Found Out (17)
It felt like I had stepped into the middle of a thin book. Not the first page, but somewhere around the middle. The moment the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped, they would start doing something obscene right away, wouldn’t they…? For someone like me who had lived an ordinary life, the situation was too stimulating to bear. So I sat motionless on the sofa, pretending not to notice the landlord biting her lip.
“…Haah.”
When I froze obediently, reading the room, Jia beside me let out a heavy sigh and shot up from her seat. She snatched the t-shirt the boss had tossed her, hurled it to the floor, then stomped on it violently while mopping up the spilled coffee. Yet her rage still refused to subside. Clutching her forehead, she trembled for a moment before striding straight to the bathroom door. Without sparing me a glance, she seized the handle and yanked it open with a sharp twist.
For some reason, the door wasn’t locked.
“I’m washing. Get out. Water’s splashing.”
“…You son of a bitch.”
“If you’re going to wash with me, strip and come in.”
From the hidden space beyond, the boss’s mocking voice poured out along with thick, humid steam. A faintly sweet soap scent leaked out too, as if he really was showering. The one who had flung that scent open muttered a quiet curse, stepped inside the bathroom, and slammed the door shut with a resounding bang.
Once the loud rush of water faded back into a faint murmur, I rose from the sofa as if possessed and drifted carefully toward the bathroom. I dropped heavily onto the bath mat and pressed my ear to the door, which might have been locked or left open.
“If you don’t want to get wet, take your clothes off. Or what? You want to do it like this?”
“…”
“…You chose this.”
The boss’s voice continued relentlessly. Soon the stream of water that had been striking the tiles collided with something else instead—a thick fabric, splatting as though the water were hammering into it. The slow, heavy sound of clothes becoming soaked. Just from that sound I could picture exactly how the outfit she had worn moments ago was now clinging to her body. And there was no need to imagine how lewd wet Seo Jia would look.
“Don’t just stand there getting soaked. If you have something to say, say it. What’s your problem?”
“…Why did you come?”
“Why? I told you, didn’t I? I’d shut that guy’s mouth, so call him out yourself. You called him, so I came as promised.”
“I never called for trash like you. Even without you, I could have dealt with a bastard like him on my own…!”
“That won’t do. No matter what, he’s my employee. If you spout nonsense at our part-timer, give him weird ideas about me, and make him quit, that’s a problem for me too, you know?”
The more I pictured her face delivering those sharp words in such a vulgar state, the harder my heart slammed against my ribs. Seo Jia—strong-willed, quick with comebacks, the very image of competence. I couldn’t fathom what he had done to her that she couldn’t even report her own rape. How he had turned her into a woman so thoroughly that a woman this rebellious could no longer rebel. The curiosity was maddening.
“Don’t talk nonsense. I only spoke the truth.”
“The truth? …You really told the truth?”
And the answer was.
“…Did you explain how you got fucked in cowgirl position the first time you took dick?”
“Shut up…!”
It was beyond anything I had imagined.
“You sat down without thinking because it looked like the most dick you’d ever seen and it hurt like hell afterward. Did you explain that?”
“I said shut up…!”
“You looked like you were in so much pain that when I offered to pull out if you acted cute, you started flirting while staring at my phone. I still have the video.”
“That never happened!”
The conversation was so vulgar it made my head spin. I clamped a hand over my mouth and drank in the wet slapping sounds. She must have thrown herself at him. But the sound that followed was not the satisfying crack of a slap across the face.
“Ugh… let go, let go…!”
“What are you doing barefoot on a slippery floor? Stay still.”
It was Seo Jia’s pitiful resistance as he pinned her arms or body and forcibly stripped the wet clothes from her.
…Yet even as I listened to that miserable voice, all I could do was swallow thickly.
“Haah… haah…”
“Looks like your memory of that time is fuzzy, so I’ll refresh it for you.”
After easily overpowering her resistance, the boss continued in a thoroughly sneering tone and splashed his way across the tiles. A brief silence followed, then a faint, indistinct sound leaked out, growing steadily louder until it drilled clearly into my ears.
“Uh… uh…?”
“Breathe out.”
“Ha, haa…”
“…Lift your hips.”
“Ugh… ughhh……”
“Ugh… oh… huuugh…”
“Hey.”
“Hu… gh…”
“…Say my name and I’ll pull my dick out.”
“…Seo… Jia…”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty… haa. Ugh……”
“…How many times have you had sex?”
“None… fuck, oooh……”
“…Nothing to say to your fans?”
“Don’t… know, shit like that, ugh……! Eu… huuu……”
The beautiful woman’s voice, choked with shock at pain beyond imagination.
“Hey…!”
“Why? You said you never acted cute.”
Jia’s own vocal cords screamed at the boss in the exact same tone as the recording.
“Hand it over, you bastard…! Mmph……”
Her voice was far too identical to dismiss as mere fantasy. It overlapped with the phone’s audio and leaked clearly through the door, even her own name ringing out.
It was sadistic, vulgar play that the word pervert couldn’t begin to describe. A man trampling a woman’s dignity, devouring what should have been a sweet, tender first experience solely to satisfy his own lust. Trash.
Listening to him crush even her pride as an idol, I held my breath and kept my ear glued to the bathroom door. And in that moment I had a filthy thought—I wanted to see the horrific crime scene with my own eyes.
…But I couldn’t help it.
“Ugh, ugh… promise, fuck, you bastard… Sa-save me… please…”
That Seo Jia. The same Seo Jia who projected such a haughty, polite image on TV. The Seo Jia who radiated charisma and sex appeal on stage. Now she was begging for mercy in a trembling voice to a man far larger than herself… literally being fucked like a dog.
“Ump… mp… chu… mp…”
Not only on the phone. Beyond a single door she was frantically tangling tongues with him.
“Puhwa… haa. Ha…”
“…Sorry. Listening again, you really didn’t act cute. Must have misheard it as cute back then.”
“Trash. Bastard…”
They were indulging in sticky play more intense than the most passionate couple could manage, openly exposing the malice they felt for each other. The situation was more arousing than any fantasy I had ever entertained. I couldn’t move a single step from beside the door.
“Take off your pants. …I’ll wash you.”
“…Shut up.”
“Take them off.”
“…”
Even though she had been so defiant. Even though I could perfectly picture the expression on her face right now. He kept her pinned beneath that domineering attitude. The moment the rustling sound of her removing and discarding her pants reached me—
“Uhh…!”
He delivered a crisp, loud smack to her ass, granting both reward and punishment at once to the woman who had finally obeyed.
“Panties too. Bra too. Do I really have to spell out every single thing?”
“…”
Another sharp slap landed on soft flesh. I could almost hear the heavy jiggle even though no sound existed. But I had no choice except to imagine it.
…Even though I wasn’t even her fan, I had seen those breasts countless times on the internet. The way they swayed beneath clothes, the deep cleavage revealed by revealing outfits, the obscene comments that harassed her—I remembered every last one.
Even if I tried not to imagine it, the images flooded my mind anyway. I kept them there and focused entirely on the pair beyond the wall.
“…You’ve finally gotten a little obedient.”
“…”
Though I couldn’t see her, Seo Jia was surely standing there completely naked, reduced to a vulgar sight. She was probably wearing that venomous expression from the clips that circulated online, glaring at him.
…Only her cheeks were flushed deep red.
“Suck it. …If you don’t want to, something else is fine too.”
“…”
Just like before, she was surely biting her lip, her face a chaotic mix of hatred, rage, arousal, and humiliation as she took the cock she could not overcome into her mouth.
“…Breasts. Well. Breasts are good too.”
Not her mouth. Those breasts, far larger than mine, engulfed him completely. Using the shower foam as lubricant, she squeezed and squelched around that dangerous length, breathing heavy, furious pants directly onto his cock so clearly that even I could hear every ragged exhale.
“Huu… hu… haa…”
“…This is fun.”
The sounds were so vulgar they bordered on obscene. My face burned crimson as I swallowed repeatedly. I pressed a hand to my pounding heart and matched my breathing to the rhythm of hers.
After holding my breath for so long, the fresh oxygen made my head feel clear. I exhaled comfortably without thinking—
“Haa… ugh… Kehek, kek, kehek…”
—and immediately choked, coughing violently.
The noise that could never have been muffled by a single door.
“…”
Only after the sound had already escaped did I slap a hand over my mouth, desperately trying to take it back. But a voice already released could not be retrieved.
The squelching and heavy breathing stopped. Wet footsteps approached the door.
“…What are you doing?”
“Ah… uh, uhh…”
“If you want to watch, come in. …Don’t just listen from out there.”
In a form far more hideous than anything in my fantasies—or the broadcast I had accidentally witnessed last time—the boss stared at me with cold eyes and dragged me into the nightmare I had created.
As I was pulled inside, Seo Jia beyond the glass wall looked at me.
“…”
With eyes full of hatred.
…And, at the same time, with eyes full of pity. She turned her body, hiding breasts far more voluptuous than they appeared in photos.
Yet even after she turned, the lewd curve of her sideboob remained visible.
That… was slightly enviable.
…Even after being subjected to such dangerous, filthy acts.
Still.