Don't Call Me a Slut

"Want to stay together tonight?"

His lips hovered so close to Eun-su's ear they nearly brushed it as he whispered the words.

Eun-su shifted her body away slightly.

She turned her head, creating distance from his face, but it wasn't a firm rejection that drew a clear line.

If she pushed him away too hard, he'd sulk, and there was no telling how the footage they had shot would end up edited.

The men who offered to help her always ended the same way. In the end, it came down to her body.

This wasn't new to her.

Do-hyun was actually one of the better ones.

At least he provided real help.

While she kept seeing him, the number of members at her club had grown noticeably.

Do-hyun's hand slid around Eun-su's waist.

His thumb pressed lightly below her navel, tracing slow circles.

It was blatant.

"Ever since that day... I keep thinking about your body, noona. Didn't you miss me at all?"

His voice dropped even lower.

The arrogant tone of a man certain of her agreement.

Eun-su answered in her mind.

Not even a little.

But she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud.

We've already crossed that line... What's left to protect now?

Eun-su slowly turned her head to look at Do-hyun.

"...Fine. I'll contact you when we're done."

A satisfied smile spread across Do-hyun's lips at her answer.

As if it were obvious. As if he'd expected nothing less.

"I'll be waiting, noona."

His hand gave her ass a light squeeze before pulling away.

The touch already carried the smugness of victory.

The moment his hand left her, Eun-su let out a deep sigh.

Maybe it was because he'd slept too much during the day.

Or maybe it was because last night had been so intense.

Tae-seok tossed and turned under the blankets.

Eventually he sat up abruptly and stepped out onto the rooftop.

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

The cool dawn air seemed to cool his body.

That was when he saw Eun-su's car pull in and park.

The clock showed it was past three in the morning.

Eun-su came through the gate and glanced toward the rooftop room.

Her eyes met Tae-seok's as he stood there smoking.

She hesitated for a moment, then headed for the stairs leading up to his place.

Huh? Is she coming to see me?

The sound of footsteps climbing the stairs reached him, and soon Eun-su's head appeared from the stairwell.

Eun-su approached Tae-seok with tired eyes.

Her steps were slow.

She seemed drained of energy, more so than usual.

She wore a loose crop top over the skirt leggings she usually favored.

"You're still... awake? I figured you'd be in my sister's room tonight..."

She spoke as she came to stand beside him.

"Well... we're not married or anything. We can't sleep in the same room every single night."

Eun-su snorted at that.

"Please. You're basically a married couple. During my own marriage, I don't think I slept with my husband as often as you two do."

"Really? I wouldn't know—never been married. But is something wrong? You don't look so good."

His eyes scanned her face.

Instead of answering, Eun-su held out her hand.

"Can I... get a cigarette too?"

Tae-seok's eyebrows rose slightly.

"You smoke, noona?"

"Sometimes... very rarely..."

Tae-seok pulled a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to her, and lit it.

Eun-su took a deep drag, then exhaled a long stream of smoke.

"It's been so long that it's making me dizzy..."

"If you held out this long, you shouldn't start again..."

Eun-su gave a small laugh at his words.

"I wish it were that easy... but sometimes this actually helps."

The tip of the cigarette glowed red as it burned.

"So what's going on?"

Tae-seok asked in a quiet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠voice.

Eun-su exhaled another plume of smoke.

Her gaze remained fixed on some point on the floor.

"What do you... think of me?"

Tae-seok tilted his head slightly.

"Out of nowhere? What do I think of you?"

She hesitated for the briefest moment before murmuring.

"Do I... seem like a slut to you?"

The corner of Tae-seok's mouth curved up subtly.

He answered without hesitation.

"Well... I can't exactly say no."

It was brutally honest and completely calm.

Eun-su's eyes widened, then narrowed.

A curse burst from her lips.

"You son of a bitch... This is when you're supposed to say no."

Her hand thumped against his chest.

There wasn't much force behind it.

Half play, half genuine.

"Why? Did someone call you a slut?"

"No... I just... started thinking that about myself..."

Eun-su's voice trailed off.

Whether she was embarrassed to say the word "slut" again or the word itself hurt too much, her gaze dropped to the floor.

Tae-seok seemed to sense something and asked more seriously.

The sly smile had vanished.

"Did you sleep with another guy again?"

Eun-su couldn't speak.

She bit her lip hard.

Then she blew out a long stream of cigarette smoke.

Through the haze, her eyes were trembling.

"Who?"

"There's this... scumbag... He's a YouTuber... He tries to sleep with me every time we film."

Tae-seok's eyes narrowed.

"And? You sleep with him every time he wants to?"

"...Yeah, I did."

"Can't you turn him down? Don't tell me you actually like the guy."

"I did once... But now... even though those feelings are gone, I still can't say no."

"Why?"

"Business has been rough lately. If that bastard promotes the channel... it really does help..."

Her words carried both excuse and self-mockery for making the excuse.

"Well... you really are a slut. Trading your body for favors..."

Tae-seok's tone was mocking.

"You son of a bitch..."

Another curse slipped from Eun-su's mouth.

It wasn't from anger.

Rather, she sounded relieved as she turned to look at him.

"Do I seem easy to you?"

"No... not at all."

"Then why does he act like that?"

"Because he's already had you? Because he knows you won't refuse? Take your pick..."

"Will you... hold me? I want to lean on you tonight... Would you think I'm too dirty?"

Tae-seok took her hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

"That would never happen. Even if you're a slut... a pretty slut like you is a whole different story. Besides, I like sluts. More than women who are too clean."

"Should I... take that as a compliment?"

"That's up to you..."

Tae-seok's hand slid under her skirt.

Completely natural.

As if he were touching something that already belonged to him.

The sensation through the leggings was soft yet firm.

"Do you get hard when you look at me?"

Eun-su's voice was provocative.

She turned her head with a light motion, studying his expression.

"Why?"

His short reply carried the relaxed confidence of someone who knew she already understood.

"Even during today's shoot... I could feel all the male staff looking at me like that... It might just be my imagination, but..."

Eun-su's words cut off.

Tae-seok's finger had found her most sensitive spot.

"You're definitely a woman who makes men want to fuck you senseless."

Those crude, unfiltered words made her heart pound violently for some reason today.

Even Eun-su couldn't understand why.

"Haaang... So... are you going to fuck me right now?"

One of his fingers pushed her panties aside and slipped inside her pussy.

"Why? Can't I? You asked me to hold you."

"No... Ahhn~ Then... let's go inside."

"No... It's nice and cool out here..."

Tae-seok glanced around.

The rooftop was open on all sides.

Occasional footsteps from passersby drifted up from the path below.

"Are you crazy... This place is completely exposed. Anyone could see if they wanted to."

Eun-su looked around, visibly troubled.

"You... seem to enjoy it when I'm uncomfortable."

"Honestly... there's a part of me that does."

"You like it when people see me?"

"I don't go out of my way to make it happen... but you're not the kind of woman who should be ashamed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of being seen. Why? Are you embarrassed? Does even a slut feel shame about this?"

"Stop calling me a slut. No matter how much of a slut I am... Haang~♡"

Two of Tae-seok's fingers were now inside her, stirring her up.

"So... are you going to keep giving yourself to that bastard?"

"Mmmng... You tell me. I'll do whatever you say."

"I have no intention of giving orders about that. It's not like we're in any special relationship..."

Eun-su's eyes trembled at his words.

"Fucking bastard... You always have such pretty words. While you touch my body however you want..."

Her voice mixed anger with the disappointment hidden beneath it.

"This is what you wanted, noona."

Tae-seok moved behind her.

His chest pressed against her back.

The warmth felt so good.

At the same time, knowing exactly what he intended, her heart hammered against her ribs as if ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'd done something wrong.

"You're really... going to do it here? You must be insane."

Eun-su's voice hovered somewhere between plea and protest.

"Yeah... I think I really am crazy."

With that short answer, his hand wrapped around her waist.

Tae-seok pulled her leggings down to her knees.

Her bare ass was revealed.

It was pale, firm, and perfectly round.

"Haang~ Please... I didn't come up here for this..."

By now Eun-su's voice was pure pleading.

Tae-seok tugged his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to spring free.

His hard length pressed against her ass.

"Tae-seok... please... let's go inside."

But before she could finish, he drove his cock deep into her pussy.

"Crazy... What are you doing just shoving it in... Haang~♡"

Her voice rose at first in shock, then melted into a long, low moan as his cock slowly sank into her deepest place.

The moment he entered, her inner walls parted softly.

With no resistance at all, they actively wrapped around him, sucking him in even deeper.

The tight, burning passage expanded perfectly to match his shape.

She gripped the railing tightly.

"Tae-seok~ Ahng~ Tae-seok~"

Tae-seok began to move slowly.

As if savoring every fold inside her, checking the tightness of each spot...

Every thrust pushed her body forward.

Her breasts swayed heavily.

"Noona... you're such a delicious woman. No wonder that bastard keeps coming back."

"Do you... like me?"

To her question, Tae-seok answered without hesitation.

"Yeah... I like you a lot."

Whether he liked her or not, pondering the answer while his cock was buried inside her seemed pointless.

He grabbed her breasts.

Strong yet gentle through the crop top...

"Then... Haang~♡ Can't you treat me a little more gently? My self-esteem is at rock bottom these days."

Eun-su's voice grew smaller.

"And stop calling me a slut..."