IOTF Ch 23
by soapaDespite his words, the Boss made me take my medicine and then insisted I nap. Meanwhile, he called in Kalbang and Han Doopil, seemingly to catch up on work. Only after the towering stacks of documents were tucked under Han Doopil’s arm did the Boss start getting ready to go out.
The roads were slushy from the melting snow, but that hadn’t deterred the throngs of tourists from all over. Seeing the red tour buses blocking the Boss’s sedan brought back memories of the day I ran away from Yeonsan. I glanced nervously at the Boss, who was engrossed in his iPad. Thinking how stunning his profile was, he suddenly spoke, his eyes still glued to the screen.
“Soyoon, are you feeling nostalgic seeing the red buses?”
My heart skipped a beat, and I stammered.
“Come to think of it, that shaman was right. You have strong spiritual energy. You escaped perfectly on the day of the release.”
I had no idea what he was talking about and asked him to explain.
“You don’t know what a release is?”
“No.”
“It’s when you release loaches or baby turtles into the ocean.”
I’d never heard of it.
“It’s a way to accumulate good karma by releasing small creatures. They release fish into the sea or river, perform rituals, hold Buddhist ceremonies, get hit on the head with dried pollack, that sort of thing.”
I didn’t understand most of what he said, but it was clear that the influx of cars for this “release” had made it difficult to find me.
The memory of that day made my stomach churn. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and he kissed me softly. We drove to the Yeonsanpo Market, stopping in the alley with the barbershop.
But instead of heading there, he pointed elsewhere.
“Soyoon, see that over there?”
“Where?”
“The teahouse that says ‘Dandelion.’”
He was pointing to the second floor of a low, old building that looked like it belonged in the 80s. I could see a small window right next to the barbershop.
“What about it?”
“Go wait there. Order whatever you want. I’ll be there soon.”
Confused, I simply blinked.
“Go on. I’ll follow.”
I nodded and headed towards the teahouse, passing a shop selling goldfish. I turned back to see the Boss watching me, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I smiled at him and climbed the narrow, steep stairs to a wooden door.
Inside, the strong scent of cinnamon filled the air. A stove with a kettle sat in the center of the room, surrounded by closely packed tables and chairs. An elderly woman was busy preparing something in the kitchen area.
I sat down next to the stove, shivering from the cold. There was no menu, just the words “Double Herbal Tea, Cinnamon Tea, Plum Tea, Coffee” scattered on the walls.
I was about to call out to the woman in the kitchen when someone plopped down across from me.
Thinking it was the Boss, I froze in surprise. But it wasn’t him. It was Jaehoon, whose face the Boss had supposedly smashed in.
“Soyoon.”
My jaw dropped. Jaehoon’s face was perfectly fine. There was no sign of the beating he’d taken from the Boss while gagged with Kim Mijin’s phone.
“Jaehoon…”
“Surprised?”
Was he serious? He was sitting here completely fine, just a slight trace of blood at the corner of his mouth? After that brutal beating?
“Let’s order first. Excuse me, ma’am.”
Jaehoon ordered for me, casually commenting, “It’s cold even down south.”
“Jaehoon… how… what happened?”
“It’s a long story. I didn’t expect this either, but I guess I’m not destined to die just yet.”
Coffee and double herbal tea arrived, and he began his story. He’d texted me and gotten an immediate reply. He naturally assumed it was from me and hadn’t suspected a thing.
He hadn’t known about the Boss. He’d thought the Boss was just someone I’d brought along, maybe a moneybags or something. But then we went to the gambling den, and the Boss exposed Kim Mijin’s true nature, completely blindsiding him.
“That woman is a real hustler.”
“What?”
“Remember when Kim Mijin brought me into the game and called you over too?”
I remembered. I’d been uncomfortable with her sexual jokes.
“She knew Chief Kim was cheating with the cards.”
“What? She knew?”
“She used me, knowing it was a scam, just like Boss Joo said. She kept signaling me to fold. Even when you left briefly, she kept telling Lee Sowon to fold too, but Chief Kim said something. She kept raising the stakes, and I didn’t want to play anymore. It wasn’t my money, so I didn’t care. But towards the end, the game kept flipping, and it seemed strange. Remember when Chief Kim yelled?”
I didn’t. I’d been too distracted by the Boss and irritated by the situation.
“Chief Kim was about to lose everything. He thought he’d won that round, but Kim Mijin suddenly crushed him with a full house.”
I was speechless. Jaehoon seemed equally stunned, taking a sip of his steaming coffee.
“Wow, I’d seen that woman fight with her husband, but I didn’t know she was that scary. Turns out she used to work with him, running scams in other cities. And then she spread rumors that he gambled away all their money, even saying that in court!”
She’s a real piece of work. I asked, thinking about the hefty sum the Boss had demanded from the women.
“If she used the money she got from her divorce settlement, wouldn’t that affect you too?”
“That’s the funny part. After you and Boss Joo left, the guy who beat me up asked if Kim Mijin and I were working together. I swore we weren’t. I said I’d introduced her to a lawyer, but we weren’t in cahoots. I’d never even touched her panties. So they left me out of it.”
“…….”
“And I was only in the game because they promised to pay me. I’m broke. I told them that, even bringing up Chief Kim’s name, practically begging and crying. Then the guy punched me.”
He said he’d lost consciousness after that punch, woken up in a motel room, and here he was.
“That guy said I was alive thanks to my good little brother, but you’re my only brother.”
Jaehoon said that, but I’d clearly seen the Boss’s fist connect with his face.
“So, where did he hit you?”
“Around my chest. It hurt like hell, and I passed out. When I woke up, Kim Mijin was tearfully signing some documents.”
Seeing Jaehoon casually sipping his coffee, I couldn’t help but laugh. The Boss had never intended to seriously injure him and would have sent him back to Seoul without my plea. The whole scene was a show to scare the women into signing the agreement. And I’d fallen for it, using it as an excuse for frantic sex.
I burst out laughing. Looking at Jaehoon’s unharmed face, I realized life was truly unpredictable and that I’d never be able to outsmart Joo Geonwoo.
That’s why he’d said in the car, “Watching is also learning. It’s good to learn.” He was teaching me how to manipulate people, how to plan a scheme.
“So, what are you going to do, Jaehoon? Go straight back to Seoul?”
“I’ll wait and see. What if Kim Mijin comes after me? It’ll be a pain if she blames me for everything.”
She probably would, even though she’d fallen for her own trick. That’s how entitled people behaved.
“It’ll be hard to stay here.”
“Yeah, that motel is terrible. The only good thing about it is the basement bathhouse.”
I blurted out, “Were you at Yeoju Motel?”
“You know that place?”
Of course, I did. I’d had a rather… memorable experience in that sauna.
“Wow, that kind of bathhouse is a real throwback. Anyway, are you okay with Boss Joo?”
I’m fine. He doesn’t touch me. I conveyed with my eyes. He seemed to understand and didn’t press further. He didn’t ask what had happened between us. He just said he might stay in Yeonsan or somewhere in Busan for a while. His phone rang.
“Yes, I understand. Okay. I’ll get ready right away.”
He hung up and quickly finished his coffee.
“Soyoon, I have to go.”
“Where?”
“I need to find a way to make a living. Even if I got an apartment, it’s not easy to cash it in right away. And that motel is just awful.”
He was right. He’d need money to stay away from Seoul. We could live off what we had for a while, but neither of us was the type to sit idle.
“Jaehoon, I might not see you again.”
He stopped.
“I’m living with the Boss now.”
“…….”
“I can’t work as a host anymore, and I can’t go near the clubs. Even if you work here for a while, I might not be able to help you. My only request was to ensure your safe return to Seoul.”
The Boss had made even that request seem pointless. He wouldn’t allow me to see Jaehoon again. This might be our last goodbye. The Boss reappeared downstairs, talking to Kalbang while looking our way.
“Yeah, something like that. What else would we talk about besides this business?”
Jaehoon forced a smile. My heart felt heavy.
“I’ll pay you back the money I borrowed. Don’t worry about that.”
“I can’t tell you not to repay me. But I’ll take comfort in the fact that Boss Joo seems to be looking out for me. Take care of yourself. I’ll manage on my own.”
Jaehoon left, and the bell above the door jingled. Moments later, heavy footsteps on the stairs announced the Boss’s arrival. He entered, wearing a long grey coat.
“It’s snowing.”
He was looking at me, wrapped in a white scarf. He tilted his head and smiled. He looked like a fallen angel sent to ruin my life.
“You waited so patiently. I’m so touched I could cry.”
He lit a cigarette. The Boss didn’t seem to mind him smoking in the teahouse.
“Should I come over there?”
“No, stay where you are. I’m enjoying the view.”
His eyes sparkled as he inhaled. His sharp nose looked especially prominent. He walked towards me. His presence filled the old-fashioned teahouse. His towering height, his imposing figure, his predatory gaze, his swagger—he looked like a movie star.
“So, did you try the double herbal tea?”
Unfortunately, Jaehoon had ordered it for me. The dark liquid was filled with floating jujubes and pine nuts instead of egg yolk.
“I can’t drink double herbal tea.”
“Should I get you some warm milk, then?”
“No, it’s okay.”
Annoyed by his babying, I picked up the brown teacup and took a sip. The strong herbal scent mixed with a sweetness.
“Ugh, sweet and bitter.”
“You have to drink this kind of stuff to be an adult.”
“Is it for old men?”
He squeezed my thigh playfully.
“Thank you for letting me see Jaehoon.”
“I had to grant Lee Soyoon’s request.”
“I told him I might not see him again.”
I thought he’d be pleased, but his reaction surprised me.
“Why? Is there a reason you shouldn’t see him again?”
“What? But you’ll be mad if I keep in touch with him.”
“I don’t really care.”
I blinked, confused.
“We’re living together now. You should have someone on your side when we have people over. Whether it’s a fellow host or a con artist, you need a familiar face. We can’t have a wedding ceremony, so all we’ll have are pictures.”
I finally understood. We couldn’t have a real wedding, so he wanted a gathering with a few close people, a meal, and some photos. And he was right, I had no one on my side.
“So, it’s okay if I see him?”
“With my permission.”
“So I can hang out with him if you allow it?”
I was so excited by the unexpected answer.
“You’re practically jumping for joy.”
“Well, I thought you wouldn’t let me see him ever again…”
“I’ll decide based on how he behaves, but there’s no need to cut him off now. Just so you know, last night was the last time you can use him as an excuse for pillow talk.”
I nodded vigorously at his warning. He pulled something out of his coat pocket.
“Pay him back next time you see him.”
He dropped a thick envelope on the table.
“Jaehoon said he lent you seven hundred and sent another three hundred.”
“Yes…”
“There’s extra in there. Tell him to take it and leave you alone. Consider the debt settled.”
I stared at the envelope, hesitant to take it. He tilted my chin up.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“I’m not sure if I should take this. I borrowed this money before I came here…”
A strange silence hung in the air before he spoke, his voice cold.
“Lee Soyoon is making a fool out of Joo Geonwoo.”
“…….”
“A husband should pay his wife’s debts. Do you think I’d ask you to pay it back?”
He tapped my cheek lightly, then resumed kneading my thigh.
“Just take it. What’s the point of earning money if I can’t spoil you?”
Kalbang entered.
“Woosung just left.”
“When will he get here?”
“He’s in a van, so less than half a day.”
“Alright, let’s go then.”
The Boss took my hand, and we left the cinnamon-scented teahouse, entering the barbershop next door. The atmosphere was the same as before. Instead of the whirring of the money counter, I heard voices.
“Boss, you’re here. Du꺼비 (Toad) did a great job.”
My eyes widened. The table where the money counter usually sat was covered in glittering gold. A black velvet case overflowed with necklaces, rings, bracelets – like confiscated goods on display.
“Especially the shiny stuff for Boss Soyoon, you know, the high-quality… high-jewelry?? This blows that cheap stuff out of the water!”
It was far from high jewelry. Any high-jewelry expert would have a heart attack seeing the clunky gold necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Some had dragon heads, others were shaped like tigers. The gold necklaces were so thick they looked like they could cause whiplash, and each piece was tagged with “Lee Soyoon,” leaving no doubt as to who they belonged to.
The Boss picked up a ring with a prominent Buddhist symbol.
“The amulet ring is the most important.”
“You’re telling me. This is the best swastika ring I’ve ever seen. Toad said he’d make something special, and he delivered.”
The man with the snake tattoo on his neck handed the ring to the Boss, who raised an eyebrow. He seemed pleased, checking the certificate of authenticity. “Ten don, but it looks so small.” It was anything but small.
“Come here.”
He slid the ring onto my left ring finger. It fit perfectly.
“Wow! Amazing! Amazing! How can it be so perfect? Now that we have an amulet ring, when we complete the set, everyone will know he’s the Boss’s man.”
I glanced at the Boss and was startled by the proud look on his face as he stared at the ring on my finger. He’d never reacted so strongly to any gift before. His eyes were sparkling brighter than any of the gold laid out on the table.
“Soyoon, do you like it?”
…If he asked if I liked it, I did.
Not because of the thick, ostentatious ring with a symbol that had nothing to do with my beliefs, but because I liked the way he looked at it, his eyes fixed on my hand.
“It’s heavy.”
“What do you mean, heavy? You’ll be wearing them on both hands.”
Honestly, it wasn’t my style, and a ten-don Buddhist ring didn’t suit my slender fingers. It was too big and gaudy for a man in his mid-twenties. But the Boss continued to adorn me with gold rings, necklaces, and bracelets. After checking the ring size, he put a twenty-don necklace around my neck, grinning.
When he put the tiger ring on my other hand, the men clapped. They had no idea what I was really thinking.
“So, how much is it all?”
“Including the amulet ring, we melted down ninety-five don of gold. With labor, it came out to five thousand three hundred and forty. Paid in cash. How about a matching necklace for this ring, Boss? Twenty don would be perfect, and it would bring the total to an even six thousand.”
The man suggested a matching necklace for the amulet ring. The Boss nodded, satisfied.
“His skin is so clear, gold suits him. Make the set. Twenty don sounds good.”
“Of course. A twenty-don necklace is easy to wear, and the more Buddha’s symbols, the better.”
Six thousand… My head swam, and I suddenly felt exhausted. He would have done it anyway, even if I’d protested. It was as good as cash.
“He’s Joo Geonwoo’s lover; he needs to look the part. Like Jaeseop said, he needs to look like he belongs to Joo Geonwoo wherever he goes.”
“Something simpler would be nice… like white gold.”
“Ah, that’s for the ceremony. I’ll get you something from your favorite department store brand, so don’t worry.”
The Boss, in an unusually good mood, took me everywhere. I paraded around Yeonsan wearing the ten-don amulet ring. Riding in a luxury car, decked out in six thousand won worth of gold, was an indescribable feeling.
I wondered if a person’s life could really change this drastically. Was this what a “reversal of fortune” felt like? Then I’d catch the Boss’s hand on my waist, guiding my hand to his cock, and I’d wonder if we’d really be eating ginseng chicken soup by a mountain stream this summer.
In the afternoon, the Boss took me to the Queens building. He told me to go up to the office first. The elevator stopped on the second floor, and a man wearing a white beanie stepped in, then stopped short. We made eye contact, and I almost gasped.
“You, you!! You son of a bitch!”
It was the host whose head I’d cracked open. He was wearing a beanie, presumably to hide his bandaged head. He reached for me, but the doors closed, leaving us alone.
“I’m going to sue you! I just came from the lawyer’s office today. I have witnesses and everything!”
He was furious.
“You bastard! You pushed me down and then ran away?! That’s attempted murder! If I’d lost consciousness, I would have died…”
“But you didn’t.”
“What? How can you…”
“So, how many weeks were you out?”
I wasn’t sorry. I’d been blinded by rage because of the Boss, but he hadn’t been innocent either.
“I’m not going to apologize. But since you were hurt because of me, send me the medical bills. I’ll pay them.”
He grabbed my collar.
“Medical bills? Of course, you’ll pay! Do you know how many days I’ve been out of work because of my head? I’m losing all my regulars! All the clients I worked so hard to get are leaving! And it’s all your fault! What did I ever do to you?!”
His grip tightened, and he raised his fist. The two moles under his eyes were particularly irritating.
“Okay, fine. But… what’s with the two moles under your eyes?”
“What?”
“Did you get them tattooed on? Did your business improve after you got them? Are you so upset that the guy who was selling himself as ‘Soyoon’ got his head cracked open by the real Soyoon?”
I lifted my chin. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was thinking of ways to turn this around.
“Tell me honestly. What were you hoping for when you got those moles?”
“You motherfucker!”
“My regulars? The customers who came looking for me? Or the Boss of this place who’s obsessed with the host from Seoul?”
His eyes reddened. I heard the elevator doors opening but continued.
“You’re pretending to be me because you want something. Didn’t you ask me that day how I seduced the Boss?”
I remembered him following the Boss into the grilled clam restaurant. The Boss hadn’t even noticed me. He must have been desperate for the Boss’s attention. He probably sat next to him, putting on a seductive show.
The Boss hated hosts, but maybe this guy was different.
He was pretending to be me, and he actually looked somewhat similar. With me gone, he might have even serviced the Boss.
“Fine. I admit I pretended to be you. We’re both hosts selling ourselves, so what’s wrong with sharing? You can’t be the only one getting special treatment from the Boss.”
“Special treatment?”
“Did you think no one knew? You slept with the Boss for an apartment. Everyone knows you played the virgin card and let him have your ass. The Boss, who never came down to Queens, suddenly called for the hosts, sent everyone away, and fucked you. People said they could hear you screaming from outside.”
I frowned. I hadn’t known it was that loud. The manager had seen us, but I hadn’t realized it was audible outside.
“The manager probably spread the rumors, but I don’t care. I did give him my ass, and we did fuck in Queens. But I was a virgin. That was the day I lost my virginity. And one more thing, the Boss and I are back together.”
“……!”
“We had a lovers’ quarrel, with misunderstandings and everything, but we worked it out. So let go of my collar and send me your lawsuit or tell me how much you want. Before I expose you for impersonating me and scamming people.”
Just as I was hoping he’d back off, I heard a familiar laugh. I turned to see the Boss and his men watching us. They’d even held the elevator door open to watch the fight. It was the host, not me, whose ears turned red at the Boss’s laughter.
“B-Boss…!”
“I said let go of my Soyoon.”
The host quickly released me. I gasped for air as the Boss sauntered over and leaned against the open elevator doors.
“You have some nerve grabbing my precious boy’s collar. You have a bright future ahead of you.”
His large frame blocked the elevator as he grinned. He ignored the host, his intense gaze fixed on me. I quickly regained my composure.
“Let’s go.”
“Why? This is fun. You’re the most entertaining when you fight.”
“Please, let’s just go.”
There were too many eyes watching. The host’s uncle and the other gangsters peering out… Two hosts fighting over the Boss… Even with my reputation, I didn’t want to be seen like this.
“Why? It’s fun. Go on. I want to see what a Lee Soyoon jealousy scene looks like.”
“Stop it.”
Laughter erupted, and I pulled on his arm with all my might. He was unyielding. Then, as soon as the office door opened, he shoved me inside. He caught me as I stumbled, his lips crashing down on mine.
The kiss was suffocating, far more intense than the one in the car. I gripped his shoulders, signaling him to stop, but he persisted, his tongue invading my mouth, his hand moving lower. There were people outside.
“Ugh!”
I hit his shoulder, but he didn’t flinch. I had no pride left.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve wanted to do this since we were in the elevator.”
Unlike me, panting and breathless, he looked perfectly calm. His lips glistened with our shared saliva, a smug smile playing on his face, as if he hadn’t been aroused at all.
“You have no idea how much your eyes turn me on. You’re so beautiful when you glare at someone. It drives me crazy.”
No, I wasn’t glaring. I was being choked. I didn’t understand what he found attractive about that, but he was chuckling.
“Do you have a thing for angry women?”
He frowned.
“Why are you bringing up other women? I’m turned on by you, Lee Soyoon.”
“But you said you liked it when I was angry…”
There were plenty of people with unusual tastes, especially him. But it would be problematic if he genuinely liked it when I got angry.
“I’m only turned on by you, Soyoon. So stop teasing and show me your pussy.”
His erection pressed against me. I wished he wouldn’t use such vulgar language, but it was pointless to complain. He’d just get mad or, worse, get off on my disapproval.
“There are people outside…”
“We’re alone. No one will open that door.”
“But what if someone, like the manager…”
He stopped nuzzling my neck and clicked his tongue, apparently tired of my questions. He lifted me up and sat me down on the large single-seater sofa in the office.
“I’m horny, Soyoon.”
“…….”
“And I’m going to do something I’ve never done with you here before.”
He ripped off my jacket and tossed it aside, then unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. I shivered at the sudden exposure, and he kissed me, his hands continuing to undress me as he ravaged my mouth. He unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.
It was hard and wet, pressed against his stomach, even after our repeated encounters that morning.
“Come here.”
I was already in his arms, nowhere else to go. It was a clear instruction to lift my hips.
“Slowly…”
“Alright, stop squirming. You’re making me impatient.”
He pressed between my cheeks, aligning his tip with my entrance. Unlike a woman’s, my hole wasn’t designed for this, and every attempt at penetration was painful.
“Ow, that hurts.”
I squirmed, trying to avoid him. He sucked on my lips, then pushed harder.
“Why is it so tight even after all night?”
Because it wasn’t meant for this. He was mercilessly trying to force his way into a place designed for expulsion, and my body was rebelling.
“Ow, it hurts…!”
“So fussy, just like a little pussy. Fuck.”
His large hands spread my cheeks forcefully. I tried to relax, perched on his thighs, but it was no use. His grip was too tight, his thrusts too powerful. I was pushed forward, and his thick cock slid inside.
“……!!”
It felt like a burning poker. This position was new, and the pain was intense, almost searing. My hole stretched, completely filled, and if it weren’t for his slick pre-come, I would have screamed.
“Fuck, this is amazing.”
I bit my lip, hunched over. He might have been enjoying himself, but I was in agony. The pressure and heat were overwhelming. He was twisting and turning, trying to catch my eye.
“Soyoon, does it hurt a lot?”
I finally looked up, glaring at him. He seemed momentarily dazed, his eyes softening as if captivated by my expression. As I released my bitten lip, he clicked his tongue.
“Fuck… that look is doing things to me.”
He suddenly buried his face in my chest, the mountain of a man groaning, “Soyoon, please stop doing that to me.” I was the one who wanted him to stop.
“It hurts. Please stop. Let’s go home…”
“No… that’s not it. Stop looking at me like that. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t think straight.”
He started thrusting again, burying his weapon deep inside me. He pounded into me like a madman, and I couldn’t hold back my cries.
“Ahh!! Ow, it hurts!”
“You were born to be a fucking tease. You’re driving me insane.”
“Ah!! Ah!! Please!! You bastard!!”
“Fuck! You bitch!”
He thrusted with brutal force, his abs slamming against my tailbone. My insides felt bruised, and obscene sounds erupted from between my cheeks.
“Ah! Ah! Sir! Please!”
“Still hurts?”
“Yes… it hurts!! It hurts!! You bastard!!”
Sweat beaded on my back despite being naked. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my nipples with every hot breath. He continued his relentless assault.
Every thrust of his veiny cock, scraping and probing deep inside me, sent jolts of electricity through my body, my vision blurring. I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders. He only thrust harder, his hips bucking.
“Ahh! Crazy!!”
“I don’t remember how I lived before your pussy, Soyoon.”
“Ahh!”
“I’ve fucked other people, but it feels like the first time every time. Fuck… I can’t think of anyone but you.”
He was obsessed with me, his hard, sculpted abs slamming against my hole, his hands gripping my waist. Just as I felt myself losing consciousness, he said,
“They brought me someone who looked like you, but even their breathing was different.”
My eyes snapped open. He was still thrusting, looking down at my slick hole and our mingled fluids. He licked his lips, and I instinctively grabbed his ear.
“Did you sleep with him?”
He looked startled, then laughed.
“I told you I didn’t.”
“You said they brought you someone who looked like me. That must have been the guy from earlier.”
It was a strange question to ask mid-coitus, but he’d brought it up first. I didn’t want to pick a fight, especially after running away, but I didn’t want him sleeping with anyone else, even if they looked like me.
“Yeah, Han Doopil brought him. He offered to suck me off, but I refused. He didn’t resemble you at all – not his breath, his looks, or his scent. I sent him away.”
“Believe me.” He thrust deep inside, then circled his hips. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, and he pulled out abruptly. I gasped, and he immediately plunged back in, thrusting hard.
“Haa… Stop…”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“I know… Ah!”
“Really. I don’t need some imitation of you.”
“Ah! Ah! Ahh!”
He targeted my most sensitive spots. He wasn’t just mindlessly thrusting but systematically assaulting my slick insides with calculated precision. My body burned.
“This cock belongs in your mouth, Soyoon. Whose mouth would I put it in otherwise?”
I narrowed my eyes, even in the throes of pleasure. My own cock, slick with pre-come, twitched, and he grinned, revealing his perfect teeth.
“I didn’t even look at that bitch.”
Ahh… I was about to lose it from his relentless stimulation. He stroked my cock while thrusting into me, sending my head spinning. I came again.
“Ahh!”
My back arched, and my body convulsed. I came again as I was pushed forward, and my hole tightened around him, his cock seeming to swell even larger.
“Fuck… You’re dangerous, Soyoon. You could give your old man a heart attack with that pussy.”
He was losing control himself, but he continued his lewd banter. He grinned and pounded into me, his cheesy flirting distracting me even as I thought, He’s such a grandpa.
He fucked me relentlessly, the sofa squelching beneath us with our mingled fluids. He held me tight, his thick forearms flexing with each thrust. He didn’t seem to tire, and I came again without him even touching me.
“Ahh!”
“Fuck, you’re clinging to me. Soyoon, curse at me.”
I’d just come, but he pulled me up into a half-sitting position on the sofa, seemingly unfazed. He continued to thrust, his voice booming.
“Call me a bastard. A fucking bastard. You’re good at it, aren’t you?”
His body was taut, about to explode. I knew this was how he was, but the sight still sent shivers down my spine. His cock throbbed inside me, his cum-covered pubic hair slapping against my ass, hitting my balls. I clung to his neck, and he stood up abruptly.
“Hurry!”
“Ahh! Ahh! You bastard! You fucking bastard!”
“More, you bitch.”
“Ahh!! Ah!! Fuck you!! Die!!”
My mind went blank. All I could see were the colorful, cheap signs outside the window, proudly proclaiming their existence in this seedy corner of Yeonsan. I was here, with Joo Geonwoo, who was fucking me relentlessly, chanting my name.
“You bitch!”
“Ahh!”
“Lee Soyoon!”
“Y-You bastard!”
I dug my nails into his broad, shuddering back, unable to breathe, my moans distorted, drool dripping down my chin. It was filthy and obscenely erotic. It was vulgar, but our slick cocks and my twitching hole were locked together.
“…….”
“…….”
Only our ragged breaths filled the room. I ran my hand through his thick, dark hair, and I remembered his words: Fucking you is so good it feels like my head or my heart is going to explode.
“Soyoon.”
He leaned in, his forehead touching mine.
“Yes.”
“Am I too much for you?”
I chuckled.
“Why are you asking that now?”
“You should answer informally in moments like these.”
So I did.
“You’re too much. Your dick is huge and out of control, and you never listen to me.”
He raised his eyebrows, feigning ignorance.
“Did I do that?”
“Yes, you did it a lot.”
“If I control myself, will you love me more?”
“Don’t give me false hope when I’m already whipped. It just makes it worse.”
He chuckled, amused by my insolence. He continued to caress my sweat-soaked body, and then there was a knock.
“Woosung has arrived.”
Kalbang’s voice came from behind the door. The Boss, still holding me, replied,
“And?”
“He’s unleashed the dogs. We should be ready to leave soon.”
Confused, I spoke.
“I’ll go home first.”
“Why?”
Because you’re clearly up to something again, and I want nothing to do with it. But his answer surprised me.
“Let’s go to Seoul.”
I thought I’d misheard him.
“What?”
“Let’s go to Seoul. We always go watch after unleashing the dogs.”
The word “Seoul” sent a chill down my spine. Just the mention of it conjured images of violence, the excitement from our lovemaking replaced by a cold dread.
But the Boss, oblivious to my inner turmoil, was grinning. He caressed my chin and swollen lips, wiped me clean, and dressed me.
“Are we… really going to Seoul?”
“Why, don’t you want to go?”
“It’s not that…”
He didn’t wait for my answer, making a phone call and lighting a cigarette. I watched him, checking the time. 8:30 PM. Even if we left now, we wouldn’t arrive until midnight.
Why go to Seoul so late at night?
And why take me along?
I bundled up in my coat and jacket, watching him. He was acting as if we were just going for dinner, casually putting on his watch and grabbing his wallet. He teased, “Should I give you some spending money, Soyoon?” His nonchalance only fueled my anxiety.