The Shackles of Reality
"Is this that helmet?"
Min Hee-yeon said as she picked up Han Dae-jin's Steel DEX helmet. He nodded yes, but inside, he was uneasy. When Kim Ji-hyun had suddenly taken two days off from Inje and said let's go, he hadn't packed it properly.
Min Hee-yeon tried on the helmet, and it fit her head with room to spare. The moment she put it on, she started imitating a line from that racing movie they'd recently watched—"Vroom vroom" or some shit like that—to make Han Dae-jin laugh. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"You seen F1?"
"I've been to a live race. When they held it here in Korea."
"Not that."
"Nah, haven't seen it. From the story alone, it sounds like pure fantasy."
At Han Dae-jin's words, Min Hee-yeon gave a strange smile.
"You know what? Getting hooked on cars is just as much of a fantasy for you."
She said that and lay back on the bed, calling Han Dae-jin over. The second he lay down beside her, Min Hee-yeon grabbed his hand and forced it onto her breast.
"No-bra's scarier than a cobra. How's it feel?" Min Hee-yeon asked.
"Ah......"
Han Dae-jin could only let out a gasp of admiration. No doubt about it—with her glamorous figure, the feel was incredible.
"Why's it a fantasy, though?"
Han Dae-jin asked again.
"Because... that's the kind of shit chaebol heirs like Kim Ji-hyun do. Why dive into that world and suffer? You think you can grab a trophy that's only for them? You see some hope in that?"
As Min Hee-yeon spoke, Han Dae-jin fell silent for a moment. She stared at him, her hand already slipping into his pants, fondling his cock.
"Do your job well... and you get trophies equal to your work... What I give you is just an advance... How's that? Do good, and I'll open up my ass, do anything you want."
As she stroked him hard, Han Dae-jin panicked big time.
"This dick can't satisfy a lawyer like Kim Ji-hyun. She only fucks chaebols. Not someone us common folk can touch. But this? Only I can satisfy it."
Han Dae-jin's body twitched at her words. She kept picking up the pace. Then, when he signaled he was close, Min Hee-yeon immediately took his cock in her mouth, swallowing the cum that was just bursting out. After gulping it all down, she kissed him again.
"We doing it?" Han Dae-jin asked.
"Obviously."
Min Hee-yeon stripped right away and started sucking his softening cock back to life. As she blew him, she seemed to think for a bit, then climbed on top and shoved her pussy right in his face. Han Dae-jin licked her pussy, making her shudder. Once his cock was hard again, Min Hee-yeon mounted him and started slamming her hips wildly, like she was gonna milk every drop. She leaned down, bucking her ass as she made out with him.
Han Dae-jin flipped Min Hee-yeon onto the bed. As she spread her dripping-wet pussy, he thrust in and started pumping hard. Min Hee-yeon let out sly, wicked moans to tempt him. Midway through his thrusting, crisis hit—he pulled out to cum outside, but this time Min Hee-yeon locked her legs around his ass, trapping him. He came inside her. With uneasy eyes, Han Dae-jin watched his cum leak from her pussy. Min Hee-yeon wiped it up with tissue and lay him back down beside her.
"So? You really didn't fuck her?" Min Hee-yeon asked.
"I told you, no."
"What you'll live off your whole life is this. Not some worthless expensive old fox."
At Min Hee-yeon's words, Han Dae-jin felt a weird vibe. What the hell was this woman thinking?
"But why are you doing this to me?" Han Dae-jin asked.
"You know why I do HR? Because in HR, you control people's fates. I love that. Same with men... That tuned MD racing car. Think it's still alive?"
Han Dae-jin felt a chill at her words.
"What do I gotta do?"
"Obey me, at the company or outside."
"Obey how? What do I get?"
"Obey, and you get me."
Her final words sent shivers down Han Dae-jin's spine. He hurriedly pulled the blanket over himself. Min Hee-yeon slipped under it with him.
"It's fate. You can't escape. We're stuck under this blanket together."
"Then... what about Ji-ho?"
"That thug bitch? She'll manage fine without a pathetic Korean dude like you. She's got charm. Irezumi tats, glamorous body. Black guys would love her."
"Don't say creepy shit like that..."
"It's fate. You think I'm wrong?"
Han Dae-jin's eyes shook hard at Min Hee-yeon's words. Kim Ji-ho going off with some black guy? Was she really saying that so casually?
"You always liked controlling people like this?"
"Everyone either controls or gets controlled—it's fate. In your case, I control you. Why else would I hire a weirdo like you? To me, you're my most precious failure... and success."
With that, Min Hee-yeon wrapped her legs around the Han Dae-jin who was trying to inch away, pulling him close. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms. Only then did Han Dae-jin get up, splash water on his face to clear his head, and start editing the Inje footage while she slept.
Woken by the video sounds, Min Hee-yeon came over and quietly watched.
"Does it feel good doing it with her like that?" Min Hee-yeon asked.
"Yeah, it does."
Han Dae-jin was editing a scene where Kim Ji-hyun kept pushing him with lessons.
"Like a whip flash or something?" Min Hee-yeon asked.
"Not at all. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Just one question. Why drive?"
"It's the one thing where infinite possibilities come solely from me."
"That meaningful?"
"Hell yeah."
At Han Dae-jin's confident words, Min Hee-yeon bit her lip like she was pissed. Then she slammed shut the laptop screen he was watching, all irritated.
"Hey, no! I'm in the middle of editing..."
"You don't need that shit. Why not follow when I reward you?"
Han Dae-jin was dumbfounded.
"You on birth control?"
"Worried?"
"Not worried, just asking 'cause I'm concerned."
"You think I am?"
Min Hee-yeon whispered wickedly, and Han Dae-jin started sweating bullets. After tormenting him like that for a while, she fucked him one more time before finally heading home. Han Dae-jin barely reopened the MacBook she'd slammed shut. Luckily, his edit hadn't crashed.
The next day at work, Han Dae-jin clocked in and immediately gauged the vibes from Min Hee-yeon and Kim Ji-ho. Kim Ji-ho called him first.
"Dae-jin."
"What."
"I don't think I can put off remarrying. I'll speed up the divorce."
At Kim Ji-ho's words, complicated thoughts flooded Han Dae-jin. Min Hee-yeon not even using protection, the weirdly intriguing Kim Ji-hyun, and now Kim Ji-ho. He was realizing there was no exit from this tangled mess of a life.
"I just dumped a ton of cash into the car..."
"Can't you sell it? Even a kei car would do—just drive something like that."
"Ah, it's..."
"Dae-jin, think about our future. Huh? You can't play biker gang forever. I rode bikes a lot as a kid too! But nothing comes of it."
Han Dae-jin sighed and hung his head at Kim Ji-ho's words. That's when Min Hee-yeon walked into the break room to make coffee. She and Han Dae-jin exchanged a weird look. At the same time, Kim Ji-ho sensed hostility different from before.
"Unnie...?"
Kim Ji-ho said, looking at Min Hee-yeon.
"Hm? What?"
Min Hee-yeon replied casually.
"N-nothing."
Kim Ji-ho mumbled, and Min Hee-yeon shot her a glare before leaving the break room.
"Please, Dae-jin. I'm suffering so much. I'm sorry about what happened with the team leader. Yeah? No, I get if you maybe did it once after with her. But... I don't know anymore. Where it all went wrong..."
Kim Ji-ho started crying as she said that. Han Dae-jin hugged her, tearing up too. Min Hee-yeon watched the scene with wicked eyes.
Quitting time. As Han Dae-jin went to get in his Avante N, Min Hee-yeon tailed him, hopped in his car, and said she'd left hers and needed a ride home. Obvious excuse. No way she left her car in Yongin. Then how'd she get here this morning? Despite knowing the ploy, Han Dae-jin couldn't refuse and took off. Kim Ji-ho watched it all. She got in her own car and started sobbing hysterically.