TLOAB Chapter 1

Hoo.

 

“Cough, cough!”  

 

As a thin, hazy cloud of cigarette smoke was exhaled toward Hee-soo’s face, she hunched over and coughed.  

 

Her expression twisted into a grimace. With her exceptionally pale skin, the bruises on her cheeks and jaw looked even more pronounced, and her lips were swollen to the point where she couldn’t fully close them.  

 

*I wonder if her teeth are still intact.*  

 

Sun-woo approached the girl who was kneeling on the cold floor as if she had collapsed. He crouched down on one knee and stared at her.  

 

Holding the cigarette between his long fingers, he took a slow drag and blew smoke directly into her face again. Hee-soo’s expression contorted further.  

 

That man is the CEO…?

 

She had only thought of him as some aimless troublemaker who followed her around for fun.  

 

But unlike the face that always teased her, Sun-woo’s expression now was colder than ice—terrifyingly composed and emotionless.  

 

Unaware of what she was thinking, he studied her intently before using his long, pale fingers to lift her chin slightly. His face remained utterly blank.  

 

“…….”  

 

He tilted her head from side to side as if checking how badly she had been beaten, then shot a glance at the man standing behind him.  

 

“How much does she owe?”  

 

“Ah, yes. Including interest, it comes to 58 million won.”  

 

“Tsk.”  

 

The moment the lackey finished speaking, Sun-woo clicked his tongue in irritation.  

 

“And you thought it was a good idea to mess up her face like this? I need to sell her, you idiots. Who’d want to buy a damaged product?”  

 

“……!”  

 

Hee-soo’s head snapped up in shock at his words.  

 

Even when she had been beaten, her gaze had remained steady, but now, her eyes trembled with fear.  

 

Sun-woo, watching her closely, spoke again as if it was nothing.  

 

“It’s fine. You can pay it off in no time—six million per job.”  

 

“…….”  

 

Finally, a smile curled at the corner of Sun-woo’s lips. Of course, it wasn’t a good smile.  

 

“Jung-goo, how long does it take these days? If she goes all the way with clients, a year should be enough, right? Her body will take a hit, but she’s young. She’ll be fine.”  

 

He said it so nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather, before standing up as if he had lost interest.  

 

His demeanor toward her now was entirely different from how he had treated her on Jeongon Island. That icy attitude sent a wave of fear through Hee-soo.  

 

And yet, she knew that the only lifeline she had left was Sun-woo.  

 

Desperate, she reached out, her pale fingers clutching the hem of his trousers just as he was about to turn away.  

 

“P-please… help me.”  

 

The sharp gaze of a man nearly 190 cm tall bore down on her.  

 

“And why would I do that?”  

 

“…….”  

 

Sun-woo had no obligation to help Hee-soo. No responsibility. They were nothing to each other. She knew that.  

 

They weren’t close enough for him to help her with such an enormous debt. They had only crossed paths by chance—no closer than mere acquaintances.  

 

As Hee-soo struggled to say anything, Sun-woo spoke again.  

 

“I’m a loan shark and a gangster. Helping people isn’t really my thing. I don’t see the need for it.”  

 

He shoved her hand away coldly and turned to leave.  

 

Panicked, Hee-soo scrambled after him on her knees, ignoring the burning pain as they scraped against the rough floor.  

 

“I-I’ll… I’ll suck you off.”  

 

“…What?”  

 

Did he hear that right?  

 

Sun-woo, who had been about to step out of the office, turned back to her. Her swollen, bloodied lips stood out in sharp contrast to her pale skin. And for a moment, they looked strangely… seductive.  

 

For now, she tried to muster courage by thinking that she had captured Sun-woo’s attention, but it wasn’t easy to speak up. So she steadied her breath and clenched her fists tightly.

 

“It’s… warm and t-tight… so it will feel good.”

 

Hee-soo struggled to continue, recalling the eyes of the old fox who had been drooling over her.

 

If only those memories could be erased from her mind. Despite not having a particularly good memory, Hee-soo had a knack for preserving bad ones perfectly.

 

That old man had kept his gaze fixed on her with murky, lifeless eyes, one corner of his mouth twisted in a vulgar smirk.

 

Hee-soo shook her head quickly, as if trying to shake off thoughts of the old fox.

 

“Haa, so I’ll suck it for you. I can do it well.”

“…….”

 

Sun-woo stared blankly at the woman, her face pale and then flushing red, unsure of what to do.

 

Though her trembling long eyelashes and inability to meet his eyes fully betrayed her nervousness, she knew what she was saying. Her shaky voice still carried resolve.

 

Sun-woo gestured toward Jung-goo, who stood as flustered as Hee-soo. As Jung-goo bowed and hurried out, Sun-woo turned back to Hee-soo.

 

“Oh? Then go ahead and suck it.”

 

At his low voice, Hee-soo lifted her head.

 

“H-here?”

 

“Why? Do you need a special place for this, in this situation?”

 

“……Then… you’ll help me?”

 

“I’ll watch you suck. If I like it, I’ll consider deducting some debt each time you do it.”

 

At his words, Hee-soo reached out and began pulling down Sun-woo’s pants. Zzziipp. As the zipper lowered, the swollen bulge of his underwear came into view. With trembling hands, Hee-soo gripped the edges of the underwear. Selling her body was better than being dragged away.

 

He stood firm, thighs tensed like rooted trees. As the underwear slid down, an impossibly large penis sprang free, making her doubt her eyes.

 

“Ah…!”

 

The moment she saw it, Hee-soo gasped involuntarily.

 

Bluish veins stretched taut beneath the thick shaft. The smooth glans glistened, translucent fluid bubbling from the slit. The only penises she’d seen in her life were the old fox’s—desperate to devour her—and Sun-woo’s now. Even so, she could tell Sun-woo’s was extraordinary.

 

Exhaling lightly, Hee-soo gripped the shaft. The pulsing strength beneath her fingers made it twitch on its own.

 

She closed her eyes tightly and took the penis into her mouth. Or tried to. Her small mouth could barely contain half of Sun-woo’s thick length.

 

“Mmm…”

 

As Hee-soo’s lips fumbled, unable to swallow even half the shaft, a groan escaped Sun-woo’s teeth.

 

True to her words, her mouth was warm and tight enough to stir conquest. The slick, soft flesh of her cheeks brushed against his glans and shaft, sending shivers down his spine.

 

But her technique was hopeless. For someone who’d confidently offered to suck, it was unclear if she’d ever done this before.

 

Her teeth scraped, and her clumsy tongue flailed aimlessly against the shaft.

 

The tender, elastic feel of her skin made him want to thrust deeper, but Hee-soo, barely managing half, began panting for air.

 

Her fingers, clutching Sun-woo’s thighs, turned ghostly white. Her already swollen lips split open from straining around the thick shaft.

 

“Haa…”

 

Sun-woo sighed, tangling his long fingers in her hair and yanking hard.

 

“Hyaah!”

 

As pain shot through her scalp, Hee-soo grimaced and spat out the penis.

 

“You think you can pay off your debt like this?”

 

He showed no intention of letting go. Instead, he jerked her head back as if to snap her neck. The pain was sharp enough to make her eyes water. Biting her lip, she tasted blood but quickly hid her expression, meeting his gaze.

 

“I-I’ll learn. Please… help me.”

 

Sun-woo’s cold smirk reflected clearly in her clear, lake-like brown eyes—calm yet rippling with unease.

 

Strangely, desire stirred. Despite her innocent gaze, those clear eyes…Disgusted, Sun-woo violently released her hair.

 

“Ha, fuck…”

 

“Hng…”

 

Hee-soo collapsed to the floor.

 

“…Let’s talk elsewhere.”

 

Fear gripped her. What did he mean by “elsewhere”? Sell her? Or something else? At his icy words, Hee-soo shut her eyes tightly.