This morning, there was an emergency evacuation at the Grand Hotel in Seoul. Riot police were deployed and searched the main building for two hours, and as a result, the perpetrator who detonated the tear gas was identified as an unemployed male… Click. He turned off the radio irritably. On the way home, Lee Wooshin didn’t say a single word the entire time. He exuded such a sharp aura that it was difficult to talk to him, and the car was filled with a suffocating silence. Was he pretending not to hear the proposal, or was he unable to make a decision? Seoryeong fiddled with the blanket he had roughly placed on her, for no particular reason. When they returned home, she slammed the guest room door shut and didn’t come out.
“……”
The tightly closed door was impenetrable like a fortress gate. Seoryeong couldn’t understand his rejection at all. She thought he would shamelessly start taking off his clothes if she asked him to sleep with her. It was an unexpected refusal. She immediately opened the refrigerator and took out a can of beer. She chugged the entire can without taking a breath, and then opened a second one. Beer dripped down her chin, but she didn’t care. If she didn’t do this, she wouldn’t be able to stay sane tonight. He seemed to get drunk quickly from drinking so fast. As she guzzled the beer like water, a strong force suddenly pulled her wrist down. The beer in her mouth spilled, wetting her chin and chest.
“Stop drinking.”
Seoryeong shook off the warmth that wrapped around her wrist. Instead, she hated the man who stopped her and immediately opened a third can, glaring at him. Lee Wooshin placed his hand on her hip again, like a training instructor.
“Han Seoryeong.”
His voice was low and warning. For some reason, Seoryeong felt uneasy and picked up the coat she had taken off again. As she called a taxi on her phone and opened the front door, a shadow suddenly fell over her head.
“It’s dark out. Where are you going?”
“Out, since it’s night.”
“Why?”
He frowned as he asked. Seoryeong retorted, as if annoyed.
“I’ve been drinking, so I need someone.”
“……”
“Not someone as tense as you, Instructor, but someone wicked.”
She heard a gasp, but she ignored it and searched for her shoes with her toes. Lee Wooshin clenched his fists and silently touched the translucent front door. He looked burdened as he lowered his head and sighed.
“...I know you had a hard time today, but shouldn’t you overcome it?”
“I’m trying.”
“By doing what, like this...!”
He raised his voice, then pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
“Every time you act like this, it shows that you’ve lived relatively safely within boundaries like a dog. You haven’t met a truly wicked bastard, have you? You’ve been saying such naive things since before...”
“I have met them, and that’s why I’m burned.”
“……!”
“Kim Hyeon. Who else was as bad a bastard to me as him?”
Her voice was gloomy and sharp. Her eyes simmered with the urge to do something now. Seoryeong flicked her eyelashes once, as if suppressing her emotions. It was a waste of time to argue here. As she opened the front door without hesitation, a hand shot out before her and locked the bolt. Her shoulder was gripped painfully.
“You can’t go out of here.”
“……!”
She turned to see his face shadowed at an oblique angle.
“If that’s the case, let’s play Krav Maga.”
“……”
Krav Maga was a survival-oriented martial art she had learned in military training.
“You’re thinking crazy things because you have too much energy to spare. An instructor can break Han Seoryeong’s muscles and make you gasp for breath. I can clear your complicated thoughts as much as you want.”
“……”
“So, instead of drinking and looking for someone, let’s start with a reasonable state of mind.”
“...Being trained isn’t new to me now.”
Seoryeong sneered with a drunken face at the absurd suggestion.
“I just need stronger memories. Crying while clinging to my husband’s skin, sleeping with another bastard. If it’s not that level... I don’t think this corpse smell will go away.”
“……”
“I understand your refusal, Instructor, so please let go.”
The unwavering gazes of the two collided in the air. Seoryeong pointed to her gripped shoulder with her eyes, but suddenly a stronger force clamped down on her like a vise. Lee Wooshin closed his eyes tightly and warned in a calm tone.
“Don’t make me low, take your hand off the door.”
“If I do? Will you do what I want?”
“……”
An unchanging silence followed. Only his Adam’s apple moved slowly, his eyelids still closed in refusal. Seoryeong lightly shrugged her shoulders.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I don’t force myself on people who don’t want me.”
“……”
“Then, have a good dream, and rest well.”
As she released the safety latch of the front door and gave a bored goodnight, Lee Wooshin’s eyes twitched. He sighed emptily, then suddenly took out the lens that had been left in one of his eyes. Every time he blinked, his gray eyes appeared and disappeared. For some reason, he paused, feeling an eerie sensation, and a dark, suppressed voice entered his ears.
“I’m the one who wants Han Seoryeong to forget what happened today as quickly as possible. If I could, I would shamelessly hope it would be covered with good memories, not bad ones.”
“……”
“But, even so, not like this.”
His voice, filled with emotion, grew heavier.
“How could I, on a day like today, mix bodies with Han Seoryeong? How much more garbage are you trying to make me create?”
The way his sophisticated eyes crinkled was terribly touching. Was it because she had shown him her backside in front of Lee Wooshin today? She didn’t know if the sorrow he showed was pity or something else. Seoryeong suppressed a faint sense of shame and said.
“I don’t need a kind person right now.”
“……”
“Who said anything about gentle sex? I asked you to hurt me a little.”
She didn’t need anything good or gentle. What Seoryeong needed right now was pain. Another kind of pain that would offset the shock she felt today. Some foolish act that could trample on the part of herself that couldn’t get rid of Kim Hyeon’s skin. Lee Wooshin roughly wiped his face, as if reading something in those firm eyes.
“You don’t know anything.”
“……!”
At the same time Lee Wooshin kicked her leg. Seoryeong’s legs buckled beneath her, and she suddenly knelt down. At the end of her upward gaze was Lee Wooshin, smirking.
“Sex, it’s painful at first.”
He kindly corrected Seoryeong’s mistake. She moved her lips in embarrassment, but no words came out due to the strange pressure. He spoke slowly, one syllable at a time, with a crooked lip.
“Kindness and whatever, from the beginning, tearing and entering raw flesh is a bad thing.”
Lee Wooshin grabbed her hand and began to undo his belt buckle. When Seoryeong instinctively curled her fingers and made a futile gesture, slap...! A stinging sensation spread across the back of her hand. Seoryeong was stunned.
“Stop talking nonsense because it’s attracting your neck.”
“...Wait...―”
“I guess your husband had rough sex during role-playing.”
He suddenly grabbed the back of her head and buried her face between his legs. The metal buckle and zipper, which hadn’t been opened, scratched her soft lips. Her nose was rubbed raw and abraded against the stiff fabric that had been repeatedly soaked and dried in the river. As he lowered his black pants, a blunt lump of flesh appeared.
“Tell me, is this what you want?”
“……!”
His voice, which had become terrifying, growled, and the fishy smell of flesh grew stronger. The hairless skin was smooth, but the cruelly carved tattoo was horrifying in another sense, and she closed her eyes tightly. He didn’t have the leisure to examine it closely. Although she had been prepared to some extent, her mind went blank when she actually faced it.
“Open your mouth wider.”
“Ugh...!”
She struggled, but the force gripping her head showed no signs of loosening. As she hurriedly opened her mouth, the strong smell of flesh assaulted the inside of her lungs. She felt like vomiting from the salty and fishy odor of the man. But this uncomfortable and disgusting thing might be what she wanted.
“Put it all in and swallow. Before I lock it.”
The swollen glands rubbed against the roof of her mouth. The root of her surprised tongue shrank back as the hot and hard flesh touched it. Although only half erect, she could feel the raised veins in detail with her tongue. Seoryeong opened her mouth wider with a lingering sense of asceticism. As she awkwardly rubbed her tongue over the heavy lump of flesh, the thick shaft of meat plunged straight down her throat. The fishy and stale smell filled her mouth.
“This is a sight to behold....”
Then, a very angry voice was heard through gritted teeth. It was a word directed at someone she didn’t know. At the same time, his penis quickly went limp. Seoryeong only moved her eyes upward to see if it was because he couldn’t do it, or if that was the issue.
“――.”
Lee Wooshin covered his eyes with one hand and tilted his head back. The fist he had clenched had knuckles that protruded white. He looked pathetic. Strangely.