“Mmmgh…….”
Annoyed, the girl flapped a hand as if swatting something away and rolled over with a flop. The movement sent her thin summer skirt flipping up, baring her backside. Two small, round buttocks, no bigger than ripe apples, lay fully exposed.
But the sight of the panties more than ample enough to cover her crotch left Eunhyung feeling conflicted. Printed across the white cotton were neat pairs of tiny red cherries, each with a single green leaf.
He bit down on his last cigarette, lit it irritably, and blew out smoke with savage force. Cherries spun round and round inside his head, taunting him.
The women’s underwear Eunhyung had seen all his life—scraps of loose lace that barely covered a cunt, for instance—didn’t really belong to the realm of ordinary life. If you were talking wholesome, then of course it ought to mean tacky fruit-print panties, or sagging cotton ones that looked lived-in.
But other men see something like this and actually get hard?
The more he thought about it, the more he had to admit Park Shineok was one extraordinary son of a bitch himself. Eunhyung pictured the chairman’s broad, flat face and exhaled smoke like a sigh.
Then again, when we’re all gangsters killing, raping, robbing, and doing every other kind of shit, it’s not like one man fucks a girl because she’s a virgin and another because she isn’t. And if you compare a rapist to a murderer, the murderer’s obviously worse. Hardly my place to judge anybody.
I’m not a little kid.
He remembered her pouting lips as she had protested.
With the cigarette between his fingers, Eunhyung dragged a hand down his face. If he’d known three glasses of liquor would turn into this shit, he should have suffered the inconvenience, taken a taxi to Midopa, and bought her some sponge cake instead.
“Mmm.”
The maid frowned as if uncomfortable and rolled over toward Eunhyung.
Maybe because she was young, her skin was startlingly clear, without a blemish anywhere. Slightly drooping brows, eyes that tilted upward at the corners, a nose that wasn’t especially high but ended in a rounded tip, and full lips. She wasn’t so much strikingly beautiful as simply cute.
A mischievous impulse struck Eunhyung. He drew on his cigarette, then blew the smoke straight into her face.
Her eyelids fluttered.
His Adam’s apple sank deeply, then rose again.
And, unbelievably, the front of his trousers began to bulge.
Have I lost my fucking mind? A gangster’s in no position to get elegant about morality, but I’m getting hard over those panties?
Looking utterly dumbfounded, Eunhyung lowered a hand and slowly rubbed his palm over his crotch. His cock was thickening stiffly along his right thigh.
……Fuck. This is actually happening.
He glared irritably at the sleeping maid.
No matter how thoroughly Choi Eunhyung had spent his life regarding women as nothing more than things to empty himself into, even he didn’t have it in him to pull down panties like those.
Besides, girls like this were predictable. She’d cry and scream bloody murder that he’d taken her virginity and now had to take responsibility for her.
He was going to prison in a few days anyway, but he had no desire to add a rape charge on top of everything else.
His cigarette had burned nearly down to the filter. He crushed it out carelessly against the side of the bed and stood.
Just then, the half-asleep maid rolled over and dropped an arm squarely across the middle of his thigh.
“…….”
Her little hand went still again as if dead.
Her short, plump fingers were pink at every joint. They weren’t feminine or sleek hands at all. The skin below her nails was rough and peeling.
And yet, bizarrely, they made his mouth water.
I want to put them in my mouth and suck them soaking wet.
The instant he recognized the impulse, Eunhyung flinched.
What kind of fucked-up nonsense is getting horny over fingers instead of a cunt? And the fingers of some kid wearing cherry panties, no less. How the hell does that make sense?
His head screamed at him to leave the room, while his cock kept twitching its head toward the girl. Feeling his own penis throb in time with his heartbeat left Eunhyung not only baffled but almost resentful.
But it had been months since he’d had an erection this hard.
A dizzying thought came over him: if he ignored the sensation now, maybe he really would be impotent forever.
Maybe this was his body’s final desperate struggle.
Once that thought occurred to him, he didn’t agonize for long.
His perfectly drawn features twisted with distaste, and he tossed the cigarette butt carelessly onto the floor.
“……I’m not fucking you.”
Carefully avoiding looking toward the cherry panties, Eunhyung undid his belt buckle. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his trousers and briefs and pulled them both down at once.
His straight, well-shaped cock bobbed between his legs like a creature independent of him.
He picked up her small hand, which fit easily inside his own, and brought it to his shaft.
Pressing his hand over her palm, he made her rub him slowly. Her soft palm was lukewarm, faintly clammy with sweat that gathered along the lines of her hand. The sensation was surprisingly stimulating.
Eunhyung tightened his grip, forcing the maid’s hand to close around his cock.
Her short fingers couldn’t quite encircle the thick shaft, which was frustrating, but he made do, gripping her hand around it and moving it slowly up and down.
“Mmmgh.”
Forced into labor despite the limp exhaustion of her arm, the maid made a displeased sound deep in her throat.
Choi Eunhyung paid no attention. He kept stroking his cock with her hand, his gaze fixed on her sleeping face.
Looking again, the way she frowned with her lips slightly parted was unexpectedly obscene.
Her mouth looked narrow too.
What would it feel like if I put it in there? Would she choke on it and cry because it was too much? Or maybe she’d turn out to have some unexpected talent and suck it calmly and thoroughly.
Slap, slap, slap.
His movements gradually quickened.
His eyes traveled slowly from the maid’s round forehead down to the tip of her nose as he worked his cock—not slowly, but without rushing either. Whenever her little hand began to loosen, he curled it around him again and made her grip him firmly.
A sticky drop of fluid gathered wetly at the tip and slid down the shaft, seeping between the fingers moving back and forth around him.
It slicked the plump flesh and short joints, lubricating them as they slid up and down.
The sight of the maid’s fingers gleaming with it tore a curse from him.
“Ah, fuck…….”
His dark brows gradually drew together.
I swear to God, I’m never putting another cherry in my mouth for as long as I live.
With that vow, Eunhyung met the steadily mounting pressure of his approaching climax.
“Ngh.”
Deliberately, he brought the head of his cock close to the girl’s face.
For one convulsive, suspended instant, nothing moved.
Then cloudy, viscous semen shot out in long spurts, scattering across the maid’s face.
Sticky semen splashed across a face sleeping as innocently as a child’s.
If nothing else, the sense of depravity was more than enough.
Choi Eunhyung milked his shaft to the very end, savoring a pleasure he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Only after riding out the climax until his lower abdomen ached did he finally release the maid’s hand.
Sticky fluid clung between her short, slackening fingers as well.
“Haa…….”
After flinging aside the hand that had worked so hard for him, the emptiness hit him belatedly.
He couldn’t believe he’d jerked himself off with a virgin cunt right in front of him.
He suddenly craved another cigarette, only to remember that the one he had just smoked had been his last.
Eunhyung sighed irritably and pulled his clothes back into place. As he did, he glanced back over his shoulder at the girl.
“…….”
The maid was still sound asleep, someone else’s semen smeared thickly over her face.
Does she even know what just happened to her?
He started to leave the room, then suddenly thought that he should at least wipe the semen off her face.
A surprisingly humane thought.
She’ll throw a fucking fit if she wakes up like this.
So this girl… what was her name again?
He didn’t even know her name.
Then again, when have I ever asked a girl’s name before fucking her?
With a self-mocking expression, Eunhyung stretched over and grabbed the roll of toilet paper from the desk.
Something dropped out through the hollow cardboard tube and landed on the desktop with a soft tap.
Rolling several sheets around one hand, Eunhyung looked at it.
What’s that?
First he roughly wiped away the thick streaks running down her face, then reached toward the desk.
A light, rectangular pink blister pack.
Small white pills.
Pills about the size of tiny stomach tablets were arranged neatly around the edge of the pack. Half of them had already been pushed out and taken.
Does the kid have stomach trouble or something? What the hell is she doing eating stomach pills by the pack?
Choi Eunhyung turned the medicine this way and that, examining it.
Then his gaze shifted across the desk.
Wait.
He leaned forward. His uncertain finger pressed the play button on the cassette player.
“…….”
A familiar melody began to play.
That song about a woman crying and asking someone to find a person.
The mournful wailing that had kept him awake on the night he had finally come back covered in a satisfying amount of thick blood.
Fuck. So it was you.
A twenty-year-old who wasn’t even from a separated family, sitting around listening to some weepy song and crying along with it.
Unbelievable.
Then something abruptly changed in Eunhyung’s drained expression.
There was no reason for it.
No clue.
Nothing except instinct.
He looked down at the pills in his palm, frowned, and focused on the tiny print on the back.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday……
These couldn’t be……
“Ha. Hahaha.”
He whipped his head around and glared at the maid with murder in his eyes.
Still not satisfied, he hurled the wet, heavy wad of toilet paper straight onto the sleeping maid’s face.
Fuck. She’s not a virgin at all.