IOTF Ch 10
by soapa“Throbbing, huh?”
“Ahh! You fucking bastard!”
“If you keep thrashing, it’ll close up what I’ve opened. That okay with you?”
The boss slapped the inside of my thigh with his big palm as if to say stay still if you don’t know, then gripped it tight. Startled by his strength, I glared up at him, and he grinned wickedly, squeezing my calf with the same hand he’d used to hit me.
“I’m gonna eat you up from your toes to your earlobes, so wait for it.”
Soon, I felt something hard forcing its way in. The pressure made my eyes roll back, driving me insane. I’d figured someday I’d end up doing this with the boss, but I didn’t think it’d be today.
I didn’t want it to happen like this, at least. I’d hoped it’d be rational, something I could chalk up as a normal first experience. But it was all a mess. The unbearable floral wallpaper I’d seen when I first came here filled my vision, and a dust-caked vent whirred above. The cheap psychedelic lights mixed with the hot stench of a man’s body odor. His crazed voice calling out “Sunjung-ah—” as he shoved his dick in, horny as hell.
The shackles of reality piercing my pupils were so miserable I wanted to just lose my mind.
“Haa, Sunjung-ah, why’re you so tight?”
“Ugh—! Ugh—!”
With a deep thrust, he reached out and pulled me into his arms. My body, skewered on his massive cock, was already his—frozen like prey that could only move at his will.
“Ah, it hurts!”
“Don’t say it hurts—think about taking it well. You’ve done it before, you know how it turns into mind-blowing pleasure in the end.”
No, it doesn’t. This wouldn’t turn into mind-blowing pleasure—it’d just leave me a ruined hole. The only one getting off was him, and I’d be the one fucked to pieces.
I sobbed and screamed. At my cries, he stopped moving and looked down at me.
His dark gaze and fiercely raised eyes. Those lust-glazed pupils frowned as if asking why I was holding back.
“Can’t even spread it?”
“Fuc… I can’t… I can’t do it.”
“Your pussy’s already taking it like it’s loving it.”
He slowly looked down, thrusting as if to show me how much he’d taken. The fiery pillar lodged in my hole jabbed insistently, carving a path through the widest stretch.
“It’s gonna tear!”
“I’m trying not to let it tear. Like this.”
He slid his cock in stages. Starting with the tip, he pushed deeper, letting my insides cling to the soft skin. He tapped lightly, then harder, exhaling a “Hoo—” while gently rubbing around the stretched hole, soaking it with his precum.
“Ahh!”
Feeling every bit of it was humiliating. I thrashed, throwing whatever I could grab. Almost everything had already fallen to the floor, so all I could reach were grapes and fruit that’d escaped the plate, and some parsley used for decoration.
“Fucking temper tantrum.”
“Pull it out!”
“This just makes it harder for you, you know?”
The more I struggled, the tighter it clenched. Having a weapon-like thing shoved into a place never exposed before, there was no way it’d stay intact. With a pop, I felt something burst. I jolted upright, only to be blocked by his hand.
“Tear!!”
“Cute little fucker.”
“I heard it tear…!!”
“No, it didn’t. If even a drop of blood comes out, you can cut my dick off with your own hands. I’ll let you slice it off without a fuss.”
He lifted my briefs from under me.
“It was this tearing.”
Relieved by his confirmation, I tilted my head back unconsciously. With my legs spread wide, exposing my throat, his voice came through.
“Fucking hot, our Sunjung.”
“…”
“Born with both a pussy and a mouth made for this. How can you clamp down so deliciously?”
He rolled his hips slowly. As if he was loving it, he gritted out a “Fuck—” and suddenly grabbed my balls tight.
“Ahh, don’t do this…!”
“Looking so damn hot, why’d you only show up now? Huh? How much did you fuck around with other bitches? Fuck!”
Something pissed him off, and he squeezed my balls harder, starting to thrust in earnest. Like he was heated up, he shook his ripped abs, making my vision blur and the stretched hole feel like it was wearing away.
“Haa—!”
A deep, wet moan burst out. His cock stabbed inside, sticking to my walls, crushing my guts, searing and mashing them. It plunged deep, relentless, and as my body twitched like I was seizing, he got even more excited, eyes flashing like a demon as he pounded away.
“Ah, fuck… Lee Soyoon.”
Then he called my name. Unable to hold back, he hugged me like he’d break me, thrusting even harder. With each stab, my insides boiled. It felt like my guts were twisting into the shape of his tip. His precum soaked into my membranes, and a strong urge hit me like I’d spill something out.
“Gonna, die, ahh!”
I clawed at his arm. My eyes were rolling back, my lungs about to burst. An unknown vibration ran up my spine, and I kept trying to push back the intense sensation spreading between my legs.
“Save! Save!”
“Driving me crazy.”
Realizing my state, he lifted my waist entirely. Aroused, he propped one knee on the table and pounded away. Each time his fully engorged cock went wild, it felt like a sharp skewer piercing my ass up to my throat.
“Ah! Ah! Boss!”
“Sunjung-ah, feels good?”
“Save me!”
“Nah, you’re loving it, leaking all over.”
“Ah! Ah!”
Under the glass table, the sound of flesh rubbing mixed with pooling wetness made a strange noise. My hole was overflowing with his precum, and beyond the pain, I couldn’t steady myself against the shivers.
Then he stopped thrusting and slowly pulled out. Thinking it was over, he suddenly lifted me, shifted positions, and put me on the sofa. The sudden move from the glass table brought an inexplicable chill.
“Stop it now!”
“I haven’t come yet. Sunjung, you gotta come with me.”
“Please, ugh! Boss!”
He hugged me tight with his big hands. I wondered why he moved me to the sofa—my lips were turning blue from the creeping cold. Even amidst this heated mingling, my body, aware of the one-sidedness, trembled.
“Cold…”
“It’s an orgasm. From your back hole.”
I wanted to deny it, but my body wouldn’t listen. As if proving him right, when his grotesque cock touched my ass crack, goosebumps rose, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“Good boy.”
He suddenly cooed at me. Then he rubbed my pale thighs with his hot hands, slid back into the hole stretched to fit his cock, and started moving again.
“Ahh!”
“Hoo, fuck.”
Unlike before, he thrust with more focus on my orgasm. Pounding fast, he covered me with his big body and thick limbs, as if to keep me from being too exposed to the air. Held in his warm—no, scorching—embrace, I was being drilled when a flash-like sensation struck my whole body.
“…!!”
I couldn’t even scream. Clinging to his shoulders, I trembled violently. He stopped thrusting, looked down, and said,
“Sunjung-ah, did you come?”
I couldn’t hear what he said. The strange, disgusting sensation made my guts clench. Feeling his forearm-sized cock fully inside, it was like everything pent up in me poured out.
“Coming this hard on your first fuck, what’re you gonna do?”
He laughed and pressed his lips to my forehead. Then, as if struck by a thought, he kissed my cheek with a smack. Liking that impulsive act, he kept kissing my body—making smacking sounds, licking my cheek with his long tongue, tasting my wounds like a dog.
His expression turned odd as he licked me all over like a bastard. He stopped devouring me relentlessly and stared at me. His eyes glowed with a quiet light.
It was eerie. For a moment, we just looked at each other without words. One guy with his dick up, the other with it stuffed in his hole. Inside, something like love juice dripped, and his coarse pubes, soaked in who-knows-what, bubbled with white foam.
“You’re like a lunatic.”
“Who?”
“You… boss.”
I wanted to cry, even though I wasn’t the crazy one. My chest tightened as he showered me with spit. He twisted his head and pressed his lips to mine. His huge tongue forced its way in, ravaging my wounded mouth. I shook my head at the rough kiss that made breathing hard, but my tongue, pinned by his, had nowhere to go.
“Haa! Haa! Fuck! Seriously!”
Our lips parted, and I gasped, cursing him. He didn’t care, diving back in, making filthy noises as he messed around.
“Don’t, don’t… ugh!”
Meanwhile, his cock filling my hole grew even bigger. As he sloppily sucked my tongue and lips, my eyes widened. The wounds in my mouth reopened, tasting of iron. I thrashed and pushed him, and he felt it too, pulling back and calling my name.
“Lee Soyoon.”
Saliva mixed with my blood dripped from his lips.
“Wanna get seriously fucked up?”
“…”
“If it’s you, I could take it seriously.”
His gaze was chilling—ferocious, dark, and obsessive beyond anything I’d seen from him before. I shook my head. He stared at me, then smirked. Muttering “Sunjung-ah” to himself, he yanked me close and started thrusting again.
“Haa, fucking bitch.”
“Ah! Ahh! It hurts! Stop!”
His cock now boldly pounded my hole. Spreading my legs wide, he slammed in, making wet slapping sounds. My half-hard dick flopped around, and he rubbed his soaked pubes into my ass crack even more blatantly, like it turned him on to death.
“What’s so bad that you keep pulling away? Huh?”
“Ahh! S-stop!”
“Can’t you see you’re driving me insane?”
The relentless stabbing in one spot made my body quake with pleasure. My mind went blank, and I grabbed my dick, jerking it. Watching his veined abs and the white-foamed pubes below, I masturbated. Soon, a heart-stopping, body-awakening pleasure surged up.
“Ahh!!”
With a burning sensation in my hole, an orgasm hit. It felt like my toes were being cut, my knees sliced, and my lungs stabbed. Realizing this intense, unfamiliar sensation came from his cock, the depravity drove me madder.
Lost in this first-time filthy act, I frantically stroked my tip and arched my back. As my receiving hole twitched, he grabbed my pelvis and pounded obsessively.
“Ahh! Ahh! I’m gonna die! Ah!”
“Haa. Fucking bitch!”
His breathing turned ragged too. Our joined parts were a river. Unable to hold back, I tilted my head toward the ceiling when the room door opened. Even in this chaos, my eyes darted to the sound, and he blocked me, saying,
“Fucking killer sex today, right, Sunjung-ah?”
At his words, the manager who’d started to enter paled and left. The door shut again, and he growled, still thrusting.
“Anyone interrupting’s dead meat.”
It wasn’t just scary—it was insane. As if he knew, he stabbed the deepest part of my hole, driving me mercilessly. His thick, iron-hard thighs burned. Beyond my flickering vision, my last shred of self burst out with my cum.
“Ahhh!!”
Semen shot from my tip, splattering his chest. My eyes rolled back as I trembled. Against the creepy floral wallpaper, he watched me, laughing silently.
It was the same smile I’d seen under the utility pole that first time.
As I half-passed out from exhaustion, he pulled out and came on my face. Panting, he sucked my lips at will, bit my neck, and held me for a while.
Some time passed like that. I think he called Kalbang before leaving the room, but I don’t remember. All I recall is the smell of cum and his distinct scent as he held me, and the glaring jaguar tattoo on his arm.
When I came to, he was fucking me again. Fainting and waking, I’d hear his grunting, faint again, and wake to this again.
“Haa. Hoo.”
He spread my legs wide. Holding both ankles, he thrust, staring down at our joined parts. He even laughed, liking the cum-mixed precum sliding down my ass. He pounded rhythmically with wet slaps, then suddenly pulled out and shoved his face between my legs.
“…!!”
He wedged his sharp nose between my hole and balls. Rubbing and shaking it until the cartilage crushed, he sniffed, unsatisfied, then shoved his tongue in, sucking loudly.
“Sweet.”
“…”
“Wanna cum on my face?”
His stomach was something else. Unlike his looks, he’d suck anything from my hole, rub it on his face, and sniff it. My mouth and ears were no exception—he flipped me over, staring at the hole stretched to his cock’s shape, spouting nonsense.
At some point, I cried; at others, I gave up. Cushions and pillows lay scattered meaninglessly, and the floor was soaked with our cum and precum, some dried into stains.
“Get up. I’ll suck your dick.”
He insisted on putting my cock in his mouth. Dragged to the cushioned sofa by his hand, I thought.
The spark. What the hell was it?
What about me made him go this far?
Was it when I refused to suck “Kalbang’s dick”? Or when I sat on his thigh in the sauna? Or when he handed me over to the yakuza like a cheap whore?
Whatever it was, I didn’t know his mind. I just stared at his forearm. Tracing the tattoo on his hand up to his arm, I checked. The thick arm and hand that’d ravaged my hole had no marks. The other side, I’d checked earlier, was clean too.
Fuck. A guy not even on drugs fucking like this?
This relentless stamina was impossible without being a junkie. I’d seen some wild guys, but never one as insatiable as him.
“Fuck. If he were a druggie, I’d get it. What the hell…”
“Haaht!”
He bit my tip hard with his lips. Even without teeth, the pain made me jerk my head up, and he raised his thick brows, annoyed.
“Not focusing?”
How much focus did he want?
I’d already burned through a year’s worth of focus and cum. I’d shot so much my body felt drained dry, yet he urged me on, still biting my shaft.
“Please, stop now…”
“What, bored?”
Boredom aside, I felt like I’d die of exhaustion. In 24 hours, there wasn’t a moment he wasn’t inside me. Like a madman, even after cumming, he stayed in, carried me to the bathroom with his dick still in, scraped out the cum with his hand, then took me to the bed and kept going.
He fed me water with his mouth like it was natural. Only when I complained of hunger did he briefly let me eat.
He didn’t eat himself. I couldn’t fathom how he produced that much cum with such stamina. Watching him devour my share of the ribs soup from room service, he stared at my lips, not the food. Like he was jealous, the moment the last rib disappeared, he pulled me in and kissed me. Despite the mess and smell, he sucked the saltiness from my mouth.
He was obsessed with sex with a man. Wondering when this obsession would end, cum burst from my tip. Now just clear fluid, he lapped it up with his tongue, sucking my tip clean as if praising me.
“Boss…”
Drained from the last shot, I let my arm dangle off the sofa, staring at the chandelier.
“I’m hungry.”
Only then did he raise his eyes.
“Let me eat something. You’re really too much.”
At least he didn’t make me eat his cum. He didn’t shoot on my face—just my hole and ass.
“Need protein?”
“…I want food. Rice.”
Emphasizing rice, his manly lips curved, and he lifted me up. This time, without sticking his dick in, he took me to the bathroom, washed me, and scrubbed himself with soap suds.
“I’ll feed you something good, so let’s eat out.”
Relief hit. Thinking it was finally over, my legs felt weak. Plus, he said something good—I wanted to eat till I burst.
After washing, he picked my clothes. From the countless ones he’d bought, he chose a baby pink sweatshirt. Pairing it with raw denim and white sneakers, he wore his usual flashy patterned shirt and black pants.
Today’s shirt had red roses and a gold lion’s face. The geometric tangle was the pinnacle of gaudiness and luxury. It sounded absurd, but it was true.
On his smug face and toned body, it oozed untouchable decadence. Yes, decadence. He was decadent—stirring the greed and lust hidden deep in humans, scattering morality and immorality.
He showed me sex with a man was no big deal, proving with his body how thrilling and exhilarating that filth could be.
“What, want me to dress you?”
I looked away and put on the clothes he’d set out. Drying my hair roughly and applying lotion, he leaned against the wall, watching me crookedly and spoke.
“Who’re you trying to look good for?”
I’d only put it on because moisturizing wounds was essential. The scar on my cheek from his sucking bothered me, so I’d taken extra care, but he was already frowning.
“I’m just doing what the hospital said…”
“Looks like makeup.”
“I don’t wear makeup.”
“Not even for customers?”
“No, I don’t. It’s stifling and doesn’t suit me.”
I’d tried it once, but it felt too fake, so I quit. Early on, I used some BB cream, but even that got annoying, so I went bare-faced.
“Come here.”
I set down the moisturizer and approached. Frowning as my still-damp hair poked my eyes, he lifted my bangs and ran his hand over my eyebrows.
“I wondered this when I first saw you—who do these eyebrows look like?”
They were soft, curved seagull brows. These brows were why I’d been called pretty growing up. Unlike the sharp, intense brows of most men, mine curved gently at the ends, almost like they’d been drawn that way.
“…I don’t know.”
“How don’t you know? If they’re not your dad’s, they’re your mom’s.”
Maybe. It was so simple I answered without thinking.
“Then my mom’s, I guess.”
“Not curious?”
He traced my brows with his finger as he asked.
“About what?”
“Your mom. You said she dumped you at a hangover soup place.”
I smirked.
“I’m past the age to care about that. She abandoned me, and with a dad like mine, I never wanted to find her.”
Even if I did, I couldn’t, and even if I found her, she wouldn’t come back. According to my dad, she was from a well-off family, a piano major at a prestigious college. They met by chance on a drama set, dated, and had me.
He said it wasn’t real love—just a bitch who ditched her kid and ran—so he never bothered looking.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. So let’s go eat. I’m really hungry.”
I didn’t want to talk about parents. Just thinking of my dad made me claustrophobic, so I started to leave, and he followed slowly from behind.
Leaving the room, we headed for the elevator. I wanted to go outside, but he took me to the hotel restaurant. Well-dressed guests filled the tables in a decent ambiance.
Seeing the menu, I ordered a sirloin steak and trout salad. He got the same and added wine.
I devoured the pre-meal bread, slathering it with truffle butter, and he smirked, asking,
“When’d you stop whining about your mouth tearing? You’re eating fine now.”
It wasn’t whining. Well, more like, as he sucked the blood pooling from my reopened mouth, I worried it’d all rot away.
“You sucked too hard. I was scared it’d get worse.”
“If it does, I’ll take responsibility. A little thrush won’t make me ditch you. Mix your tongue with your lower mouth, and it’s fine.”
My stomach turned. Recalling him licking my hole and eating it made my appetite drop momentarily, but then the salad and seafood platter arrived. Seeing raw abalone, salmon, and cocktail shrimp in the center, my mouth watered.
I grabbed the salmon without a glance at him. It was so good I forgot the sushi from days ago.
“Anyone’d think I starved you.”
I stuffed salmon and turban shell in my mouth, chewing while answering with my eyes.
You did starve me. One bowl of ribs soup, then nothing till now.
He ordered more and sipped his wine. When the steak came, he finally picked up his knife and fork. The steak was juicy and tender—damn good for a hotel restaurant catering to tourists.
Come to think of it, every place he took me to eat was tasty. Even the sushi he ordered as a snack, and the madeleine from the café street—all good. He didn’t care much for food himself, but he fed me well.
“So why’d you pick Sunjung?”
“…”
“Were you always called that?”
The sudden question caught me mid-dip into the rich steak sauce.
“No, not really.”
Thinking back, it was nothing special. It just stuck out.
“When I got off at Yeonsan Terminal, I saw a sticker. It said ‘Sunjung Ilsu,’ and it just stayed in my head, so I asked to be called that.”
The cramped, rough terminal screamed old-fashioned. The shiny floor and grimy plastic waiting chairs were plastered with stickers.
Stunned by the shabby scene, one sticker caught my eye—‘Sunjung Ilsu’ in black on pink. Something was written below, but I don’t recall. A white Sonata picked me up, took me to Queens, and I told the manager to call me Sunjung.
“What’d they call you in Seoul?”
“Daldal.”
“Jerk-off?”
At the blunt term, I dunked my meat into the sauce instead of answering.
“They called me Daldal because my singing voice is sweet.”
“Oh, you do sing well.”
A rare compliment—then I recalled the room. Right after the song, he’d yanked me down, pinning me to the sofa, glaring like he’d kill me. Wondering why, I almost asked when—
“Aren’t you Boss Joo Geonwoo?”
A strange voice made me turn. A man I’d never seen stood there.
“Hard to catch you in broad daylight, but here you are.”
He was pretty handsome. A gray three-piece suit and slicked-back hair gave off a lawyer vibe.
“Been well?”
Only then did the boss turn his head. His face was expressionless.
“I heard all about what went down at Gimulpo Port. Gi Baekil handled it real well. Chopped those kids’ wrists so clean, they say it took three sand trucks to clean up.”
The man offered his hand, but instead of taking it, the boss leaned back slowly in his chair.
“Our Baekil’s good at his job. Sharp eye too—cut just enough for three trucks. You saw it, you know. Your brother was in that pile.”
The man’s smile vanished. Venom seeped out as if revealing a hidden face, but the boss continued unfazed.
“Why act like you heard it secondhand when you saw it? You dug your brother’s wrist out of the sand yourself.”
Something was off. I unconsciously swallowed, eyeing the knife in his hand. The blade, just cutting steak, glistened with red juices.
“Fucking someone else’s girl once and now you think people are dogshit, huh, Boss Joo?”
“She was yours?”
The blatant mockery made the man grit his teeth. Then the boss grinned, as if it just clicked.
“Oh, now I get it. She stormed my office, stripped naked, and threw herself at me—I wondered why. Turns out Boss Kim’s dick’s such dogshit, that’s why she clung to me.”
“…”
“After sucking dogshit, tasting my cock must’ve been a whole new world, so she hung on.”
My heart pounded with unease. Other guests, sensing the tension, started slipping out of their seats.
“You’re crossing a line.”
“Gonna keep crossing it.”
Unlike the paling man, the boss stayed nonchalant. Anyone could see he was treating the guy like trash, looking at him like an untouchable.
Then the pale man’s gaze landed on me. He glared fiercely, spotting my neck peeking from my shirt, and suddenly scowled hard.
“Got it. Getting heated over a woman happens. My brother’s wrist getting chopped—I’ll call it fate and patch it up. Buy me a drink sometime. And Shinyeong Holdings—I’ve worked with them long-term. Even if you’ve started dealing with them, Boss Joo, they’ll keep working with me, so let’s keep it civil.”
Shinyeong Holdings—the place Kalbang mentioned at the meat joint. The boss had dropped me at the hotel that day to handle it. Come to think of it, when he called me back, he was counting cash too big for a bag. He’d said more money came in than planned—did it come from Shinyeong Holdings?
And was that money supposed to go to this guy?
“Yeah, looked like you and Kim go way back. That deputy bastard’s cheap haggling’s so shitty and low-class, I’m planning to fuck him up my way.”
The man’s face darkened again at the boss’s words. Veins bulged on his clenched fist.
“I’ll cook him up just right, so don’t bother sniffing around—get lost. Blood ties with Shinyeong or not, once it’s in my hands, it’ll suit my taste. Don’t overstep.”
“…”
“What, need me to bring up your dad too? Wanna get your feelings hurt?”
At the mention of his father, the man raised his fist, unable to take it. The lawyer-like guy turned into a thug in an instant. But the boss just smirked, like it was all bullshit, and said,
“You know this is my turf, right?”
“Did I look like I came here alone?”
“Well said. You’re right—you should’ve come here alone.”
The boss didn’t even glance back, but he noticed the burly guys, who seemed to be the man’s crew, starting to file in. The surroundings grew noisy, teetering on chaotic. The waiters pressed themselves flat against the walls as if to protect themselves, and though the restaurant manager rushed to stop the intruders, it was no use.
“You shouldn’t have talked to me. Look at my kid’s face.”
The attention turned to innocent me. The boss stretched out his hand and rubbed around my lips, as if genuinely upset on my behalf.
“If my kid gets sick from this, you gonna take responsibility?”
“…”
“He was already whining about being hungry, and I was soothing him gently. Then you butted in, huh?”
The boss clicked his tongue with a “tch.” Then, out of nowhere, he punched the standing man. It happened so fast there was no time to react. As the tall man staggered, the boss grabbed his hair in one swift move and slammed his head onto the white table with a bang—!
“Ugh!”
“I said Baekil does a good job, didn’t I? Just wait a bit. I’ll bury the whole building Cheonkwang put up for you.”
The boss shoved the man’s head into the steak plate he’d been eating from. The table shook with a clatter, and the knife happened to fall right in front of me.
“I know your third brother’s got your back. It’ll reach the old man’s ears soon enough, so we’ll talk again then.”
Once more, the boss slammed the man’s face into the plate—bang, bang. The steak sauce mixed with blood gushing from his nose, creating a chillingly grotesque sight. The man’s muffled scream— “Uuuugh!”—echoed as the boss turned to the man’s goons.
“Your boss is getting wrecked—gonna just stand there? Not gonna jump in?”
The goons didn’t budge. Only then did I realize why they couldn’t move. The boss held the man by the hair, his neck completely exposed and defenseless. One wrong move, and a stab to the throat could kill him instantly.
“Boss Kim, is it okay for your boys to just stand there?”
“Fuc… let… go, you bastard.”
“What’s got you so heated again? Didn’t expect this?”
As expected, the boss picked up the knife that had fallen in front of me. Playing with it lightly in his hand, he stabbed downward. Shocked by the unfamiliar act, I covered my mouth, but his hand stopped just in front of the man’s eyeball.
“Dumbass. Tailing me just because things went south with Shinyeong.”
My heart felt like it stopped beating. The man, sprawled out, froze in shock too.
“That’s why you’re only worth this much.”
Instead of gouging his eye, the boss tapped the man’s cheek with the knife—tap, tap.
“You thought teaming up with the third brother would get you somewhere? The money he’s handed me alone is worth your life. Even if you poured every penny you made from your loan sharking into it, it wouldn’t be enough. And if you keep acting cocky relying on him, I’ll make a point of collecting all his cash. From who?”
The boss tossed the knife aside with a thud.
“You.”
“…”
“I’ll collect it all from you, Boss Kim.”
The man, head buried in the meat plate, lifted his eyes. As the boss wiped his hands with a white napkin, the man’s ragged voice rang out.
“So that’s why you knifed my brother?”
“You thought I wouldn’t? It’s plain as day you’re cozying up to the third brother—leaving that alone would make me an idiot.”
“…”
“Everyone in Yeonsan knows the third and youngest of Joo Gicheol’s five sons hate each other the most. You think I’d let that slide? No matter how much I switch trades and roam at night, my temper’s the same. So stay like this till I leave. I’ll snap a photo and send it—frame it nice or whatever.”
As he finished, Kalbang strolled in casually. He and the boss chatted like it was nothing, then he called me.
“Sunjung-ah, you freaked out?”
With a gesture to come over, I stood up, still frozen. Seeing me like that, the boss grinned and pulled me close to his side.
“Clean this up and refund the guests who left earlier.”
“Yes, boss.”
At his command, the manager shouted back. The boss draped his arm over my shoulder and walked out of the restaurant. His arm pressing down on me felt heavy, like a steel beam. The look in the man’s eyes, stuck in that plate, wouldn’t leave my mind, and I really felt like I might get sick.
The boss sent me up to the hotel room.
I went in quietly and didn’t move. Watching news and dramas on the big TV got old, so I forced myself to sleep. But it was only 9 p.m.—no way I’d fall asleep. When I was hurt, staying in the hotel felt comforting, but now that I’d healed, it was suffocating.
He still hadn’t given me my phone or let me get a new one. I stared blankly at the ceiling, then got up. I grabbed my debit card from my bag and slipped on some random shoes. It’s just the convenience store on the first floor—not far—so I opened the door, only to freeze. Jang Woosung and some unfamiliar big guy were guarding it. They’d even set up two chairs and jumped up, startled, asking,
“Hyungnim, where you headed?”
Seeing Jang Woosung react instantly made me sigh. The big guy straightened up too, like they thought I was about to bolt.
“…How long have you been here?”
“Oh, not long.”
Not long, my ass. It’d been over six hours since I came back to the room. Thinking they’d been standing guard the whole time made me feel trapped.
“I wanna smoke. I’m just going to the convenience store downstairs.”
“Convenience store? I’ll go for you. What kind of cigarettes you want?”
I shut the hotel door with a thud and stepped into the hall. Ignoring their attempts to stop me, I took a step toward the elevator, and Woosung clung to me, saying,
“Can’t I go instead? There’s a big group of tourists downstairs right now. The lobby’s loud, and with foreigners around, it might be…”
“You don’t see my shoes half-on? I’m just going down and coming right back.”
“Yeah, hyungnim. But, uh, it’s a bit messy down there… So if you just tell me…”
“Ugh, forget it.”
Annoyed, I pulled back the step I’d taken. Realizing I didn’t have a key as I reached for the door, the big guy swiped his card with a beep and opened it. Holding it open with his hand, he said,
“If you need anything, just say it. I’ll handle whatever.”
His thick dialect grated on me. I mumbled a cigarette brand and asked for a convenience store beer. Back in the room, frustration boiled up. I hated being moved by someone else’s will instead of my own—especially when it was the boss.
Even thinking about why he’d do this pissed me off, so I took the beer and cigarettes Jang Woosung handed me. I meant to light up first but cracked the beer tab instead. He’d thoughtfully included some snacks, but I wasn’t in the mood to chew on squid.
I chugged the beer back-to-back and crawled into bed. Closing my eyes, the man’s face from earlier flashed up, followed by the boss slicing a yakuza’s throat. The moment blood sprayed like a fountain, me covered in gore, demanding an apology from the boss, and all the sex with him tangled up, choking me.
Struggling to breathe, I threw off my clothes. With my limp dick dangling, I stumbled into the bathroom. About to turn on the shower, I noticed the feverish flush covering my body. My chest, neck, and nipples were darkly stained, and my crotch was a total mess.
That guy called Boss Kim must’ve seen these deep marks on my neck. Not just him—everyone passing by probably did too. Jang Woosung saw them, and that big bastard next to him did too.
Humiliation bloomed alongside depression. Unable to hate myself, I cursed the boss inwardly and scrubbed my body raw.
I heard the door open in the early morning. Too groggy to gauge the time, I cracked my eyes and saw a dark silhouette. Moving slowly under the mood lighting, it was familiar. He undressed, opened the closet, took something out, and went into the bathroom.
I quietly slipped off the bed and approached his discarded clothes. They smelled of sea breeze and dirt, mixed with cigarette smoke and women’s perfume. I examined the front of his pants closely. Checking the belt for signs of sex, it was frustratingly clean.
Crouching, I inspected his clothes, then returned to bed. In the dim room with only the mood lights on, it felt unusually large when a click sounded.
It was him coming out. I shut my eyes quick. But he didn’t come to bed right away. I heard him step on his clothes, and after a moment, his voice came.
“I made sure it reached the old man’s ears, so hyungnim, get ready to ship the sister-in-law out. It’ll look better if you both leave together.”
My ears perked up unconsciously. “Hyungnim” likely meant his blood kin. But his voice cut off there. Thinking the call ended, I heard it faintly from a distance— “I’ll make sure the councilor who took Boss Kim’s money can’t get nominated this election,” and “So take the nice offer and leave together.”
I recalled something he’d said.
“I run Joo Oh Finance as a side gig. There’s no one in Yeonsan doing business without my cash—I’m that guy. About three years ago, I took over some nightclubs and room salons in Namgu-dong. This hotel’s mine, and so’s the resort past Byeoldari Bridge. That’s roughly how I’ve lived.”
His sudden self-introduction—I hadn’t listened closely. But something had bugged me: “I run Joo Oh Finance as a side gig.”
I pondered again, catching his sporadic words.
What’s his real job?
The stacks of cash in the barbershop backroom, the three-story Queens building, multiple nightclubs and room salons in Namgu-dong. This hotel was his too, and with all the side stuff, he was richer than most high-society patrons I knew—politician’s wife level.
Then he finished his call, and footsteps sounded. I heard him shed his robe. Soon, I felt him climb onto the bed. As he got closer, the same shampoo and body wash scent as mine wafted over, feeling odd. On the big bed, he stared at me. I could picture his expression—water dripping from his handsome face.
That good-looking face with jewel-like eyes. His lips probably curled up, and if I opened my eyes, he’d say in that deep voice,
“Fucking pretty, huh.”
…Not a single guess was off. He’d always said that right before I fell asleep, looking at my face.
“Wanna smell your pussy.”
…That I didn’t expect.
“Waking you up would just make you bitch again.”
Only then did I catch the faint smell of alcohol.
Suddenly, his thick hand tapped my chest. I thought he’d grab my pecs roughly, but he just patted—tap, tap. He kept patting like he was soothing me. My pupils quivered under closed lids. Soon, his breathing sounded.
I didn’t open my eyes because I’d fallen fast asleep too.
When I woke, he was gone. Only traces of him sleeping remained. Getting off the bed, I saw his clothes from early morning were gone too.
I scanned the empty hotel room. Wondering if I could go out alone today, I figured someone’d be at the door again, so I crawled back into bed. Hours passed like that. No sign of him opening the door.
Did he come in at dawn, make a call, sleep a few hours, and leave?
Then a knock—tap, tap. I got up, opened the door, and faced the boss in a flashy shirt pushing a cart.
“Sunjung-ah, you’re up?”
He was bringing breakfast himself. Watching him, I rubbed my bedhead belatedly.
“Gotta eat breakfast.”
“Where’d you go, boss?”
At my question, he grinned. Opening the lids on the soup and rice bowls himself, he gestured me over.
“Went to make this. For our Sunjung to eat.”
What a half-assed lie. He told me to sit right next to him, not across. Today’s shirt had a gold sun god face with two cheetahs guarding below. The blue-gold combo suited him, and with a thick gold bracelet, he looked like a textbook gangster.
His face was more Versace model or actor, but recalling him smashing that guy yesterday, he was just a thug.
“Slept well?”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Where should we go today?”
His tone was casual and calm. Eating the sticky rice he handed me, I asked something else.
“Yesterday… you okay?”
“With what?”
“That… Boss Kim guy…”
He looked at my chewing mouth, then suddenly pressed his lips to mine. Shoving his tongue in while I ate, he tangled it with the sticky rice, sloppily stealing it all without letting any go down my throat.
“What the hell!”
“Today’s sticky rice came out good. Glad I told them to change the chef.”
Sly and sleazy. He was telling me to mind my own business about what he does. He’d made me open his safe and explained the secret codes in his ledger, yet now he acted like he didn’t want yesterday mentioned, tangling his tongue with mine again.
With a delicious breakfast in front of me, he lifted me onto his lap. Gasping from the relentless kisses, I tried to push him off, but he sucked my lips with a loud “smack—” and groped my ass.
“Just having your pussy’d be enough, but your mouth tastes even better.”
I nearly slapped his grinning face. Even so, I didn’t want to hear that word first thing in the morning. As I turned my head away, he kept me on his lap and blatantly started thrusting his hips.
“I don’t usually like morning fucks, but with you, Sunjung, I might need to start the day with one.”
“…”
“Waking up to you all soft, and why do you smell so good?”
The good smell was coming from him. I just reeked of the musky stench guys give off.
Still, he liked something about it and buried his nose in my collarbone. He kept thrusting, his hard-on poking my ass insistently.
“Ha, don’t do that.”
“What’d I do that you’re telling me not to?”
“The soup… it’s getting cold.”
I pointed with my eyes at the steaming beef broth. I thought he’d let go like he did with the ribs soup.
“Oh? Should I feed it to you with my mouth?”
He grabbed the soup bowl and dumped rice into it. About to scoop it into his mouth after mashing it, I panicked and stopped him.
“Ha! I’ll eat it myself!”
“You will?”
I nodded vigorously. He undid his belt and zipper. Pulling out his swollen cock, it slapped against his stomach with a “thwack—” veins bulging.
His dick in the morning light was grosser than at night. I didn’t want to gauge its thick, dark red girth, and seeing the dripping tip and bushy pubes already made me feel the day was ruined.
I took off my elastic pants and dropped my briefs to the floor. I didn’t want to do this in front of food, but this filthy pervert wouldn’t listen to me.
“Fuck, you know how much I wanted it yesterday?”
“Mm… haa.”
“I almost woke you up to do it but held back. Good, right?”
He fingered my rear. Rubbing his wet tip against it a few times, he saw my hole start to give and spread my cheeks wide.
“Sunjung-ah, you’re my baby.”
I scowled as his cock pierced me. Even he grunted roughly at first, finding it tough. Still, he couldn’t stop the nonsense, pointing at my half-hard dick.
“Your back hole’s so soft, like a baby’s.”
“Ahh…”
“Guess I’ll live thinking of you as my kid instead of having one.”
Crazy. With a cock like that, he’d live fine without popping out kids. The moment he got bored of me, he’d be off screwing other bitches.
“Looking close, you’re just like a baby. Hoo.”
“Haa!”
His cock slid in deep. After all we’d done, my hole took him without issue, and he thrust a couple times like he knew it well, then started pounding.
“Ahh!”
“Fuck, look at it clench. One day off, and it welcomes me like this?”
Even I was embarrassed by how well we synced—wet slaps without lube, his shaft sticking to my insides, jabbing and slamming, my body twitching in pleasure.
“Haa, why’s it so good?”
Unable to hold back, he lifted me up. Pushing the chair aside, he set me on the edge of the eight-person dining table. Moving with his cock still in me, my insides churned wildly. Its huge girth twisted and stabbed, and as I screamed, he grinned and kissed me while thrusting.
“Ahh! Ahh! It hurts!”
“Your insides are loving it, Sunjung-ah.”
“No! It hurts! Hurts!”
“Bullshit, you’re clenching my dick like you’re in heaven.”
He folded my legs in half. With my thighs in an M-shape, he pounded relentlessly. The feeling of being hammered lasted a moment before precum leaked from my hard tip. Held tight, my dick rubbed against his abs, getting crushed.
“Ahh—!! Boss!”
“Huh? You just called me?”
Liking that, he thrust harder—thump, thump, thump. The rapid pace wasn’t enough—he drove me insane. My mind blanked, hips bucking on their own. Sex with him didn’t hurt anymore. Enduring that initial raw pain led to a mind-blowing rush. Swallowing his piercing cock, I turned into a wild beast, matching his sloppy rhythm, gripping and jerking my own dick lewdly.
“Haa!!”
“Say ‘Joo Geonwoo.’”
“Haa!! I’m going crazy!”
“I said say ‘Geonwoo,’ Sunjung-ah?”
He straightened up, grabbed my pelvis, and pounded. His face as he slammed my hole was filthy hot. Like he knew no abstinence, he flicked his red tongue, his tight abs and forearms flexing, showing he was endlessly horny for me.
“Huh? I said call me Geonwoo. Not listening, my baby.”
The word “baby” sent shivers down my spine. Trembling, I shot my load. He chuckled, smearing my cum with his hand, licking it off his palm.
“They say even your kid’s shit ain’t dirty—guess it’s true.”
“…Haa… don’t eat it…”
“Everything from your body’s tasty, Sunjung. Sweet.”
Sunjung-ah, Soyoon-ah, baby. His flirting was still lame and tacky. As bad as that floral wallpaper I hated—low-class and cheap. Yet I responded like a worn-out slut, meeting his eyes, jerking my spent dick again.
“Want more? Wanna cum again?”
“…One more… haa… fuck me more.”
His movement stopped. Panting and stroking myself, I blinked at him.
“Ha, seriously.”
He brushed back his messy hair, incredulous. Then his eyes flashed, and he grabbed my pelvis, slamming down hard— “Agh!”—it felt like my hole tore with a burning sting.
“My baby can’t say no to anything.”
“Ahh!!”
“Fuck, you like this?”
My guts felt full. His firm balls pressed at my hole’s edge, and not content with rooting deep, his cock swelled inside, stabbing the deepest spot.
“Ahhhh!!”
I could only writhe helplessly. Like a skewered log, sparks flew, toes curling.
“Ahhh! So good!”
Stars burst before my eyes. Like an anal-obsessed freak, I clenched and released, urging him on. I got why women loved deep thrusts—now I knew.
It was fucking amazing. My skull cracked open, my body a pit of ecstasy. Burning hot, like I was ablaze, my lust exploded, cum spraying.
“Haa. Sunjung-ah, good?”
“Ahhhh!”
“See, I told you. Sex always ends great. Never met a bitch who didn’t like it with me. Though you’re beyond compare to them.”
He too drowned in pleasure, pounding away. Liquid dripped from my hole, splattering under the table. I kept spilling—cum or whatever—and as he bit my nipples and sucked, I grabbed his head, thrashing it hard in delight.
“Haa! So good!”
“Wow, our Sunjung’s seducing me nonstop today.”
“Ahh! Boss!”
“I can’t live without you, Sunjung. What do I do?”
Another burst—splat. He kept thrusting, hitting that spot. My spit and thick moans filled the air. Lost in sex with me, he slammed like he’d shove his balls in too—thump, thump, thump.
“Ahh!!”
“Fucking bitch!”
He yanked me close. My upper body lifted off the table into his arms. I felt him pour cum inside me. Hearing his heaving breaths and rough groans, I gazed at the morning sunlight streaming through the hotel window.
Gush, gush—he kept shooting hot loads into my guts. The slick cum seeping in, I went limp, staring at the sparkling sea under the sun.
Trembling in his embrace, he sought my lips. He mumbled something, slurring. But the overwhelming shock of feeling it from behind made my eyes droop shut. His cock pulsed inside, finishing with two final thrusts.
With a smack, he said something again.
I shut my ears completely and didn’t listen.