The Virgin
One sentence from Ri Su-min had left Joo Sung-hyun reeling with thoughts.
“Take it off.”
Had he misunderstood? Ri Su-min glanced at the clothes she was wearing.
A crisp white shirt, a neatly knotted tie, and tailored navy slacks. A proper uniform.
The request was not for nakedness in the pure sense. It meant quitting the police force.
That made sense. After the way their twisted relationship had unfolded, why would he ask her to undress so abruptly?
“Resignation… is that what you mean?”
For some reason the honorific slipped out. She mixed in a touch of Chinese, then switched back to formal.
Ri Su-min knew something was off, but right now she had to confirm.
Joo Sung-hyun’s reply was calm.
“That does not mean I want you to resign your position or career.”
“Then…”
“You know, don’t you?”
If she wanted to avoid becoming a whore at the hands of her sister’s acquaintances, she was being told to offer herself to him.
“Ni feng luo ba?”
“I’m not crazy.”
Crazy? Maybe not. Ri Su-min unconsciously drew her arms tighter across her chest, shrinking back. The audacity sent a chill through her.
“If you refuse, you can keep your clothes on.”
“What has gotten into you?”
“If you agree, I will arrange things so that the Korean-Chinese bosses and brokers can never harm your life. No more blackmail.”
Ri Su-jin had lost everything because of her entanglement with Joo Sung-hyun, and she was now in Chinese custody. No one knew where she was. Logically it was the detention center, but she could have been held arbitrarily by the public security bureau, or worse, locked alone in a windowless room somewhere in China. Anything was possible there.
And Ri Su-min was her sister.
“Are you really willing to do this with me?”
“If you don’t want to…”
“Of course I don’t!”
“Then I can send you to a safe op instead.”
Ri Su-min stayed silent, and Joo Sung-hyun suddenly changed the subject.
“Officer Ri Su-min. Actually, this is similar to the tactic your sister often used.”
What was he even saying?
“……?”
“Both of you were born in Yanbian. I’ll explain it accordingly. The local escorts who worked under your sister… you can call them recruiters if you like. They would advertise Korean job placements and recruit Korean-Chinese girls who fit the right age and appearance. Sometimes the pool wasn’t large enough if it was just walk-ins.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I’ll cover lodging and meals for free, and you’ll get a restaurant job paying four hundred dollars a month. It’s tough on the body, but the money stacks up fast. That’s how they recruit the women. Then, when sending them to Korea, they erase ten million in debt as transfer fees.”
Ri Su-min couldn’t stand to listen anymore and tried to get up, but—
She understood immediately.
The place they were in was a go-sih-tel. It cost more than a full-option one-room suite, the interior was well-appointed, yet it was still just a go-sih-tel.
There was no escape. And she couldn’t just let Joo Sung-hyun leave without countermeasures.
“Once they get you to Korea, though, it’s no longer restaurant work or caregiving…”
“Stop.”
“I recommend escort work. Hostels, karaoke bars, room salons, or cheap billing ops.”
“What exactly are you saying?”
“You never took a passport or locked anyone up like that. If I refused your offer, I would only have been left with a mountain of debt and sent back to Yanbian.”
Ri Su-min tried to cover her ears, but instead she sank onto the bed.
She knew the gist of what he had just described.
During her probationary patrol days she had once transported a reluctant girl to the airport. Maybe three times. Back then her sister’s organization wasn’t as big as it was now. When her little subordinate had spread rumors, her sister had called in a favor and helped out.
“I didn’t know.”
“Really?”
She was asking whether Ri Su-min knew about the forced-choice offer her sister had made to the girls.
She didn’t know the details. Truly didn’t.
Because she had been an accomplice, not the architect. Even more so after the business had taken off.
They lived in the same house, ate meals together in the morning and evening unless their shifts clashed, and she had been supported by her sister’s money. Had she really not known? If she had truly been ignorant, the National Intelligence Service would never have recruited her as an internal collaborator.
“…….”
“You knew, didn’t you?”
Some of the girls who had been forced into the same choice as her.
“…I knew. That was true.”
In the past she had overheard her sister telling a subordinate.
They all knew about it. Why was it worth collecting three or four hundred dollars a month when it was all legal? They weren’t being deceived; the girls had willingly cooperated… Unless they ended up with a bad debt and suffered later. So she knew.
But she still had something to say to Ri Su-min.
“I didn’t do it. My sister did.”
“But you enjoyed it together.”
“…….”
“More than anyone. Maybe even more than your sister, who actually owned the business.”
That part she couldn’t deny. It was her sister’s money that she spent. She had never felt guilty about it.
Working for the police meant seeing plenty of filth anyway. Among fellow Koreans, and among the brass, there were plenty of trash. Her sister had funneled some of that trash through a straw and made money, while Ri Su-min had simply reaped the benefits because she was born her lucky little sister.
Like the silver spoons who enjoyed everything without lifting a finger.
Did Joo Sung-hyun have the right to judge and sentence her for it?
Of course not. He was far worse himself.
But Ri Su-min felt no desire to argue. Because.
“If you don’t want either of us, just go.”
Joo Sung-hyun probably wasn’t trying to uphold justice. He looked faintly excited, as if he wasn’t even sure why.
Her sister had been right to be afraid of him.
‘Fuck.’
Realism had claimed the seat of absurdity.
A big brother, a safe op, and exposure to the poison her sister had last scattered.
Now it was clear there were three choices, not two. All of them looked like idiots. It took time.
Truly… she didn’t want to. But sending Joo Sung-hyun away felt like watching the future unfold too clearly.
After more than thirty minutes of hesitation in the midst of anxiety, Ri Su-min’s decision was made.
“There are conditions.”
“What?”
“Finish it as quickly as possible.”
It was the price for the man who had ruined her sister.
****
After a shower, Ri Su-min sat on the bed.
A gray tank top and dolphin shorts.
The outfit was just loungewear, but her figure was excellent. Straight shoulders, a fitted top that still showed prominent breasts, and thighs that were neither overly muscular nor thin.
She didn’t have much time to admire it.
“You said to finish quickly.”
Ri Su-min glared at him with narrowed eyes as she prodded him on.
Finish quickly. The bed was narrow; there was barely enough space to lie properly together.
She leaned toward him to start kissing.
“No.” (0 / 0 / -)
Ri Su-min turned her head and refused.
She had agreed to the big brother, but not to kissing.
Right. Her sister probably hadn’t kissed her escort girlfriends much back in the day either.
Many op rooms didn’t even allow lip contact, and deep acts were usually optional. She would have to pay an extra two or three thousand dollars.
She had no intention of arguing over kissing. Still, there was one thing she was curious about.
“Then what about the clothes?”
She asked casually, reaching for her sleeveless tank top.
The expected reaction came. Ri Su-min brushed his hand away like it was disgusting.
“You said I could keep them on.”
“While wearing them?”
“Yes. Kusut kue.”
No kiss, no undressing, only penetration allowed.
This was not a childish refusal. It was sincere.
She wanted to reduce even the smallest area of contact. Joo Sung-hyun accepted it.
“Understood.”
As he answered, he brushed the back of his hand along the line of her collarbone.
Even that touch made Ri Su-min blink uncertainly, as if she was unsure how to reject it.
He didn’t waste time and moved straight to her chest.
He didn’t grope roughly. He simply stroked gently with the pads of his fingers.
Ri Su-min shuddered and curled in on herself at the sensation, but she did not push his hand away. Instead she stared at him blankly.
“Hui-jung-won ma?”
“Chinese? I can understand the gist.”
“You know the market… eh. Many people know it.”
“I don’t have friends.”
She knew how to use it, though. She answered casually.
With a light scratch of her nail, he felt the hardened nipple through the tank top, then slowly began to massage the breasts over the fabric.
His other hand was already resting on her firm thigh.
Adayong reacted every time his hand brushed her. She would flinch and squeeze her legs together, or press her own hand over his.
Yet the questions never stopped.
“Why do you live like this? With someone your age, you could do even better than your sister.”
Ri Su-min closed her mouth. His hand had just entered the inside of her thigh.
Do better than her sister?
Did she think she could run a whorehouse or brokering better than Ri Su-jin?
Her neck flushed red, and her face looked as if it had the words “He really means it” written on it as she stared at him. Joo Sung-hyun guessed why she had said it. With her talent and connections, why keep living this way? It seemed strange to him.
But she did not seem to be asking out of genuine curiosity.
“You know now.”
It was more fun this way. At his answer Ri Su-min cursed in Chinese.
The short foreplay ended there.
He took out what was needed to satisfy Ri Su-min’s request—to finish quickly.
Lube.
Mogejel Classic 100. Tube type, odorless, paraben-free.
She had bought it while she showered.
“…….” (0 / 0 / -)
Ri Su-min, whose face had twisted in anger, finally smiled.
She could avoid the pain that often accompanied the first time because of the lack of lubrication… though she didn’t seem happy about it.
Ri Su-min looked like she was remembering the incident her sister had caused with expired lube. It turned out this lube came from the same company.
“You crazy bastard.”
“If you don’t like the gel, do I need more foreplay?”
“I don’t.”
She bit her lower lip hard as she answered.
Fine. Joo Sung-hyun stripped off his pants and underwear one by one.
The lower body bobbed upward, glistening.
The moment Ri Su-min saw his erection, she shrank her thighs again.
But the moment had already passed. Still, he intended to keep his promise.
Quick action.
“……!” (0 / 0 / -)
He laid her down and peeled off her gray dolphin shorts.
Her panties were a low-rise triangular bikini.
A few threads of fabric were slightly damp, but he ignored them and gently pulled them aside.
‘She takes good care of it.’
Even without a strict waxing, the pubic hair was neatly maintained and shaped beautifully without any sagging.
“Euh!” (0 / 0 / -)
He positioned himself, then lightly brushed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. Ri Su-min shuddered.
He applied the lube while maintaining the pre-penetration posture.
The internet tip said to squeeze it the size of a coin, but he found it easier to apply just enough that it wouldn’t drip from his fingertips.
Enough, of course, for his own member to glisten.
Naturally, he did not touch inside her; he only smeared a thin layer around the entrance.
Every time his fingers brushed and rubbed the sensitive areas, a tremor ran through her.
But it was only brief.
Squeeze. Push.
“Hup!?”
The moment he finished coating her, he thrust his shaft deep.
Thanks to the lubricant, the sensation of being pushed in firmly and sinking deep.
999’s little sister was no longer a virgin.