IF: Choi Deok-hun (FIN)
Late summer in August clung with a vicious stickiness. Even with the air conditioner blasting at full power, there was no stopping the heat that punched straight through the café’s floor-to-ceiling glass.
My belly, now six months along, had swollen so round it refused to hide beneath even a thin dress. My movements were growing heavier by the day, yet Choi Deok-hun seemed to savor my increasingly clumsy body all the more.
“A-yeong, come here.”
On a quiet weekday afternoon with almost no customers, he called me behind the counter.
He sat in his chair, pulled my waist in, and shoved a rough hand up under the hem of my dress. At that familiar touch I naturally draped my arms around his shoulders and let out a coquettish little moan.
“Uncle, doing this in the middle of the day… what if a customer walks in?”
“If they come, they come. Who’s gonna complain about me feeling up my own wife in my own shop?”
He laughed and lightly stroked my swollen belly. Every time his fingers brushed me, a sharp tingle shot deep through my lower abdomen.
I settled between his thighs, buried my nose against the nape of his neck, and drew in a long, deep breath of his scent. Ever since I walked out on my father five months ago, my entire world had shrunk to nothing but this man’s arms.
Ding-a-ling—.
The café door opened, shattering the quiet. I started to turn, assuming it was just another customer, when Choi Deok-hun’s hand suddenly froze.
The instant I saw the silhouette standing in the doorway, my heart plummeted straight to the floor.
“…Park A-yeong?”
A cracked voice. Backlit by dusty sunlight stood Lim Se-yeong, looking far more gaunt than the boy I remembered.
“Se-yeong…?”
His name slipped out before I could stop it.
He stared back and forth between my rounded belly and the way I sat on the man’s lap, as if he couldn’t believe it—or simply refused to. His eyes trembled in pure devastation.
“You… what the hell are you doing here? You cut off every contact, stopped coming to school… Do you have any idea how worried Hui-yeong and I were? We asked around everywhere… and finally, finally tracked you down here….”
Lim Se-yeong approached the counter on trembling legs. His desperate gaze collided with my unfocused eyes.
“A-yeong, please come to your senses. This isn’t right. He’s friends with your father. How can you do this? It’s not too late. Pack your things and let’s go. I’ll… I’ll take responsibility for everything. I’ll help you re-enroll, and the baby too….”
His voice was raw with desperation—the cry of that pure, righteous world I once admired. But those words no longer stirred anything inside me.
My body, long since addicted to Deok-hun’s scorching lust, already knew just how dull and empty the “normal life” Lim Se-yeong kept preaching truly was.
A heavy shadow fell across my back. Choi Deok-hun rose slowly from his chair and stepped up behind me.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he laid a possessive hand over my swollen belly and pulled me into his embrace from behind.
“Hey, kid. Where exactly do you think you’re taking someone else’s woman?”
His low, threatening voice filled the café. One hand settled on my shoulder while he fixed Lim Se-yeong with a victor’s stare.
“As you can see, A-yeong’s living just fine—even carrying my kid. School? Re-enrollment? What the fuck does that crap matter to her? The only thing that matters to A-yeong is my cock.”
At those blatant words Lim Se-yeong’s face drained of all color. Leaning into Deok-hun’s chest, I simply watched the despair twist across Se-yeong’s features.
I felt neither guilt nor shame. Instead, soothed by the solid security of Deok-hun’s hand cradling my belly, I nuzzled my cheek against him like a contented cat.
Choi Deok-hun smirked lewdly and roughly seized the nape of my neck. Then, clearly savoring the fact that Se-yeong was watching, he crushed his mouth against mine as if he meant to devour me.
“Mmph—nnngh…!”
Wet, obscene sounds of lips and tongue tore through the café’s silence. His tongue ravaged every corner of my mouth, branding me with his taste.
I met Lim Se-yeong’s stare head-on, pulled Deok-hun’s neck tighter, and tangled our tongues even deeper.
My five-month belly pressed hard against his abdomen, the pressure almost painful—yet even that pain felt like the purest pleasure right now.
“A-A-yeong…! What are you doing?! Snap out of it! Look at what that man has done to you!”
Lim Se-yeong screamed and slammed both hands on the counter. Tears welled in his eyes; rage and grief warred in his shaking voice.
Once upon a time I had been grateful to this boy… had even truly liked him. Now he was breaking down right in front of me.
But when the kiss finally ended and I turned my head from Deok-hun’s chest, my eyes were ice-cold. I licked my swollen lips and fixed the horrified Se-yeong with a flat, merciless stare.
“Se-yeong. You’re being loud. Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here and throwing a fit?”
“What…? A-yeong, it’s me. Your friend Se-yeong! You’re being gaslighted right now. That uncle blackmailed you, didn’t he? Tell me he did!!”
“Blackmail? Gaslighting?”
I let out a soft, scornful laugh and laid my hand over Deok-hun’s where it rested on my belly.
“Don’t delude yourself. I like Uncle. No—I can’t live without this man. That boring school, that future you keep talking about… what meaning do any of those things have for me?”
I leaned closer and whispered the truth straight into his ear.
“Right now I’m carrying Uncle’s child, and every night he loves me. This life is a hundred times happier than anything you could offer.”
“A-yeong…!”
“Enough. You showing up just ruined the mood. Do you even know how Uncle treats me? He knows every single inch of my body. The way he digs into all my weak spots feels so fucking good. Do you honestly think a weakling like you could ever imagine it?”
My blunt, merciless words turned Lim Se-yeong’s face the color of ash. He stumbled backward, lips trembling as if he had just witnessed something unspeakable.
Choi Deok-hun smiled the smile of a complete victor and delivered the final blow.
“You heard her, kid? Our A-yeong can’t even hear the words of a brat like you anymore. Get lost while I’m still being nice. Or should I show you right here how I handle this pregnant bitch?”
His hand roughly yanked open the front of my dress. Brown nipples beaded with milk spilled free. Far from feeling shame, I pressed myself even tighter against him and glared at Se-yeong.
“Hey, kid. Want a taste of breast milk?”
The sight dropped Lim Se-yeong to his knees. I spat the words at him like ice.
“Leave, Se-yeong. Don’t ever come looking for me again. I never want to see a scrawny weakling like you twice. Uncle and I are about to have a good time, so get the fuck out.”
Se-yeong finally clamped a hand over his mouth as if fighting nausea, then fled through the café door like a man running for his life.
Ding-a-ling— The door closed, and with that single sound my past was severed forever.
Silence settled over the empty café. Choi Deok-hun spun me around and pinned me hard against the wall.
“Hey. I kinda liked that just now. Watching you shut that little shit down was hot as hell.”
“He interrupted our good time. I’m going crazy wanting Uncle’s cock already.”
I groped near the zipper of his pants and smiled up at him, pure invitation. The late-summer sun still poured through the windows, but my world had already been completely swallowed by him—sinking deeper and deeper into a darkness from which there would be no return.
The mid-January cold snap frosted the windows solid, yet the bedroom burned with thick, humid heat.
Exactly one month after giving birth. The hospital had told me to rest longer, but my body was already thrashing out of control, starving for Choi Deok-hun’s vicious pheromones.
The woman in the mirror looked nothing like the girl of ten months ago.
My belly, stretched by childbirth, still hadn’t flattened. My breasts, heavy and taut with milk, leaked white streams at the lightest brush, sending sharp thrills of pain and pleasure through me.
And my eyes—those once-clear eyes of youth were gone. Only the lewd, hungry gaze of a bitch waiting for her master’s hand remained.
“Hnnngh… ah…! Uncle, gently… it still hurts there….”
Choi Deok-hun seized my spread hips without mercy and forced me face-down onto the bed. The rough caresses that followed drowned every flicker of pain beneath pleasure tens of thousands of times stronger, melting my reason away.
“Hurts my ass. Look at that greedy hole twitching open for more. Hey, Park A-yeong. Did having the kid make your insides even hotter? The way you’re clamping down is fucking incredible.”
He let out a beastly roar and pressed the thick, bare head of his massive cock against my entrance—no condom, nothing between us.
Shlick—! Squish—!!
“Hyaaaah!! Uncle, Uncle…! It’s so—so good…! Deeper! Thrust—thrust me harder…!”
A raw scream tore from my throat. Walls still sensitive from birth accepted his invasion completely raw and convulsed around him.
Bare flesh locking together in sticky heat sent lightning straight up my spine into my brain.
Slap—! Squish, squelch—!
“Haa, fuck… yeah, this is the taste! Park A-yeong, you’ve really lost it, haven’t you? A bitch who just gave birth less than a month ago thrashing like this while getting fucked… how the hell am I supposed to leave you alone, huh?”
He snapped his hips without mercy.
My soaked ass slapped wetly against the mattress; every impact vibrated through my entire body. Shame had long since been discarded.
“Haa… haa… Uncle, harder… fuck me harder! I’m… Uncle’s cum-drinking bitch! I want another one… another of Uncle’s babies!! Fill me up!”
The filthy words spilling from my mouth only stoked his sadism higher.
He fisted my hair, yanked my head back, and growled hot breath against my ear as he drove into his final spurt.
Crunch, crunch—! Squish!
“Yeah, fuck! This is why I keep you! Park A-yeong, you’ll spend the rest of your life under me with your legs spread, screaming just like this! Understood?”
“Yes—yess…! I’ll live my whole life taking Uncle’s seed! Without Uncle… I might actually die! Haaang! I’m coming—I’m going…!”
At the peak, Choi Deok-hun’s massive body shuddered and poured scalding liquid into the deepest part of me.
His semen flooded and warmed my empty womb, filling the hollow left after birth. With every cell I felt it again—I had been perfectly, completely conquered by the man named Choi Deok-hun.
For a long while he stayed draped over me, breathing hard, then slowly stroked my sweat-slick back.
That touch was still so gentle it raised goosebumps; the contradiction made me tremble and smile.
Now I understood. The path I chose ten months ago when I left my father, and five months ago when I slammed the door on Lim Se-yeong, had never led to ruin.
It had led exactly where I had always craved—to a life as a slave of pure, merciless pleasure.
I stared at the winter landscape beyond the window with empty eyes.
The world outside would keep flowing cold and cruel, but inside this bedroom I would live only as the lewd woman who answered solely to Choi Deok-hun’s commands.
His child was already growing inside me again, and my body still throbbed with the aftershocks of what we had just done. What life could possibly be more perfect than this?
I nestled deeper into his arms and threw myself willingly into a state from which I never wanted to wake.
