Cool My Heat (11)
The couple stepped through the front door. They kicked off their shoes, passed the inner door, and entered the living room—only to be greeted by strange, wet sounds. It was the unmistakable noise of a slick hole being violently fucked by something thick and hard. The sound was all too familiar, yet hearing it here, in a place where Seong Hwayeon lived, felt completely out of place.
"Oh my God!" Kang Ji-hyun turned her head away from the obscene act unfolding in the living room.
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!
"Haaauh! Hauuu! Haaaa!"
A woman was bent over the table in the most humiliating position imaginable—ass up, hands braced against the surface, back arched like a bitch in heat. A man stood behind her, brutally ramming two massive dildos into her pussy and asshole at the same time. He moved so fast that her juices sprayed everywhere.
"Where is Lady Seong Hwayeon?" Jeong Il-sik asked Kim Tae-san.
"She's right in front of you."
"What?"
"Noona! Lift your face. We have guests. What the hell are you doing?"
The tone was mockingly polite, dripping with ridicule. Seong Hwayeon slowly raised her head. Their eyes met—hers and Jeong Il-sik's. His face instantly twisted with pure horror.
"Th-this... what the fuck is this..."
Jeong Il-sik couldn't believe it. The Seong Hwayeon he knew was being treated like a cheap sex toy by these young punks. And her expression was even more disturbing. Her flushed, crimson face wasn't twisted with mere shame. It was pleasure. She was clearly getting off on this degrading, humiliating situation.
Psheeeeeew! Psheeeew!
Seong Hwayeon came hard, squirting obscenely all over the floor. Her limbs trembled violently, her knees and elbows buckling, but she somehow managed to stay upright. Kang Geon slowly pulled both dildos out with a wet squelch. Her gaping, steaming holes twitched and fluttered openly, completely ruined.
Her face was lost in shameful ecstasy—the face of a female who had learned to feel joy from being dominated by a superior male.
"Our guest of honor has arrived! Sit down," Park Sun-woo said, bringing over drinks and filling glasses.
"H-honey... what is going on?"
"I don't know either. Let's just sit for now."
"...Okay."
The couple sat down across from Kang Geon. In his arrogant, relaxed posture, Kang Geon suddenly slapped Seong Hwayeon's ass.
Smack!
A bright red handprint bloomed across her peach-colored cheek.
"Why so stiff? We're all going to get very close soon. Have a drink and loosen up," Park Sun-woo said, grabbing an expensive bottle from the display cabinet behind the bar. Kang Geon didn't care how pricey it was. He had more money than he knew what to do with.
Glug glug glug.
Jeong Il-sik and Kang Ji-hyun hesitated for a moment before downing the glasses Park Sun-woo had filled.
"Alright, let's get this straightened out. You beat and cursed at our Tae-san, right, old man?"
"Beat and cursed? I was simply disciplining a subordinate as his superior."
"You beat and cursed at him while disciplining him. It's the same thing. Apologize first. You know a man's apology starts on his knees, right?"
"Before that, I have something to show Lady Seong Hwayeon."
"What is it?"
"Kim Tae-san called her a cum-dump."
"This noona really is Geon's personal cum-dump, though."
Jeong Il-sik was stunned. He'd suspected something from her beast-like behavior earlier, but to hear it confirmed...
"Want to see something fun?" Kang Geon asked, pushing a string of anal beads into Seong Hwayeon's asshole. Her wet, loosened hole greedily swallowed the beads one by one with wet, obscene gulps. He only inserted half the string—the rest dangled between her thighs.
"Spin it."
Seong Hwayeon's waist began to draw circles. As she sped up, the anal beads whipped around like a propeller.
"Puhahahahahaha!"
"She's such a fucking retard!"
"Even a whore wouldn't do this shit!"
The three men burst into roaring laughter as they mocked her.
"Stop."
Seong Hwayeon froze mid-twirl. Kang Geon pulled the anal beads out.
"Do you understand her position now?"
"Th-then... everything that's happened to me until now was all..."
"I ordered her to do it. Wasn't it fun?"
Jeong Il-sik's mouth wouldn't open.
"Why? Pissed off? If you're pissed, you should've been stronger than me. You beat and cursed at Tae-san because you were stronger than him, right? Isn't that how it works?"
Kang Geon smirked viciously. Jeong Il-sik was a quick-witted man. He knew exactly how powerful Seong Hwayeon was. If this man could dominate even her, just how strong was he?
Thud.
"I was wrong. Please forgive me."
"Why are you apologizing to me? Apologize to Tae-san."
"I'm sorry, Tae-san. I lost my temper for a moment and did something I shouldn't have. Please forgive me."
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Kim Tae-san jumped up and began kicking Jeong Il-sik mercilessly. Kang Ji-hyun screamed. Jeong Il-sik was quickly covered in blood.
"Feeling better now?"
"Yeah. Thanks, Geon."
Kim Tae-san grabbed Jeong Il-sik by the hair, yanked his head up, and spat in his face. Between her fingers covering her mouth, Kang Ji-hyun's screams leaked out.
"You should've known who you were messing with."
"S-sorry..."
"Get the fuck out."
Jeong Il-sik stood up and grabbed Kang Ji-hyun's hand.
"You're leaving the woman behind."
Jeong Il-sik hesitated. His own safety, or his wife? 'If I can just endure today, everything will go back to normal. Ji-hyun will understand.'
In a desperate act of self-preservation, Jeong Il-sik let go of her hand.
"I'm sorry, Ji-hyun. I'll explain everything when I get home."
He trudged out of the house. Kang Ji-hyun watched his retreating back with terrified eyes.
"We'll use her clean and send her back, so don't worry!"
Park Sun-woo's so-called comfort carved a deep wound into Jeong Il-sik's pride—the pride of a man who had just abandoned his own woman to a pack of males.
Once Jeong Il-sik left, Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo moved to sit on either side of Kang Ji-hyun.
"Why are you all doing this..."
"Noona, you still don't get it? Your husband sold you out to save his own skin."
"That's not true... He wouldn't do that..."
"Not true? He just walked out and left you here alone."
"Kyaa!"
Kim Tae-san's hand suddenly slipped inside Kang Ji-hyun's top. The lust he'd harbored every time he looked at her finally had an outlet, and he was ravenous. Kang Ji-hyun couldn't even resist. She had no choice but to endure the filthy touch of a man whose name she didn't even know.
"I can't hold back anymore."
Kim Tae-san, who had been groping her breasts, yanked down her skirt and panties. He pulled his own pants down and climbed on top of her. Kang Ji-hyun covered her face with both hands and sobbed as Kim Tae-san forced his cock into the pussy of Jeong Il-sik's wife.
That night, Kang Ji-hyun was forced to service three men for the first time in her life.
Jeong Il-sik thought handing over his wife for one day would be the end of it. He was gravely mistaken.
With Kang Geon's backing, Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo visited Jeong Il-sik's house whenever they had time and fucked Kang Ji-hyun senseless. Their cum was sprayed all over the master bedroom where their wedding photo hung. She had to stop cooking, bend over, and take cock whenever they demanded it.
Jeong Il-sik, who could neither physically nor socially defeat Kim Tae-san, could only watch with a dead, blackened face as his wife was defiled again and again.
Kim Tae-san went even further, forcing Kang Ji-hyun to entertain the employees from Namsan Finance. In bars, karaoke rooms, and even their own living room, she spread her legs for the very subordinates who once worked under Jeong Il-sik.
"Hyung-nim's wife's pussy tastes fucking amazing."
"Way better than a whore's."
"Her tits are a bit small, but for this quality, it's still a steal."
These men, who had zero loyalty, simply devoured Kang Ji-hyun with relish. Violating the elegant madam who had once been completely out of reach became so addictive that gambling addicts started coming to her instead of the casino.
The shock of watching his wife get passed around by his former subordinates was too much for Jeong Il-sik to bear. He stopped going home altogether, buying soju with begged money and drinking on the streets. Going home would only mean seeing someone he knew raping his wife. Her moans, the men's grunting, the smell of sex, the mess in the house—it all tormented him.
Then one day, as he sat on a bench chugging soju like always, he was kidnapped by men in suits. They threw him into a heavily tinted van, blindfolded him, and drove off to an unknown location.
After what felt like forever, the van stopped. The kidnappers roughly dragged him out. When the blindfold was removed, Jeong Il-sik's vision cleared. He was in a massive warehouse. No matter how loud he screamed, no one outside would hear.
Seong Hwayeon was sitting in front of him. Unlike before, she was fully dressed. Her subordinates stood far away.
"You filthy bitch. Why don't you shove those anal beads back in and spin like last time?"
The corner of Seong Hwayeon's mouth curled up. Flames ignited in her palm. She had no intention of letting anyone who had witnessed her humiliation live.
"Kwaaaaaaaaagh!"
Seong Hwayeon deliberately burned him slowly, starting from the tips of his limbs. She wanted him to feel the agony of burning pain for as long as possible. His blood boiled. His skin peeled away. His finger bones turned to ash and fell off. The horrific screams continued without pause for over thirty minutes.
Even as Jeong Il-sik begged for his life, Seong Hwayeon watched with a half-smile, enjoying the sight of a man burning to death.
"Clean it up."
Seong Hwayeon gave the cold order. Her subordinates removed what was left of what had once been a person.
"And the woman?"
"We sent her to China for organ harvesting. The taxidermy was sold to Japan. Since she was young and decent-looking, the profit was excellent."
That was the end of Kang Ji-hyun. Having silenced everyone who could talk, Seong Hwayeon looked satisfied.
"Bring in the new recruits."
"Yes, Boss."
A subordinate sent another to fetch the newly recruited members. All of them wore black suits and were visibly nervous. They had prepared thoroughly, but they were standing before the infamous Seong Hwayeon, and the screams that had echoed for over thirty minutes made it impossible to stop their legs from shaking.
"Begin."
One by one, the new recruits introduced themselves. They stated their years of experience, how they became inviters, and why they joined Hellfire. If their voice was even slightly too quiet or they stuttered, curses, punches, and kicks flew at them immediately.
Seong Hwayeon, sipping Kang Geon's diluted semen with a bored expression, suddenly spoke.
"You. What's your name?"
"Park Si-min!"
"You said you went to Seonghan University, right?"
"Yes, that's correct! Thank you for remembering!"
"Why did you join Hellfire?"
"To get revenge!"
"Revenge? Revenge is good."
Seong Hwayeon had thoroughly investigated everything around Kang Geon to understand what he liked. That included personal relationships. She knew exactly what had happened between Kang Geon and Park Si-min.
She sent a message to Kang Geon.
Seong Hwayeon imagined the moment Park Si-min would have the woman he thought was his lover stolen from him. Of course, that woman would be Seong Hwayeon herself, and the man stealing her would be Kang Geon. Just imagining it made her lower body burn with heat.
"You look like you can hold your liquor. Do you like drinking?"
"I do!"
"Then shall we have a drink together?"
"It would be an honor!"
"Good answers too. I like you. This guy is my secretary from now on. Everyone remember that."
In an organization like Hellfire, where the boss's will was absolute, gaining the boss's favor was everything. Even if it was just temporary play, simply being by the boss's side gave him a hundred times more advantage than the others. Every subordinate desperately tried to catch Seong Hwayeon's eye, yet Park Si-min had succeeded the moment he walked in.
In the high-risk, high-return world of Hellfire, his high return was now guaranteed.
'Lucky bastard.'
'I could've done better than him.'
'Just get buried alive, you fuck.'
Park Si-min was envied not only by his peers but even by his seniors. Even Park Si-min, who believed Seong Hwayeon was an untouchable goddess, began to burn with expectation.
Their eyes met for a brief moment. Only Kang Geon could decide what would become of the two of them from now on.