Chae Hyunji hugged Park Jisun, tears streaming down her face like chicken droppings. “Damn,” Cheoljun mumbled quietly.
Soon, Madam Chun came out dragging a suitcase with Chae Yoon-bok. Park Jisun glanced at them once and then nodded towards the path to the annex.
“Let’s hurry. The madam must be waiting.”
“Yes!”
In the end, even Madam Chun followed like a string of sausages. Cheoljun patted Sahee’s shoulder.
“You missed out. Anyway, even if Madam Chun comes back, she’ll have to go directly to prepare CEO Jung’s meal. If you’re going up, why not go together? I don’t understand this fuss of going separately. Let’s go inside and eat. You haven’t had breakfast, have you?”
“Yeah, I haven’t… Aren’t you going to eat, Uncle?”
“This servant will eat and then go fix the staff bathroom. Let’s go.”
“…Okay.”
Just as Cheoljun took the lead ahead of Sahee, her phone in the cardigan pocket buzzed briefly.
Sahee checked the message while glancing at Uncle Cheoljun.
[Are you still not awake?]
[I’m awake.]
[Wash up and come over. Let’s have lunch together.]
Sahee looked at Cheoljun’s back with a troubled expression.
“Yeon Sahee? Aren’t you coming?”
Just then, Cheoljun turned around. He noticed the gap that had grown between them in that brief moment and tilted his head as if asking what was wrong.
Sahee opted for a subtle excuse.
“I have some work. I’ll come, so go to the dining hall first.”
“Hmm. Should I serve some food for you?”
“…Yeah.”
As Cheoljun entered the main house, Sahee picked up her phone. She hesitated for a moment but not for long. She sent a reply.
[I’m sorry.]
[I’m already eating.]
A lie that wouldn’t be caught. It would be true soon enough anyway.
[I’m not pleased.]
The response from the man was curt. It was funny how she felt anxious after refusing. Knowing he wouldn’t notice, Sahee still touched her phone with a tense face for a moment.
Before she could reply, he sent several more messages.
[Alright.]
[Enjoy your meal.]
[Have dinner with me.]
When she felt helpless and wanted to go back to him, Sahee took a step. She limped, remembering Min Yeojin’s words about how being with her was no different from him becoming crippled in one leg, imagining Taeon limping like her.
[Reply?]
Jung Taeon, this man, was not suited for tragedy. Even though it was just an imagination, the image didn’t come easily, making her feel desolate.
[I understand.]
While answering obediently, she thought about the end. She didn’t know how or with what face she should say goodbye to him.
But it was just two days. At most, two days. Time would bring her to an end one way or another.
Sahee swallowed dryly. Her mouth felt like she had swallowed a handful of sand.
****
[I understand.]
After reading the message that ended like that, Taeon put down his phone.
He recalled the documents he found in the place where he had approached, hoping the world wouldn’t wake her up from her peaceful sleep.
Art Foundation Reception.
This was an art foundation established 10 years ago by Kim Jae-jung, the son of the late Kim Mu-ik, a master of ink painting, following his father’s will to nurture young artists to expand globally. Underneath the names of several modern artists produced with the foundation’s support was a guide to a study abroad program.
It would have been fine up to that point, but on the back page, there was also a recommendation letter from a university professor for Yeon Sahee. The only fortunate part was that the application form was still blank.
Taeon had put the documents back where they were and then looked at the canvas in the center of the studio. The size of the canvas listed as a submission condition in the guide was 100 inches. A search showed that the canvas Yeon Sahee was currently working on seemed to be around 100 inches too.
Had she said there was something she needed to sort out so they couldn’t go to Seoul together? The thought of Yeon Sahee, who said she was drawing every day, made the back of his head feel cold.
He oscillated slowly between the Sahee he knew and the Sahee he didn’t, with a heavy weight. As the sound of the wall clock seemed to echo in his ears, Taeon moved between doubt and curiosity.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, with a knock, Taeon looked up. Secretary Kim peeked through the door, gauging his mood.
“CEO, the madam is about to leave.”
Taeon nodded, stood up, and grabbed a memo pad and pen from the sofa table. He scribbled a number on the memo with a click of the pen.
Yeon Sahee’s phone number.
“This.”
Taeon handed a memo to Secretary Kim. At that moment, Min Yeojin’s cold eyes flashed through his mind. He suddenly wondered what his cunning mother, who had even brought Sahee to the matchmaking meeting, had been up to while he was away from Yeonghwadang.
“CEO? This memo is…”
“Contact a secretary and ask them to check all the call records for this number over the next week.”
“Yes, understood.”
Though curious about whose number it was, Taeon didn’t elaborate. Instead, he stood up and spoke again.
“Secretary Kim.”
“Yes. Is there anything else you need?”
“Find out quietly what my mother did yesterday.”
“Madam?”
“Yes, as soon as possible.”
Taeon nodded and walked past Secretary Kim, leaving the room. As he walked down the dark hallway, he recalled Sahee’s face from last night.
Her faint sobbing in the darkness. Her voice, distorted, asking to be hurt…
Suspicion crept in. Was it really because you wanted to? That doesn’t seem like you. Why does your face, hidden by the dawn, look like the face that once distanced itself from me?
With cold eyes, Taeon left the annex.
Sahee saved the number of the delivery driver she had just finished talking to.
He was someone Cheoljun had introduced, and he mentioned that he was currently on a break from work, so he was available anytime and told her to feel free to contact him.
Sahee put on her work apron and sat down. As she absentmindedly organized her brushes, she let out a sigh and bowed her head.
Ah, two days. Just two days. In that time, she had to pretend to be a lover and then break up. It was so absurd that Sahee laughed.
She didn’t even have the confidence to tell him it was over and explain the reason for the breakup. After crying in his arms, showing him her trembling face, and then saying it was the end? She didn’t want to mention meeting his mother and admit that she was the problem.
It felt pathetic, waiting for the day he would leave.
But maybe it was better than having a whole week left. The longer the time dragged on, the more she might give her heart to him. And that would only make the end more painful.
It was bitter, but she couldn’t pretend to be full of love when she had already fallen to the ground.
I need to pull myself together.
Sahee tied her hair up high with the hair tie she had on her wrist. She steeled herself. For a moment, she glanced to the side and thought of his mother, Min Yeojin, sitting there.
A fool, or half a fool.
She had once said that she would ruin him.
She remembered how, at one point, she naively wished for him to fall apart for her. She had hoped he would come to where she was.
But that was impossible. Even back then, she knew it was a futile hope. The image of him limping toward her never materialized. That wasn’t Jung Taeon.
Beside Sahee, he couldn’t be himself. Just as she was nothing but a fool next to Jung Taeon, this was destined to bring nothing but unhappiness to both of them.
Her stomach churned with pain. Sahee turned her head away.
The call came in the evening. She already knew who it was. Sahee picked up her phone with a calm expression and saw the expected name.
Jung Taeon. She quietly read his name in her mind as she answered the call. He was probably calling to tell her to come to the annex.
“Hello.”
─ Are you painting?
Every time he asked, “What are you doing?” or “What did you do?” she would answer, “I’m painting” or “I painted.” Now he just asked directly. She put down the brush she was holding in her other hand.
“Yes.”
─ Get ready. I’m on my way to pick you up.
“Huh?”
─ Why?
“You’re coming here?”
─ It’s a date, isn’t it?
Taeon laughed on the other end, as if it was ridiculous that he even had to explain this.
She felt flustered, as if she was showing her inexperience in dating, but also excited. A faint, wind-like chuckle swept through her restless heart.
“You don’t have to go that far…”
─ I’m hanging up.
Before she could say, “You don’t have to,” Taeon explained his current location. He was nearby. Sahee quickly took off her apron.
By the time she left the studio, Taeon was already standing in the small courtyard of the annex. As soon as Sahee opened the door and stepped out, he ended the call and put his phone down. His approaching face was smiling.
“Do you paint there these days?”
“It’s hard to do oil painting in the room. Can you wait a moment? I’ll clean up quickly.”
She needed to wash the brushes, clean her hands, and maybe change her clothes…
Flustered by the sudden appearance of the man, Taeon gestured toward the inside of the studio.
“Let me take a look.”
“…Do you really want to?”
“Isn’t it possible?”
Sahee hesitated for a moment. The memory of meeting his mother inside made her throat tighten and she felt intimidated.
“Please come in.”
After looking into his eyes and hesitating for a moment, Sahee agreed.
Taeon looked around the studio while standing upright. Although he had already checked everything in the morning, he inspected it as if it were the first time.
Her studio hadn’t changed much since morning. The documents he had glanced at were still there, suggesting it wasn’t hidden just to let him in.
“I asked the people at Yeonghwadang, and they said no one saw Madam outside the annexe by chance. They said she had her meals on time yesterday and was always in her room.”
Before coming to pick her up, Taeon recalled the report Kim, the secretary, had given and turned to look at Sahee. Startled, Sahee flinched as if she sensed his attention.
“I’m fine, but it might smell for the CEO.”
Sahee added this while opening the lid of the oil paint brush cleaner. Taeon nodded as if to say it didn’t matter.
“Be comfortable.”
“Yes.”
Under his gaze, she cleaned several brushes, dried them, washed her hands, and changed her clothes before quickly leaving the studio.
Taeon’s eyebrow slowly raised as he watched her back, her attitude indicating that it was okay for him to look at anything in here. Whether it was deceit or indifference, he couldn’t tell.
In this space, Taeon only gazed at Sahee’s painting, which had deepened even more than in the morning.
****
When Sahee came out of her room after changing, he seemed to have lost interest in her studio and was out in the courtyard.
The annexe she entered, filled with tension, was quiet. The space where Min Yeojin had stayed was dark, with only the area where he was lit brightly.
Sahee awkwardly watched the dishes being brought to the dining table via Kim, the secretary’s hands.
Was the cart left by Madam Chun’s uncle who visited the annexe? Though he would naturally be the one to ask, she felt inexplicably nervous about it.
“CEO, then I will go to the main house to have dinner and leave for home.”
Kim, the secretary, pulled out the cart, leaned it against the wall, and bowed. The moment the door closed with a click, the air felt chilly with just the two of them left.
“Eat.”
“Thank you for the meal.”
Sahee picked up chopsticks and began to eat. Taeon reached out to bring the plate with fish in front of him. He deftly filleted the fish and placed the meat on Sahee’s rice.
Though the actions were similar to before, her feelings in receiving them were entirely different. He gave her only the plump, white meat, while taking the parts with bones or entrails to his own plate.
Feeling embarrassed, Sahee returned a piece of fish to Taeon’s plate.
“You should eat too, CEO. I’ll manage myself.”
Taeon, who had wiped his hands with a napkin on the dining table, added playfully,
“I won’t be any good to Miss Sahee if I get full.”
Sahee quietly took back the piece of fish she had returned to his plate and ate it with the rice like a rice bowl. Taeon chuckled at her pouting face as she chewed.
At that moment, her neck felt itchy. Even though they were just sitting facing each other for a meal, it felt like they were on a date.
The first date after countless times of sex was strange. Thus, she occasionally glanced at him. Although she had been here as a servant for days, this was the first time she saw him eat properly.
She had heard he often skipped meals, so she thought he didn’t eat much, but that wasn’t the case. He ate heartily, with good manners, and didn’t seem to be picky as the side dishes Sahee hadn’t touched were diminishing.
It was then that he caught her eye.
“When did you start doing art?”
Beyond the question, Taeon tore the shrimp pancake she was nibbling on into smaller pieces with chopsticks and placed them on her rice.
Blink, blink. Amid the awkward feeling, Sahee opened her lips.
“Since my first year of middle school.”
“Because you liked it?”
“Because the art teacher said I had talent. It was also fun and enjoyable.”
Madam Chun had a look of disbelief, asking if she really had such a talent… But anyway, Madam Chun told Park Jisun about it, and afterwards, Sahee attended an art academy in town.
Though now it’s a countryside where children have vanished, back then there were quite a few students. It was a time when private academies like cram schools, piano schools, and art academies were thriving.
A time when even a small talent was seen as a great gift.
But even that was fine. During those hard times, drawing was a great comfort. That’s why she majored in fine arts all the way to university, knowing it would be tough.
“Seeing you draw every day, it seems you still enjoy it.”
“It’s also my job.”
While answering as if that wasn’t the only reason, Sahee nodded. Although her work was more focused on children’s books or freelance jobs rather than personal work, it still brought her joy.
“How did you become a children’s book author?”
“I started doing art service at a children’s center with friends, and I wrote something to play with the kids. A friend who runs a publishing company saw it.”
“You did that too?”
“…Just following friends.”
Sahee looked down awkwardly, feeling embarrassed.
“How is it now?”
Taeon scanned Sahee with his gaze. Then, with a slight smile, he asked,
“Do you want to be famous for your art?”
“Huh?”
“It doesn’t seem like what you’re doing now is what you originally wanted to do.”
This was what he really wanted to ask. He was looking for a specific answer. He was still swaying, drawn to the unknown side of her.
Say no. Say you’ve never even thought about studying abroad. Say those documents were just for show.
Sahee looked into space, deep in thought. Taeon followed her gaze quietly. After looking for a long time, Sahee turned to look at Taeon. Her cheeks flushed as she opened her lips, looking slightly embarrassed.
“I just want to keep doing it.”
“What does that mean?”
“Even if I don’t become great… you can keep doing it just because you love it.”
Taeon leaned back against the chair, watching Sahee intently.
Efficiency and results. Numbers and metrics. Having lived his life dealing with such things, her answer pleased him. He thought it would be nice if she could spend her life like a dreamer, captivated by dreams within his fence.
“Miss Sahee.”
“Yes?”
“Stay and sleep here tonight?”
“Cough,” Sahee coughed in surprise. Taeon chuckled as if to say what was so surprising and pushed a water glass towards her.
****
“Go wash up.”
Taeon handed her a shirt of his.
Just one simple t-shirt. As Sahee clutched the shirt, unable to turn towards the bathroom, Taeon chuckled. He pulled her close by the waist, tracing the slender curve of her body.
“Since I’ll be undressing you anyway, it doesn’t matter.”
“…”
“Should we wash together instead?”
Taeon suggested, pressing his body against hers as if that were an option. Sahee pushed him away and turned her body. The bathroom door closed, and after a brief silence, the lock clicked. Taeon gave a short laugh at the visible distrust on her face.
At that moment, his phone vibrated. Taeon pulled out his phone to check the message he had just received. It was the report he had ordered this morning.
Sahee’s call records. One call with a moving company driver in the area.
[Good work.]
Taeon sent the reply, then tossed the phone onto the top of the dresser. He briefly glanced at the bathroom where the sound of water had just started flowing.
Sahee came out after washing, wearing the t-shirt he had given her along with her own pants. The t-shirt alone covered half her thighs, making it look ridiculous, but she felt more embarrassed showing her legs.
Sahee exhaled deeply, looking at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and the tremble in her eyes was evident, more than just from the hot water.
She hadn’t decided to end it, and time was passing.
Two days. One day after midnight.
A luxurious relationship allowed only until then. Her selfishness suppressed the urge to end the deceit and move on. Two days, not even a week, would be fine, wouldn’t it?
She hadn’t even thought about how to say goodbye yet.
So, just a little longer.
When she came out of the bathroom, Taeon was already done washing.
Sitting on the sofa in the corner of the bedroom, drinking wine, his gaze turned to Sahee. He scanned her from head to toe, who had even put on pants, and smiled in disbelief.
“Are you cold by any chance?”
There was no way she could be, and at his sarcastic tone, Sahee rolled her eyes. Taeon finished the remaining wine in one gulp and reached out to her.
“Come here.”
Sahee walked past the bed to him.
As she sat on the opposite sofa with the table between them, Taeon poured wine into her glass. The white wine, a hazy green, poured in a beautiful curve.
“Wine is good too, right?”
“Yes.”
“Since it’s high alcohol for Miss Sahee, drink carefully.”
“…How high is it?”
“You might find yourself doing weird things with me when you come to your senses.”
Taeon grinned. With a warning-like advice, he pushed the wine glass towards Sahee.
Sahee, wary of the man, took a small sip, wetting her tongue. Instantly, a rich aroma filled her mouth. Closing her eyes tightly then opening them, Taeon chuckled at her.
“I told you.”
“No, it’s fine at this level.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
Sahee took another sip of wine as if it didn’t matter. Taeon watched her, slowly swirling the wine glass in his hand.
As she slowly sent the wine down her esophagus, Taeon sat on the table. He reached out as if to take the glass from her.
“I told you it’s strong.”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you already drunk?”
“…I want to get drunk.”
Sahee swallowed the remaining wine. Maybe she was pushing herself too hard. But really, she wanted to get drunk, to forget all the complicated thoughts, the reality, and even the guilt of deceiving him.
“Why?”
To Taeon’s question, Sahee kept silent. At the end of her silence, Taeon gave a low laugh.
“You’re saying you want to do weird things with me, misunderstanding my words.”
Taeon reached out to stroke Sahee’s wet lips.
“You, uh…”
Taeon leaned in to bite her lips. With a soft sound, he savored it briefly before pulling away to look at her face.
“Normally.”
“Yes.”
“It’s strange…”
Her cheeks were flushed red. Her eyes under the trembling eyelashes were moist and sparkled beautifully. Unable to resist, Taeon kissed her again. After the kiss ended with a wet sound, he straightened his upper body.
Sahee looked up at him, breathing heavily.
Taeon reached back for the wine bottle and filled Sahee’s tightly gripped wine glass. He casually took his own glass and held it out towards her.
“To a toast.”
Sahee extended her glass, and as they clinked, the wine in the glasses rippled like waves.
Was she drunk?
In contrast, Taeon looked perfectly sober. Her face was flushed as if it might burst, but the man in front of her seemed unaffected when she looked up.
“Why?”
“…It’s hot.”
Sahee exhaled heavily, her chest heaving.
“Take it off.”
Taeon gestured towards the pants Sahee had reluctantly worn. When she glared at him, he laughed.
“Should I help you take them off?”
Sahee turned her head away and brought the wine glass to her lips. Taeon stopped her from drinking it all after one sip.
“No, that’s enough for now.”
Taeon took the glass from her hand and downed the remaining wine at once. He also poured and drank the two glasses worth left in the bottle.
“Why…”
“Why, why.”
Tap. Taeon set the glass on the table and gently tapped Sahee’s cheek with his fingertips. Her face was all red with the flush of alcohol, the corners of her clear eyes red, stirring desire.
Taeon softly caressed her cheek, his gaze lingering on her flushed, wet lips. Even though he wasn’t drunk, he felt parched.
Thirst. Hunger. To conclude, desire. A vulgar impulse to crush her and see her ruined face.
Taeon gripped Sahee’s cheek in one hand. The report he had read on his phone came to mind, and the woman he was holding felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
“You could have had more.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Sahee grabbed Taeon’s wrist as he held her cheek. Her mumbling voice was cute, causing Taeon to give a hollow laugh.
“Sahee.”
Taeon gently lifted Sahee, who inhaled sharply in surprise, and laid her on the bed. Even though he laid her down gently, she seemed to hesitate.
“Don’t do things you haven’t done before, okay?”
“…What did I do?”
“What do you mean what?”
Taeon climbed onto Sahee, looking down into her eyes. She looked more desperate than submissive. She was trembling but not pushing him away.
It wasn’t just for the sake of revealing…
“Yesterday you wanted to feel pain, today you want to lose your mind.”
“…”
“What should I expect tomorrow?”
Taeon said this with a crooked smile as he undid his belt buckle.
Her body was hot.
Taeon stripped Sahee of all her clothes, pinning both her wrists above her head. His fingers slowly traced down her body from the inside of her wrists, making her shiver when he tickled the tender skin of her inner arms. His gaze followed the shaking of her chest, and she shook her head in shame.
Just from his touch, she was heating up, and with his hands kneading her breasts, she was boiling. When he leisurely rubbed the peak of her full breasts between his fingers, she was already crying.
Taeon gave a short laugh, and without a word, it felt like she was being toyed with. She thought it might be better if he just took her quickly, all at once.
After holding and kneading her for a long time, his lips returned to where his fingers had traced on her wrist. He kissed and slowly bit down on her wrist, making her body tense when his lips grazed her inner arm.
It felt strange and unfamiliar. Above all, a foreboding sense enveloped her body. The trails left by his lips, chewing and leaving marks, were too clear. When she gasped and inhaled sharply, he buried his lips in her armpit.
“Ah, ah.”
Sahee struggled in shock, but the more she did, the tighter his grip on her wrists above her head became. He was voraciously sucking on a place that made no sense, making loud, obscene sounds.
“Why, why. There, there, no. Ah, uh, please…”
She felt like she was losing her mind. Her sanity was crumbling. With each vulgar sound that seemed directed at her, a long scream escaped her. When he licked as if tasting her, she was already broken. It was hard to accept the contradiction of getting wet from such an act.
As if to leave no part of her body unknown to him, Taeon moved methodically down her body. He nibbled at her fingernails and pushed his tongue between her toes, rolling it around in his mouth.
When she came to her senses, his erection was in front of her. The dark-red, erect penis was menacingly disrupting her vision.
“You don’t want to?”
Sahee looked up at him with trembling eyes, not even understanding what was happening anymore.
“Open your mouth.”
Taking her brief hesitation as consent, he grabbed her chin with the hand not holding his erection. He pressed his penis against her lips, wetting her plump lips with pre-cum.
Sahee cautiously opened her mouth. Even with her jaw stretched to the point of pain, she couldn’t take it all in. She could barely fit the tip of his erection in her mouth.
“It’s okay. Just suck it like this.”
Taeon gently stroked her lips, stretched to the point of tearing.
Sahee looked at him with wavering eyes and awkwardly sucked on his penis, licking the thick head with her tongue, feeling anxious as his erection grew bigger. Her lips stretched to their limit, making it harder to breathe.
“Does it taste good?”
Taeon asked tenderly while stroking her hair.
“Uh.”
“Yes, like that. Rub it with your tongue. Ah…”
“Huh, uh.”
With the tip of his penis still in her mouth, he stroked the shaft with his hand, occasionally pressing it against her face as if to thrust it in.
Her mind was going blank, her vision spinning. His fluids that leaked slightly left a sticky residue on her tongue. As she squirmed her tongue, unsure of what to do, he quickened his hand movements.
His breathing was becoming rough. Sahee, trembling, awkwardly licked the slit of his penis. Taeon laughed as if he was amazed.
“You’re so obsessed with my cock, huh?”
“Huh.”
“Take it out.”
The penis came out of her mouth. Taeon shook it in front of her face, and at the moment of ejaculation, Sahee instinctively closed her eyes tightly.
“Ha…”
Her face was wet with semen. When she finally opened her eyes, the semen blurring her vision made everything unclear, leading her to close her eyes again in haste.
“Now, suck some more.”
His penis pushed between her panting lips. His scent overwhelmed her, making her dizzy.
With her eyes closed, Sahee licked the thick head just as she had before. Through the blacked-out vision, she licked off the semen.
Taeon carefully wiped the semen off her face with his hand, feeding it into her mouth. As she swallowed it with a gulp, Taeon grimaced.
When she finally opened her eyes, the raw lust on his face felt like it was from another world.
“From now on, if you suck my cock, you’ll have to deal with this aftermath.”
“…”
“Got it?”
Even in her dizziness, his words about the future stuck in her throat like a thorn. She couldn’t say there would be no future, nor could she say there would never be another time. So, Sahee just nodded.
“Sahee, don’t roll your eyes.”
At that moment, Taeon brought his face close to hers. His intense gaze seemed to pierce through her, leaving her no room for any other response.
Then his expression softened. He kissed her round nostrils and tickled her cheek with his fingertips, asking in a gentle voice,
“Should we stop if it’s too hard?”
Sahee’s heart wavered. She knew this was wrong, yet tears welled up for an instant.
“No, no…”
Sahee shook her head. Taeon smiled smoothly, expertly positioning himself between her legs, rubbing the tip of his penis against her wet slit. Her body tensed with anticipation.
“Really?”
“Yes…”
“Should I make it hurt?”
“It doesn’t… matter.”
Taeon’s smile deepened for a moment before vanishing into a cold expression.
“Then relax before I push it in until you stretch.”
“Huh…”
Softly taking in the man who had come upon her with heated wetness, Sahee crumbled helplessly. Strange sounds came from between their entangled lips.
He sucked hard on her upper chest. Sahee hurriedly pulled his head close. Taeon met her eyes, baring his teeth. As she clenched her inner walls, she saw him frown and lift his body.
“Ah, ha, huh, uh. Uh!”
His pelvis gripped hers, and fierce thrusts followed. Each silent, hard thrust shook her body. She covered her bouncing breasts with her arms out of embarrassment, but his hand inevitably slipped underneath, kneading her breasts firmly.
The afterglow of climax was brief. While Sahee caught her breath, Taeon changed the condom and turned her over. He immediately inserted his penis, lifting her drooping body with a hand under her chest. With his head buried in her neck, he thrust up.
Her belly bulged with the large cock that went in deep to the end.
“Do you like it?”
“Uh… huh.”
“Answer me.”
“Uh. Uh. Huh, yes, good, uh, I like it.”
She was being crushed. With each thrust, water splashed, trickling down her thighs. She didn’t know what face she was making or what sounds she was uttering. She climaxed and was pierced again, repeatedly. She swayed her hips lewdly as he commanded, taking him in.
Ah.
With a wet face, Sahee watched the man ejaculate on her body. He rubbed her nipples with the penis he had just finished with. Her whole body was soaked with Taeon’s fluids, red and wet from his marks.
He looked down at Sahee intently.
“Looks good.”
“Huh…”
Taeon grabbed Sahee’s legs, pulling them down between his firm thighs. Under the bright light, the pleasure and the aching shame overwhelmed her, reminding her that the day to break everything was not far off.
If she was to break, she had to break this much. She had to endure at least this. This was nothing. With such thoughts, she forced herself to endure.
The path to the end of this relationship was wavering aimlessly.
****
Taeon, tying his tie under his shirt collar, looked at Sahee quietly. Her breathing was steady, colored with soft sighs. In contrast, her face, which had endured him all night, was pale.
Because her seductive invitation to break her was extremely annoying, he had pushed her with relentless sex, and Sahee had taken it all. He should have stopped by now, but since she endured, Taeon didn’t stop either.
He thrust as he pleased, ejaculated all over her body, and fucked like a beast. It felt more like a fierce battle than sex with Sahee.
Taeon tightened his tie around his neck and left the room. As soon as he closed the bedroom door, Secretary Kim, who had left the cart outside the night before, bowed his head.
Without stopping his steps, Taeon ran a hand through his hair and gave instructions.
“Tell Yeonghwadang that there’s no need to come in for cleaning today, just deliver the meals. We’ll be heading up tomorrow anyway.”