IOTF Ch 22
by soapaWhen I returned, Jaehoon was holding his cards with a tense expression.
Kim Mijin tossed a few chips from her hefty pile onto the table, and Lee Sowon was back in the game.
“Fold. I can’t make anything.”
After she folded, Jaehoon glanced at Kim Mijin and threw down his cards.
“Fold for me too.”
With Jaehoon out, Boss Kim barked like a grumpy old man.
“What kind of game is this with such obvious collusion? What’s the point of even dealing the cards?”
Boss Kim flung his hand down, and Kim Mijin swept up the chips, giving him a sidelong glance.
“Why, are you getting scared because I keep winning? You’ve lost two apartments before, haven’t you, Boss Kim?”
Kim Mijin wasn’t your average woman. During her divorce, she’d not only taken everything she could from her husband but even the family burial ground. I figured she was tough, but I didn’t realize she was this ruthless.
“You think two apartments are all she’s taken? She probably took someone’s entire life.”
“Hey now, watch your mouth. Why would someone playing cards eat a person? The ones who devour people are a different breed altogether.”
Kim Mijin chuckled at Boss Kim’s words. The game continued with Boss Kim dealing. It wasn’t long before Lee Sowon called. She was the one raking in the money this round. She collected the chips while Jaehoon continued to fold. I wondered how long this would go on. The pot grew from six thousand to nine thousand.
Kim Mijin had said she wouldn’t spend more than 100 million won, and Lee Sowon had already won around 80 million. It was clear that Boss Kim was the one losing badly, and the man he’d brought along looked increasingly grim.
Finally, Boss Kim threw in the towel. He cursed under his breath and stood up. Kim Mijin’s red lips curled into a smirk.
“My, my, what do we have here? The great Boss Kim folding.”
“Don’t talk to me. I’m in a foul mood.”
Something felt off. The two women were happy to win, but it was strange for a professional player like Boss Kim to lose so easily. I was thinking that unless the women were professional card sharks, this shouldn’t be happening when I heard quick, heavy footsteps. The sound echoed down the hallway, and Kalbang and Jang Woosung burst through the door.
Their sudden appearance startled everyone. Then, the Boss’s low, slow voice filled the room.
“Boss Kim, are you leaving the table?”
“…Uh… uh….”
“You’re out of money. How did this happen?”
He seemed to grasp the situation, placing a hand on the back of Boss Kim’s chair. The slow, menacing gesture prompted Boss Kim to speak quickly.
“W-Well, the guests from Seoul are very good card players…”
“I see.”
The Boss turned to Kim Mijin and Lee Sowon, who were clutching their winnings.
“Did you win a lot? Were you satisfied with the game?”
“Well, thanks to you, we came to play and earned some pocket money. It’s a shame Boss Kim wasn’t a better player.”
Kim Mijin replied with a sneer. The Boss picked up a discarded card and held it under the light.
“I heard your ex-husband ran a gambling den. You seem to have learned a thing or two.”
The card he held under the yellow light was the ten of spades. I wondered why he was showing it when he suddenly pushed it towards her.
“You must have recognized this card while playing.”
As the woman’s eyes widened, the man Boss Kim had brought along started to get up.
“It’s clearly a marked card. I’m amazed you played it so well, as if you could see through the deck.”
Kim Mijin feigned ignorance.
“Marked? What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean, what am I talking about? It means you pretended to fall for Boss Kim’s scam while pocketing the money. You figured it out three rounds in and used that guy as bait.”
The “guy” the Boss pointed to was Jaehoon. Come to think of it, they had called Jaehoon in around the third round.
“Bait?”
“You pretended to go along with Boss Kim’s scam because you were still sore about losing your apartments. It’s all recorded here.”
The Boss pointed to a camera in the corner of the ceiling and then at our table. I followed his gaze to see a tiny device hidden under a cheap silver tray.
“What is all this? Me using bait and pretending? That means Boss Kim was cheating! Are you saying he scammed me?!”
Kim Mijin jumped up, glaring at Boss Kim. Jaehoon gasped, but the only person who remained calm was the man Boss Kim had brought with him. He stood up casually.
“You’re being awfully rude. What do you mean, scam?”
“What? You’re saying you guys were cheating with the cards!”
“I just came here because Boss Kim invited me to play a game. Geez.”
The man left the room with an annoyed expression. Kim Mijin yelled.
“Boss Kim! You tell me! What is the meaning of this?! What is the Boss talking about?!”
“You’re going to burst my eardrums.”
“Are you playing me?! Do you know what happens when you get caught cheating?!”
Kim Mijin’s eyes were bulging. Boss Kim, who had been groveling before the Boss, suddenly straightened up.
“Boss, please forgive me just this once. I just wanted to have a little fun with the Seoul folks. But as you can see, I lost everything. She took all my money. I’m the victim here! How could I have known she’d use my scam against me?”
Kim Mijin’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Lee Sowon finally seemed to understand what was happening and put down the chips she was holding.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure! You saw me lose, didn’t you? You saw her clean me out, didn’t you, Boss Joo?”
It was then that Jaehoon’s gaze, wide with bewilderment, snapped towards the Boss like a character in a horror movie. He flinched at the words “Boss Joo.” Our eyes barely met.
“L-Look at these crazy bastards! What are you doing?! You brought in innocent people and are trying to frame them! Hey! Should I call the cops? Should I call the cops?!”
“If you call the cops…” the Boss’s voice trailed off, and the woman abruptly shut her mouth.
“Are you so confident you have nothing to hide?”
“Wh-What…?”
“If you want the police, I’ll call them for you. But before that, let’s settle the score for the stunt you pulled in my establishment. Because by the looks of it, you’re the one who cleaned up.”
He wasn’t wrong. The chips were all piled up on the women’s side. Boss Kim and his friend hadn’t gotten a cent, and only the two women had been happily collecting chips.
“You were awfully aggressive for someone who just came to play. Like Boss Kim said, who would want to play when you’re so blatantly obvious about it?”
The Boss dropped his pretense of politeness, revealing his true nature. His sharp, fierce gaze was a signal, and Jang Woosung pushed the women aside and began counting the chips.
“Boss Kim’s money is seven thousand. Pro Park’s is four thousand five hundred. The rest belongs to these women, so it’s about four hundred and seventy million won.”
That meant the two women had spent around 350 million won in this game. Since Jaehoon’s money was also involved, Kim Mijin had likely put in two large bills, and Lee Sowon about one and a half.
“Are you crazy?! Do you know who I am?!”
Kim Mijin’s voice exploded. She kicked her chair, grabbed her phone, and yelled, “You bastards! I’ll kill you all!”
She furiously dialed a number, but the call didn’t go through. She cursed and tried again. After several attempts, she turned to Lee Sowon.
“Try calling. Jaehoon, you try too!”
“…Sister, there’s no signal.”
“Noona, I can’t get a signal either…”
A strange silence fell over the room. Everyone understood the situation now. Kim Mijin’s bravado had vanished, and Lee Sowon looked dazed.
“Why isn’t your phone working?”
“…You… I won’t let this go….”
“What are you going to do? Kill me?”
The Boss smirked, tapping the chair the woman had been sitting on with his long leg.
“Try it. Let’s see whose mouth gets ripped first, yours or the bitch you brought along.”
Lee Sowon collapsed at his words. My heart was pounding, and I could only imagine how terrified they must be. The Boss had deliberately lured these women into the game, using Boss Kim as a trap. Whether or not Boss Kim had actually cheated didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered now was whether the woman and Jaehoon would get out of this alive.
Suddenly, Lee Sowon jumped up and shouted, “Let me go! I’ll leave everything here, just please let me out! I just came along with my sister! Please, at least let me go!”
But the Boss had other ideas.
“You’re forgetting one thing.”
He pointed his chin at me.
“That pretty boy over there.”
“……”
“Why leave out the part about coming here to fuck him?”
“……!”
“If I hadn’t offered you some fun here, you would have taken him to a hotel. Why exclude that from the equation?”
Lee Sowon was speechless. When she realized her plan to pay off the debt with chips wouldn’t work, she pulled a checkbook from her purse.
“One… one thousand.”
“Who uses paper money in my establishment? And you said you’d give him two.”
How had he heard that? I’d been right next to the table with the beer bottles. With the CCTV, he must have heard everything.
“…I’ll send another. Please believe me. Just let us go!”
She pleaded tearfully. I was too stunned to speak. Jaehoon, who had been shrinking back, stepped in front of the Boss.
“Hello, Boss Joo. I’m Jaehoon. I apologize for not recognizing you sooner.”
Jaehoon bowed deeply, desperate to save himself.
“I… I’m truly sorry about Soyoon. I should have taken better care of her, and I feel terrible for neglecting her as an older brother. I was worried about her, especially after… well, after what happened recently. I would have come alone if I’d known she’d be with you, Boss Joo.”
Jaehoon was so scared he could barely speak. He rarely showed fear, but he was clearly terrified of Boss Joo, the youngest son of the Mujin clan.
“What difference would it have made if you’d come alone?”
“W-Well…”
The Boss tilted his head slightly, and Jaehoon blurted out, “I’m sorry, Boss. It was all my idea.”
“…….”
“I persuaded Soyoon. He suddenly got into some debt, so I suggested we target that woman.”
Lee Sowon looked up, tears streaming down her face.
“I told him we could clear his debt and go back to Seoul. I said that if he stayed with her and earned her favor, she might give him something… Ugh!”
Jaehoon went flying. It wasn’t the Boss who kicked him but Jang Woosung.
“What did you just say, you bastard?”
“Ugh… Sorry…”
“What about our Boss? You want to die, you little shit?”
Jang Woosung’s kick sent Jaehoon crashing against the wall. Normally, I would have intervened, but I knew the Boss’s temper and my place.
His words, “Just watch,” meant I shouldn’t interfere. I bit my lip as Jang Woosung dragged the bloodied Jaehoon back to the table and threw him onto it. Chips scattered everywhere, and the two women trembled.
Even the brazen Kim Mijin turned pale and looked away. The Boss forced Jaehoon’s mouth open and shoved a phone inside.
“What’s the point of dragging an innocent person into this? You sent him back to Yeonsan and now you’re treating him like a whore? Does that make me angry or not?”
The Boss raised his fist. If he punched Jaehoon while he was gagged with the phone, his jaw, face, and everything else would shatter.
“You knew what I was looking for when you lit that charcoal briquette. You knew why I was looking for Lee Soyoon. But you still persuaded him to run away to Seoul with you?”
The Boss wasn’t smiling. Under the yellow light, his eyes gleamed with a terrifying intensity.
“I was already planning to thank you for sending him back to Yeonsan, but you ruined it.”
“S… Sor… Ugh…”
“You should have come alone. Then I would have treated you well, entertained you, and praised you for taking care of my boy. Why did you cause this mess? Huh?”
The Boss grabbed Jaehoon’s hair. Just as he was about to bring his fist down on Jaehoon’s face, Kim Mijin’s trembling voice cried out, “Money!!”
The Boss paused. She fumbled with her handbag.
“I’ll leave all the money! I’ll give you everything, just please let Sowon and me go.”
Kim Mijin threw her entire wallet onto the table. Then she ripped off her gold bracelet and rings and tossed them down. The Boss scoffed.
“You think I’m a beggar?”
“……!!”
“I’m not someone who can be bought.”
He raised his fist again and struck with lightning speed. The women screamed.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Jaehoon didn’t make a sound. He lay still, as if unconscious.
“You know what happens when you try to cheat in my house. If you don’t, I’ll chop off your fingers and toes and deliver them to Seoul. So if you don’t want to become a cripple, recalculate.”
Kalbang forced the two women back into their chairs.
“We’ll waive the time charge and Boss Kim’s fee. But you have to pay for your little stunt. Four hundred million won per head. Double if you miss the deadline.”
“Four hundred… four hundred million won?”
“Why? Is the math different from your husband’s gambling den?”
“That’s not it, but four hundred million is too…”
The Boss slammed his fist on the table, scattering the chips.
“It’s different because this is Yeonsan. My territory.”
“……!”
“I’m the kind of guy who starts collecting organs once the payment is overdue. So cooperate, and you might just keep your limbs. Wouldn’t you agree?”
The two women nodded, clinging to their last chance of survival.
“Lee Soyoon, come here.”
Finally, the Boss called for me. My heart pounding, I walked towards him, trying my best to avoid looking at Jaehoon’s lifeless form. The Boss pulled me close.
“Did you have fun, my innocent Soyoon?”
I shook my head vigorously.
“That’s a shame. Should we start over from the beginning?”
“N-No!”
“Why not? These bitches think you’re a whore. Don’t you want to see them suffer more?”
No. I was done. I wanted to be anywhere but here.
“I’ve seen enough. I want to leave.”
My eyes pleaded with him. The Boss led me out of the room. I was worried about Jaehoon, but there was nothing I could do.
As we walked down the hallway, I noticed a sign I hadn’t seen before. A pink sign, oddly out of place in a gambling den.
<SUNJUNG House>
SUNJUNG House? Was this place called SUNJUNG House? Was it connected to the SUNJUNG Loans I saw at the bus terminal?
“Is this really your gambling den, sir?”
“No.”
“Then whose is it?”
“It belongs to the Boss of SUNJUNG Loans.”
Ah. It clicked. The Boss had mentioned knowing the Boss of SUNJUNG Loans.
“We’re close. My Soyoon borrowed the name without permission, so he has to pay a fee. It’s only fair.”
Fair… It seemed like a steep price. Too much for a name borrowed from a cheap host bar.
“I’ll get a cut. We can go somewhere fun with that money, Soyoon.”
I didn’t know if he was joking, but he’d said it wasn’t his gambling den. I was relieved it wasn’t another one of his businesses, on top of the porn.
“I’m not interested in gambling. The return is too small for the investment. I’d rather use that time to manage my boys and collect taxes from overseas clients.”
“……”
“So stop looking at me like I’m some kind of monster. I don’t touch gambling.”
The Boss said everyone had their specialty, and this wasn’t his. He assured me he wouldn’t gamble away his fortune. Baekil was waiting with the car.
I got into the sedan. It was completely dark now.
“Um…”
I hesitated, then spoke. The Boss looked at me against the darkening sky.
“I have a favor to ask. Please don’t misunderstand.”
He leaned back in his seat, eyes blinking.
“Go ahead.”
“It’s about Jaehoon. He’s not entirely a bad guy. He’s a con artist, but he has a conscience and follows a code. Before Marine City, I was in Samcheondong, and things were tough there. The madam was always on my back, and I was at my wit’s end.”
Back then, I was younger and less skilled, so I spent more than I earned. I often fought over TC discrepancies and even got into a physical altercation with the madam.
“When I moved to Marine, Jaehoon took care of me. He smoothed things over with the madams, taught me how to manage clients and collect payments. We went on choice dates together, built a client base, and things got easier. He introduced me to Park Jun, and we ended up sharing an apartment, but he always warned me to be careful. I stepped into Park Jun’s trap myself; it wasn’t Jaehoon’s fault.”
The Boss remained impassive as I confessed. Just recounting the experience made me tense.
“Why did she tell you that?”
“She said her boyfriend was cheating on her. Working as a host, you hear a lot of clients’ complaints, and infidelity is a common one.”
So, like a good host, I listened to her story, and the drunk woman gave me the information in exchange for my ear.
“Did you change your ticket?”
“I couldn’t change it. But…”
I took a deep breath. Talking about that day brought back the anxiety.
“I got off the limousine to the airport that he’d put me on.”
“…….”
“We were supposed to meet at the Philippine airport, where Park Jun would hand me the bag before I boarded my flight back to Korea.”
But I changed my plans. I got off the limousine just before it departed and took a taxi to the airport. While Park Jun and the madam waited for me at the limousine drop-off, I bought a new ticket and watched them from afar as they panicked.
He had my ticket back to Korea, but I had my passport. And it was a good thing I did. Park Jun and the madam ended up fleeing to Hong Kong with the drugs.
“The police came to me shortly after I arrived back in Korea. They asked if I had gone to the Philippines with my roommate, Park Jun, saying they had evidence of his involvement in drug trafficking. If I’d said yes, I would have become a suspect too. I was investigated for over three months before they let me go.”
And after that, Colin went ballistic. He wanted to get his hands on me, but he couldn’t touch me while I was under investigation. By the time the police released me, two months had passed, and Colin’s men were scouring the Philippines and Hong Kong.
When they couldn’t find Park Jun, they stormed the club, causing chaos. Jaehoon was the one who helped me the most then.
“After I found out Park Jun had even taken the deposit for our apartment, I was desperate for money. I couldn’t borrow any from the club. The drug dealer who caused the scene was Colin, and he was close to the Marine City Boss, so I couldn’t borrow from there either. Jaehoon lent me seven million won, and I used that money to leave Seoul and wander around before coming to Yeonsan.”
I hadn’t even had time to pack my things when Colin and his men showed up. If Jaehoon hadn’t smuggled me out the back door, I would have become Colin’s punching bag.
“Where did you go after leaving Seoul?”
“Where would someone with no relatives go? I stayed with some of the women I was close to, and then I ended up in motels. I was at some motel in Yeongdeungpo when Jaehoon brought me a few of my things and told me to go to Yeonsan. He gave me a new phone and told me to stay there until Colin cooled down, then come back. That was my last day in Seoul, and I came straight to Yeonsan and got into Han Doopil’s car.”
It was a long story, and looking back, a shitty experience.
“So, what’s your point?”
“Please… send Jaehoon back to Seoul safely. He has a grandfather in the countryside.”
I swallowed nervously. I was afraid he’d get angry, but his voice softened.
“Is that all?”
“If possible, I’d appreciate it if you could… get him some medical attention too. It would really put my mind at ease.”
I doubted he’d agree. It didn’t make sense for him to fix what he’d broken, but I had to ask. I bit my lip, and the Boss said, “You’re trying to use pillow talk, aren’t you?”
“Huh?”
“If that’s the case, you’re doing it wrong. You need to show more sincerity if you want me to grant your wife’s request. You’re trying to get away with too much, my innocent Soyoon.”
I blinked, trying to process his words. The Boss didn’t wait, pushing his finger between my lips.
“Mmm!”
His finger probed my tongue and explored the roof of my mouth. By the time I struggled, he had pulled me onto his lap.
“Suck it.”
His touch was rough yet sensual. I swallowed hard.
“You like it, huh? You’re even nibbling.”
No. It was just saliva caught in my throat. Instead of arguing, I suppressed a cough and wrapped my tongue around his finger, sucking like a child with a lollipop.
“Mmm…”
“You’re good at this.”
“Mm…Mmm…”
I swallowed again, sucking harder. His finger grew wetter, and his erection pressed insistently against my backside.
“I want to taste your pussy too, Soyoon.”
“Mmph!”
He pulled his finger out and unzipped my pants. He fumbled with the clothes I’d put on that morning and pulled out my cock. I instinctively glanced at Baekil in the driver’s seat.
“Are you looking around?”
“Uh… It’s just…”
“Focus. You’re supposed to be using pillow talk.”
He stroked my cock, licking my cheek and earlobe. Pre-come leaked out, sending shivers down my spine.
“Sir, not here… Ah!”
He silenced me with a kiss, his tongue ravaging my mouth. I pounded on his shoulder, gasping for air. He finally pulled away, his voice husky.
“You’re learning to make requests and act pretty.”
I wasn’t acting pretty. I was just making a request. I’d carefully chosen my words to avoid angering him.
“If you want my permission, then touch me.”
“…What?”
“I need Soyoon to give me a handjob if I’m going to do this for you. It needs to be memorable.”
Don’t you think? His face was full of lust. I wondered if this was really necessary, with Baekil right there, but the Boss’s cock was hard, his eyes burning. I had to do this.
“But… there’s someone…”
“Don’t worry about Baekil.”
“…But he’s driving…”
“He’s seen worse things than this with those shemales. He won’t bat an eye at a little handjob. He was obsessed with fisting for a while. He won’t even hear you jerking me off. Unless you want me to fuck you right here? That would be fun too.”
My head spun. The word “fisting” conjured images of Baekil’s depravity, and I quickly wrapped my arms around the Boss’s neck.
“Can I just use my hand?”
“Try it. Otherwise, I might rip you apart. I can’t do that to my Soyoon.”
He grinned, but his eyes were serious. He was already undressing me in his mind, picturing me beneath him, enjoying the slick sounds of my arousal.
I hurriedly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It sprang out, bumping against mine.
“How does it feel to see my cock again after a few hours?”
“…Big. Scarily big.”
It was also grotesque, but he just laughed. He grinned, shaking his cock in my hand. The new car was spacious, almost designed for sex.
“Do you not like it?”
I didn’t like it. It could be intensely pleasurable with the right chemistry, but we were in public. A turn of my head revealed parked cars.
“Don’t you know how good outdoor sex can be, Soyoon?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Fucking in the ocean is amazing. I’ll show you after winter.”
The Boss laughed, and Kalbang in the driver’s seat chuckled along. I was the only one embarrassed and tense as the two men traded crude jokes, the filthiest I’d ever heard.
My heart pounded, and I buried my face. The Boss took his cock from my hand and started rubbing it against mine.
“Fuck. Our Soyoon is so innocent. What’s the point of being a host if you don’t even know how to fuck?”
The friction against his large, slick cock sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Aroused by their lewd conversation, I instinctively bucked my hips, and the Boss gripped my ass, grinding faster.
“Ahh… Sir…”
“You like that? We haven’t even gotten to the pussy-eating part, and you’re already getting close.”
He slid a finger between my cheeks, rubbing my hole while his cock head continued to grind against mine. His tongue licked a long stripe along my cheek.
“I want to suck your nipples too, but my hands are full.”
The wet sounds of our cocks rubbing together were obscene. I grabbed his wrist, unable to take it anymore, but the slick sounds only intensified.
“Haa!”
“Are you about to cum?”
“Yes! I think I’m going to cum!”
My head dropped forward, and my legs trembled. My crotch was soaked, and so were his pants.
“Let’s cum together, Soyoon.”
He started stroking his cock rapidly. I came instantly, and he watched my cum spurt before following suit.
Our combined cum splattered everywhere, even landing on his black turtleneck. It reached my chest and neck, indistinguishable now. I gasped, reaching for his lips. He kissed me hard, rubbing his spent cock against me, making me shudder.
“Can you hear my heart beating?”
Hear it? It was beating so hard it felt like it was transferring the rhythm to my own heart.
“This is why I’m crazy about you. Fucking you is so good it feels like my head or my heart is going to explode.”
Do you feel it that much? No, right? I feel it that much, Soyoon.
I clung to his chest, our hearts pounding in unison. I felt like I was going insane. We were officially together now, but I was a mess of excitement, anxiety, impatience, and relief.
Despite his cheesy flirting, it sounded so sweet to my ears. Being held against his broad chest, his hand rubbing against my hole – none of it felt dirty. I just wanted more.
“Where are we going?”
I asked breathlessly. I felt him chuckle.
“Baekil, where are we going?”
Kalbang replied from the driver’s seat, his voice laced with amusement, “To the love nest. Go make lots of rice cakes.”
My body tingled. Even though I was spent, the Boss continued to touch me, determined to drive me to another orgasm.
“Haa… No more… Ugh!”
His cock plunged back inside me, moving freely in my stretched hole. He positioned my legs in an M shape, thrusting hard, showing off his sculpted abs.
“S-Stop…! Ahh!”
“How can I stop when you’re clinging to me like this? And I’ve been very patient.”
Patient, my ass! When had he ever been patient?!
I tried to kick him, yelling for him to stop, but my struggles only seemed to tighten my hole, making him even more excited.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Please! Ahh!”
“Fuck. You’re the one devouring me. How does your pussy get tighter the more I fuck you?”
He gripped my hips, thrusting like a madman. I was frozen, helpless. He pounded into me like he wanted to bury his balls inside me.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“Ahh! Help me! Ahh! You crazy bastard!”
“Crazy bastard? You said you loved me. Is this how you show your affection, Soyoon?”
“Ahh! Fuck!”
My head and back arched. His cock was brutal, animalistic, hotter and harder than any I’d ever felt. I wanted to die.
I couldn’t even scream, paralyzed like I was being electrocuted. The Boss closed his eyes and thrust so hard I thought my spine would shatter.
Thwack, thwack, thwack—!
“Fucking bitch!”
My vision went white, and I came again, a forceful jet rather than a dribble. The Boss’s satisfied voice filled my ears.
“Your pussy is so tight tonight, Soyoon. You were ready for this, weren’t you?”
I couldn’t move. I wished I could just pass out.
“Everything is perfect, but you have no stamina. You’re not going to break, but you faint after a few rounds. It makes me want you even more.”
He rubbed my cum-covered chest against his own broad pectoral muscles. The slick sounds spurred him on, and he pinched my nipples, then licked them like a dog before lifting me onto his stomach.
I lay flat on top of him, his thick body and hard chest like a rock. His muscles bulged from our repeated lovemaking.
“This is nice, Soyoon.”
“……”
“Now, it’s your turn. Pillow talk.”
He prompted me, as if it was finally time. But I couldn’t speak. I simply melted against his chest, utterly exhausted, and passed out.
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When I woke up, the Boss was jerking off. He was kneeling on the bed, masturbating in front of my face. He came all over me, then smeared it around with a satisfied grin.
Crazy… Lunatic…
Was there another man like him in the world? Even drug addicts couldn’t have sex like this. Even after sunrise, he continued to be aroused by my toes, spreading my legs wide, and inhaling the scent between them.
“I especially love the smell of your pussy and balls, Soyoon.”
He muttered cheesy nonsense as he wiped me down with a warm towel, cleaning every nook and cranny like he was changing a baby’s diaper. I suddenly wondered if he might feel the same way about me as I did about him.
Perhaps everything he felt for me was as new to him as it was to me. Even if he’d been in love before, it couldn’t have been this intense. He’d never felt this forbidden, this disappointed and heartbroken that I didn’t love him as much as he loved me.
That’s why he chased after me even though he told me to leave, why he called me a slut when I ran away from him.
Maybe, just maybe, Joo Geonwoo was as caught up in me as I was in him.
“Soyoon, are you awake?”
I opened my eyes to feel his rough fingers and see his handsome, sex-crazed face filling my vision. He held it close, as if to block out everything else. His tanned skin appealed to me again, and I just nodded.
“My…”
I stopped, my voice hoarse and barely audible from all the screaming. I clutched my throat and blinked. He pulled me up and gently pressed on my throat.
“It’s swollen.”
Shit… Of course, it’s swollen after all that yelling! I glared at him, and he made a phone call. The ringing tone sounded, and he left the room.
I assumed Kalbang or Jang Woosung would bring some medicine, but then I heard a gruff female voice.
“How did you treat him that his throat is ruined?! It’s freezing out there! Where did you take him that he can’t even talk?! Son, where are you?! Son~!”
…It was the restaurant Boss’s voice. I finally understood why the Boss had dressed me in a thick pajama set, fluffy socks, and pushed my hair back. He’d been preparing for her arrival.
I tried to get out of bed but nearly screamed. My back was completely shot from all the sex; I couldn’t even stand. I heard the Boss’s voice from beyond the door.
“Just leave it there.”
“You shut up! You beastly boy, is his face all messed up too?”
…Bingo. She hit the nail on the head, and the Boss fell silent.
“He is! You damn brat! How much did you torment him?! That skinny little thing! Go look! His face is probably all scratched up, makes me want to cry. Just stop it! Hey, Soyoon! Where are you?!”
I needed to leave, but I couldn’t. I awkwardly dangled one leg off the bed, groaning. I hoped she wouldn’t open the door, but then another voice joined the conversation.
“You’re here, ma’am.”
It was Han Doopil. Usually, it was only Kalbang and Jang Woosung, but this was the first time Han Doopil had come.
“You came just in time! Scold this brat! The boy’s sick, and he doesn’t even care!”
Han Doopil replied in his gruff voice, “Now, now, where does it hurt?” They continued their rapid-fire dialect. I could roughly make out the meaning: “Soyoon is sick, and it seems like that brat is responsible. He’s not only living with a child but has also made him ill. What kind of punishment does he deserve?” Han Doopil sided with her, gradually leading her away from the bedroom.
The loud voices faded, and I heard a click. I looked up to see the Boss enter, wearing a black t-shirt and carrying a wrapped bundle.
“Stay there.”
“…What about the Boss…?”
“She left. She’s excited that I’ve settled down. She came running as soon as I called.”
Instead of helping me up, he pushed aside the blankets and unwrapped the bundle, revealing a tiered lunchbox filled with homemade braised short ribs, pumpkin porridge, and beef kimbap. My mouth watered.
“Soup first!”
I blurted out. He poured some into the thermos lid. I savored the rich, meaty broth, then he placed a kimbap in my mouth.
It was delicious. I chewed on the bacon-wrapped kimbap and the charcoal-grilled abalone rolled with chives.
I didn’t lift a finger, just ate what he gave me. As always, he watched with amusement.
“You eat too, sir.”
“Do you want to take your medicine and get some rest? Or do you want to go see something you’ll like?”
“Something I’ll like?”
“I had some gold melted down, and it’s ready today.”
He popped a piece of rolled omelet into my mouth while I processed his words.
“You know what gold is, right?”
Everyone knew what gold was. The necklace around his neck, the bracelet on his wrist—gold was more precious than money.
“Of course. But how much did you melt down…?”
“If you’re curious, come with me. Or you can sleep.”
He fed me a fried shishamo, then suddenly kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth full of food. I was startled, and he swallowed what was in my mouth, humming contentedly, trying to do it again. I frantically swallowed the rest of the food.