Body Over Heart? Making a Slave (4)
I exhaled, long and slow. My mood was utterly filthy. Her voice still clung to my ears, those lewd, breathy moans she had poured into the phone. The moment I hung up, my heart started slamming against my ribs.
Hngh... haah...!
I could still hear her moans as clearly as if they were right against my ear. The mere thought of someone else's hands on her body — a body that should have been mine alone to devour — was repulsive.
What could I even do? Before I could finish the thought, my body was already moving. I threw the door open and took the stairs in a rush.
The instant I reached her door, a thousand thoughts flooded in at once. Right now, inside this house, the woman I love was getting fucked. No — she was being violated. By a man who wasn't me.
Fuck.
I could picture Seongdae's father's face as he shoved his cock into her pale ass. That flushed, pleasure-drunk look as he forced himself on her.
Ding-dong.
I let out another breath. Before I knew it, I had already pressed the doorbell. It was well past midnight, and that gnawed at me, but I couldn't help it.
Hadn't she been sending me a signal to save her? She couldn't stop her husband on her own, so she was asking for help. I couldn't ignore the woman I love crying out for rescue.
I don't know. Fuck it. Come what may.
There was no sign of life from inside. When the motion-sensor light above her door winked out, a wave of unease washed over me.
What? Are they just going to ignore me? Or is it already over...?
Growing desperate, I was about to knock when I heard someone opening a door inside.
Please.
Please let the woman I love appear as if nothing had happened. I could feel cold sweat beading on my forehead.
Click.
"Who is it?"
The door cracked open and someone's head poked out. A man's deep voice rolled through the hallway.
"Ah..."
Fuck... I'm screwed.
The sensor light flicked on, exposing his scowling face in full. The man looking me up and down with open distaste was Seongdae.
"The fuck...? What the hell do you want at this hour."
"Ah..."
The second he saw me, he spat a curse and glared. That brutish face of his was ugly no matter when you looked at it. I had momentarily forgotten that this house didn't belong to just Seongdae's father and the woman I love. In this den of demons, a real devil lived.
What... what do I even say?
My mind went blank. I had come down here seething with rage, never once considering Seongdae might be home.
"I said what the fuck do you want at this hour."
"Ah... your mom..."
"What? My mom?"
God. I sound like a fucking idiot...
In my panic, the words just tumbled out. Looking at his face, the scowl deepening even further, my guts must have shrunk to the size of a pea. Your mom? Really?
"My mom. What about her?"
"Ah. Is your mother doing alright...?"
"The fuck are you even talking about."
Irritated, he flung the door wide open.
"Asking if my mom's fine at this hour? What kind of bullshit is that!"
Seongdae's voice kept climbing. It boomed through the villa where everyone else was asleep.
"Ah... that... well."
"What's going on?"
That was when it happened. The woman I love's bedroom door opened, and a soft, ladylike voice drifted out.
"What's the matter?"
I looked at her with a face that was about to crumple. The face of the woman I love was flushed bright red.
"This guy's looking for you, Mom?"
"Oh my. Dongho. What's wrong?"
She was wearing nothing but a loose tank top and dolphin pants. For some reason, her entire body was flushed red. Through the deep neckline of her tank top, her breasts were completely visible.
Coming out now, of all times... ngh. I came for you.
But contrary to my hopes, she seemed flustered by my sudden visit. The secret only the two of us shared seemed to be making her anxious.
"Who is it at this hour? What's going on?"
Then Seongdae's father appeared. His expression was just as sour as Seongdae's. Clearly, I was a massive pain in the ass for interrupting his little conquest.
"Dongho? Are you sick?"
The woman I love stepped toward me and asked how I was. She must have noticed I was dripping with cold sweat.
"Ah... well..."
I couldn't think of a single thing to say. Her entire family was staring at me. My fists were soaked with sweat.
"You are sick, aren't you...?"
She placed a hand on my forehead, her face full of concern. A sweet, musky scent of sweat seemed to drift from her.
Haa...
That same mysterious scent that filled my nose whenever we made love reached the tip of my nose. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, too, like someone who had just been through a vigorous workout.
"What's this about?"
Seongdae's father, who had been waiting, asked with obvious irritation. The crotch of his shorts was still tented, standing at attention.
Fuck...
I felt the rage boiling up inside me all over again.
"Ah... um... are you feeling alright, ma'am?"
My mind started racing. First things first — get out of this mess.
"Huh?"
"My stomach started hurting after dinner. I was worried maybe the side dishes had gone bad."
"The side dishes went bad?"
"Yes. I'm fine, but I couldn't just sit there if you and your family got food poisoning."
Once the first lie was out, the rest came pouring through without a hitch. It was a lie I could sell, given how much I was sweating.
"Really...? Honey. Are you feeling it too? Seongdae, you?"
She didn't seem to have caught on to what I was really doing. She looked back and forth between her husband and Seongdae.
"Nah. I'm fine."
"Same. Nothing wrong with me."
Seongdae and his father both shook their heads, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Like father, like son — even their expressions were identical.
"We seem fine..."
"Ah... that's a relief, then. I just thought I should let you know in case you weren't feeling well."
"Mm. That's good. Dongho, are you alright?"
"No... I'm feeling pretty shaky, actually."
I looked into her eyes and played up the pitiful act as hard as I could. Putting on a pathetic face was something I had gotten pretty good at, so it wasn't hard.
"Did you take any medicine? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
She asked, stroking my face. Her warm touch sent goosebumps racing down my arms.
"Ahem... ahem..."
Seongdae's father cleared his throat behind her. His cock was still visibly tenting his shorts.
Still that virile at his age...
If I let her stay here, he was going to violate her body all over again. Her flushed, burning skin seemed to be screaming that I couldn't leave her in this house.
"I feel really awful, and being alone is just... it's so hard..."
I whimpered, playing up how sick I was as much as I could. I sent her a look loaded with everything I was begging her to understand.
Please... please...!
"Then go to the hospital."
The Seongdae bastard standing next to us cut in. He was looking at me with that trademark bored, dismissive expression of his.
Why don't you just go back to your room already?
The words fuck off surged all the way up my throat, but I swallowed them. What mattered right now wasn't that piece of shit.
"Our Dongho... it's hard being alone, isn't it? Just wait a second. I'll grab some medicine."
Had she picked up on my signal? She opened the TV stand drawer and started rummaging for medicine. Squatting down, the cleft of her ass peeked out softly.
Ah... that's so fucking hot.
Before I knew it, I could feel the blood rushing to my crotch.
"Where did I put it... ah. Found it!"
She was smiling sweetly. She held a pack of Tylenol in one hand, wearing the most adorable expression.
"Just go take the medicine. It's past midnight, for crying out loud..."
Seongdae's father was still grumbling, looking thoroughly displeased.
"Honey. Don't be like that. Dongho must have been so worried to come all the way down here. We should be thanking him."
The woman I love was defending me.
Of course...
She was the only person who ever looked out for me.
"Want me to come up for a bit? Auntie will help you get to bed."
Had she understood my signal after all? The words I had been hoping for came out of her mouth.
"Why do you need to go all the way up there?"
"Thank you, ma'am. It would've been really hard if I were alone."
Seongdae's father snapped at her, but I cut in quickly. Then I looked at him with the sickest expression I could muster.
"Ahem... ahem... just go and come back quick."
After checking my face, he nodded reluctantly.
"Thank you."
I bowed my head in a tone that wasn't grateful in the slightest.
Haa... thank god.
"Fucking idiot."
Seongdae's curse came from behind me.
"Hey. Don't talk like that! Get inside."
The woman I love shoved Seongdae back into his room.
You son of a bitch. Just you wait.
Go ahead and curse me out and laugh at me for now. Soon enough, I was going to show this guy who openly hated me exactly what I was made of.
Click.
The door closed, and she started heading up toward our place first. Her plump ass, barely contained by those dolphin pants, was on full display. I grabbed that swaying ass of hers as she walked and squeezed hard.
"Oh my...."
A lewd moan slipped from her lips. I squeezed her ass even harder and shoved my hand inside her tank top — no bra underneath.
Watch this, you Seongdae piece of shit. I'm gonna fuck your mom so goddamn hard.