Hong Soo-ah
Why the hell is this bitch here?
For a moment my mind simply stopped. Thoughts crashed through one another and kept going.
Hong Soo-ah.
The woman who had branded me a molester. The one who had done more than anyone to pin what was left of me up in that virtual space called the internet, mounted like a specimen of trash. And after all of that, she had slipped free like an eel and never taken a single legal consequence.
Someone who had absolutely no business being here was planted square in front of my door.
Faced with a situation that made no sense, I left the door half open and stared at her, blank. She seemed to register me in the same instant. Her brow tightened.
"How long ago did I ring the bell? You're only opening it now?"
"......"
"Anyway. You got time? If you do, talk to me."
"I don't."
"Then make some. Since when does a beggar bastard get to refuse me?"
I was so dumbfounded the words wouldn't come. She shows up unannounced and starts barking down at me, and now she's ordering me around however she pleases?
Beep—
"Hm? Oh, Oppa!"
The same woman who had just decreed that I manufacture time for her answered a call out of nowhere and started letting herself into my home. She hiked each leg up to toe her shoes off, swinging her ass from side to side as she did.
"Ugh, the smell. A beggar's den, through and through. Hm? It's nothing. I just stepped out for a bit. Had something to clean up."
"......"
With that, she went and sat on the floor. The ultra-short skirt left her thighs bare, and her white panties were on full display.
Clean up?
I didn't understand a word of it, but she was already inside, so I shut the door and followed her in.
She was pulling out some papers. Still on the phone.
"What else can I do? They won't take me back until I've cleaned up everything I caused, with my own two hands."
"......"
"I at least have to look like I'm trying. I still need them to unfreeze my accounts. Anyway, so I figure it'll take about a week, okay? Even if I don't pick up, just understand. Yeah. Love you!"
The call ended as quickly as it had begun. The radiant smile she'd worn while talking sank just as fast, and an arrogant, haughty expression took its place entirely.
Hong Soo-ah looked at me, sneering.
"You've been running around explaining yourself about that day. Posting the truth all over the communities, too. Except your little explanation got ripped apart — people saying it's an AI fake. Pfft."
In the world as it actually was, the truth didn't matter. If anything, the lurid, sanctimonious lies were what drew the eye — what burned bright and kept on burning. Fake news spread as if it were fact, and nobody bothered to clean any of it up. That was society now. And I was one of its victims.
"Bet you're wondering why I came."
"......"
"I came to settle."
"Settle?"
"You might not know this, but I come from a family with money. That day I was stressed, so I played a little prank... Ha. The problem is I got way too famous off it. If the truth came out, let's just say it would be inconvenient."
"......"
In short, she had come to buy my silence. That was the shape of it.
A laugh almost got out of me. One person gets buried alive by society, fired from his job, glared at by the neighbors until he can't take a single step outside — and the other is inconvenienced because she got too famous.
"Stop all that, and I'll pay you. How about it."
"......"
"I'm telling you to bury the truth quietly in your chest. Along with the money. Honestly, you're barely getting by, aren't you?"
A smirk on her lips, Hong Soo-ah swept a look around the apartment.
"Living in a rotten Happy Housing dump like this says it all. God. How worthless were your parents... Life's pretty tight, isn't it? You need the money, don't you?"
As she said it, she jabbed my chest with a brightly painted finger, again and again. There was no hesitation in the gesture.
Her face was pretty, her figure alluring, and when she smiled she was beautiful enough that the whole world might have answered — but the things she did belonged to a devil. She was a cat that had caught a mouse and meant to torment it until it died.
"Keep your head down and I'll give you a hundred million won. Live like you're already dead."
She named a sum that large without so much as a blink. The kind of wealth that made it plain she lived in a different world from mine. Maybe the rumor that had drifted through the communities a few times — that she was the youngest daughter of Hansong Group — was true after all.
But.
"Cut the bullshit. You think I'd take an offer like that?"
"Hm? Oh, the amount's too low? Want me to raise it?"
"Get out."
At my flat refusal, Hong Soo-ah's eyes went round.
Honestly, I was broke. That part was true. I'd thrown anything like pride away long ago, back when I was a kid, and for money I could have bent. If she had offered even one sincere apology, I might have taken the deal. No — I wouldn't even have needed money like that. An apology would have been enough.
But one thing.
Fuck. Dragging my parents into it crossed the line.
My parents. My father and mother, who had done everything they could to raise me, and who, even in the moment they died, had been full of nothing but worry for me. I genuinely cannot stand anyone using them as a weapon. I can endure being looked down on. I can endure being cursed at. I cannot endure my family being cursed at.
So there is no compromise. Before I die, this bitch is the one person I will get revenge on. No matter what.
Hong Soo-ah caught that look in my eyes. Smile creasing them, she rose from where she sat.
"Well, fine. That's how you want to play it?"
"......"
"Can't be helped. One look and I can tell negotiating any further is pointless... Then I'll just have to use a nastier method."
A nastier method?
"My oppa's doing pretty well for himself, you know. Burying one person is nothing to him. I'll have an outfit he knows take care of you."
"......"
"I made the offer. You're the one who refused. Don't forget that."
She looked down at me as she said it. Her face asked what someone like me could possibly do, and the malice in that gaze was intact — the malice of someone who truly meant to trample me and bury me.
"Flying off the handle just because I badmouthed your precious parents a little. Tsk, tsk. This is why beggar bastards never crawl out of poverty. That pride of theirs."
She even saw straight through what I was feeling, and laughed.
"......"
"Anyway, if you change your mind, call this number. I hate waiting, so I'll give you one hour."
Hong Soo-ah tossed a business card and started for the entryway.
Even then, I couldn't move from where I stood. I was as helpless in this moment as I had been on the subway. I had nothing. No strength. No background. No power. All I could do was clench my fist around the rage.
I was shaking in that despair when it happened.
A crash.
Hong Soo-ah went down.
"Ugh."
"...?"
She toppled for no reason at all, and she couldn't get back up.
"Wh-what. Why won't my body move..."
Her mouth kept flapping and her hips kept twitching. That was all. She flopped like a fish, trying somehow to move, and couldn't budge an inch. The more she struggled, the higher her skirt rode, until her white panties were bared completely — two full, plump cheeks, and the thick cleft settled between them, clear to the eye.
"Hey! Help me!"
"......"
"I must've hurt something. My body won't move, so call 911..."
Flop. Flop.
Drawn in by that provocative sight, I approached Hong Soo-ah as if possessed and climbed on top of her.
"Huh?"
Then I reached out, caught her panties, and dragged them straight down.
!!
I seized that ass, and the bliss that filled my hands—
Ah. So this was a woman's ass.
A rapture I couldn't put into words. The first woman's ass I had ever touched, and it felt as if my mind were evaporating into white.
"Y-you! Where the hell are you touching?! You beggar bastard! You wanna die?! Do you know who I am?!"
Vicious words. A loud voice. All of her arrogance, the way she looked down on me, was loaded into it, and so was the conceit that asked how the likes of me dared lay a hand on her body. At that browbeating, my body actually shrank back on reflex. On any ordinary day I might have been scared enough to retreat, just as she said.
But for some reason, in this moment alone, I was certain I stood above her. Right now Hong Soo-ah couldn't move, and she was pinned beneath me. What was done with her rested entirely on my choice.
I grabbed.
"Eek!"
I roughly seized Hong Soo-ah's pale, round ass and spoke.
"Hey. How about we settle with something other than money?"
"What? What are you even—"
"You know what I mean."
I took hold of her ass and spread it. The fair flesh crushed and parted like marshmallow, laying bare the inner flesh hidden between. A pussy she'd groomed bare, and a pretty, wrinkled asshole, both drawn tight as if shrinking in on themselves.
"Keep me company for a week, and I'll grant your request."
"Don't make me laugh! Get off me right now! Agh, why won't my body move! Just try laying a hand on me! You think I'll let it go?! I'll call my oppa and have him send you out of this world!"
"Pfft."
I snorted. Let her. I already had nothing left behind me. I'd been hanging by a thread on the subway as it was, and now society had buried me completely and driven me to the edge of a cliff. Was I supposed to care about something like that?
"Or if you apologize sincerely, even now..."
"Fuck off! What did I even do wrong! You think I'd watch my step around a beggar bastard like you?! You're finished! I'm calling my oppa right now, and he'll—"
...Right. Of course.
If she were the type to apologize, she never would have come this far. So I had no hesitation left either.
I drew my cock out. Only then did her face stall, going bloodless. The moment I laid it in the valley of her ass, Hong Soo-ah's expression turned desperate.
"W-wait! Okay! I-I'll apologize!"
"Too late. You can see the state of my cock and that still comes out of your mouth?"
"Ugh. Th-then I'll use my hand! Let's compromise with a hand!"
"Your hand?"
"Yeah!"
She nodded hard.
"I'm good with my hands! I'll drain you so good you'll love it!"
At that confident look, I smiled wide and raised my middle finger.
"Yeah. Fuck off, you fucking bitch."
!!
I can take the pussy, and I'm supposed to settle for a hand?
Even if I died, I was landing one on this bitch before I went. I brought my fully hard cock to the cleft of her ass.
"You called me a beggar bastard, right? Then get fucked stupid by that beggar bastard."
"N-no! Wait, I'm a vir—!"
I drove my cock in between her cheeks, rage behind the thrust.
In that instant, with the sensation of something tearing, a slick, burning wall of flesh clamped around my cock and wailed.
"Hnnnngh!"