Episode 12

At the crude words, Sohee’s eyebrows momentarily furrowed. Gye Won-ho grasped her sagging breasts in his hands, unable to resist their weight.

As he pinched her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle tug, a moist sigh escaped from Sohee’s lips.

“Haah… hngh.”

Her gaze, clouded with sensitivity and damp with emotion, fixed on the man who, unlike her bare state, was fully clothed.

Her eyes lingered on the line of his neck, visible through the collar of his shirt, tracing the thick vein that pulsed along the skin, adorned with a writhing tattoo. She tried to focus on it, desperate for distraction, even as her body trembled uncontrollably, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations.

“Can’t focus? Thinking about the customers who sucked on these breasts?”

Damn it. His large hands squeezed her chest roughly, as if wringing it out.

“Ah!”

She cried out sharply, her back arching in reaction. At that moment, her nipple was caught between his firm teeth, biting down with deliberate pressure.

The man, pressing her writhing body down with his weight, trapped the sensitive nub between his teeth. He nibbled persistently while his hot tongue teased and tormented it, mercilessly keeping her on edge.

“Even the color of your nipples resembles you.”

The calloused tip of his rough finger rubbed against the opposite hardened peak. As a searing wave of pleasure coursed through her, Sohee’s head tilted back involuntarily.

The intense sensation surging from below made her calves tighten, her toes curling inward as she braced against the overwhelming stimulation.

“Ah… ahh…”

A soft moan escaped from Sohee’s throat, drawing Gye Won-ho’s gaze upward. He fixed his eyes on her, her flushed face enveloped in heat, her slightly parted crimson lips trembling faintly.

Her hypersensitive reactions, responding sharply to every touch, made his expression twist in an odd mixture of amusement and something darker.

“Already feeling it, huh?” he muttered, a hint of mockery in his tone.

As Gye Won-ho sucked forcefully on her now-slick nipple, his cheeks hollowing with effort, a sharp moan escaped from Sohee’s lips.

“Mmng…!”

The rough sound of his breathing, heavy and relentless, filled the air like waves crashing over her.

“You’re such a little brat, so shameless,” he muttered.

“P-please, stop…” Sohee stammered, shaking her head as she clung to his shoulders. The intense heat welling up inside her body was overwhelming, surging beyond what she could bear.

“Stop? Sweetheart,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery.

“…”

“You’re already soaking wet down there,” he added bluntly.

“Ah…!” Sohee gasped, her voice catching as his veined hand slid between her legs without hesitation.

Sitting up slightly, Gye Won-ho tugged down her panties, now wet and nearly translucent, until they pooled around her ankles.

As his calloused palm swept teasingly over her damp mound, mocking her arousal, the thin fluid pooled between her folds spilled down, trickling through the sparse patch of hair below.

“Stop pretending to be shy and spread properly,” he ordered.

Reaching into his back pocket, Gye Won-ho pulled out a condom. Using his knee, he widened the space between her thighs, positioning himself in place. The man quickly rolled the condom over his swollen tip, then gripped Sohee’s hips, pulling her closer with firm hands.

“Your throat’s tight, and so is this.”

With the sharp gaze of a predator, Gye Won-ho stared at her trembling entrance. Letting out a low grunt of frustration, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Sohee’s soft buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart.

As their lower bodies pressed closely together, he positioned his broad, swollen tip against her wet and quivering folds.

“…Mmng!”

Sohee whimpered, her body instinctively tensing at the sensation.

The hot, firm flesh rubbed indiscriminately against her parted folds. His broad tip pressed insistently, kneading her hidden clitoris with slow, deliberate movements, slick with her arousal. It continued to tease, parting her sparse, damp pubic hair before slipping over her inner lips.

The pressure against her quivering entrance grew increasingly intense, the motion threatening to push inside at any moment with even the slightest force. It was an agonizingly precarious rhythm, teetering on the edge.

Trapped in his embrace, Sohee could only gasp for air, her senses overwhelmed by the faint scent of sweat mingling with his deep, musky presence.

The smooth latex covering his blunt tip slid against her soft, tender flesh, creating friction that left her increasingly drenched below. The wetness spread, pooling as the motions continued, making everything even slicker.

Overwhelmed by the surge of sensations, Sohee, with tear-brimmed eyes, buried her face against his firm shoulder, seeking refuge.

“You might want to show your face,” he murmured, his voice dripping with teasing dominance.

“Ugh… hngh…” she whimpered in response, her breath hitching.

“It’ll help me finish faster,” he added, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Gye Won-ho forcefully grasped Sohee’s chin, tilting her face until their gazes met. “Pretty,” he muttered under his breath, pressing his lips firmly against her cheekbone. At the same time, he began to slowly push the condom-clad tip of his length into her trembling entrance.

“Hoo…” he exhaled deeply.

“Ah… hngh!”

Sohee gasped sharply, her eyes widening in shock as her breathing grew heavier. A suppressed moan escaped her lips as her vision blurred, darkening at the edges. Her pale, trembling hand clenched tightly, her knuckles white with tension as her body struggled to adjust to the intrusion.

The man’s gaze moved from her dilated pupils and the rise and fall of her chest to where their bodies met.

Despite the steady trickle of her arousal, the impossibly tight entrance barely managed to take in the tip of his head. Even that slight intrusion had Sohee’s delicate face paling as she twisted her hips instinctively, struggling to adjust.

“Ugh… Ahjusshi, please… just a moment, hngh…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and discomfort.

The man pulled his hips back slightly before attempting to push in again, but the impossibly tight entrance refused to yield. Letting out a shallow breath, he clicked his tongue in frustration.

“Relax. It’s too stiff. You’re not a rookie, are you?” he muttered irritably.

Once more, the swollen tip forced its way against the resistant opening. The sheer pressure and unfamiliar pain drained the color from Sohee’s face. Her reddened, tearful eyes were damp, as though they might spill over at any moment.

“Hngh… ah… it hurts!” she cried out, her voice breaking as she trembled beneath him.

Sohee let out a sharp, piercing scream as her lower abdomen clenched tightly, her body thrashing violently in protest.

The man stilled his movements, his brows furrowing deeply. His displeasure was evident in the sharp glint of his narrowed eyes. Straightening his back, his throbbing length swayed above her abdomen, swollen and engorged as if on the verge of bursting.

His intense gaze dropped to her flushed, reddened mound, the expression in his dark eyes turning colder, more calculating. Under the harsh fluorescent light, the sight before him told a story he hadn’t expected—a virginal entrance, untouched and perfectly sealed.

The small peak of her clitoris remained hidden beneath a delicate layer of skin, while the soft, wing-like folds bore the same light hue as her nipples, unmarked and pristine. It was an image of purity, starkly contrasting the tension in the room.

A harsh expression darkened Gye Won-ho’s face as he used one hand to spread Sohee’s soft flesh apart, revealing the slick, glistening opening that slowly parted under his touch. The quivering, flushed inner walls twitched slightly, and as he stared at them, a crack seemed to form in his composed demeanor.

“Damn it, you…” he growled, a savage curse spilling from his lips as his expression hardened.

At that moment, a knock sounded on the door of the rooftop room.

Startled by the sudden noise, Sohee flinched and began to squirm, her panic evident. The sharpness in Gye Won-ho’s gaze intensified as it snapped to her.

“Who told you to move?” he hissed, his tone dangerously low.

“S-someone’s… someone’s outside,” she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

Sohee wondered if he hadn’t heard the knock, but the man showed no indication of caring. He didn’t even glance toward the door, his focus entirely elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Sohee, lying naked and vulnerable beneath him, grew increasingly anxious. The unlocked door could easily be opened with just a turn of the handle. She had no idea who might be visiting at this hour, but the thought of anyone seeing her in such a humiliating state was unbearable.

Panicking, she pushed against his shoulders in a desperate attempt to get him off of her. He exhaled slowly, his breath rumbling deep in his throat as his expression darkened.

“You…” he growled, his voice a warning.

“Hyung-nim,” a voice called from outside, interrupting the moment.

Whatever Gye Won-ho was about to say was cut off by the unfamiliar voice of a man beyond the door. While Sohee was paralyzed with fear, he remained unnervingly calm, as if the commotion outside didn’t concern him at all.

However, for a fleeting moment, an unreadable expression flickered across his gaze as he looked down at her before disappearing entirely.

Another knock, this time sharper and tinged with urgency, broke the tense silence.

“Hyung-nim, Jang Taek-gi has been found dead,” the voice called out, laden with unease.

Gye Won-ho closed his eyes briefly, exhaling as if weary, before opening them again. His jaw tightened, the muscles clenching visibly as he ground his teeth. Rising abruptly, he roughly shoved his fully erect length back into his pants.

The condom, yanked off with little care, was left discarded on the floor, rolling haphazardly across the linoleum.

As he made his way to the door, he paused and turned to look at Sohee. His darkened eyes swept over her trembling, bewildered form before he bent down to grab his coat from the floor.

“Use this money to buy yourself some underwear,” he said coldly, tossing a bill in her direction without a second glance.

He dropped an envelope from his pocket onto the floor with a casual flick and draped his coat over Sohee’s bare body. Without another word, the man turned his back firmly and left, the sound of the door closing signaling his departure.

Sohee lay there for a moment, overwhelmed, her heart pounding violently against her ribs. The warmth and scent lingering on the heavy coat that covered her only made her chest tighten further.

Barely pulling herself together, she stood shakily, wrapping the coat around her trembling body. In a flurry of panic, she scrambled to gather her scattered clothes from the floor. Her fingers clenched tightly around the envelope he had left behind.

The weight of what the envelope implied hit her like a cold wave. Returning the money made it clear: what had just happened wasn’t intimacy—it felt transactional, like she had been paid for services rendered.

“What do I do…”

She whispered, her voice quivering as the realization sank in, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.

Tears, just barely dried, welled up in Sohee’s eyes again, spilling over and dripping down her cheeks. She wiped them away with the back of her hand, swallowing her sorrowful sobs as best as she could.

Behind the wave of regret was a jumble of emotions so chaotic she couldn’t make sense of them herself.

Her trembling fingers fumbled to fasten the buttons of her cardigan, the task slow and unsteady. Clutching her jeans in one hand, she glanced around the room, searching for her missing underwear. The panties that had been around her ankles earlier were nowhere to be found.

Too drained to continue looking, Sohee sank to the floor, burying her face between her knees. The oversized coat, draped loosely over her slight frame, slid down as it enveloped her. Its warmth and size were oddly comforting, but that comfort only made her more aware of her exhaustion and the confusion swirling in her mind.

As she sat there, she couldn’t help but replay the events that had unfolded. She had thought he would see things through to the end, especially after turning back the way he came. But he hadn’t.

The image of him staring down at her for what felt like an eternity lingered in her mind.

‘Was it because he thought my body was dirty? That I was no better than a woman who sells herself?’

The thought clawed at her, pulling her further into a spiral of shame and self-doubt.