Twisted Fate (3)
“Good work, everyone. I’ll grab lunch and be back at two.”
As the changing seasons picked up, Fit Life’s workload started ramping up. They had to prepare seasonal clothing catalogs across the entire website to match the trends, and with so many varieties, their flagship model Seohyun naturally got busier too. Today’s shoot was over ten outfits for the monthly magazine Spring Coordi, plus around forty casual dresses for the main banner. The structure paid a base fee plus incentives per photo, making this a particularly flush time for Seohyun’s wallet.
“Hoo...”
Seohyun let out a deep sigh, drenched in sweat from the nonstop shoot since morning. No matter the job, as long as she was involved, Director Jo handled it instead of that leech-like Park Director. Ever since she’d subtly shown off her relationship with Yuchan, the creepiness had vanished completely. He must’ve realized he couldn’t compete as a fellow man and tucked tail right away. What confidence had let a guy who couldn’t even approach her on the street pester her like that? It was ridiculous—a hollow laugh escaped her.
As she checked her phone while sighing heavily, someone approached.
“Wanna grab lunch together?”
“Oh, noona. I’m on a diet. Enjoy your meal.”
The makeup staffer asked, but Seohyun shook her head firmly and declined. Truth be told, it wasn’t about dieting or anything—she wanted company, but the situation didn’t allow it. She scanned the crowd dispersing from the studio, then slipped out of the building among them.
No matter how agonizing or grueling the time, seasons passed. May was almost here. Until early April, she’d needed an extra layer for the chilly evenings, but now spring was in full bloom, no need for that anymore. Breathing in the warm afternoon air, Seohyun stretched.
Sunlight dazzled through the leaves of the roadside trees. How nice it would be to just drift off and die like this. Anyone in her shoes would think the same. Forced to serve a man she’d never even dreamed of letting into her heart, her weakness in his grip. Even now, she was rushing to him at his summons to satisfy his urges.
“Hey, check her out.”
“Her proportions are insane.”
“I’d kill for just one meal with her.”
Seohyun’s beauty was hard to believe for an ordinary person, especially now with full shoot makeup. Even on a quiet lunchtime street, passersby stared and whistled in admiration. In the past, she might’ve savored it, but now she just wanted to flee.
A man lingering nearby finally shuffled up to her, glancing around nervously.
“Sorry, but could I get your number? If that’s too much, I can give you mine.”
“No, I’m busy right now.”
She brushed past the guy shoving his phone at her, head bowed low. Laughter from his friends trailed behind—sounding like mockery aimed at her. She’d done nothing wrong. Yet she felt more like a criminal every day.
Even strangers approaching on the street made her heart pound. Was this panic disorder? In her state, some mental issue was probably inevitable.
Seohyun entered a building not far from the studio—an eight-story commercial one. She caught herself gnawing her thumbnail again. It was ragged, skin torn where it met her teeth. A bit of blood welled up. Ignoring it, she headed straight to the top floor.
Every floor below was shops, but the eighth—once a full-floor kids’ cafe—had sat empty for half a year since closing, no new tenant. Low birth rates and aging population hitting kids’ cafes too? Idle thoughts as she stepped off the elevator.
The empty kids’ cafe, littered with interior remnants, was locked tight. But that wasn’t her destination. She turned right toward the restrooms.
2. Daehyeon Building, eighth-floor men’s restroom. Perfect discreet spot midway between Cheonsanggye Self-Study Repeat Academy and the studio. Whenever Seohyun had a shoot, Yuchan always summoned her here.
Sitting on the toilet in the disabled stall, munching his lunchbox, he heard footsteps. No one had come in for days, so it had to be her. The unlocked door creaked open.
The disabled stall was spacious enough for a wheelchair, wider than others. Perfect timing—his meal was nearly done. Yuchan wiped his mouth with a napkin and greeted Seohyun.
Her face was twisted in clear annoyance, but resignation lurked behind it.
“Looking pretty today too.”
Her shoot outfit: a gray pleated skirt hitting above the knees, navy long-sleeve crop top. Raise her arms overhead, and her navel would peek out. The loose sleeves gave it a hip vibe. Her biweekly dye job had faded lately from neglect—ash gray now shimmering with faint gold.
“Doesn’t make me happy hearing that from you.”
Their relationship had settled successfully. Her tone was still sharp, but closer listening revealed the venom was gone. The blade-edge intensity had rusted dull, now just hollow posturing.
Yuchan cleared away his lunchbox and checked his watch. Forty minutes—plenty of leeway. Her period had started about a week ago, so he’d been using other means to unload. She hadn’t gotten pregnant despite the loads probably because he’d trained her outside her fertile window. When it began, she’d seemed relieved, joyful even—maybe thinking she’d get a week off from sex-duty. But a woman’s holes weren’t the only place to dump cum.
“Start.”
With his cool command, Yuchan covered the toilet seat, sat back, legs spread—a king on his throne. Not as comfy as a sofa blowjob, but the men’s restroom added extra humiliation for her. Not with a lover, in a filthy perceived space. No consideration for a woman’s feelings—the spot choice forced her to confront her pathetic blackmail-bound state.
Seohyun tied her hair back with the band on her wrist. Her voluminous waves cascaded like a curtain. Long enough that without it, spit would soak strands and invade her mouth. She knelt on the bathroom floor. Cold, hard tiles chilled her bare skin.
She unbuckled his belt, unzipped the jeans. From leopard-print panties, she freed his cock. Her cool fingers groping it sent a novel thrill. She stared blankly at it swelling lazily.
Her fingertips stung where they touched, so Yuchan eyed her hand. Everything fine except her left thumb—split skin, oozing.
“Hold on.”
“What the hell, suddenly?”
Her voice echoed louder in the restroom, startling her. Yuchan snatched her hand as she flinched away. No escape from his vise grip. He caressed the tip.
“What’s this?”
“Habit.”
He knew. Outwardly fierce, she was fragile inside. He knew she’d suffered even in calm, her faint self-confidence fraying. He’d pushed too hard, even if to break her.
“Don’t forget your body’s mine. Wasting it like this is a shame.”
“Ha, playing daddy now?”
She scoffed derisively. Yuchan rummaged in his sports bag on the wall. Tense, bracing for some new torment, Seohyun watched him pull out... a plain bandage.
He peeled the paper and wrapped her thumb. She couldn’t imagine this cheerful care from his emotionless face—her expression warped oddly.
“Biting won’t kill you, but it makes you look mentally unstable to others. There. Now finish the job.”
No thanks crossed her mind, nor did she think she should. Staring blankly at the bandaged thumb—earlier gnawed mindlessly, painless like chewing a splinter in her flesh. But wrapped tight, heat and pain surged back. Strange.
Silent, Seohyun buried her face in his crotch. Familiar these past days. Lips caressed from the side like kisses. Her once-awkward technique had progressed. Fail to satisfy quick, and blackmail or sexual torments followed—no choice. Mastering unwanted man-pleasing skills, she wielded them fully.
Her impossibly soft lips gently rubbed the glans skin, urging pleasure. Like spring bamboo shoots, his cock swelled over twice its size.
“Haah.”
Her wide-open mouth engulfed the tip. The peak pleasure—sex or blowjob—was that first insertion. Hypersensitive nerves writhed, fulfilled by her tongue laving the frenulum.
Yuchan stroked her hair as she jaw-strained to hold it. Silky strands slipped like satin through his fingers.
Thinking it over, making a woman kneel in a restroom toilet while you receive service might outluxuriate hotel or bed blowjobs. It clearly stamped the hierarchy.
“Hm... hng... chuup...”
Her head bobbed, saliva sounds lewdly echoing. Mouth full, harsh breaths snorted through her nose, tickling his base.
“Look up while you do it. Eyes on me.”
At his order, she obediently lifted her gaze. Sly fox eyes rolled up white to meet his. Hair grazing forehead and cheeks—sensual. This angle’s ecstatic view exclusive.
Sucking so fiercely cheeks hollowed, yet no teeth—pure training fruit. Before, he’d pinched her clit hard at tooth grazes. Tit-for-tat: best teacher. Tearful four-plus-hour sessions ensured no repeats.
“Schlup... chuuup...”
“You’ve gotten so good.”
Air-sucking slurps filled the empty restroom. Her service transmitted pleasure crisply—Yuchan felt satisfied. More obedient than yesterday, maybe imagination. He probed casually.
“Period’s over, right?”
“Puha... yeah...”
He’d figured as much. Yuchan pondered briefly.
“Clear your schedule tomorrow.”
Brute force had side effects. He’d betrayed her obedience promises before—like raping Nayae after “be good and you’re safe.” Human relations demanded trust-building, even victim-perp. She needed to know good behavior earned small rewards for motivation.
“Why?”
Bracing for a full day of ravishment, Seohyun blinked at his unexpected words.
“Nayae said she wants to hit the pool with you. Have fun together.”
Suspicion flickered at his sudden kindness—like the bandage earlier. What scheme? Yuchan wasn’t giving her a freebie either.
“Keep going.”
Details tomorrow. He reclined again, receiving her service.