TTD Chapter 6

“Heeju, I made a reservation at that place we talked about.”

Heeju glanced at the message she had exchanged with Hyunsu before flipping her phone face down again.

Sitting at the bar, she took a sip of her cocktail, rested her chin on her hand, and let the jazz music wash over her.

A couple of hours had already passed since the new year began.

Tonight was the first time she had been given permission to stay out overnight.

She had always wanted to spend the night buried in the lively crowd of a bar, and tonight, she was finally able to fulfill that modest wish.

Perhaps being engaged had softened things—was it relief that everything was settled, or just a small pang of guilt?

“Wow, you drink well.”

As she swirled her cocktail and watched the liquid inside, a stranger slid into the seat next to her, striking up a conversation.

“Is that good?”

“Yes, it is.”

“I’ll have the same, please.”

The man ordered without hesitation.

Heeju found him a little annoying, but she let it slide.

After all, this kind of unwanted attention was just another part of the nightlife experience.

“Are you here alone?”

“Yes.”

“Do you come here often? I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name? How old are you?”

She simply looked at him, and the man—dressed in a striped shirt—awkwardly rubbed his chest, as if embarrassed.

“Ah, staring like that makes me nervous. Want to hang out with me?”

Heeju smiled. The man mirrored her expression, his lips curling up.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because once I finish this drink, I’m leaving.”

With that, she downed the last sip of her cocktail in one go and reached for her coat.

The man suddenly grabbed her wrist.

“Oh, got plans? With who? A guy?”

“That’s a secret.”

“Alright, alright. But how about just one more drink? Just one, okay? My glass is still this full.”

Heeju glanced at the cocktail the bartender had just handed to the person next to her.

There was another drink she had wanted to try…

“That one—I’ll have the same, please.”

The man was quick to catch on.

As Heeju settled back into her seat, she subtly checked the time.

Hyunsu was probably waiting.

She should drink quickly and go.

“Wow, that’s the strongest drink here.”

The dizziness hit her like a flood, as if she had just turned on a faucet.

Had the drink’s deceptively beautiful appearance masked its intense alcohol content?

She vaguely recalled the man murmuring those words as he watched her boldly take a sip.

So he hadn’t been lying.

She really needed to leave now.

No more.

Steadying herself, Heeju made her way back to her seat, casting a sideways glance at the man who still hadn’t left.

She grabbed her things.

“I ordered another drink for you, since you seemed to enjoy the last one.”

A red cocktail sat in front of her as if it had naturally belonged there.

The ruby-colored juice dripping from the grapefruit garnish vaguely resembled blood.

An uneasy feeling crept in before she could stop it.

Covering her lips with the back of her hand, she hastily pulled on her coat.

“Do you know what it’s called?”

The man leaned in, gripping her wrist with a smirk. His voice was a conspiratorial whisper.

“Orgasm.”

As soon as the sickening grin stretched across his lips, he yanked her arm roughly.

Heeju stumbled forward, falling against him.

“Where are you going? Stay and play with me.”

“Let go. I already have someone to play with.”

Her head throbbed.

Since she didn’t know her drinking limit, she hadn’t realized she’d already surpassed it.

Only when the alcohol made her stomach churn and her head spin did she recognize that something was wrong.

“Who?”

“I… I have someone. Let go. Please, just—”

The man was persistent.

The warmth of the indoor air only worsened her nausea, but he clung to her like a leech, oblivious to her discomfort.

“There are men here too, so just stay and have fun with me. I’m fun— Ugh! What the fuck!”

Ugh. Urgh.

It all happened in an instant.

Vomit splattered everywhere, and the man’s curse came too late—it was more of a horrified scream.

Barely holding herself together, Heeju grabbed a tissue from the bar to wipe her mouth as she struggled to stand.

A second wave of nausea threatened to rise, but she managed to suppress it.

Her gaze flickered awkwardly toward the dumbfounded man.

“See? I told you to let go.”

With a deep scowl on his face, he stood frozen in place.

Turning her back on him, Heeju hurriedly left the bar.

Thankfully, no one tried to stop her.

***

 In a dazed state, she took a taxi to the hotel and dragged her heavy body through check-in.

The cold air outside had kept her steady, but the warmth inside weighed down on her breath once again. The discomfort in her stomach had faded, yet a hazy, languid drowsiness spread through her, loosening her senses.

She collapsed onto the mattress, where only the soft glow of indirect lighting remained.

Phew…

With a heavy sigh, she blinked slowly, her eyelids fluttering open and shut. The ceiling above rippled like waves, moving closer, then drifting away, swirling in and out of focus.

Dizzy, she squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again, repeating the motion in an effort to steady herself.

Just then, the faint sound of a bathroom door opening reached her ears.

She barely moved her lips as she murmured,

“Sorry, Hyunsu. I was a little late, wasn’t I?”

“…….”

“Did you wait long? Phew, but… why is it so hot in here?”

 

As she tossed and turned a few times, she groaned and began taking off her outerwear. She roughly untucked her blouse from her skirt and reached down to roll her stockings down past her thighs.

Ugh… ugh…

As she let out small whimpers, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Need some help?”

Mumbling once again about how hot it was, she lifted her upper body slightly, as if sensing that something was off.

A man in a white robe stood just in front of her knees.

Through her blurry vision, the figure seemed oddly unfamiliar to be Hyunsu. He was much larger than the Hyunsu she knew.

“Hyunsu… have you been working out?”

The man—Ryu Iseok—looked down at Heeju’s face, caught between reality and drunken stupor, before bending his knee.

“Hyunsu… Hyunsu…”

“Jung Hyunsu isn’t coming.”

Her strength gave out, and she collapsed back onto the bed, mumbling at the ceiling.

“Haah… it’s so hot…”

The stockings clung to her like handcuffs, tightening with every movement.

“Want me to take them off?”

“Mmh… yeah… it’s too hot…”

He grasped her ankle and slowly rolled the stockings down from where they clung to her calves. Starting with her left foot, he carefully peeled them off.

Hyunsu is so kind.

She wasn’t sure whether she said it aloud or just thought it, but she mumbled again.

“Hngh—”

Something soft pressed against the inside of her ankle before parting slightly, followed by the wet sensation of something warm licking over her skin.

The strange, ticklish feeling made her shoulders tense as she lifted her head.

His lips grazed her skin, his gaze drifting toward hers at a slanted angle.

Her hazy eyes locked onto an unfamiliar, mesmerizing gaze, sticky and intense.

“…….”

Like licking soft ice cream, his gaze darkened as he trailed from her calf up toward her thigh.

Her legs tensed.

“So sensitive.”

 

Before she knew it, her legs were spread wide over the man’s broad shoulders. He lifted her skirt and bit the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

 

“Did Jung Hyunsu suck here too?” he asked.

 

His lips, exploring her inner thigh, suddenly pressed against her panties, sending an overwhelming and unfamiliar sensation that made her lower body tremble.

 

“I’m asking you a question,” he insisted.

 

“Ah…” she gasped.

 

“Did you get this wet when Hyunsu sucked you?”

 

“Ah…”

 

His nose pressed firmly against her, then pulled away. Emerging from under her skirt, he stroked her quivering thighs to calm her, then moved up to cover her body with his.

 

“Shh, I’ll do it better than that bastard. Just wait.”

 

Her dazed face looked up at Iseok. He rubbed his erection, visible through the gap in his gown, against her, then bit her neck. She felt the moist sensation travel down her throat, her eyes moving slowly, still not fully comprehending who was above her. Her face flushed red as his hand gently squeezed her breast, eliciting a soft moan.

 

Iseok’s expression changed as he slowly traced her mouth with his tongue. She reached up, wrapping her hand around his neck, urging him to continue. She wanted this, whatever it was, to go on.

 

His lips met hers softly, their tongues entwining gently before pulling away, leaving them both breathless. He stroked her lips, soothing her eager desperation.

 

“Yeon Heeju,” he murmured.

 

“More…” she pleaded.

 

He watched her red tongue flicker out, then pressed his thumb against her chin, gently opening her lips to reveal her neat, white teeth. He wanted to bite them. She nodded slowly, her face a mix of confusion and desire.

 

“I only intended to suck you,” he admitted.

 

He cupped her smooth jaw, pressing his thumb against the mole inside her lip.

 

“Don’t cry,” he warned.

 

Before she could process the lust in his voice, his lips captured hers fiercely. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, their breaths mingling as her soft moans escaped.

 

“Mmm, ah…” she gasped.

 

Her tongue flicked out, entwining with his. Iseok easily removed her underwear, wiping and caressing her wet pussy as if cleaning her labia. His hand, stroking her pussy folds, continued to rub her swollen clitoris with his fingertips. Unable to bear the heat, her slender fingers desperately ran through his hair, pulling him closer. The cool moisture spread between her fingers.

 

“Ah, Hyunsu…” she moaned.

 

As the overwhelming sensation built between her legs, her thighs spread wider, only to be met with unbearable pain.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Her hand frantically reached between her legs, grasping the base of his penis with trembling fingers. As her grip tightened, she clutched his shoulder, tears welling up in her eyes as she cried out, gazing blankly into the air.

 

“Ah, ah! Hyunsu, you weren’t this big… Ah!”

 

“Hyunsu isn’t here,” Iseok replied.

 

He took her weakly scratching hand and wrapped it around his neck. Gripping her hips, he thrust forcefully, his pelvis slapping against hers.

 

“Ah, ah! Please, slower…” she begged.

 

She clung to him, her voice breaking with each cry. The initial pain gradually transformed into a strange pleasure that consumed her consciousness until she finally succumbed.

 

Hours had passed.