight into her w*t c*nt.
“Stop… Please, Cha Eunhyuk. Ugh, F*ck, you trash…”
Her mind was foggy and blurry.
The sensation of a deep, painful stabbing overcame her and she felt like she would be split in half. Her mind slowly returned to sobriety.
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