Episode 60. A Good-Bad Guy, a Just-Bad Guy, and a Weird Guy (3)

The one who couldn’t quite decide whether he was good or bad had left—only for a truly bad one to take his place.
If she were actually in a relationship with Juyul, maybe she could understand this level of rage.
But to think he’d get this angry over a bond sealed by nothing more than a contract?

…No, if she was honest, she had seen it coming. When he started with all that “my Guide” talk… it was already a little suspicious.

The problem was, his obsession didn’t feel like the kind that came from love or affection.
If anything, it felt more like how someone might treat a shiny new toy they’d just gotten—the kind they really didn’t want to share.

But now, as she looked into those ice-cold blue eyes—frozen over like a glacier—Sodam realized the truth:
She’d let her guard down.

Each step Juyul took toward her, while she averted her gaze and bit her tongue, sent a wave of freezing cold through the air that made her shiver uncontrollably.
And when his fingers—cold enough to stick to her skin—gripped her chin and tilted it upward, she flinched.

“Look at me, Maeng Sodam.”

“…”

“Don’t look away. I’m seriously about to lose it.”

The words, bitten out through clenched teeth, were thick with fury held just barely in check. Startled, Sodam snapped her gaze back to him—but the emotions flooding from his eyes were too much to face, and her gaze dropped again almost immediately.

His grip on her chin tightened.

“Ah, that hurts…”

“If even this hurts, then what gave you the confidence to drag Cha Seonghwa into this?”

“I—I didn’t drag him into anything!”

“So what, you’re saying he came onto you? For what reason?”

“That’s…”

If she admitted it out loud—this thing that should have stayed between the two of them—the already fragile thread between her and Juyul might fray beyond repair. If it had been a harmless secret, maybe she could have explained, but something this big… it was better left unsaid.

She shut her mouth again.

Juyul let out a bitter, scornful laugh, the anger in his eyes barely contained.

“Wow. So you two already have secrets in that short amount of time?”

“…”

“If I’d known you were this good at seducing people, I would’ve just tied you up from the beginning.”

“…W-What does that mean…”

“You’re only supposed to seduce me. You should only look at me, only think about me. …That’s what our contract is, isn’t it?”

Contract.

She had never put much weight on that word—not even the childish clause about not showing up late. But hearing it now, in a moment like this, chilled her straight to the bone.

No, it’s probably just cold in the room… that’s all…

Then pain struck—sharp and unexpected. Juyul’s hand, slipping through the open part of her shirt, shoved up her bra and gripped her chest harshly. Only then did Sodam become fully aware of her disheveled state. Her ears flushed a deep red.

“So you’re relaxed with Cha Seonghwa but embarrassed around me? I guess you’ve been seeing him behind my back a lot, huh.”

“…Ah, it hurts—it hurts, please, gentler, ah!”

“I don’t have any intention of being considerate like that bastard. You’ve done this kind of thing enough times already—why would you need me to go easy on you?”

His touch was filled with intent—to hurt, not to comfort.
It was unfamiliar, terrifying. Since becoming physically involved with him, she had never once felt fear like this. But now, it dominated her.

It didn’t take long before her flimsy pajama pants were yanked down.

He bit off his glove and dropped it, then immediately thrust his fingers inside her. She wasn’t wet in the slightest—everything felt painfully tight—yet he forced his way in, deliberately making a squelching sound as if to mock her.

“You’re swallowing two fingers this easily? So you were just pretending to be shy, huh?”

“That’s… because… we already… this morning… ngh!”

“…You even know how to talk like you’re trying to turn a man on. Did you learn that from him, too?”

His motions weren’t meant to prepare her, only to punish her.
When he intentionally scraped along the most sensitive parts, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure sent sharp confusion through her body.

She tried to squirm away, to escape the awful sensation—but Juyul’s hand clamped tightly around her waist, preventing it.

“Trying to run? Run where?”

“…Nnngh—ah!”

“When I don’t let you go, there’s nowhere you can run. You’d better carve that deep into your head.”

The moment she heard those words, thick with obsession, she knew for sure—she was fucked. Was there any better way to describe this situation? Without giving Sodam’s body even a moment to adjust, fingers that had become three, then four, drove into her inner walls, prompting a natural response of fluid meant to block the intrusion.

Even just by looking at Sodam’s face, it should have been obvious she wasn’t feeling anything at all, yet Juyul only gave her a crooked smile and placed the blame on her.

“Is this what you call feeling stimulated?”

“I’m not— It hurts, Se— Please, just… slow down…”

“Talkative, aren’t you. After getting my fingers this wet.”

He pulled his fingers out of her tight heat and held them up, as if to show off. Then, smearing the fluid across Sodam’s cheek and chin, Juyul shoved his fingers straight into her mouth. His thick digits filled her completely, and he forced her stiff tongue between his index and middle fingers, rubbing it roughly.

Her slick tongue was ravaged, and with the base of it pressed down, a gag reflex kicked in. With her airway partially blocked, saliva went down the wrong way, and she choked, trying to spit his fingers out. But he pressed her lips with his wet fingers, forcing her mouth back open.

His hand, gripping her lower jaw tightly, guided Sodam’s head down onto his shaft.

“Suck. Before I ram it in as is.”

Heat radiated from the exposed tip into her parted mouth. It felt even hotter because the air around them was biting cold. Afraid that clumsy hands might only provoke him further, she gripped the small zipper with her teeth and pulled it down.

For some reason, that act seemed to anger Juyul even more. He seized the back of her neck with force.

Her neck muscles were pressed down, making her head tilt up involuntarily, and the position made her rub against him naturally. Sodam’s face flushed deep red.

“With lips that move this well, I should’ve been using them more often, huh?”

He didn’t seem to expect an answer. Without waiting, he forced Sodam’s head downward. At this point, Sodam had no choice but to enter a state of resignation. Juyul, clearly consumed by madness, had no intention of stopping until she was completely broken—and there was nowhere she could escape from those eyes of his.

‘Stuck between these damn lunatics, and I’m the only one getting wrecked. Fucking hell…’

Once he got it out of his system, he’d probably regain his composure. Sodam knew that part of the reason he was this enraged was because she’d kept her mouth shut, stubbornly trying to protect a friendship. She felt a faint sense of responsibility for that.

It would’ve been a lie to say the roughened touch and forceful movements didn’t scare her. But she believed that if she could at least steady her mind, this situation might not feel quite so unbearable.

Letting out a silent sigh, Sodam opened her mouth toward the tightly fastened buckle. No matter how fine the clothing, anything that rubbed against bare skin repeatedly was bound to feel harsh. By the time she finally managed to undo the buckle, her lips and the corners of her mouth were already swollen and red.

With great effort, she managed to tug down his underwear with her lips and finally freed the throbbing shaft inside. Already swollen and twitching, the pillar filled her mouth as she forced it in from the tip, and a salty tang quickly spread across her tongue. Mixed with Juyul’s natural scent was the faint aroma of soap—identical to hers—which left her momentarily stunned.

Propping herself up on the bed, she moved her mouth diligently, enough that wet sounds echoed with each motion.

Her jaw began to ache from staying open so long, and her tongue grew stiff. No matter how thoroughly she licked and rubbed the head, it only seemed to swell more, showing no sign of release.

Rather than using her hands like she had before, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in. She couldn’t swallow the whole length, but she pushed it in far enough that even the space between her teeth was filled with his flesh. That alone, she felt, was the best she could manage.

Just as she was about to move her head slowly, the hand gripping the back of her neck slid up to her crown, yanking her head back with force.

“Kh… huk…!”

A sensation like her throat had been punched rushed through her, triggering a cough. As her mouth instinctively tightened around him, Juyul’s brow furrowed deeply. He moved her head without the slightest regard for her breathing, making it feel as though even the inside of her mouth was being violated.

His shaft jabbed at her soft cheeks, scraped against the ridged roof of her mouth, and thoroughly defiled every inch within. Then, with a twitch, it released thick liquid in bursts.

There was no chance to pull away—Juyul only gripped her head more firmly. Against her will, she had no choice but to swallow the cum pooling beneath her tongue.

It wasn’t until her throat began to ache so badly she couldn’t swallow anymore that his shaft finally slipped out of her mouth. The semen she hadn’t managed to swallow went down the wrong pipe, and she coughed reflexively, spraying a mix of spit and cloudy fluid onto the bedsheets in scattered droplets.

Even after the coughing subsided, there was no time to catch her breath. Juyul shoved her upper body back, forcing her down onto the bed, then grabbed the insides of her thighs and spread them apart.

When he pressed his now-hard again length directly against her entrance, without any warning, a wave of unease surged through her.

“Are y—you… cough… planning to put it in just like that…?”