The Former Idol Is a Madam (2)
Suyeon's wide eyes locked onto me, fury and a flicker of bewilderment swirling together in them. My hand, still clamped hard around her pussy, was trembling.
Through the black stockings covering her mound, I could feel the heat of her body. Was she already getting turned on?
Slap!
"Ah!"
Suyeon finally sent me sprawling across the floor with a vicious slap.
Fuck, that hurt...
"Hey, you son of a bitch. Have you lost your goddamn mind?"
She screamed at me, snatching a cup off the table and hoisting it high as if she were about to smash it down on my skull.
"Ah... sorry..."
I didn't have a choice. I had to keep her occupied until Mi-kyeong finished talking to Seongdae. All I could do was pray Mi-kyeong would actually manage to talk him around.
Why the hell do these motels have such shitty soundproofing?
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The bewilderment had already vanished from Suyeon's eyes. She was staring at me now, seething.
"I... I'm sorry..."
"What the hell are you doing right now? Are you insane?"
"You... you're just... so pretty... I couldn't help myself..."
For a split second I thought I saw a faint flush color her cheeks. Her pupils trembled, just barely.
Ding-dong.
Thank God. Our room's doorbell finally rang. The appointed time had come — today's client had arrived.
"Haa... fuck... I'll deal with you later."
Suyeon set the cup down and glared at me, her eyes still sharp with leftover anger.
Thankfully, not a sound came from the next room. Had they already finished talking? The silence beyond the wall made me think Mi-kyeong had somehow managed to persuade Seongdae without Suyeon noticing.
Click.
Ah... so now it was my turn to work.
The motel door opened, and someone stepped slowly inside.
"Wha...!?"
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The woman walking through that door was the woman I loved.
"Wh-what!? What are you doing here?"
"Do... Dongho..."
She looked every bit as stunned as I was. Her hair was pulled back neatly, and she'd even put on makeup — she looked like a beautiful young wife. A white cotton dress that fell to her knees traced every curve of her body while still giving her an air of innocence.
But... why was she here?
She and I stared at each other, both trying to make sense of the situation. She had no idea I was working as a seonsu under Suyeon.
But how on earth...?
"Pfft..."
A small laugh slipped from Suyeon's lips as she watched us. Satisfaction and mockery coexisted on her face, as if everything were unfolding exactly according to her plan.
"Wh-what?"
I turned to Suyeon, who was wearing that wicked smile.
"What the hell is going on!?"
I barked at her, loud. Something was going very, very wrong — I could feel it in my gut.
"What's going on? I called her."
"What?"
"I said I called her. I told her I had something to discuss with her today. That if she came, I'd show her something even more surprising."
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you trying to steal Seongdae out from under me?"
"....."
Suyeon's expression hardened, and those furious eyes locked onto me again.
So that was it. She'd known about my relationship with Mi-kyeong all along. I wanted to know how she'd figured out our plan, but there was no way I could ask her. She wasn't the type to give a straight answer anyway.
"But why did you call her too?"
"I have to show her, thoroughly, what happens when you don't listen to me."
"Su... Suyeon... what's going on here?"
The woman I loved was still standing there with her handbag, just as stunned as I was. Listening to our conversation, she seemed to be piecing the situation together.
"Have a seat over here."
Suyeon looked at her trembling figure and offered her a chair. She walked slowly past me and sat down where Suyeon had indicated. As she settled into the chair, her dress split open, revealing the smooth length of her thighs and legs.
"Haa... why are you interfering with me?"
Suyeon's haughty expression had returned. She asked the question in a flat, emotionless tone.
"Su... Suyeon... what do you mean, interfering?"
"Right now... you're getting in the way of my work, ma'am."
"N-no... that's..."
"Because of Seongdae? Did I force him into this? He's doing it of his own free will."
"What?"
Suyeon was speaking quickly, her voice low. To anyone watching, it would have looked like she was interrogating a woman who'd done something wrong.
The woman I loved looked even more bewildered, her eyes going wide. The hand clutching the handbag in her lap was trembling, visibly.
"Why do you keep getting in my way?"
Suyeon, by contrast, was calm. No — more than calm. She was ice-cold, almost vicious. In that moment, her old nickname, Ice Princess, suited her perfectly.
"Th-that's... because my son is doing something terrible."
"Ma'am! This isn't something terrible — it's a job. Work that pays a fair price. Do you understand?"
"Hey, Heo Suyeon!"
Her tone was getting more and more insolent, and I finally snapped her full name. Suyeon's piercing gaze shot toward me. I wanted nothing more than to slap her across the face and walk out of there holding the woman I loved by the hand... but she had leverage on me. I couldn't.
"Stay out of this. Unless you want to die."
Suyeon enunciated every word of the threat, then turned back to the woman I loved. She seemed to be choosing what to say next.
"Paying... money... to buy Seongdae's body... how is that a legitimate job?"
She was struggling to get the words out. The mere fact that her son was tangled up in something like this seemed to terrify her.
"Haa... this is something Seongdae wants to do. There's nothing I can do about it."
"D-don't lie to me. Seongdae wants this? My Seongdae would never do something like that."
She was convinced that Suyeon was entirely to blame for her son getting mixed up in this. She had no idea what kind of person Seongdae really was at school. To her, he was just a good, precious son.
That's not it, though... Seongdae is such a... piece of shit...
"Haa. Fine. I don't want to deal with this anymore either. I'll tell Seongdae to stop."
"Really?"
Her face brightened for a moment. If she could just get Seongdae out of this place, it looked like she'd do anything.
"But. If Seongdae still wants to do it, there's nothing more I can do."
"What did you say?..."
"I can't shut this operation down just because Seongdae isn't here, and I can't stop because of you either, ma'am. I have to keep going until I reach my goal."
Suyeon meant every word. Watching her speak, I found myself almost losing myself in how beautiful she was.
Ah... wait. I can't be thinking like that with the woman I love sitting right next to me.
"I'll ask Seongdae and let him decide. That's as far as my role goes."
"Alright... Suyeon... thank you, truly..."
Her expression brightened further. No — tears were on the verge of spilling from those large eyes. She seemed genuinely moved by the thought that she might be able to pull her son out of this pit.
"If Seongdae says he wants to keep doing it. Don't ever interfere in this again."
"What...?"
Suyeon looked her straight in the eye.
"I'll say it one more time. If you get in my way again... it won't end as just a little event like today."
Finished speaking, Suyeon looked back and forth between the two of us. Her eyes carried the will to expose everything — as if she already knew exactly what was between us.
The woman I loved and I both knew, without needing to say a word, exactly what kind of person Suyeon was. She was more than capable of following through. She was the type who couldn't rest until she'd eliminated anything that stood in her way.
"Do you understand?"
"......"
She didn't answer Suyeon's question. She stared up at the ceiling, as if asking for a moment to think, holding back her tears.
"Haaah...!"
That was when it happened. From the quiet room next door, a moan came seeping through the wall.
"Hnnngh... ahhngh..."
No way...
Seongdae and Mi-kyeong, the schoolteacher, were supposed to be in that room together... so the two of them were...?
For a moment I pictured her arriving in that short miniskirt, her voluptuous body barely covered. The kind of outfit that made you want to hike the skirt up over her ass right then and there and shove your cock through her panties.
Seongdae hadn't been able to resist that sexy figure either. I could already picture him greedily devouring that seductive woman.
"Hahh... you're so sexy... take your top off."
A man's voice came through the wall. Anyone who'd ever met him would recognize that thick, deep voice instantly. It was Seongdae.
Seongdae's voice bled through the wall. The expression of the woman who'd been lost in worry and distress changed in an instant.
"Se... Seongdae?"
She repeated her son's name, as if she couldn't believe the moans reaching her ears. Her thighs, peeking out from beneath the handbag, had begun to tremble.