Enjoying the Terrified 24-Year-Old G-Cup Unemployed Woman
Watching the 24-year-old unemployed Seo Haeun, G-cup with only one sexual experience, cowering in fear was quite an enjoyable pastime. She hadn't even glared at me that fiercely, yet she trembled on her own. There was no easier prey to handle. The recording had clearly come as a shock to her. She wasn't an idiot, so she must have realized I wouldn't have stopped at just recording.
"Hey, is there really nothing to eat in this place?"
While Seo Haeun locked herself in the bathroom by the front door to wash up, I quickly wiped myself down in the master bathroom and rummaged through the fridge. The contents were pathetic. From the trash can where I'd thrown away the condom, it was stuffed full of food packaging, so it seemed this woman's staple wasn't rice but Subway sandwiches. There wasn't even a rice cooker in this spacious apartment. Aside from coffee beans, the only things that could go in her stomach were instant rice or sliced bread. Even then, seeing that it was multigrain rice or rye bread, she clearly cared about her figure. That body couldn't be maintained by just ordering delivery food all the time.
"...The world really is different depending on how you live."
Of course, in stark contrast to the miserable state of the fridge, the view outside the window was dizzying. The Han River nightscape, even more beautiful now that it had grown dark. Just yesterday I'd been struggling to brew coffee in a tiny room the size of a rat's nest, but now, boiling coffee with a moka pot in this wide kitchen, I felt a surge of emotion. If I hadn't gotten injured, I could've lived in a place like this too. No joke, I really had done that well in my first season. The thought that I'd briefly held my lost dream in my hands left my chest feeling heavy.
"Ah... shit..."
Pretending it wasn't, acting cool. I'd tried to hypnotize myself into thinking I was just fucking Seo Haeun because I was horny, but I couldn't deny that the sense of loss over my missed future had fed into the pleasure of taking her. ...Yeah, this was how it was supposed to be. If I'd been that popular in my debut season, this was how I was meant to live. Living in a spacious, comfortable high-rise apartment, with a pretty woman who had an incredible body by my side, blowing off all the stress built up from competing—that was the life I'd wanted, and it was one I could've actually achieved. Even if the older women I'd spent nights with had never called me handsome or a pretty boy, they'd often told me I was damn good at sex. If I hadn't gotten injured, I would've lived a debauched life like that. That's why I'd poured money into my body even while rehabbing.
"What, what are you doing?"
If I hadn't fought with this woman, I would've lived like this the entire three years of rehab. The money I'd crammed into my skin for nearly two years wouldn't have been wasted so meaninglessly either. The muscles that looked even better than when I was a player wouldn't have been used just for lifting barbells. I would've used them every day to enjoy a woman's soft skin against mine and to lift and slam down her slender body. Just like today.
"Make some coffee. But why don't you have any food in the house?"
"...That's none of your business."
After a long while of hearing the sound of her washing her hair, Seo Haeun came out, vigorously towel-drying it. If she'd come out with just a bath towel wrapped around her, I would've pounced again, but unfortunately she was in loungewear. A loose black T-shirt and loose gray sweatpants. It was a shame to see a woman who could scatter sex appeal just by wearing a tank top and dolphin shorts dressed in such shabby clothes, but the fact that she still gave off a lewd vibe even in those pathetic clothes was impressive in its own way. Was it because her hair was soaking wet? Or maybe because I'd fucked her so hard earlier. The most important thing was still her chest, though.
"I already made coffee, so should we order Subway? No matter how much I look, it doesn't seem like there's anything to cook."
"...Do whatever you want. I'm not hungry."
"Ah, right. You chugged down all that alcohol and snacks earlier, so you probably aren't hungry yet."
"..."
"Just kidding, just kidding. I'll order something low-calorie. I can just use the address on the delivery box over there, right?"
"...Yeah."
Keeping up my shameless attitude toward Seo Haeun, who was bristling with thorns and on guard, I ordered two sandwiches loaded with chicken breast. She could talk all she wanted, but she'd get hungry. Thinking only about the calories from the snacks and alcohol, she might not feel hungry yet, but she'd been panting for three hours straight while getting fucked. If I put food in front of her, she'd have no choice but to come to the table. She'd sweated buckets and showered, so she'd be thirsty too.
"If you don't have anything else to do after drying your hair, sit here. Coffee's done, so drink if you want."
"...Hey, this is my house, you know...?"
"Whether it's your house or not, I'm saying it because you look uncomfortable. If the homeowner's uncomfortable, the guest gets uncomfortable too."
"You could just leave..."
"Did you forget what I said? I broke up with my girlfriend and have nowhere to go. What are you talking about? If I had somewhere to go back to, I wouldn't have come to your house. I'd have gone to my own place and slept soundly. With you."
"..."
Seo Haeun's face as she dried her hair with a displeased expression looked quite cute. She wanted to kick me out somehow, but it was obvious she was troubled because she didn't think I'd listen. Until she resolved her suspicions about me, she wouldn't be able to treat me harshly. Well, I had no intention of showing this good thing to anyone else, but the fact that it was recorded was true, wasn't it? I'd deliberately let her hear the sound too. Not feeling fear even after hearing that wasn't confidence—it was a severely lacking sense of crisis.
"Anyway, I'm sleeping here tonight. If you need anything, order it. I'll get you pretty much anything."
"Wh-what? Sleeping here? No! You again..."
"Hey, I already did it with you four times earlier. Want to turn on your phone and ask your friends? Your boyfriend fucked you four times in the afternoon, and you're scared he'll pounce again at night. You'd just get teased for bragging."
"Who, who's my boyfriend, you crazy bastard! Disgusting..."
"Then just say you slept with some guy you don't even know well. I wrapped it up nicely for you, so why are you getting mad?"
"..."
Even when I was this shameless, her limit was just trembling all over. At least in the recording, Seo Haeun had given me permission and melted into pleasure, and in the video, she'd shown clear signs of consent while clinging to me. Of course, if she really reported me it'd get complicated, but she didn't seem to have the guts for that, so I was relieved. It was a good thing her personality wasn't like her younger sister's, who would've snapped at me with irritation from the start. If it had been her, I wouldn't have even been able to touch her in the first place.
***
Eventually, as soon as she turned off the hair dryer, Seo Haeun obediently sat at the table as I'd told her to. I made her an iced americano and handed it over. While we sat facing each other sipping coffee, the food delivery arrived. I reflexively started to follow Seo Haeun as she got up, but she quickly stopped me.
"...Why are you following me?"
"I ordered it, so I was going to receive it."
"It's fine, just sit. ...It's embarrassing."
"I'm embarrassing?"
"You are! ...It's shameful. Annoying, so don't come out."
Seo Haeun boldly dissing me to my face by saying it was embarrassing seemed daring, but since she was probably in a mentally fragile state, I decided to let it slide just once. She'd already been caught by her own younger sister, so what problem would a delivery person be? But flustered women were all like that. She wasn't on her period, but her mental state was roughly similar, so I glossed over it and sat on the sofa, looking out the window again.
"...Seriously, this is crazy."
Unable to hide my surprise at the view I couldn't adapt to at all, I unconsciously let out a curse. ...Honestly, I didn't want to take a single step out of here. Unless it was going out with Seo Haeun by my side, I didn't want to go back to that shabby house. Until now, I'd just thought I'd meet her again at the gym, act friendly, and occasionally have a physical relationship. But the more I looked at this unrealistic nightscape, the more I felt that wouldn't be enough. Simple lust wasn't sufficient. I'd luckily grabbed the thing I'd always dreamed of, and I didn't want to let it go.
"Haa... Why the hell am I with you..."
"Haeun-ah."
"...They're both the same, so hurry up and eat and go to that room. I don't want to see your face."
"Can't you at least say thank you since I bought it? I even bought the alcohol earlier."
"..."
The more I looked at Seo Haeun glaring at me with contemptuous eyes and snapping in irritation, the more I didn't want to let her go. There was no way I'd forget that this woman who hated and feared me had been acting coy and spreading her legs for me just a few hours ago.
"Why are you sitting right next to me, Kang Juhyuk...?"
"Food tastes better when you eat it together."
"...It kills my appetite, seriously..."
Even when I sat so close our feet touched, Seo Haeun didn't think of moving to the other side. I glanced at her and racked my already overclocked brain. Was there a way to stick around here? Where was the appropriate line where I could keep fucking her without crossing her threshold? No matter how I looked at it, this was an insanely expensive house—did she really own it? What excuse would I need at night to sleep with her? I listed them out in my head and organized them one by one.
The first thing that came to mind was, "Haeun-ah."
"Don't talk to me."
"What do you usually do? You said you quit the team job. You don't look like you're working, seeing how you come to exercise every lunch."
Where the hell did this woman's money come from? She didn't seem to carry luxury goods around, but from an experienced eye, her figure and skin couldn't have been maintained without care. From the state of the fridge, she probably ordered food every day too. It was obvious that a woman who'd only worked at that small-time club for two or three years would be struggling with credit card bills if she ate like that. From what I'd overheard on the phone, it seemed like she was using her sister's card. Was she really living off her sister as a complete unemployed person with no income at all? No matter how thick-skinned someone was, that wasn't an easy thing to do.
"...I don't want to talk about it."
"Are you unemployed like me? Ah, well. I'm planning to work starting next month, though..."
"Don't lump me in with you. ...I have my own thing going on."
"What is it?"
"...I said I don't want to talk about it."
"What, are you doing internet broadcasting or something? The ones who dance a bit seem to make good money."
If she was going to put on a thick face, it was better to do it with strangers than family. With that face and that body, it was strange she hadn't thought of it. But what was even stranger was, "...I don't do that kind of thing, okay?"
"Ah, then YouTube? There are a lot of those. All kinds."
"..."
...Unlike those eyes that were clearly showing she'd been poked, in the past few days of searching, this woman's face hadn't appeared at all. An idol's older sister. A body with at least an F-cup and a cinched waist. A sharp appearance that most men would like regardless of preference. It was stranger that she hadn't made it big. What the hell was she doing holed up in her room? This woman.