OM 3
by Calen_ongo“Sunbae, did you… know about me?”
A meaningful gaze pierced through her. It was a question loaded with many implications. Tae Minhyuk seemed to understand and gave a slight nod.
“Of course I knew. You’re Hanyeong’s daughter.”
So he did know.
Hanyeong Group, which has ranked between 60th and 70th in Korea’s business world each year, is a logistics and distribution conglomerate that has endured steadily for fifty years since its founding.
Noh Jinyoung, the chairman of Hanyeong, married Park Eunha, the only daughter of a well-off family, just a month after they met. But despite family opposition, the marriage, which had been pushed forward, ended in divorce after just three years.
Park Eunha returned to her parents’ home with custody of their daughter, and Yuwon was raised without hardship by her grandparents, even after her mother remarried and left for Rome. Later, she heard that her late paternal grandfather had believed it would be easier for his son to remarry if there were no children from the first marriage.
“These days, my bastard dad and your father are probably working the same circles.”
“Your… what?”
“He’s not exactly someone who deserves respect.”
Cigarette smoke curled from the filter like mist. His pale, flawless face. Youthful features framed by hair falling lightly over his forehead. A wristwatch glittering like a sapphire in the light.
From head to toe, he seemed to be dressed casually, but the total cost of his outfit probably exceeded tens of millions of won. At a glance, he might’ve looked like a delinquent, but his sharp eyes held a depth and weariness far beyond his age of twenty-four.
Maybe the reason he’s so jaded… has something to do with his mother’s death.
Yeo Inhee, the second wife of the Taesung Group chairman, had passed away from a long-standing heart condition when he was young—or at least, that was the official cause. But once, while dozing off, Yuwon overheard her maternal grandmother and mother talking, and learned that the truth was different.
Yeo Inhee had hanged herself in her empty bedroom the night her husband went to his mistress. And the first person to discover the scene was—
“I still haven’t heard your answer. I asked if you’ve got a thing for me.”
“Huh? W-Well, you’re famous, sunbae… so I guess I’m a fan…”
“A fan? Sure. I’ve done photo shoots, I’m a public figure, so you can say that.”
“I mean, I am a fan, but calling it ‘a thing’ sounds a bit….”
“Should I make it one, then?”
“W-What?”
At first, she really didn’t understand what he meant. But she wasn’t so naïve as to miss the suggestive tone of a man and woman “doing it” without even needing a direct object.
But at that moment, her mind went completely blank. She just stood there, staring up at Tae Minhyuk like a fool.
“You don’t have experience, do you? How boring.”
“…Huh?”
“What a waste. A virgin at twenty-two in this day and age?”
He grinned. Only then did she realize what he was implying. It felt like getting smacked in the back of the head.
“You’re joking… right?”
“I’m serious.”
“…”
“You scarfed down that premium AAA-grade Korean beef, wine, and dessert, and now you’re acting like this is some kind of joke?”
“I think you’ve misunderstood something. I… I don’t just sleep with anyone.”
Even with her mind in a haze, her voice came out steady. She didn’t know if she was angry or just stunned—it was hard to grasp her own emotional state.
“Anyone?”
He blew out a puff of cigarette smoke, holding it between his index and middle fingers, not bothering with the slightest effort to keep the smoke from drifting toward her.
“Well, sure. People usually hook up with someone they’re attracted to.”
Hook up? Why’s he suddenly talking about hooking up…?
“I thought you were into me. All that stalking, snooping, and buying me meals way beyond your budget.”
“I didn’t stalk or snoop! I just wanted to thank you for helping me that day…”
“If you don’t sleep with just anyone, then who do you get it on with?”
Get it on? Is that another word for sex? What happened to standard language?
“What’s your criteria for picking someone to screw?”
No way—that screw? Like when people say something’s screwed up? So then, screwing means…
“Isn’t it obvious? With someone you like… in a proper, committed relationship, having a normal, healthy… wholesome… uh… sex life…”
“Healthy? Wholesome? What is this, some kind of hot cold brew nonsense?”
He took another drag from his cigarette and smirked, as if he’d just heard the world’s most ridiculous joke.
“Talking about dicks, pussies, and balls—what’s all this ‘healthy’ and ‘wholesome’ crap? If it’s a hygiene issue, maybe I get it.”
“Wha… what?”
“Listen up. Fucking is just fucking. If you’re not into it, that’s that. Thanks for dinner. See ya.”
Tae Minhyuk let out a short laugh and turned away without hesitation. Broad shoulders, a firm back, long legs—his retreating figure, hands in his pockets, striding away confidently, looked like something out of a fashion magazine.
“Wait a second!”
She could have just turned around and cursed him as a lunatic under her breath. But her tongue seemed to move on its own, as if it had a will of its own.
“Then… why don’t you date me? If we’re officially in a relationship, then—”
“Why should I?”
“…”
“Why would I go out with you?”
He laughed with disbelief, even his shoulders shaking slightly.
“You don’t turn me on that much.”
“W-Well… still, you were turned on at least a little, weren’t you? I mean, you were the one who brought it up…”
A dreadful silence fell. Just as she bit her lip in humiliation and prepared to turn away, he burst out laughing—not a mocking scoff, but a genuine, hearty laugh from deep inside.
“Should we, then?”
“…”
“Even if it’s just for a day, dating is still dating. People get divorced and cancel honeymoons—so what’s the big deal?”
Tae Minhyuk rang the bell next to the back door, calling over an employee. He handed over the now-finished cigarette and strode over to Yuwon with no hesitation in his steps.
“Shall we go then?”
“W-Where…?”
Instead of answering, he simply smiled. In her dazed state, she blinked slowly.
When she opened her eyes again, the look in Tae Minhyuk’s eyes made her heart clench tight. The smile from a moment ago had completely vanished—what remained was a gaze filled with rising desire and dark, dangerous heat.
The silver eardrop in his left ear swayed gently in the breeze.
* * *
The cold touch of the ring on his index and ring fingers grazed the inside of her thigh.
She didn’t have the strength to stop the hand sliding between her legs. There was no time to shower, let alone undress or mentally prepare.
“Ah!”
A scalding hot hand dug under the edge of her underwear. The palm, slickly gliding down her skin, paused at the center of her pussy, damp with moisture.
A sudden gush inside her core made Yuwon arch her back sharply. The hem of her loose dress had ridden up to her stomach, leaving her lower half exposed, practically naked.
“W-Wait… just a second…”
As his fingers began to wiggle, goosebumps prickled along her nape. The alien sensation of his fingertips teasing around her pussy and clit sent shivers clawing down her spine. Something hot surged inside her again.
In that brief moment, her pussy grew even wetter than when Tae Minhyuk’s hand first slipped inside her underwear. Whether it was from the dampness of his intruding palm or the fluid leaking from between her legs, she couldn’t tell.
His other hand burrowed into the bunched-up fabric around her navel. As his palm shoved into her bra and gripped her breast, brushing against her nipple, a jolt of pleasure made her hips buck.
“Ugh, nngh…”
His thumb teased her nipple, rubbing it up and down, side to side, in a tormenting dance, and the ecstasy surged even more fiercely. Her head felt like it was unraveling. Beneath the desperate craving for him to touch her harder, her body and mind were completely out of sync.
But the next moment, as his fingers prodded at the edge of her pussy’s entrance, she snapped back to reality. For some reason, she felt that kissing him first might make her feel a little safer.
“…Start with… ngh…”
“What?”
“A kiss first…”
“Picky, aren’t you? For a virgin.”
Tae Minhyuk let out a scoffing laugh. But the hand stroking her pussy obediently withdrew. The heat of his hand between her legs vanished, leaving an odd sense of emptiness. That void lingered only briefly as Yuwon held her breath.
Tae Minhyuk brought his glistening fingertips to his mouth, sucking them slowly. The wet, smacking sounds—tsst, tsst, smack—grew louder bit by bit. It felt like he was deliberately making noise to flaunt it under her gaze.
“Alright, a kiss first, as you wish.”
He licked his lips with his tongue, then reached out again. In the blink of an eye, he cradled her nape and plunged his tongue straight between her soft lips.
“Mm, hngh!”
Something wet and warm swept across her palate, grazed the soft mucous membrane, and jabbed at her uvula. Tae Minhyuk’s tongue was unbelievably large, thick, and long.
The tongue that teased her uvula seized her small, helpless tongue with sharp precision, coiling around it in one swift motion. It felt like her tongue was bound tightly by some unknown tentacle, like a rope. Her strength drained from her body, her eyelids trembling uncontrollably.
It was as if her entire mouth was being devoured. Her lips, mucous membranes, salivary glands, uvula—and now her tongue—were wholly claimed, consumed entirely, as if she were being eaten alive.