MIS 4

Seo-hee couldn’t say anything. She glanced weakly to the ground.

‘How could I? What right do I have to miss Yoon-woo?’

She suppressed the words she couldn’t bear to say.

“Han Seo-hee.”

Tae-jun frowned as Seo-hee stood motionless like a lifeless doll.

He felt a strange urge every time he looked at her.

An evil urge to splash black ink all over a pristine white canvas. A destructive impulse to disturb her serenity enveloped him.

Her already pale skin became even whiter, and he could feel her tremble against him.

A few strands of hair had fallen across her forehead from their passionate kiss. Her long lashes cast shadows under her slightly upturned eyes, giving her a forlorn look.

It made her look like an abandoned puppy and it irritated Tae-jun.

Should he just cut her off?

Tae-jun scoffed at the thought. It was a thought he’d had every day for the last two years.

Tae-jun stared at Seo-hee for a moment, then tucked the stray strands of hair behind her ear.

His touch was unusually gentle.

But the words that came from his stubborn lips were harsh.

“Cry when you’re under me.”

Tae-jun kissed her as if he couldn’t stand it anymore as Seo-hee looked up at him with resentful eyes.

Seo-hee was pushed against the wall when Tae-jun turned his head and pressed closer.

He cupped the back of her head with his big hand as if to prevent her head from hitting the wall. Then he pushed in with a predatory intensity.

Their bodies pressed together tightly, and his enlarged manhood pressed against her lower abdomen.

Seo-hee’s heart pounded uncontrollably as she felt his desire for her.

His large hand gripped her soft flesh tightly.

As Seo-hee struggled against the intense pressure, he lifted her up. Their lips never parted as he carried her to the bed.

Seo-hee wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bodies pressed closer together and she could feel his muscles tense. Tae-jun gently laid Seo-hee down on the bed.

His hands fumbled impatiently as he unbuttoned her shirt. He tore off her shirt and pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat. The sound of his sucking kisses echoed playfully.

Seo-hee’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. A tingling sensation spread through her stomach as his hot breath touched her chest.

“Why is it so big?”

Tae-jun asked. His tongue clicked as he cupped her full breasts, which were disproportionately large for her slender frame.

Seo-hee’s face burned.

When he saw her cheeks turning crimson, a mischievous smile played on Tae-jun’s lips.

“So soft. It drives me crazy.”

With that, he took her sensitive nipple into his mouth and bit down on it. Then he looked up at Seo-hee, who was breathing heavily.

“I wonder what Kang Yoon-woo would think. Seeing his brother screwing his first love.”

He continued to talk, but his eyes were fixed on her. He seemed to enjoy watching her get aroused.

‘Why did the name of another man have to come up at this very moment?’

Feeling embarrassed, Seo-hee lowered her eyelids.

Blocking her vision made her senses even more acute. His lips trailed down her waist. A tingling sensation spread through her and her toes curled up.

Then he slid his hands behind her waist and pulled her skirt off. In his rough haste, her underwear came off with it.

Tae-jun spread her slender thighs with both hands to make room for himself. His saliva-soaked lips slid down, leaving a wet trail. She could feel the tip of his tongue exploring her private parts.

Oh, she didn’t want to seem too eager.

Indecent sounds escaped Seo-hee’s lips. She grabbed the sheet and tried to stop herself.

“You have such a beautiful voice. Why don’t you let it out?”

Embarrassed, Seo-hee tightened her grip on the sheet. Her neck turned crimson and she opened her eyes.

Looking down, she could see Tae-jun’s black hair moving. The explicit sight fueled her desire even more.

He continued to tease her with his mouth. The heat on her skin made her head spin.

“Stop. Haa…“

With a wet sound, the movements of his tongue softened.

Seo-hee’s waist twisted invitingly. She pushed Tae-jun away, but he pressed his face closer as if in defiance.

At that moment, pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave, consuming her completely.

Seo-hee trembled and gasped for breath.

“I want to show Kang Yoon-woo this expression of yours right now.”

Tae-jun sat up and took off his shirt.

His toned body was immaculate. From his broad shoulders to his defined abs. Her gaze drifted down to his tight pelvis and thick thighs.

Seo-hee’s gaze went even lower. The space between his thighs was asserting its presence madly.

He wasn’t embarrassed at all. On the contrary, Seo-hee felt a sense of shame, as if her already naked body had been exposed once again.

“Relax.”

Their bodies joined. A sharp sensation shot through Seo-hee and she bit her lower lip.

Knowing the ecstasy he would lead her to, her lower abdomen throbbed with anticipation.

Seo-hee reached for Tae-jun. She slowly stroked his chest and abs. She could feel his muscles hardening even more.

Tae-jun looked down at her small hand stroking his abs and bit his lip.

“S-Slowly.”

Each time he thrust into her, their breaths hitched as an overwhelming pressure washed over them.

He didn’t stop, driving relentlessly into her.

He ravaged her mindlessly, as if all his pent-up frustration had exploded at once.

When a loud moan escaped her lips, he relentlessly targeted that spot.

Seo-hee’s vision became blurred. She clung to his neck with her sweaty hands.

She felt like she was howling like an animal. The intense pleasure robbed her of her dignity.

A strange desire blossomed within her, a desire for him to make her even more of a mess.

The headboard of the king-size bed slammed against the wall with each hard thrust. Seo-hee worried that the neighboring room might complain about the noise. As if sensing her concern, Tae-jun muttered under his breath.

“You begged me to go slow, but now that you’re comfortable, your mind is elsewhere.”

Tae-jun pushed hard, his sweat-soaked hair sticking to his forehead. As he penetrated her deepest depths, pleasure surged through her entire body.

“… This is driving me crazy.”

Tae-jun’s voice was hoarse.

“Why do you always…”

“Hngh…“

“Why do you always drive me crazy like this?”

For some reason he sounded a bit angry. His thrusts became even stronger. All Seo-hee could do was endure his relentless force throughout the long night.

A dangerous pleasure tightened around her, constricting her from head to toe.

Seo-hee looked at him with misty eyes.

His lust filled eyes seemed to burn her alive.

* * *

Bang.

The sound of the front door slamming shut startled Seo-hee.

It was early morning.

The hotel room that had been radiating heat until a short while ago was now freezing cold. The space Tae-jun had left felt strangely empty. Seo-hee pulled the blanket closer to her.

“I should stay a little longer before I leave.”

A feeling of emptiness washed over her.

Seo-hee stared blankly at the ceiling, then picked up the clothes that had fallen to the floor. He was as cold as a knife when he was done. After making sure she was asleep, he left the room.

“He doesn’t even know I pretended to be asleep…”

She wanted to cuddle in his arms and share the afterglow like other women. She wanted to be with him.

She knew how ridiculous such desires were in a loveless relationship.

They were just sex partners.

Even though she knew what she was getting into from the beginning, her heart ached.

Seo-hee left the hotel and boarded the first bus of the day. She didn’t want to be left alone in the large suite.

The bus pierced through the morning fog and stopped in front of the studio apartment where Seo-hee lived.

Three years ago, coincidentally around the time Seo-hee joined the company, the company provided housing for secretaries. It was because of the frequent overtime that made commuting difficult.

“Even though it’s small, my home is more comfortable than that stuffy suite.”

As soon as Seo-hee entered her home, she collapsed on the sofa.

It was a newly built studio apartment. She had brought in a table and chairs that she had assembled herself, and she had grown a monstera plant in front of the window with white curtains.

It had a cozy atmosphere. Seo-hee felt a sense of stability in this small space.

“I’m going to sleep for a bit and then grade some papers.”

Seo-hee fell asleep just like that.

After work, she would edit the discourses of college entrance exam students at home. Since the pay was good, she did it even if it meant cutting back on sleep.

Time passed quickly.

It seemed that having sex with Tae-jun for two days in a row had taken its toll on her.

Seo-hee didn’t wake up even when it was noon.

Ding-dong. The doorbell jolted Seo-hee awake.

“Who is it?”

A cheerful voice came from the door.

“Unnie, it’s me!”

It was her younger sister Seo-yoon.

“Oh, Seo-yoon said she was coming.”

Seo-yoon was a senior in high school. She was staying at Seo-hee’s studio apartment in Seoul for a day to prepare for her college interview tomorrow.

When Seo-hee opened the door, she saw Seo-yoon standing in the doorway in her school uniform.

Seo-yoon had short hair, big eyes, and a cute face that hadn’t lost its baby fat.

“Unnie, what were you doing?”

“I was sleeping.”

Seo-yoon narrowed her eyes.

“It’s Saturday morning, why are you still in your work clothes? Be honest. Where did you sleep last night and with whom?”

Seo-yoon pressed Seo-hee like a detective.

“I stopped by the office this morning. You shouldn’t say things like that, you’re still a minor.”

Seo-hee flicked Seo-yoon forehead playfully and laughed.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet. Can you order me some rose tteokbokki?”

Seo-yoon asked with sparkling eyes.

“Okay.”

While waiting for the order, they were chatting to catch up when the phone rang.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

“I’ll be right back.”

Seo-hee went to her room to answer the phone.

She didn’t want Seo-yoon to hear her conversation with her aunt.

[Did Seo-yoon arrive safely in Seoul? Did you receive the side dishes I sent?]

“Yes, thank you, aunt.”

A short silence followed. She could hear her aunt smacking her lips.

[Have you heard from your father? He called once before, but I haven’t heard from him since.]

“I don’t know about dad either.”

Seo-hee hadn’t contacted her father since the day she borrowed money from Tae-jun to pay off his debt.

[Anyway… Seo-hee, do you have any money?]

Seo-hee’s face fell as if she had expected this.

“How could I? I send you money every month, right?”

Seo-hee replied carefully, and her aunt clicked her tongue in annoyance.

[You work at a big company and you don’t have any savings?  You’re not hiding it from your aunt on purpose, are you?]

“Aunt…”

[What am I going to do? Our Jae-min got into another motorcycle accident. The settlement money and his hospital bills are so expensive.  Can you help him out just this once?]

Seo-hee was speechless.

It was especially hard because she already sent her aunt a generous amount of money every month out of gratitude for taking care of Seo-yoon.

“You know that I have to save money to pay off the debt from Managing Director Kang.”

[If he hasn’t asked for it yet, don’t you get it? He’s telling you to take your time].

“It has been six years since I borrowed it when I was twenty. And he doesn’t even charge me interest.”

[Maybe you don’t have to pay it back at all? A debt like ours is pocket change for a chaebol, right?]

Seo-hee swallowed, feeling a sense of desperation.

[But you’ve already saved 200 million won?]

The 200 million won she borrowed from Tae-jun was for her father’s private loan debt.

Before borrowing from Tae-jun, she had gone to her aunt first. That day, her aunt pushed Seo-hee to the ground and slammed the door in her face.

But when Seo-hee started earning money, her aunt’s attitude changed.

[You saved 200 million won and you’re hiding it from your aunt? That’s too much. With that much money, you could open a shop for your uncle…]

Knock, knock.  A timely knock echoed through the door.