IOTF Ch 26
by soapaThe boss immediately bought the old villa and began reconstruction. He seemed to be planning something, incorporating the vacant land surrounding the villa, but as always, I didn’t interfere with his business.
I knew he’d implemented mandatory drug testing for all employees before reopening “Marine City.” I knew he’d recruited popular hosts, leading to a major brawl with another establishment. I knew the police got involved, and someone ended up dead in a back alley in Gangnam. I knew it all, but having entered his domain, I neither judged his methods nor considered him a beast.
Instead, I frequented the newly opened Marine City, drinking and enjoying myself with him in the Santorini-themed room I loved most. Sometimes we played customer and host, and other times, we clung to each other like newlyweds, showering each other with affection.
Unlike the cold, harsh world outside, the room was warm, opulent, and everything within reach was luxurious. The boss’s wallet was essentially mine, and my daily routine consisted of buying furniture and interior decorations for the new house.
So, today, after visiting a high-end, members-only imported furniture gallery and finding a bathroom vanity I liked, I returned to the hotel. Just as I walked in, the boss, who’d been meeting with a liquor distributor, was entering the room with Han Doopil.
Seeing me undressing, the boss grinned.
“Sunjung, were you undressing in anticipation of my arrival?”
The boss looked younger than he did back in Yeonsan. His new hobby was frequenting a luxury men’s barbershop. It was a world away from the kind of place in Yeonsan where money-counting machines whirred.
A specialist with years of experience abroad meticulously shaved him and styled his hair, accentuating his already handsome features.
“Did you go to the barbershop again, boss?”
I asked, inhaling his expensive scent, and he pulled me closer, rubbing his freshly shaved face against my cheek.
“It’s all thanks to Sunjung for introducing me to the good life. Listening to foreign music while getting a shave makes me feel like a Seoul city slicker, just like you.”
He nuzzled my neck after rubbing his face against mine, then, as if coaxing a child, he asked,
“Sunjung, so, have you been spending my money well?”
“Yes, I have. A bathroom vanity and a mirror for the drying room that matches it. It’s the latest import from Italy, so it cost six mill for a small one.”
“Expensive things are good things. You’re expensive too. Nothing’s been more expensive than you in Joo Geonwoo’s entire life.”
He wasn’t wrong. He’d already given me a building and a house worth billions of won, and I’d spent over ten million won from his wallet just today.
“So, do you regret it?”
“It’s rewarding. A husband’s joy is filling his wife’s pockets.”
The boss grinned, pressing his groin against me. He’d devoured me this morning, and here he was, clinging to me and flirting again. I was conscious of Han Doopil behind us.
“…Han Doopil is still here…”
“He’ll leave when he’s done.”
“But he’s still here…”
“He’ll leave as soon as I take this call.”
Just then, the boss’s phone rang. It was the gray one, the one for calls from Yeonsan.
“Yes, Auntie. I’m here.”
But it wasn’t the boss who answered, it was Han Doopil.
“The boss is in the middle of something urgent. Yes, ma’am. Really urgent. He’s talking with a contractor from the US. Yes, really. I wouldn’t lie to you, Mrs. Kim.”
Even though Han Doopil was taking the call right behind us, the boss pressed his lips against mine. He invaded my mouth without giving me a chance to protest, and I couldn’t help but moan.
“And you were playing hard to get.”
“…I wasn’t playing hard to get.”
“Then were you jealous? Worried I was having an affair with the girl who shaves me because I go there so often?”
It wasn’t a girl, it was a guy, and to be precise, the barber’s assistant was terrified of the boss. The first time we went together, he complimented my bare face, and the boss yelled at him, asking if he wanted his throat slit with a razor.
“Don’t be absurd.”
The boss chuckled, kneading my ass. Even though he was only half-hard, he rubbed his massive cock against me, and I knew it was pointless to resist.
“Soyoon, call me ‘husband’.”
“Husband, without the honorific?”
“Yeah. I like it better when you glare at me and call me ‘husband.’ I love it when you bite my dick and curse, and when you call me ‘husband.’”
The boss was serious, holding me tight against his cock, waiting for my answer. Knowing he wouldn’t let go until I said it, I was about to open my mouth when I heard,
“No way! Absolutely not! In this day and age, who chops off hands? No, ma’am.”
Han Doopil calmly denied it. Even though there must have been a sack full of severed hands by now, he was shaking his head and acting flustered.
“Seriously. I would never lie to you, Auntie. I’m running around looking at land, my feet are sweating.”
—Put that bastard on the phone! Should I come to Seoul right now? Should I go to Seoul and turn his business upside down?! Huh?! Put him on! Put him on, I said!!
At this point, someone had to take the call. The voice booming through the phone was the restaurant owner, and she was looking for her nephew.
“Take the…”
“Call me ‘husband,’ I said.”
But he wouldn’t budge. He pretended not to hear, even though he clearly did. So, I made an unavoidable choice.
“Husband, go answer your aunt’s call.”
The boss grinned and pecked my cheek. He pulled me closer, his eyes screaming his desire to kiss and suck on me. He was so stubborn.
“…Come on. She’s getting angry. Husband, she seems to be looking for you. Answer the phone.”
When I called him ‘husband’ again, the boss beamed, then took the phone Han Doopil handed him.
“Why do you keep calling?”
—You heartless bastard! Why do you think I’m calling? Your father’s birthday is just around the corner, and his only son is nowhere to be seen! How am I supposed to live?!
“Only son? He has five.”
—You’re the only one! Doesn’t Joo Gicheol favor you the most among all his sons?!
“How pointless.”
—Stop talking back and get down here now! It’s Joo Gicheol’s birthday! The world will end if you’re not there. If you don’t, I’m coming to Seoul and smashing up your place.
The boss continued to nuzzle me even while on the phone. It wasn’t a casual conversation, and he kept doing it, so I pushed him away, and he glared at me.
—You’re coming right now. Got it?
Before she could finish, the boss threw the phone. Then he suddenly grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, practically sucking the air out of my lungs.
A muffled moan escaped my lips as he devoured my tongue, stealing all my saliva. He pushed me against the hotel wall, thrusting his groin against me, and as Han Doopil picked up the discarded phone, he said,
“I’ll take the phone. Take your time.”
The boss ripped off my thin spring coat and threw off his own clothes. I was used to his sudden mood swings by now.
In the middle of a meal, while walking down the street, after brushing my teeth and getting dressed, at the entrance of Marine City… he’d suddenly turn into a beast, kissing and ravishing me.
“Why do you keep seducing me, Sunjung?”
When did I!
“Glaring and playing hard to get is driving me crazy. You’ve gained weight on your cheeks, you look so damn pretty. Go easy on me, husband. Okay?”
I had gained some weight. Like a healthy young man, I’d put on some muscle, and since I didn’t have to drown myself in alcohol anymore, my body had improved. But honestly, I didn’t think I was pretty, and if I gained any more weight, I’d look chubby. Yet, the boss was sucking on my cheeks, acting all lovey-dovey.
“That hurts!”
“My dick aches just looking at you.”
“Ugh… don’t bite…”
“Then who told you to be so pretty?”
The boss nibbled on my other cheek. It was soaked with saliva and tingling.
“…If you’re going to do it, wash up first.”
“Don’t I smell good?”
He did. He smelled of high-end wax, aftershave applied by the barber, and his signature minty scent. But if we started like this, we’d be going at it all night, so I needed to pace myself.
“I want to see your naked body.”
“Ah, that’s not a problem.”
The boss, oblivious to my intentions, took off his flamboyant shirt, a style he hadn’t abandoned even after coming to Seoul. He was instantly naked, his magnificent body so sexy it made me gulp. His cock, thicker and longer than a sweet potato, stood at attention against his six-pack abs. His hard chest, symmetrical shoulders and arms were all muscle, like a fighter.
“Here, look.”
He puffed out his chest.
“Want me to jerk it for you?”
The boss grabbed his erect cock and shook it. The sight of him holding his fully erect, dripping cock was truly arousing. Even though we’d had sex countless times, the sight of him masturbating was shockingly stimulating. Especially when the jaguar tattooed on his chest moved with each stroke, my mouth watered, and I suddenly wanted to ask,
“Why did you get a jaguar tattoo?”
“When I was in China, my godfather had a jaguar that mauled someone to death. It lunged, bit the guy’s neck, and ripped out his guts. It was exhilarating.”
…I was speechless. I thought he got the jaguar tattoo because it was sexy and resembled him… The boss truly had no morals.
“Why was that exhilarating… someone died…”
“He was my godfather’s favorite underling, but he hated me. A young kid suddenly shows up from Korea and takes the adopted son’s position, of course he’d want to kill me. He was waiting for a chance to get rid of me, but I got him first. Just as much as he wanted me gone, I wanted to fuck him over.”
The boss grinned, then, still stroking his hard cock, asked,
“Want to know how I fucked him over?”
I shook my head. It would be detrimental to my mental health.
“No, don’t tell me.”
The boss’s eyes suddenly changed. It wasn’t the lustful, seductive look he had while jerking off and grinning. He suddenly wiped away that playful glint, and then he spoke.
“Sunjung, don’t be afraid of me.”
“…….”
“You know I would never hurt you.”
I knew. I trusted him. I was completely within his domain, and there was no reason to be afraid of him anymore. He provided me with a comfortable present and a prosperous future, and all I had to do was live happily with him. Yet, the reason he sometimes scared me was simple.
“Because you still do bad things.”
The boss was still violent and cruel. Even if things were settled now, the trail of destruction he left behind was evident, and so were the things he’d done to me.
“I know you can’t change. I know you’ll keep doing it even if I tell you not to. But I believe you’ll mellow out with age.”
I didn’t know when, but the boss would age, and his sharp edge would soften. Even if he didn’t repent for everything he’d done, he would eventually wash his hands of it all.
“Don’t get your hopes up.”
“I know. Just saying.”
The boss’s hard cock twitched. It had been pressed against my stomach, swelling and throbbing, and I knew what to do.
“Should I suck it?”
He grinned, his thighs flexing. Then, as if inviting me, he raised his thick forearms and placed his hands behind his head. In this almost surrendering pose, he flexed his washboard abs and said,
“Yeah. Suck it. But you have to crawl over here.”
I threw off my knit sweater and, like the jaguar on his chest, got on all fours on the carpeted floor.
As I slowly crawled towards him, the boss’s jewel-like eyes glistened with lust. He licked his lips, watching my ass sway with each movement, and his ferociously erect cock throbbed, beckoning me closer.
“My wife is so fucking hot.”
I smiled at his crude words. My smile tightened his abs and thighs. I placed my hand on his thigh and said,
“It’s hot.”
“Is that all?”
“…It’s so big.”
The boss chuckled at my honest words. As I listened to his playful laughter, I took his cock in my mouth. As I sucked on its smooth surface, I felt his gaze.
“Is it hard?”
I shook my head, indicating I was fine. My jaw ached, but I sucked on his shaft and licked his glans with my tongue. Saliva dripped down my chin, and I coughed. The boss placed his large hand on my head.
“Look up at me.”
With his hot cock in my mouth, I did as he said. A tear rolled down my cheek, and the boss’s long, dark eyes narrowed.
“Sunjung, does husband’s cock taste good?”
My mouth burned, and my throat was numb. But sucking the boss’s cock was worthwhile. He showered me with a look of possessive lust, making me want to do more for him.
“…It, tastes good.”
At my clumsy reply, the boss pulled out. The pre-cum dripped down, making my chin tingle.
“My wife did me a favor, so now it’s my turn to return the service.”
The boss grinned and pulled me up, then kissed me, his lips still wet from my mouth. As we kissed, he carried me to the bed, and my body heated up. His hard cock slapped against my ass, and I moaned with pleasure.
“I like kissing.”
“Just kissing?”
“I like you too.”
“What about my dick?”
Instead of answering, I lunged forward and licked his lips. We lay on the bed, our bodies intertwined. With a wet slapping sound, our hot cocks rubbed against each other. The boss didn’t seem to be in a hurry to penetrate me. Instead, he kissed me deeply, nibbled on my cheek, and sucked on my neck like candy.
He devoured my chest, shoulder blades, pelvis, and the insides of my knees. He explored my entire body with possessive, lustful eyes, and I ended up cumming first.
“Haah…”
“Soyoon, did you like that?”
He licked me everywhere as if savoring something sweet. How could I not like it? I came without him even touching me, the sensation so intense that my hole was already tingling.
“Yes, I liked it.”
“Want me to suck your dick?”
“Don’t you want to put it in?”
I pointed at his ferociously erect cock, dripping with pre-cum. Even though it was making a mess, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to penetrate me.
“I’m savoring it.”
“Why are you savoring it?”
We were together every day, fucking morning and night. We did it whenever we wanted, there was no need to save it. Yet, instead of penetrating me, the boss pulled me onto his lap.
“Do you know when a man is in his prime?”
I wondered if he meant his twenties.
“When a man reaches his forties, he knows how to fuck best. When you’re young, you just fuck anyone, but when you hit forty, you become selective. You only fuck the kind of pussy you like, the kind of body you like, the kind of taste you like. That’s me right now.”
“…….”
“I go crazy just looking at you. The more I fuck you, the more I like it. I think about Sunjung all day long.”
His deep voice, whispering in my ear, was incredibly arousing.
“Your scent, your voice, the feeling of your long legs in my hands, the juice that flows out when I suck on your hole… it drives me crazy. Wouldn’t I want to savor it?”
He spread my ass cheeks and pushed his cock between them, making my hole tingle.
“We’ll do it every day, so don’t save it…”
“…….”
“If I’m your favorite, don’t hold back and devour me.”
With our foreheads touching, I gave him a pleading look. Our heated gazes locked, and he finally pressed his cock against my hole.
“Haa… so hot…”
The boss wasn’t in a hurry. I was. As if to acknowledge the hours we’d spent apart, I panted, my nipples tingling, and I bit his lip hard.
“Ouch. That hurts, Sunjung.”
But despite his words, the boss just grinned, his lips curling upwards where I’d bitten him. Then, suddenly, he thrust inside.
“Ah! Joo Geonwoo!”
A hot pillar of flesh filled me completely. Even though I wasn’t particularly tight, I clenched around him, stars flashing before my eyes.
“Haa…!”
“Sunjung, we have to take it slow today. If I devour you too quickly, I’ll be hungry later.”
I couldn’t hear his words. He wasn’t thrusting into me roughly like usual, and it was driving me crazy. I tried to move my hips, but he held them tight.
“I said we have to take it slow.”
“Ha, ah… why… you’re teasing me… why…”
I clung to his neck, moaning, and the boss raised his dark, seductive eyebrows and chuckled.
“I’m trying to be nice, and you’re like this. Is this how my wife always is?”
He teased me, looking at my flushed face. He was taking his time, even with his ferocious cock inside me, and it was frustrating.
“Don’t you want to do it?”
“Of course, I want to. It’s with you, how could I not want to?”
“Then why… uh!”
Suddenly, the boss pushed down on my hips, burying the rest of his cock inside me. My ass felt like it was splitting open, and I screamed.
“Aagh!!”
“Sunjung, I can’t live without you. I go crazy if I don’t fuck you. We won’t be able to do this for a few days, so let’s take it slow. Okay?”
I think I heard him shushing me, but I couldn’t focus. He’d buried himself deep inside me, holding my hips, and I was paralyzed, as if electrocuted.
“Haa… haa…”
“See, I told you we should take it slow.”
I came instantly. He hit a spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t breathe, my head thrown back.
“Sunjung, look at me. Do you like husband’s cock that much?”
His large hands wrapped around my lower back. The movement brushed his cock against my inner walls, sending shivers through my body.
“Ahh… good… haa…”
“My Sunjung is getting wetter these days. You’ve learned the taste of husband’s cock, so you’re pregnant now, right?”
The boss lowered his head and sucked on my nipples, licking and biting them playfully.
“Ahh… that hurts!”
He ignored my protests, sucking on them like a hungry child. Then he moved his hips, thrusting upwards, and his already spent cock hardened again, leaking pre-cum.
“I just came!”
“Your husband didn’t. Sunjung, keep sucking. Ha. Your pussy tastes so good.”
Unable to hold back any longer, the boss pinned my arms and started thrusting. His powerful strokes pounded my lower abdomen, ravaging me. My hole clenched and unclenched around him, and he pushed me down onto the mattress.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Good? Does my Sunjung like it?”
“Ah! Fu… fuck! I like it!”
Soaked, I screamed as if having a seizure. The boss stopped moving and looked down at me. I wondered what was wrong when he held out his finger.
“Open your mouth.”
I obeyed, sucking on his finger like candy. Joo Geonwoo’s sharp eyes softened.
“Reminds me of our first time.”
“…….”
“You were crying and begging me to spare you. So fucking sexy.”
Sexy, my ass. I felt my life was in danger. I sang for him because he asked me to, and he suddenly dragged me away like he was going to kill me and stripped me naked. Just thinking about it made me shudder.
“You know that was a crime, right?”
The boss tilted his head and retorted.
“You’re the one who committed the crime, Sunjung. ‘Born before you, I’ve only been waiting for you.’ That was practically a confession.”
I was speechless. How could he interpret it that way?
“Where did you learn to seduce people like that? You were practically singing for my love. Should I have resisted?”
The boss turned the tables, claiming I was the one who seduced him. He insisted that remembering that day still made his head spin and his heart pound.
Just thinking about that day made me feel sick, so I shook my head. It was a clear crime, something that should never happen again, but it was like talking to a brick wall with Joo Geonwoo.
“You liked me too, Sunjung.”
“…….”
“If I hadn’t liked you back, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back either, would you?”
The boss’s jewel-like eyes sparkled. He grinned, his eyes urging me to agree. What would change even if I denied it?
“You’re right. If you hadn’t liked me back, something bad would’ve happened.”
“What bad thing?”
What bad thing? We would’ve just lived our own lives in our own worlds.
The boss would’ve seen me as just a host, and I would’ve called him an ignorant thug, and we would’ve lived our separate lives.
“We wouldn’t be doing this, that would be the bad thing.”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around the boss’s shoulders, rubbing my erection against him, and he thrust his hips.
“Uh! Ha!”
“Sunjung’s right. Fuck, does it make sense that we wouldn’t be fucking like this? That would be a fucking disaster.”
As if it truly were a disaster, the boss started thrusting, his cock leaking, soaking the sheets and dripping down my legs. The burning sensation in my hole, coupled with his cock, and his balls slapping against my ass, brought me close to another orgasm.
“Haa! St, stop! Stop… haa!!”
The boss thrust wildly, his brow furrowed, his hand grabbing my hair, pushing deeper, making it feel like my insides were on fire. He pounded into me so hard and fast I thought I was going to die.
Unable to hold back any longer, I came again, my cum splattering on his chest.
“Agh!!”
“Wow, Sunjung’s going to get pregnant today. Cumming all over my dick like you’re trying to break it.”
The boss watched me cum, his brow furrowed. He patted my chest as I panted, his own cock swollen and ready to burst.
“Haa… boss… good?”
“Of course, it’s fucking amazing with my Sunjung. Your pussy is the best.”
I’m the best pussy, the honey pussy. I pressed my forehead against his, ignoring his cheesy joke. I looked down and saw my cum splattered on his firm chest.
“Are we… not going to be able to do this for a few days?”
“Use informal speech in times like these.”
“…We can’t do it for a few days?”
“Well, two, three days?”
“Why, why not? …Huh!”
“Because that shitty house is going to attract all sorts of mongrels. We could do it if we wanted to, but only I should smell your pussy, so you have to stay put. Fuck, what if those bastards hear us fucking?”
The boss suddenly started thrusting hard, showing off his strength, his large, hard muscles pushing into me. Even though I’d already come, it felt so good I was going crazy.
He kept pounding into me with relentless force. He pushed me to the limit, and my soaked hole gurgled, leaking white foam. The sheets were wet and clinging to my skin, making it even more erotic.
“Haa! Haah!”
Flushed, I kept cumming. The boss, his face contorted with pleasure, nibbled on my earlobe.
Agh—fuck, you bastard, you bitch. We cursed and moaned, our bodies intertwined. I clenched around him, and he gripped my hips, relentlessly pistoning his ferocious cock inside me.
“Haaaaa!!”
“Fuck!”
The boss lifted my legs high, revealing my soaked, gaping hole. His eyes glued to it, he thrust again. The bed shook, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. The boss panted, groaning like an animal, and I, lost in lust, waited for him to fill my mouth with his cum.
“Ah!! Boss! Hurry!”
I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth. The boss, his eyes sharp, said,
“You’re trying to kill me again.”
Instead of cum, he shoved his fingers into my mouth, roughly thrusting into me while also ravaging my mouth. I choked and coughed, my head thrown back. His fingers pushed deeper, grabbing and pulling on my tongue.
“No, no!”
“I’m close. Take more! Huh?”
Pleasure and pain hit me simultaneously. The boss thrust his hips, his jaw clenched. He devoured my hole as if he’d been saving himself for this moment, filling me with his cum, leaving nothing behind.
“Fuck, Lee Soyoon!”
The ceiling spun. The boss, on top of me, panted heavily, continuing to spill his seed inside me. A hot moan escaped his lips, and he shuddered on top of me like a roaring beast. His large, door-like shoulders heaved, his cock still buried inside me, reminding me of how wild and ferocious he was.
“Haa, I’m going to die fucking you.”
“…….”
“Even at the moment of my death, I’ll be inside Lee Soyoon…”
I couldn’t hear the rest. The boss’s voice faded away like an echo in a cave. I came again, collapsing in his arms. After a while,
The boss, holding me close, poked my cheek. When I didn’t react, he rubbed his spent cock against my nipple. His rock-hard thighs, his sweat-slicked arms, his massive chest and back felt so alive, like a god.
For the first time, I thought he looked like a god, and I closed my eyes.
Fucking… that was amazing sex.
The boss sucked and licked me until dawn. When I opened my eyes, they were puffy from all the sucking, and my body was covered in his marks.
So dumbfounded, I asked the boss, who was just coming out of the bathroom, “Do you even have a conscience?” He, with his ridiculously large cock still exposed, replied,
“Lee Soyoon’s the one without a conscience.”
“…….”
“You were milking me dry, wouldn’t let go even when I tried to pull out.”
I almost threw a cushion at his chuckling face. Of course, even if I did, he’d still laugh and call me feisty while adoring me.
“My back hurts.”
“Come here.”
“Did you get rid of the cum?”
“I sucked it all out with my mouth…”
Figures. I lifted one leg onto the boss’s stomach as he climbed onto the bed. I placed my foot on his washboard abs, and he grinned.
“Want a morning fuck?”
“No.”
“Why not? I think it’d be nice.”
The boss grabbed my foot and licked my ankle, then climbed on top of me. I saw the wall clock over his shoulder.
“It’s ten. Aren’t you being too lazy?”
The boss was a punctual man. He slept very little, always operating on a strict schedule.
Even after having sex until dawn, he’d always wake up before me and get ready for work. He’d come back before lunch to spend time with me.
He was a gangster, but incredibly diligent and decisive. He was extremely neat, borderline OCD, and had strong political views. He’d taught himself Chinese and Japanese, was well-versed in tax law, and was sharp when it came to money, but surprisingly bad at gambling.
Once, the four of us—Kalbang, Han Doopil, the boss, and I—played Go-Stop, and the boss lost every single hand, Han Doopil sweeping up all the money. To be precise, the boss wasn’t even trying to win, but he had absolutely no interest in gambling. He knew the rules of Mahjong, Janggi, and other games, but was surprisingly weak when it came to romance.
He’d grin from ear to ear if I showed even a hint of affection, and always picked romance movies. He loved flowers, always filling the hotel room with vases full of them, and never hesitated to say “I love you.”
Sometimes, he was even more proactive and open-minded than me, making me wonder if he was deliberately trying to bridge the age gap.
Like right now.
“Sunjung, how do I feel about you?”
“You love me.”
“And?”
“You like me.”
“And?”
“You’ve thrown your entire devotion at me.”
The boss beamed, then sucked on my still-warm body. “I want to grind you up and swallow you whole. What should I do?” he said, but his cheesy lines weren’t cheesy anymore. He was the embodiment of a lovesick fool.
“Would you meet me again if you were reborn?”
“Of course, I’d have to meet Boss Joo again even if I was reborn. You’d chase after me even if I said no.”
If I were reborn, I’d hope he wouldn’t do bad things, but that was just wishful thinking. And there was no guarantee I wouldn’t become a host again. We were like a B-grade movie, two of a kind meeting, falling for each other, and then ending.
It was crazy enough that I’d been falsely accused and ended up working at a third-rate host bar in a seaside town, but to fall for a morally bankrupt gangster there… reality was stranger than fiction.
“Fuck, I’m getting horny again.”
At the boss’s words, I involuntarily glanced behind me. I was hungry.
“Why are you being so cautious?”
“Because I’m hungry.”
The boss placed his hand on my flat stomach.
“Is my Sunjung pregnant?”
I glared at him, grumbling about his unfunny and unnecessary sexual harassment. He chuckled, pulled me into his arms, and spun me around, setting me down on his lap. He picked up the phone in the room.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Korean food. Course A.”
The boss ordered breakfast and went back to kissing and sucking on me. We fooled around until the food arrived, and then, as usual, I sat on his lap and ate. I ate rice wrapped in dried seaweed and seasoned oyster muchim. It wasn’t as good as the food in Yeonsan, but I was hungry, so anything would do.
After breakfast, I was about to drink the iced tea the boss had ordered when there was a knock, and Han Doopil’s voice came through.
“I’m here.”
“Come in.”
He entered the room with his hands full of something that looked heavy and expensive.
“What do these Seoul bastards eat? It took me ten days to find a single ginseng. It’s so hard to find a bottle of decent liquor for the old man, how am I supposed to live in Seoul?”
“Was CEO Jang giving you a hard time?”
“Hell yeah. Yesterday, he was all smiles, but when I asked him for some liquor, he brought me some watered-down crap, so I almost smashed his head in.”
I suddenly remembered that the boss and Han Doopil had met with a liquor distributor yesterday. I thought they were securing supplies for Marine City, but it seemed like that wasn’t the case.
“If it’s hard-to-find liquor, you could ask Sunny’s mom.”
“Who’s that?”
“She’s an aunt who used to be a dancer for the US military bases. She can get her hands on anything.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“How was I supposed to know?”
Han Doopil reverted to formal speech. He grumbled about not even having time to shit because of this errand and left. Looking at the items wrapped in gold cloth, I asked,
“Are we going to Yeonsan?”
“Why, don’t you want to go?”
“It’s not that, you seemed indifferent about it.”
Since he threw his phone, the boss hadn’t mentioned anything about it. He was obsessed with me, as if blinded by lust.
“Sunjung, how do you want me to treat you?”
“What?”
What was he talking about?
“Of course, you’re my wife, we’ll have a ceremony, exchange rings, and all that. But you don’t have to act like the other daughters-in-law in the Joo family.”
I blinked, confused. I was his wife, but I didn’t have to act like his daughters-in-law?
“I know Lee Soyoon’s temper better than anyone, so I won’t mind, but don’t pretend to be obedient just to appease them. Do whatever you want. No matter what happens, I’ll take your side, not theirs.”
The boss wasn’t grinning. He seemed serious about me not holding back, as he played with my fingers and continued,
“Go and see for yourself what a fucked-up family I grew up in, how loved I was.”
“…….”
“It would be nice if you got on the old man’s good side, but it doesn’t matter. So, Soyoon, do whatever you want.”
The boss finally grinned, then patted my cheek and started packing clothes for me.
I watched his broad back as he stood in front of the closet, carefully selecting clothes. He slowly packed his and my clothes into the Boston bag, especially meticulous when choosing mine.
His broad back, long arms and legs, the muscles rippling with each movement, his firm ass… I knew how hot his ass felt against my hole, and the thought of this man, Boss Joo, being mine made my chest ache.
I crawled into bed and lay there, watching him. I pulled the sheet over myself, and the boss, as if sensing my gaze, turned his head and grinned.
“Sunjung, admiring me?”
“Yeah. I like looking at you.”
“What do you like looking at the most?”
Your face. The ageless aura, the raw, almost brutal innocence. The sly look in your eyes, thinking about something else even while saying you only have eyes for me. And your stubborn possessiveness, insisting on living with me.
I didn’t know what I liked about this man. I didn’t know why I liked him, I just did. I wanted the aging Joo Geonwoo to grow old and die under my care. It was hard to imagine a weakened Joo Geonwoo, but if he wanted to die with his cock inside me, I’d grant his wish.
“Make sure you die while having sex with me.”
At my words, the boss stopped folding my favorite t-shirt. Then, as if pleased with my words, he grinned, his dark, attractive eyebrows curving downwards.
“Don’t worry. I’m the kind of guy who prays to Buddha to die while fucking you.”
I chuckled, listening to the words of the man with the most grotesque cock in the world. It was a morning, about a month and a half after we arrived in Seoul.