When The Phone Rings

Chapter 46

/contains mature scenes/
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11 P.M.

Heeju put the negotiating phone to her ear, looking deadpan.

“She had some surgery in Germany, which apparently took quite a while.”
“She can hear fine now.”
“I suppose, your job is done.”

Baek Sa-eon’s hands, which had been intertwined the whole time, suddenly fell apart.

‘When my sister comes….’

A shadow like me will disappear at once. The familiar feeling of resignation came over me like fear. The threatening phone calls, the divorce I believed was necessary, everything seemed to be for naught.

A night of conflicted desires: wistful longing battling with unwavering conviction.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I wanted to hold on to something, anything, as I felt like I was going to float away. I wished I could be selfish. A self that could embrace its true, broken nature.

Fortunately, she had one place to act willfully.

― “Hello.”

Heeju’s lips parted, “I heard the Blue House spokesman is actually dealing with something else.”

A wave of coldness washed over me as I clutched the phone. I was truly sick of this.

What good is this really going to do? Maybe I’ve been dreaming something stupid all this time.

“I’m going to expose everything…”
― “Is that so?”

His voice was cold, yet carried a hint of a smile.

“If I expose your scandal, you’ll be ruined at once…”

― “I thought you’d be scared enough to run away. But you still called.”
“…!”
“I hoped you would understand how terrifying the world is and stop. If 406 wants to keep this up, let’s keep this threat on schedule.”

‘Is he being sarcastic?’

Heeju rolled her eyes in confusion.
― “Have you picked another victim besides me?”

She lost her train of thought for a moment.

― “I’m just here, eagerly waiting for my scary blackmailer.”
“…..!”
― “If you’re playing around with others, don’t you think I’d get angry?”

Heeju was dumbfounded.

― “Isn’t tormenting me enough? After all, it’s more fun to suffocate one than trying to lure others.”

What is he going on about?

― “Can’t you send threats on time?”
“That…”
― “Here I’m anxiously waiting for my blackmailer’s call.”
“…..”
― “I absolutely hate people who are late, and that includes blackmailers. How are you going to make it up to me?”

Heeju could hear Sa-eon inhaling smoke leisurely.

― “Of course, there has to be a penalty.”
“What?” Without thinking, she replied in a respectful tone.
― “What are you wearing right now?”
Her overheated phone clung sticky to her palm.
― “I think we should start by taking something off.”

And it was a strange impulse.

“I’m curious about Hong Heeju’s language.”
“Son-in-law… Do you have a woman?”
“In-ah is coming back, I hear.”

The weight of anxiety pressed down on her chest like a burning ember. Heeju couldn’t bear this situation that was crushing her from the inside out and drying her blood.

She didn’t want to think ugly, pathetic thoughts for even one second. She didn’t want to feel anything. But the words kept provoking her.

And so, her anger exploded.

“If I really took it off, what would you do?”
— “…!”

She quickly pulled down her pants, speaking provocatively.

“You wouldn’t dare touch me… What could you even do?”
— “What was your most satisfying s3xual experience?”

No matter how much Heeju ridiculed him, the other person stayed calm and unruffled. The sound of his deep voice made her ears grow warm.

Indeed, this kind of conversation was lethal for her.

“W- Well…”

She didn’t want to back down.

Heeju was annoyed that her husband was asking 406 this, and even more annoyed that he seemed genuinely curious.

She knitted her eyebrows together as she tried to formulate an answer.

“Only… when I’m angry.”
— “ …!”
“Very angry.”
— “ …!”

The other end of the phone fell silent for a moment. But Heeju could hear his rapid yet faint breathing.

— “Sounds like you enjoy rough s3x, doesn’t it?”
“M- Maybe.”
— “ …!”
“Releasing anger is good. Whenever I get really mad, I just want to go wild and even curse.”
— “ …!”
“Because I want to forget.”
— “Who made you this angry?”
“My husband.”
— “ …!”
“I have a partner just like yours. He’s a real b*stard.”

With a sudden start, he pulled back from the phone, a cough breaking the silence.

— “Does your husband act like that with you?”
“Yes.”

Heeju spoke straightforwardly.

“From the beginning, this marriage was a mistake.”
— “….”
“How could something like that ever go smoothly?”

She was exasperated. Heeju felt like she was announcing that she was actually empty inside. Even though she was worried about her sister. She didn’t feel happy when she heard the news. Heeju loathed that part of hers.

“So now I don’t want to think about anything.”
— “….”
“My legs are bare now. So what’s next?”
— “….!”

A pent-up sigh escaped Sa-eon’s lips. I don’t know what kind of face he was making, but it looked like he was face-palming. It wasn’t hard to tell by now.

— “Lick your fingers first.”
“What?”
— “Wet your index finger and middle finger, and work them down.”

It was an unfamiliar and embarrassing request. But Heeju closed her eyes tightly and lowered her arm into the quilt.

She felt Sa-eon was imagining her movements and commanding her.

— “Where is your hand at?”
“Near my stomach..”

I broke out in a cold sweat at the spontaneous spreading of my thighs. Then the man’s demand came in a rush.

— “Lower.”
“……!”
— “More.”
“…….”
— “Further down.”

Heeju’s breath was hitched.

— “Can you feel it?”

She felt a strange sensation as her hand touched the smooth flesh.

“Mmm…”

Her lips parted in surprise. Heeju wasn’t familiar with such sansation so she couldn’t say if it felt good or not.

— “Go a little further apart and press.”

A lowered voice spoke up, impatiently.

— “Are you touching it?”
“Mmmm…”
— “Now move.”

The more Heeju touched herself, the hotter she got.

“Haah…”

My breath caught unintentionally and an embarrassed moan escaped.

I was surprised to feel such pleasure in my own body, and the man’s constant instructions only increased my excitement.

— “Wet your finger again, and go down.”
“Mmmmm…”
— Continue to wiggle and go further down from there…
“Umm.. Mngh…”

Little by little, my body was heating up. Unashamedly, my legs spread further apart. I didn’t know exactly what I needed, but I was foolishly craving it.

“Mmmmm… More… a little more…”
— “You’ll have to move it yourself, I can’t come and do it for you.”

Sa-eon gritted his teeth.

“Hah…. Something’s slippery…”
— “…shit.”

He let out a curse-like sigh. Heeju felt like she was losing her mind. Her heart was beating erratically.

— “Do it again.”
“Hmph, I can’t… do it anymore…”
— “Are you scared?”
“Ugh…”
— “I can’t have you whining like that.”

But as the call got more intense, other emotions started to creep in. As my body heated up, so did my disappointment.

Baek Sa-eon was saying these out-of-bounds things to a woman he didn’t even know. This hurt Heeju’s sense of pride.

“No, I like it better when someone else does it…!”
— “….”
“I like…” Heeju’s mind flashed to a raunchy lyric she had once heard. “I like… the King Cobra.”
— “…”
“And… whips and… collars.”
— “…”

I couldn’t tell if it was a sigh or a laugh. But Heeju’s body wasn’t cooperating with her. Her mind was completely dazed.

“I like a man who puts it deep. So I need someone else to touch me…”
— “Then call for that b*stard, your husband.”
“…..!”
— “Ask him to do it. He’ll be more than happy to come.”
“N- No.. He can’t..”
— “How could he ignore when 406 calls him with her sweet voice!”
“My husband is not…”

Heeju held her breath and said.

— “406 doesn’t know that men in heat are nothing better than animals. They aren’t better than animals that find mates to grind against.”
“….”
— “If he’s a man who’s been holding himself it’s even worse.”
“But I can’t do such a thing with my husband..”

At Heeju’s stubborn refusal, a suddenly ferocious voice scratched out.

— “Then do it with me. Do it every day while listening to my voice.”
“Ugh…”

My wrists ached, but I didn’t stop moving, and a rush of pleasure shot through me. I stared into the air, my eyes glazed over with heat.

“‘I feel like you’re right next to me.”
— “….”
“It’s like……. It’s like you’re touching me.”

I closed my eyes and it felt even more intense.

“Haah.. haaah..”

But as my vision became clearer, a cold breeze seeped into my chest. A false mirage, this false sense of contentment, as if it were her own.

Her puffed-up breath settled into a shallow gasp.

Dazed and overwhelmed by the emptiness, she was jolted by the sound of the door bursting open.