Eat Plenty. You'll Need to Cum Inside Me Later
"If you say you're scared one more time... I'll rip your balls clean off?"
I jerked back on pure reflex, yanking the blanket up to my chin.
"Sorry."
Jeong Su-jeong rolled over again. We didn't say another word. Same bed, same blanket... yet the temperature between us felt completely different.
I stared at the ceiling. The mood light flickered faintly. Su-jeong had fallen asleep; her soft, even breathing filled the quiet. I snuck a hand over and cupped her breast. Su-jeong's tits... soft, yet springy as hell. Fuck, I was getting hard again...
Next morning. The weekend was over. I had to go to work. D-grade mandatory labor: forty-eight hours a week. I'd stayed up late fondling Su-jeong's breasts and overslept. Fuck, I was late.
I washed in a frantic rush and was about to bolt when Jeong Su-jeong opened the bedroom door.
"You're just waking up when your husband's heading out for work?"
After fucking her once, the fear didn't hit quite as hard.
"You bastard, you were groping my tits all night, weren't you?"
"No?"
"Fuck, I kept waking up. You son of a bitch."
"No?"
I fled the house like a man escaping a crime scene.
My workplace was a contracted development firm. Official name: Secure Intelligence Development Center. One of the outsourcing companies that maintained the national systems. I belonged to the Birth Control Bureau database security team. My job: managing access rights to the birth-information system DB and hunting security vulnerabilities. Who accessed what data, where a breach might open. Citizen grade data, matching algorithms—everything passed through my hands.
In an era where the birth rate decided whether the nation lived or died, one coding mistake could set six ministries on fire.
Nine a.m. I arrived at the office. The D-grade elevator was packed solid. The B- and C-grade elevators next to it had room to spare. What kind of fucked-up discrimination was this? No wonder people called it the birth caste system. Even funnier was the elevator for A-grade and above. The whole company had fewer than five A-grades, and those bastards barely showed up for work... yet they still had an elevator girl. What she actually did in there, I had no idea. We were just people grinding to keep our paychecks.
Palm scan at the entrance gate. Bio-auth cleared; I stepped into the office.
"Hey, Kwon Taeo—intern's starting today. You're her mentor."
The team leader's voice hit me the second I walked in. Hey. I'd barely been here five minutes and I was already a mentor? Ridiculous.
"Me? Mentor?"
"This is exactly what juniors are for. If you don't do it, should I—a B-level—do it instead?"
What choice did I have? And so the day began. Still, the idea of being someone's senior felt pretty good.
Around lunch the meeting-room door opened.
"I'm Kim Da-in, the new intern."
Her voice was clear. Sky-blue headband, thick brown permed hair. Heart earrings swinging from her earlobes. A white blouse and a slightly short checkered skirt that pulled the eye. Yeah... she was pretty. And cute. Until she opened her mouth.
"My mentor is Kwon Taeo?"
Her gaze locked on me for a beat, then raked me from head to toe.
"Obviously D-grade..."
"And?"
"Ah."
That was all. She didn't ask anything else, didn't smile. Just walked to her seat.
"Kwon Taeo, look at this for me."
Da-in called me over to her desk. Not "senior," not even "seonbae"—just Kwon Taeo. You little bitch. You're the one who should come to me, not the other way around.
"Click here, then connect it like this."
But it wouldn't work.
"Security team doesn't even know this?"
This fucking brat...
"By the way, Intern—how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
Nineteen. Ha... Nineteen was the only age in Korea where an adult could still be unmarried. At twenty everyone got auto-married. Sure, she was at the flower of her youth with a flower-like face—but she was a total brat.
"I'm twenty, and at the company I'm your senior."
"And?"
"Huh?"
"What... do you want me to do about it."
Right then the team leader walked past and tossed out a line.
"What's with the bickering? The senior's supposed to teach properly. Don't just scold her, you know."
"Yes."
Fucking hell. You'll start from D-grade next year too, you little shit.
Da-in called me again.
"Kwon Taeo, teach me this."
I explained. She half-listened.
"From now on, if you don't know something, don't call me—ask on messenger."
"Isn't it faster if you just come over?"
So fucking annoying. Brat.
The second I sat back down, the messenger pinged.
This bitch.
All I wanted was to get home to Su-jeong as fast as possible. What position should I fuck her in today? Doggy? Lmao. I was dying to clock out.
Five p.m. As quitting time crept closer, doggy was the only thought left in my head. A text arrived. Saved name: Crazy Bitch.
Oh. She was actually starting to feel like a real wife.
That single word—"you." Even I had to admit it had charisma.
Even her curse texts tasted sweet. Doggy. Doggy. Nothing else existed in my head. I stared at the clock. The second it hit six I shot out of my chair.
"Kwon Taeo, leaving already?"
Da-in looked up from her desk.
"Yes."
"D-grade clocking out on the dot? Something urgent?"
"Doggy..."
Why the hell was she asking that now.
"What?"
"I'm fucking busy, okay? Pick a fight later..."
I left her muttering behind me and power-walked out of the building.
The mart. Anyone looking would have known we were a couple. I pushed the cart while Su-jeong browsed. I stopped in front of the sausage section.
"Whoa, this looks good. Cheese stuffed inside the meat. Fucking awesome."
I picked up a pack. Right then Jeong Su-jeong was standing directly behind me, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, giving me that signature glare.
"You fucking bastard."
"Huh?"
"That's not allowed. Bad for stamina. Processed meat is banned."
"Ah..."
I quietly set the sausage back down. She walked off toward the butcher counter without another word. I followed with the cart.
"Let's combine our points and get Korean beef."
"Huh?"
"You need real protein if you want that load to reach the egg, you idiot."
Her tone was still cool, but the word "our" was in there. She tapped numbers into the calculator in front of the meat. Mushrooms, garlic, onions... the way she dropped each item into the cart was more careful than I expected.
"You cook too?"
"A bit."
"What if it tastes like shit, lol?"
Jeong Su-jeong turned her head. Her eyes calmly scanned me.
"Then I'll sew your mouth shut."
"Um... I'll eat it deliciously."
I smiled. Su-jeong turned away again. The corner of her mouth might have lifted a fraction. Or maybe not. The meat was Korean beef sirloin—six hundred grams. Su-jeong dumped two hundred fifty thousand of her own points on it. While we bagged everything I kept glancing toward the exit, half-expecting another C-grade asshole to jump us like yesterday. My pulse was racing. But Su-jeong didn't leave first. She waited for me.
Her knife work was smooth and practiced. But the knife wasn't what held my attention. The view of her cooking from behind was fucking lethal. Why was she completely naked under just an apron? Amazing, sure... but also a little curious.
"You're not wearing clothes?"
"Meat smell sticks to fabric."
A logic that half made sense and half didn't. Either way—the pale curve of her waist under the apron strings, that plump, perfectly rounded ass—was pure fucking sin. I wanted to devour that thick ass. The Korean beef could wait.
"I'm going crazy."
"What?"
"Your ass."
"Horny?"
"Yeah."
"Pfft~"
"You laughed."
Su-jeong didn't answer; she just switched on the induction burner.
"I want to eat your ass."
"Eat the meat first."
Whoa. Not "idiot." Not "I'll rip your balls off." Just "eat the meat first." Meat then ass. Meat then ass. Meat then ass. I chanted it in my head. My cock was rock-hard. She didn't scare me at all anymore—she felt human, wife-like, lovable.
"Hands off the meat. I'll handle the grill."
I squatted at the table and peeled garlic. It wasn't the smell of meat filling the house—it was the smell of people living there. Sizzle. The beef started cooking on the grill. Oil popping, garlic rolling.
"You look fucking pretty when you cook."
"I know."
She muttered it soft, but there was a laugh riding underneath. That was good. That speech, those curses, that blank face—warmth melting out of them little by little.
"Hey. Side plate."
"Yeah."
Su-jeong set a piece of grilled meat in front of me, topped with roasted garlic and salt. The moment it hit my tongue, rich fat and salt coated everything.
"This is seriously good."
"Eat plenty. You'll need to cum inside my pussy later."
Even the feeling of being raised like livestock felt warm. I reached out quietly and rested my hand on Su-jeong's ass, stroking it gently. She said nothing. She didn't pull away. She just kept grilling. One bite of meat. One caress of ass. One bite of meat. One pat of ass. Fucking perfect.
"Fuck, your hand habits are trash."
She said it, but she still didn't move away. Whether I was tasting the meat or her ass, I couldn't tell—but it was the best meal of my life.
After dinner we sat side by side on the sofa and turned on the TV. Weekday evening, the usual melodrama. The actress on screen asked,
"Do you even love me?"
The actor answered,
"You know what's disappeared from this world?"
"What?"
"Condoms, STDs, pregnancy tests."
"Lmao, true."
It was funny because it was accurate. Condoms were illegal. STDs had been wiped out by total national effort. Pregnancy tests had vanished years ago because the state checked every month. The actor continued,
"And love. Is there even such a thing as love?"
Jeong Su-jeong watched with her usual blank face while I poked at the mood with empty jokes.
"Today's meat was grilled perfectly. Needs a score. Out of ten..."
"Zero."
"Figures."
We were trading little laughs when the actor on screen suddenly shouted and slapped the actress across the face.
"I told you—if you don't listen, you get zero points. Do you even know what grade you are?"
The sharp crack of a palm. The woman's tears. Instantly the Jeong Su-jeong beside me flinched.
"Stop the love talk and just spread your legs."
The man slapped her again. She crumpled. I turned my head. Su-jeong was staring hard at the screen, her lips gone white.
"Hey... you okay?"
Jeong Su-jeong was biting her lip. She closed her eyes and spoke, small, almost inaudible.
"My first husband... hit me every day."
I stopped breathing.
"If you don't listen, zero points. He beat me every single evening."
Her lips trembled. Something was shattering behind her eyes. I silently picked up the remote and turned the TV off. The room went quiet. Su-jeong drew her knees up and curled in on herself like a cat.
"Su-jeong."
"It's fine."
I reached out carefully and laid my hand over the back of hers. She didn't shake it off. I pulled her into a gentle hug. She trembled in my arms. Slowly I turned toward her and cupped Jeong Su-jeong's face with one hand. Her wet eyes widened.
"What..."
As if to stop the word, I kissed her. I didn't tremble. It wasn't my head that moved me—it was my chest. I put a little pressure into the hand cradling her cheek; her breath came closer. Su-jeong's lips were surprisingly soft. Sweet lips, salty tears. As the kiss lengthened, her shoulders loosened a fraction. I didn't push my tongue in. Just a slow, deepening press of mouths.
When our lips parted, Jeong Su-jeong glared at me.
"You crazy?"
Her voice was low, but her eyes burned. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled. This time she kissed me. Rough. And... filthy as hell. Her tongue came first, sweeping my mouth, scraping my teeth, sucking my tongue like she meant to rip it out. She tilted her head and drove deeper. Breath mixed, spit mixed, feeling mixed. Jeong Su-jeong's fingers tangled in my hair; her kiss swallowed me whole.
When it ended, our foreheads were touching.
"Fuck... what. What the hell is this right now."