TTS Vol 2 Ch 11.5

Taeri rubbed her stinging eyes and murmured, her voice laced with exhaustion,

“I want to go home. I don’t want to go up there right now.”

As Taeri reached out to press the lobby button again, Park Chigyeong grabbed her wrist forcefully. Ow! She glared at him as his grip tightened, but he looked down at her, his eyes even fiercer than hers, as if he were about to wring her neck.

“You’re completely clueless, aren’t you?”

He straightened up and flung her wrist away as if it were nothing.

“Since when did you get to decide whether or not you spread your legs for me based on your mood?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked towards her, closing the distance between them. More accurately, he invaded her space without a second thought.

Taeri instinctively stepped back, but he continued to approach, unfazed.

She took another step back, her back hitting the wall with a thud.

She realized she had nowhere left to retreat. With his hands still in his pockets, Park Chigyeong casually pressed his lower body against hers. As if that wasn’t enough, he raised his knee and rubbed it against her through her clothes, his movements suggestive.

What a scumbag.

“Whether you’re in a good mood or a shitty mood, you spread your legs when I tell you to. So stop provoking me and let’s go upstairs quietly.”

“Why didn’t you just die that day?”

Park Chigyeong chuckled briefly, tilting his head, his voice laced with mockery.

“What do you gain by pissing me off? What are you planning to do once we’re upstairs? Do you think you can handle it?”

With just a few words, he had intimidated, suppressed, and completely subdued her. It was always like this. Taeri reflected on their interaction.

Maybe I’m not even curious about this man. Maybe all I feel is a desire to kill him. Maybe that’s the only thought consuming my heart and mind. So maybe, just as he said, all the questions I asked him were nothing more than that.

Resentment towards him welled up inside her. A monstrous resentment threatening to burst her constricted chest, a resentment as childish and petulant as a child’s tantrum. Looking directly at him, her eyes raw with hurt, Taeri opened her mouth,

“Be careful from now on, sir. Be careful about everything you eat and drink. Who knows? I might actually do something terrible.”

A flicker of something, a crack in his seemingly impenetrable facade, appeared, then vanished just as quickly.

“You know, I’ve always felt this about you…”

He smirked, his long fingers tapping her nose.

“This kid has no manners.”

* * *

Contrary to Taeri’s expectation that Park Chigyeong would rip her clothes off and ravish her the moment they entered the room, he unexpectedly went into the bathroom and took a shower.

He came out in a bathrobe, brought a bottle of liquor from somewhere, sat down at the minibar, and curtly gestured for Taeri to go wash up.

Even when Taeri came out of the bathroom, he was still drinking what looked like strong liquor.

With a glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he looked almost debauched as he inhaled the smoke and took a sip of his drink, repeating the cycle. He was indulging in every unhealthy vice he could do in this place.

Wearing a bathrobe with the same hotel logo as his, Taeri sat on the sofa, a safe distance away from him, and watched him. The night view from the room was magnificent, but she couldn’t appreciate it.

“Taeri.”

“Yes.”

“Did you come here to rest?”

Park Chigyeong untied his bathrobe, letting it fall open, and sneered as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. It was yet another casualty in the mountain of cigarette butts before him.

“I think it’s about time you learned to climb on top without me having to tell you.”

Park Chigyeong swiveled the barstool around to face Taeri, then casually beckoned her with a flick of his finger.

When Taeri stood up, he patted his left thigh once, gesturing for her to sit.

As she sat obediently on his lap, the man wrapped his arms around her waist. His touch, his warmth, was unexpectedly comforting, and Taeri held her breath.

“What’s so beautiful about this that I…”

He muttered with an impassive face, and then tossed a phone into the ice bucket. He then picked up the liquor bottle and poured its contents into the bucket.

The phone, not waterproof, was completely submerged, and the light emanating from the screen flickered and died.

“Sir, is that…?”

“If you know, then smile, honey.”

She was bewildered. This man always had a strange perspective. She had thought he would never agree to get rid of the cloned phone, even if she begged him, but he had done it so readily…

Just then, a question pierced through her swirling thoughts, further confusing her.

“What was your dream?”

“…My dream?”

As Taeri blinked, looking at him as if she hadn’t heard him correctly, Park Chigyeong took a sip of his drink. She could clearly see the amber liquid slide down his throat.

“Kang Taeri, twenty-four years old. That’s all I know.”

Haa. He sighed theatrically and added,

“Favorite food, tteokbokki, was it?”

He wasn’t the type to get drunk from a few drinks, yet he seemed so. His weary eyes, looking at her intently, gave that impression.

“I didn’t really… have a dream.”

“And now? Do you have one now?”

“To forget everything and live like I used to. To erase everything and go back to the way things were.”

Her immediate answer felt like a cold gust of wind. Park Chigyeong, his eyes narrowed, set down his empty glass.

Clink. The sound of the glass hitting the tabletop echoed in the quiet hotel room.

“…What about you, sir?”

“Me? Well…”

He replied curtly, grabbing her chin and suddenly shoving two fingers into her mouth. Ugh, his index and middle fingers invaded her mouth, moving around as they pleased.

“Mmm, mm.”

She yielded, sensing his violent intent, as if he would pull out her tongue if she resisted. It was the same ruthless invasion as when he forced his penis into her mouth, just on a smaller scale. Her breath hitched, and her toes curled involuntarily.

“Taeri, when I look at you, I feel good one moment and terrible the next.”

“Ahh…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Taeri tried to push his fingers out with her tongue, but each time she did, he pushed them in further, as if punishing her.

“I went out of my way to cut your leash myself, even at my own expense, and this is all I get? Be a good girl and take it in properly.”

His cold eyes looked down at her, and she felt a chill run down her spine. At that moment, he spoke slowly, his tongue moving deliberately.

“I… want to live like this, with you.”

She realized it was his belated answer to her question. But what… what had she asked again?

The memory had already evaporated from her mind, erased by his rough actions.

Taking advantage of her dazed state, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and reached down, pulling her bathrobe open. Ah, before she could react, two fingers slipped inside her panties, mercilessly probing.

“Ah, ahh! Too… hard! It hurts… it hurts…”

Taeri instinctively grabbed his shoulders and shook her head. Park Chigyeong watched her writhe in discomfort, then chuckled and began to move his fingers more gently.

“This hurts, that’s too hard, that’s too much… you’re the most demanding person in the world.”

His rough thrusts became more rhythmic, circling her inner walls, and a strange sensation washed over her each time his fingers grazed her sensitive spot.

He wasn’t doing anything else, just staring at her, their faces close enough to kiss at any moment. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she felt herself getting wet, the moisture between her legs almost palpable. He seemed to notice her fast arousal as well, and a look of satisfaction spread across his face as he smiled.

“Want me to lick you?”

“N-No, don’t.”

“Spread your legs. I’ll lick you.”

As if he had never intended to listen to her wishes from the start, he sat her down on the chair he had been sitting on and lowered himself before her.

He grabbed her knees, spread her legs wide, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and moved between her legs.

“…!”

Taeri gasped and quickly tried to close her legs, but he easily forced them open with an inhuman grip. It was always like this. Her legs always opened easily for him.

She shivered at the sensation of the man’s sharp nose, his face buried between her legs, brushed against her most sensitive spot.

The man’s face, seen from below, looked even more sculpted than usual, especially the bridge of his nose, which gleamed in the light.

His tongue swept broadly across her clit, and then he began to probe her entrance with the tip of his tongue. She felt a gush of something spill out, and each time it did, he lapped it up without hesitation.

She wanted to cover her ears to block out the lewd sounds they were making together.

“Ahh, mm! S-Sir… Ahh, s-stop… This is strange, strange…”

She gripped his hair with her bandaged hand, and he looked up at her, his elongated eyes wide open, his hair clutched in her grip.

As if studying her reaction, he thrust his tongue deeper inside her.

Slurp, slurp, slurp. 

His face, moving rhythmically between her legs, looked utterly obscene.

“Sir, hngh… I don’t like it… like this… I don’t like it.”

“Then what do you like? You have to tell me, so I can do it for you.”

“I don’t like… anything like this…”

“You seem to like kissing…”

He trailed off, pulling his tongue out of her vagina, and a long string of her fluids followed. He smirked mischievously, his lips glistening with her wetness.

She hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol, but her cheeks suddenly felt hot. Her vision blurred, and her head spun, his figure filling her sight.

“Give me your tongue.”

Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down. She stumbled on the chair, and he quickly grabbed the back of her head, twisting her face towards him and kissing her.

“…Mm!”

He suddenly stood up, still kissing her, and she found herself dangling from his lips, like a cicada clinging to a tree.

He easily pulled her up and thrust his tongue into her mouth, the same tongue that had been probing her core now invading her lips.

Her lips were too small to contain his tongue. It pushed past her lips, his eager kiss almost swallowing her small nose whole.

Everything about him was big, and everything about her was small. Everything he did was overwhelming, and he found her difficult.

“Haa, mm…”

Unable to breathe under his relentless assault, Taeri finally broke the kiss.

Without giving her a moment to recover, he pushed her onto the minibar, positioning himself behind her and pulling her bathrobe completely open.

“Are you… going to do it… right here?”

Taeri asked, gasping for breath, turning her head slightly to look at him. He looked down at her arrogantly, stroking his engorged penis.

“Yes. Right here.”

He pulled the tie of her bathrobe and suddenly grabbed her wrists, tying them together behind her back. Fear washed over her, and she shook her head frantically.

“Sir, I don’t like this, I don’t! It’s weird! Untie me! Let’s do it normally… okay? Let’s do something normal…”

“What’s normal? Doggy style in bed?”

He chuckled, blowing her hair away from her forehead. His cold expression told her he was annoyed again.

When did he become annoyed? At the restaurant? In the elevator? When she hadn’t sucked his fingers properly?

Figuring out what had displeased him was as difficult as predicting the end of the world. Something she wouldn’t know today, tomorrow, or ever…

“You can’t go back to the way things were, Taeri.”