The Breakup Between You and Me - Episode 9

Episode 9

I laid in my sloppy bed, breathing heavily. The third round of cumming had come to an end the end.

Her bottom was burning and aching, every part of her throbbing where he’d been biting and s*cking, and she couldn’t move freely, but he’d made it through the second, and then the third, and it felt like his soul had gone away with him.  

She wondered how she’d ever endured it; she’d never imagined a man could be so  exquisite.

If I’d known then, I would have been skeptical of his ten-night offer, but on the first night, I realized how silly I’d been to assume he’d only do it 10 times for a hundred million dollars.  

I also knew how terrifying his thing was because I’d never had it in before, and I understood why.

I raised my hand and pressed down on my tummy, feeling a hole in it.  When he got out of the shower, he sat on the bed, and I could feel his gaze on me, but I didn’t care to cover up my n*kedness.

To block his vision, I crossed my legs slightly apart. My stomach grumbled as he drew the blankets up to my shoulders.

He must have heard it.

“I’m…hungry,” I said, pausing.    

I stretched muscles that hadn’t been used in hours of animalistic s*x. I was hungry. He looked at me, then stood up and walked away.

I closed my eyes and remembered I needed to go home, so I got out of bed, but I couldn’t stay this way, so I went to the bathroom.

I’m not sure how many times I stopped on the short walk. My muscles were acceptable, but my bottom hurt like it had been stripped n*ked.  I did. All that s*cking and biting.  

I shook my head and entered the restroom.  I was in the bathroom for quite some time. I couldn’t wash my br*ast or bottom because they hurt too much. It wasn’t a real animal.  

I sighed and wiped myself, then my gaze was drawn to the shower robe. It was a tad huge, but I thought it was better than wearing underwear with a p*ssy that felt ripped out.

 I went out of the restroom, robe on, to find him waiting at the doorway.    

“…….”

My face was still flushed with embarrassment as I sat down and picked up the spoon. He was sitting across from me, his gaze unwavering. The awkwardness was palpable, but my hunger was even more so. I pushed aside my discomfort and began eating the rice voraciously.

We ate in silence, the only sound in the room being the clinking of utensils against the plates. It felt surreal, sharing a meal with him after the intense moments we had just experienced. But the hunger in my stomach took precedence over everything else.

I tried to concentrate on my food, but his presence was impossible to ignore. The silence between us was heavy, and I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. He appeared so composed, engrossed in whatever he was doing on his tablet. The contrast between his calm exterior and the passionate intensity of our previous encounter left me in a whirlwind of emotions.

My appetite returned, and I focused on finishing my meal. It seemed like a good idea to put some food in my stomach after what we had just done. Once I had eaten, I set my empty plate aside and sighed in satisfaction. My craving had been quenched, at least for the moment.

He looked up from his tablet, his gaze locking onto me. His expression was unreadable, and I suddenly felt self-conscious under his scrutiny. The shower robe he wore only added to the allure, emphasizing the contrast between his formal attire and the intimacy of this moment.

As I discreetly looked through the partially opened robe, I became aware of a growing sensation within me, prompting me to subtly cross my legs. I’m not typically one to consume a lot of food, often being described as someone with a small appetite.

Perhaps it’s due to my increased physical activity lately, but I found it hard to believe that the rice could be this delicious. In a short amount of time, I managed to finish a bowl.

“Would you like more?” the offer was extended.

“No, thank you,” I replied. Even though I could have eaten more, I declined, fearing the attention I was receiving.

“Leave it, no need to clean up,” the generous gesture was made.

I reached for my plate with the intention of putting it away, but he halted my movement. It dawned on me that his attention was fixated on the parting of my shower robe, prompting me to swiftly adjust its position.

His gaze remained fixed on me, and he rose from his seat with deliberation. I swallowed, my throat feeling parched, even though I had recently consumed a full glass of water.

I inclined my head to meet his gaze, puzzled by the unexpected dryness of my mouth.

“Umph!”

I moaned as he cupped my br*asts with his fingers inside my robe. It hurt so much every time he cupped my br*asts. It was also very hot down there.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear as I drew my legs together.    

“What’s wrong, are you cumming again?”

“Oh, no.”  

“Really?”

He gently raised me and I sat at the table.    

“You need to lose some weight.”    

I watched him remove his robe with trepidation. He bent his head and looked me in the eyes. His lips were hovering over my n*pple as he muttered in hushed tones.    

“What did you say you did, huh?”

“Ugh…….”

As he talks, his hot breath brushes against my n*pple. I violently shake my head.    

“Stand up straight and pretend you didn’t.”

He licked her erect n*pples with his tongue. Her legs tingle as her juices stream from her heated p*ssy. His large hands, grasping my thighs, don’t miss it.    

“You’re not wearing underwear, are you?”

He asks, his hand cupped around my as$. His tongue is still gliding around my br*asts.    

“Oh, I got sore from wearing them……..”

“Really?”

He ducked his head and spread her legs wide.    

“Yeah. Red. Very red.”

“Ewww. Don’t look.”  

“Why?”

When I looked down at him, a trickle of fluids flowed from my v*g*na. Her face turned very crimson.    

“Boo, shame… Ugh!”

I couldn’t finish because his tongue was l*cking my labia. Boo.

His tongue wrapped itself around her swollen p*ssy.    

“I’ve done dirtier things, are you ashamed? Your p*ssy is so swollen, swallowing c*ck like that.”

She bit her lower lip, knowing who all of this was for. She bit her lower lip.  He rose up, grabbing her thighs and dragging his hard c*ck out of his robe.

Before I realized he wasn’t wearing underwear, his glans bumped across my clit.    

“Mmm… hmm.”    

My bottom constricted; this was not in my power. My bottom clenched at the mere touch of his c*ck as a result of f*cking like an animal.

I must have done exactly as he instructed, swallowing his c*ck whole.    

“Look. Your p*ssy is going crazy for it.”

“……No, dude, …. Hmph.”

“Don’t get me confused.”

“I don’t know what… Ugh!”

The p*nis entering felt like it had been wrapped three times and was bigger than the first. I remember sitting in the office restroom and overhearing my coworkers discussing their lovers without realizing I was there.  

She’d passed out from tiredness after two sessions, and 10 minutes was a long time. How could he keep going for so long without tiring and collapsing?

She went deeper as he leaned back and gazed at his p*nis getting devoured. As he feels his organ shrink, he grabs his robe and slides it down.  A painfully sluggish reciprocation.    

“Mmm… hmm. I lay down on the table and covered my face with my hands, feeling even more embarrassed in the light, my waist tightening and tightening, and my bottom tightening and tightening.”  

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.

The strange sound sent chills down my spine; was I going to break the table? I worried, then smiled, and suddenly he raised my body.    

“Hold on.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, frightened of falling. He carried me across the room with his hands firmly on my hips.

He forces me to lie down on the bed and grabs a condom from the table drawer next to the bed.

He bit the shell of the condom with his teeth as she sat between his knees.  She swallowed forcefully.  He instantly attempted to enter after putting the condom on his p*nis, so our fourth f*ck began in earnest.    

** * * * ** * * *

 It was 4 a.m. when I awoke. I sneaked out of the room like a stray cat after watching him sleep comfortably alongside me.  My entire body hurt, but I couldn’t sleep next to him because I couldn’t get used to his embrace.

 Even though it’s early morning, an unpleasant heat is coursing through my body. As I strolled through the garden, I beat my fists on my back.  

There was no such beast.  In bed, he was a ruthless beast with no mercy.

Once more, my heart raced with excitement. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I hailed a taxi. Upon arriving at the high school, exhaustion overcame me, and I collapsed on the bed. I neglected to eat, avoided washing up, and simply drifted into slumber, resembling a lifeless body.

How much time had elapsed? When I finally opened my eyes, darkness enveloped the room. I had dozed off at dawn, and now it was pitch black. I couldn’t gauge how many hours I had been asleep.

A peculiar sensation washed over me. I felt feverish, though I didn’t exhibit any other signs of illness. My throat seemed as though it was being torn apart.

Summoning the strength to rise, I stumbled to get some lukewarm water, and an involuntary gag escaped my lips. I sipped the water and anxiously checked my phone, but there was no message from him.

A bitter feeling welled up within me. Then, I shook my head. I shook my head once more. Why am I harboring expectations when this is just a contractual arrangement? I need to call Miho. With a flick of my hand, I pushed back my disheveled hair and dialed her number.

“Why,” came her response, dripping with coldness, indicating her genuine anger.

“Have you eaten?” I asked, attempting to steer the conversation in a more neutral direction.

“I’m inquiring about the time and my meal,” she retorted icily.

“…Are you upset?”

-“See me on Saturday, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

After the call, I hung up the phone and returned to bed. I should have had a meal, but my appetite was nonexistent. She’s up to her old tricks again. I drew the covers over my face. The fever appeared to be intensifying. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for having upset Miho.

* * * * * * * *

“Does he know?” Miho inquired.

I hesitated, then replied, “Know what?”

“Why you broke up,” she clarified.

“No,” I admitted. “I haven’t told him, and I don’t intend to.”

“Why?” Miho pressed for an explanation.

With Miho by my side, I entered the coffee shop, the air heavy with the promise of a scorching summer. I placed an order for an iced Americano, which offered some relief from the heat.

Miho crunched on the ice with her molars and squinted her eyes as she contemplated.

“Nothing changes,” she finally remarked. “I just want him to be happy.”

“Just being able to be around him like this, I’m content,” I confessed, using my hand to wipe away a stray droplet from my cup. Miho let out a prolonged sigh. “I’ll leave when my contract is up anyway, but until then, I want to be by his side, even if it’s driven by greed.”

I gazed at Miho, offering a sad smile. Drip. Tears began to flow. I concealed my face with my hands to mask my tears. I slouched on the table and wept quietly.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. You know I made you cry!” Miho comforted me.

“…I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I mumbled through my tears, expressing my remorse.

I continued to apologize to Miho, who was growing increasingly concerned. It was unclear whether I was apologizing to her or to him. I cried in that manner for an extended period.

“Let’s go home. You’re going to collapse, and you can’t even get a good night’s rest at the high school,” Miho urged.

I remained silent.

“It’s sweltering, and there’s no air conditioning,” she added.

I felt a profound sense of gratitude for Miho, as well as concern for him.

“Go home, get some rest, and come tomorrow. I’ll prepare a meal for you,” Miho offered.

“Thank you, Miho. Thank you so much,” I responded with heartfelt appreciation.

“Ugh! You’re the reason I’m really!” Miho’s words trailed off, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Observing her swollen eyes, I impulsively gave her a firm slap on the head.

* * * * * * *

I trudged uphill, my pace slowed by the heaviness in my stomach.

“Ugh, I’m full,” I muttered, reflecting on how they had insisted I eat three meals before letting me leave. My hands felt weighed down, a consequence of being dragged to the department store to receive a suit as a job present.

The sky above was dark and windless, hinting at the possibility of rain. I detested the humidity. The high school loomed in the distance, its imposing windows causing my chest to constrict with anxiety.

With each step, I fidgeted with my phone, growing increasingly uneasy as I realized I hadn’t received any communication from him. He hadn’t provided me with details about when he would leave for work or where we were supposed to meet.

I tried to maintain a façade of nonchalance, but the anxiety was gnawing at me relentlessly. Even with the 100 million won he had given me, I still needed to work.

There were my father’s medical bills, debts, and the cost of daily living – that was the reality of life without money. It was a life of pursuing money rather than dreams.

I had dreams once, too. Ever since I was a child, I aspired to be an arborist, and when my home was destroyed, I longed for a job involving flowers.

Even though I had left those dreams behind in the pursuit of financial stability, there was still a glimmer of hope that I could someday own a flower shop. My eyes mirrored the darkness and dampness of the overcast sky, reflecting my somber emotions.

The low prices at the old, rundown high school draw in numerous people. As I make my way down the tenement hallway, I find it hard to acclimate to the pervasive musty odor that irritates my nose.

“Is that the guy next door?” someone inquired.

“Hello,” I replied, my response carrying a touch of hesitation.

Every day, the guy next door masturbates to porn. It’s late at night, and my shoulders are rigid with tension. He doesn’t appear to have been drinking, yet his eyes are strangely watery.

I felt as though I were in my own isolated world. His gaze felt malevolent, causing my hand to tremble as I turned the doorknob. Rather than continuing on my path, I hastily retreated into the room, discovering him standing there, fixated on my back as I wrestled with the door.

The door was locked, but I was aware of its vulnerability. If I attempted to force it open, the frail door would likely splinter apart.

Fortunately, his footsteps gradually receded into the distance, allowing me to finally catch my breath. I retrieved my suit from the shopping bag, straightened it out, and changed into something more comfortable.

I couldn’t shake off the memory of the look in his eyes and the goosebumps that had risen on my arms. A part of me was irked. Glancing at the door, I reclined on my bed, contemplating whether I should initiate contact with him.

Struggling with my phone, I sent a text to Miho, informing her that I had arrived home safely and had changed into my suit. A sudden thud made me leap out of bed as I heard someone attempting to open the door.

My hand holding the phone trembled with fear.

“Who is it?” I inquired, but there was no response. My face took on a pensive expression as I gripped the doorknob and jiggled it. I contemplated whether I should scream to alert the other occupants of the room, but then my mind went blank.

I reached for my cellphone and dialed a number.

“I… I need…” I began to say, but I was interrupted as he answered the call.

“Open the door,” he demanded.

“Is that…?” I questioned, my voice trembling.

The individual outside forcefully rattled the door, creating a moment of confusion. It became apparent that the person was asking, “Bar, are you outside?”

I hesitated, contemplating whether I should break down the door. But instead, I cautiously opened it. The instant I caught sight of his face through the doorway, my shoulders slumped in astonishment. He promptly swung the door wide open and entered.

He was clad in a suit, as if he had been working over the weekend. I remained frozen in disbelief as he swiftly surveyed the room, his expression tinged with irritation.

“Why… why are you here?” I stammered, observing that he appeared somewhat fatigued, standing in the center of the room with his head slightly tilted, not offering a response.

“Packing,” he replied curtly.

“Is that…?” I began to ask, but he cut me off with a firm command.

“Pack your things.”

His intense anger was palpable, and the coldness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if my toes had been severed.

“I don’t want to,” I replied, hesitating to comply.

His dark eyebrows quivered with annoyance at my refusal.

“Do you think I’m here to ask your permission?” he retorted, his expression unyielding.

“Let’s talk outside,” I suggested, meeting his icy gaze. He yanked his tie down roughly, but paradoxically, I felt a strange sense of pride that he was revealing this emotion to me.

There was no reason for pride. He bit his lip, his malevolent black eyes glistening. The question of why she had called him instead of contacting Miho left me perplexed.

“Why are you here?” I wondered aloud, feeling that he was out of place, perched on the bed like someone who had been instructed to come and converse but wasn’t listening.

He was a man who didn’t belong in a setting that was so modest, worn, and old that it seemed on the verge of crumbling—a man who could potentially purchase the entire high school with just what he had on.

Seeing a man of his stature seated on a rickety bed was like a sharp thorn in my eye.

“Let’s step outside and talk,” I proposed, as the pungent smell of mold grew even more pronounced, likely due to the impending rain. I pondered whether he was here for work the next day, but my heart fluttered upon realizing he had come.

It wasn’t a pleasant shiver but rather a heart-wrenching one. As I sat up in bed, I could sense his eyes on me, scrutinizing me from head to toe.

My legs quivered in response to the resemblance between his gaze and the intense stare I had experienced earlier on the bed.

However, as always, his expression remained inscrutable. Suddenly, he rose and advanced toward me. In the confined space of the small room, his lengthy strides covered the distance in just two steps.

I instinctively took a step backward, but he swiftly seized my wrist, causing me to look up at him with eyes quivering in trepidation.

“Come out,” he ordered.

I grasped his arm, attempting to pull him away, but it was evident from the very beginning that the strength differential was substantial.

“Oh, my clothes!” I exclaimed, realizing that the garments I needed to pack were left behind in the room.

I made an effort to retrieve the clothes that Miho had purchased for my first day of work, but he pulled me along as if I had already wasted enough time.

When we arrived at his house, any lingering anger I had felt for being dragged along had dissipated, and I quickly resigned myself to the situation. I remained as still as if I had been placed in the middle of a vast living room that I couldn’t even see into.

“Wait a minute,” I finally requested.

‘He’s here for a second night. He vanished to the second floor to resume work. He’s the president of the Royal Group, after all, but how much work could he possibly have?’ I wondered.

Having experienced this once before, the wait didn’t feel as agonizing this time. I reclined on the couch, slowly growing accustomed to this place. I shouldn’t have grown accustomed to him, just as I shouldn’t have grown accustomed to every aspect of his life.

We were destined to part ways when the contract came to an end—never to cross paths again, never to hear from each other again.

“By the way, you shouldn’t have pushed me as hard today as you did the first time. My body is still aching all over,” I mentioned.

After a considerable time on the second floor, he descended. It was already afternoon by the time he appeared to freshen up. Upon spotting me emerging from the kitchen after quenching my thirst, he settled on the couch and crossed his legs, signaling for me to approach.

“It’s past 12,” I pointed out.

He seemed to be playfully insinuating that our activity should commence at noon. I glanced at him, and he raised one corner of his mouth in a smirk, but it was accompanied by a “but.”

“Today is my first day at work…” I began.

“What’s that?” he interrupted.

“If you’re tired…” I continued.

“What the hell, it doesn’t matter, does it?” he interjected dismissively.

The hand on my a$$ is scorching. A hand crept up my skirt. Already, my legs are trembling. His hand travels up my n*ked leg and rests on my buttocks, his palm cupping my buttocks.    

“Mmm… hmm.”

I’m getting used to his house, but I’m not used to his touch. The obvious rubbing of his fingers on my hipbone makes me blush.    

“You look good in a skirt,”

He begs me to put one on, even though I can’t bear the thought of taking it off. He slapped his wings in half, pulling his panties aside.    

“What did you do to get so wet?”

“……Hmm.”

“Did you pee?”

“…No, dude……. Hmph.”

“Then what is this,”

I asked, then turned aside, unable to take the sight of his dripping wet palm. He sneers as she wipes the fluids from her thighs.    

“I was going to untie you, but you don’t need to.”    

I felt like I was going insane from embarrassment.    

“You know what, your p*ssy heats up a lot.”

I shook my head, but he tugged on my arm as if I didn’t need an answer to begin with. As I was placed onto his lap, I blushed. He looked at my face as if he found it amusing.

Something more greater awaiting me when I averted my gaze. When he lifted my skirt, his huge p*nis throbbed as if it was about to penetrate me.  

His eyes flew like reeds in the breeze.  He pulled off my T-shirt and pressed his lips against my collarbone.

He removed my bra to reveal my bouncing br*ast. Her br*ast bounced up and down dangerously.    

“Sit down.”

“Is that ……?”

“Sit down.”    

My eyes widened in fear. Her skirt were rolled up, and he was rubbing the shaft on my v*g*na. My loins shook beneath the strain, as if they were about to swallow his c*ck if I let go.    

“You want me to sit down?”

“I can’t…….”

I leaned on his shoulder, bracing my legs against him, his p*nis sliding in and out like it was about to pierce her. When she screamed out in fear of her new position, he didn’t back down.    

“You sit up yourself.”

“Shit, no…….”

“You won’t cum if I do,”

He check to see whether she’s okay by running his hands down my spine.  

“Ugh.”

I eventually relaxed my legs and sat down. No, I sat down and stood up again halfway through. In irritation, he tightened his grip on my waist.    

“You’re too deep.”    

My bottom felt like it was going to rip. I’d taken so many pictures of him recently, and he was still so large, thick, and lengthy.

 Nonetheless, I buried my face in his neck, my bottom clenching in anticipation.

“Ugh… s*ck.”    

As he placed his arms around my waist and pulled me down, I let out a dying whimper. I buried my face in his neck and moaned, unable to escape.

As he lifted and dropped, his hips moved to the music.  His penetration was so deep that I thought his c*ck would pop out.

“Ah, pah……. Hmph!”

I attempted a faint protest, shaking my head, but the more I did, the further he shoved his hips into me. As his p*nis poked deep within, I put my palms firmly against my stomach.

I could feel him all in my hand. As his entire body rammed into mine, he let out a deep groan.  I allowed myself to return to the couch.  

He seized my legs and swung them over his shoulders as he peered into my wet eyes. I stare at my legs, which are helplessly wrapped over his shoulders, before shifting my eyes to his face.

This is when I understand that this position is probably as dangerous as it appears.

Puck, puck, puck, puck, puck!

Violently, and absolutely unable to think. No, violently wasn’t even close to describing it, and she yelled out, pinned beneath him and powerless to stop him.  

She was afraid she’d sink beneath him in a violent f*ck unlike any he’d ever had. It felt like it was penetrating her organs and going down her throat.

She gagged, unable to utter the word deep. He appeared unusually hurried. I wanted to see more of his expressionless face during s*x, but my whole body was shaking and I couldn’t get a decent look.

I accepted him with clinched teeth.  My body, unlike my head, cried from the pleasure he was giving me, and I felt a scorching sensation on my stomach as I floated away from his abruptly withdrawn p*nis.

IAt first, I had no idea what it was. I lowered my head, dumbfounded, and after a while, I realized it was semen, my cheeks reddening to the point of blush.  

My nose was pricked by the fishy odor. He was usually wearing a condom.  I watched him with concern as he breathed heavily but did not let it out of her body.

I had so many questions for him, but as usual, I kept my mouth shut. I felt a cold pass through my body when he stood up.

I sat up after following him and realized I hadn’t even taken down my skirt. The skirt had been soaked by the dripping sperm.  I let out a quick gasp.

I take some tissues from the table next to the couch and use them to clean the dirt off my clothes. Then he pulls my skirt down with his strong hand.

My skirt’s buttons rip and fall to the floor. He smiles as I look at him.    

“It’s dirty anyway, so what’s the point? Throw it away.”

I bite my lower lip and move away.    

“Huh? Huh? Put me down!”

He stomps away after picking me up too lightly. We’re n*ked and slick from sweating earlier, and I cling to him, afraid I’ll fall. The smell of his sweat and the faint, yet familiar scent of his perfume makes my heart race. 

He pushed open the door and put me on the floor. He grips me around the waist when my legs give out and I stumble.    

“Wear this to work.”

“……a.”    

The dresser was stuffed full of clothes. To be specific, women’s clothing. Not only clothes, but also shoes and bags. I looked at him, startled. Her eyes moved slightly.    

“What are you looking at? Are you impressed?”

He lifts me by the shoulders while I stand still, unable to respond.    

“I didn’t buy this to impress you, so don’t make that face.”

I sway. I’m dizzy, but I’m not sure if it’s my thinking or the world that’s making me dizzy. He says it’s no big thing, but I cringe. The tip of his nose is wet.  

He carries me to my room, places me on the bed, and then I crawl on top of him. I lock my gaze on him.

“It’s hard…….”

I see his p*nis nodding at the sky and realize that if I keep doing this, I’m going to pass out at work or something.    

“Do you think your p*ssy feels that way?”

He spreads her legs wide and stretches her labia apart with his fingers.    

“Mmmm.”

“Your p*ssy is drooling, please, put it in me, I’m doing it.”

“I’ll say that, heh. Don’t.”  

“Why? I only tell the truth.”    

He thrusts into her hole, very slowly, with her fluids on his fingertips, while looking at her face. I’m keeping an eye on your expression. As his fingers plunged inside, my gaze narrowed.  

I tried not to feel it, but my back arched as soon as his fingertips touched the top of my inner wall.  He was purposefully poking me there.    

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hmph!”

“You’re chewing like you’re going to break my thin fingers.”    

As he sneered and murmured in my ear, I closed my eyes, unable to see him.    

“You want to eat c*ck?”

“Mmm…hmm!”

He chews on my earlobe before swallowing.    

“You have to say it, or I’ll f*ck you.”

The inner wall imprisoned his fingers with each swiftly flip of my wrist till my stomach ached. He twisted his wrist and slapped the entire lining when he felt my v*g*nal walls pinch his two fingers like he was wringing out a load of laundry.  

Her lower belly shook. Her juices spilled out as his hand circled back and forth.    

“Please…….”

“What?”

“Hmmm. Please…….”    

As he thrusts my clit into my urethral canal, I’m already half out of my mind. I’d like him to put it in me right now. My bottom is empty, but I continue to cum. My fluids gush out every time he jerks off.    

“Beg me to put a c*ck in you.”    

I violently shake my head.    

“Then I’ll put it in.”

“Come on, give me the answer I’m looking for.” He gently glides his glans into and out of my v*g*na. My v*ginal walls tense uncomfortably in anticipation of biting into him.

“Hate?”

“Ugh!”

“Ugh!”

I was perplexed as to what happened to me. I felt sick to my stomach when I heard those harsh words. I’m not sure how I’ve survived for so long.

S*x had gotten far more casual than it had previously been, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how rough it had become.  

“Please, put it in me,”

He pushed his c*ck far within me with a satisfied grin on his face, she finally murmured. My inner fortifications clawed at his.

He licked the areola in circles, painfully biting down on the flesh. It should have hurt, but something unusual surged above the pain.  

As he s*cks on my wounded n*pple, I hold his face close to mine.  I didn’t want him to see me about to cry.

His hips pushed in further, marking every inch of my br*asts. The room was filled with the lusty noises of moaning and flesh slapping.

He straightened his upper body as I dropped my arms. He shivers, his face flushed with delight. He wraps his arms around my legs and thrusts once more.  

His movements are so violent that they could rupture her womb.  Her fingers clutched at the blankets, turning them white. My entire body fell as if struck by lightning.

My nerves were all down there. The p*nis, rapidly thrusting in and out, gets quicker and faster, never slowing down.

“Ugh,”

He gasped and stopped thrusting, sinking in a sea of ecstasy.  I opened my closed eyes, hoping it was finally finished, but he simply took a breather before shoving his hips forward as far as he could.

 He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. When he saw them, his eyes grew cold.    

“Don’t cry,”

His hard breath splattered over my face as he spoke.    

“It’s disgusting, so don’t cry in front of me.”

I bit the flesh on the inside of my cheek so hard that it bled. I tried not to cry when I opened my eyes wide.  

half of me wanted him to stop hating me, but another half wanted him to hate me even more. I wrapped my arms over his back.

I buried my face in his chest when he paused for a time, his c*ck throbbing hard. To prevent from crying, I gritted my teeth as hard as I could.  

Blinked. Blinked.  

I battled to get out of bed till the sun came up.  I sat up, looking at the sleeping face near me. It’s no surprise I felt exhausted after all that.

“Ugh………… This hurts.”

My entire body ached as I moved my legs to stand up. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get to work today. He must have switched off the alarm that I had set.

That, or the alarm went off and I didn’t notice.  And I stayed at his home.  Crazy. How did I miss it until the next morning?

This is the crux of the matter. The s*x went till morning, and I don’t remember what happened after that. I simply passed out.

“Ugh… hmm.”

She stroked her br*asts vigorously, thinking she was sleeping.    

“Don’t.”  

“Why? It’s not even been a day yet.”

“It hurts, it hurts!”

I pulled away, but he grabbed my waist, straddled my back, and squeezed my legs together, his c*ck sliding between my thighs.    

“Just this once,”

“You definitely had done it multiple times yesterday” she said. He didn’t appear to mind at all. He seems to be relieved to be seen. A flaming pillar moves back and forth between my thighs.

It’s not s*x, but it’s a strange sensation. It sends chills down my spine.  I feel the glans appear and fade between my thighs as I bend over to get away.  

The pole brushes against my clit and entrance as it goes back and forth. The p*nis grew covered with my fluids over time, making it easier to move. It was hard and hot, and I squirmed beneath it.

“I’ll put it in later.”

I clenched my eyes shut, knowing that this was not the end. His hips accelerated. To avoid making a sound, I clutched at the sheet. As he swayed his hips, his nails clawed at my n*pples, then he stopped, and my p*ssy heated up.  

The aroma of nightcap pricked my senses.    

“Get ready for work.”    

He then stood up and went to the restroom. He’s as cold as ever, yet she’s still burning between her legs. I stood up to wash my hands and murmured something about not being wounded.

Fluid ran down my legs in a stream I couldn’t identify as cum or love juice.   

* * * * * * *

“Stop right there,” I commanded.

“No, thanks,” he replied, refusing to heed my request. I didn’t want to disclose that I had been driving the boss’s car from my very first day on the job, but he disregarded the directive to halt and proceeded to drive into the building.

Recognizing that I couldn’t sway his decision, I promptly relinquished my efforts to disembark. It wasn’t until I entered the elevator that I comprehended why he had mentioned that I didn’t have to exit.

The elevator ascended directly to the president’s office, making it evident that it was designated for executives only. During the ride to the top floor, I repeatedly wiped my palms on my pants, feeling needlessly anxious.

“Secretary Shin, this is Ms. Cha Se Yeon, who’s beginning her employment today,” he introduced me to his secretary.

“Yes,” I acknowledged, and he proceeded directly into the president’s office.

“How are you? I heard about you,” greeted Secretary Shin, acknowledging my presence.

“Hello,” I replied.

Secretary Shin, who led the secretarial department, was someone I had encountered on a prior visit to this place for an errand. Two secretaries stood behind her.

“As I mentioned previously, this is Ms. Cha Se-yeon, who will be joining your team from today. Ms. Se-yeon?” I affirmed, confirming my readiness to begin work.

“This is Ms. Hong Jimin and Ms. Do Ha-young. You both have recently joined the company as well, so I hope you will collaborate and learn from one another,” Secretary Shin introduced.

The two of them regarded me with somewhat reserved expressions, and I recognized that their reactions were natural, considering they had begun their employment with the president on their first day. I offered an awkward smile and extended greetings to them, uncertain of how to approach me, the newcomer. Somehow, I had a premonition that my time at this company would entail a substantial workload.