You Made Me a Woman!
After several climaxes, Jinhee was completely spent. Her inner thighs trembled faintly, and her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Feel good?"
At my question, Jinhee glared at me silently. Her lips parted, then closed again. Was she about to curse me out, or pretend otherwise?
I slowly pulled my cock out. Schlurp. Jinhee's body shuddered. Her eyes squeezed shut, then opened again, flashing with pleasure and regret in equal measure. But she quickly schooled her expression into one of indifference.
"I'll drive you home."
"……."
No thanks came. Instead, she stretched out her arm toward my neck. It was like last time—she wanted me to carry her piggyback. It was kinda cute how she couldn't bring herself to ask outright from embarrassment.
As I hoisted her onto my back, her body heat settled over my entire back. Her damp skin clung to my shirt. The scent of sweat wafted from her limp hair draped over my shoulder.
She kept her eyes closed the whole time as I carried her down the stairs and buckled her into the passenger seat. When her body tilted against the seat, her head lolled toward the window. She was already asleep.
I started the engine and pulled out. The only sound in the car was Jinhee's soft breathing.
I parked in front of her one-room apartment and shook her shoulder lightly. Jinhee's eyes fluttered open. It took a moment for her gaze to focus.
She staggered to her feet, steadying herself against the door to stand upright.
Inside the one-room, Jinhee collapsed straight onto the bed, still in her post-sex rumpled clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she turned her head. Her face, avoiding my eyes, buried halfway into the pillow.
"You should wash up before sleeping."
"I'm tired."
"You stink."
"It's your smell."
I chuckled. "My smell that good, huh?"
"……I'll wash up."
She grumbled but didn't get up. With her eyes closed, her face sank deeper into the pillow—a pose with zero intention of moving.
"See you tomorrow."
I stood from the bed and turned off the light. In the darkened room, a soft voice murmured.
"Drive safe."
It was so cute I almost laughed. I didn't reply, just shut the door.
Back in the car, I pulled out my phone immediately and texted Ayoung.
I leaned back in the seat. It wasn't just post-sex horniness—I just naturally wanted to see Ayoung.
I started the engine right away and headed out. I parked nearby and walked to the place.
I pushed open the door without answering the server asking about party size and headed straight inside. There was Ayoung in the back room, in her casual clothes with her vest off, sitting at the inner side of the table. Next to her, a guy in a jacket was leaning in way too close.
Ayoung's shoulder hunched inward. Then her hand moved. Under the table, she grabbed his wrist and shoved it away. I loved how she was protecting herself.
But the guy leaned in toward Ayoung again, whispering something. Her face froze.
This fucker's begging to die. Who the hell does he think he's touching?
I immediately called Grandfather's secretary office on my phone. As I approached Ayoung's table, I grabbed a beer bottle from it. I smacked it against the table to pop the cap, then tilted it over the guy's head.
Glug glug glug. Beer poured from the crown of his head down to his chin.
The guy shoved back his chair and jumped up. "Argh! What the— what the fuck!"
I set the empty bottle down on the table with a clunk.
Ayoung looked up at me with wide, startled eyes. I flashed her a big grin and said, "You crazy fuck, who the hell do you think you're groping?"
People at the nearby tables scattered, craning their necks to watch while holding their breath.
I sat in the empty seat across from the flailing guy. "Straight-up sexual harassment. You wanna die?"
The quieter my voice, the more the room hushed. Beer dripped from his soaked hair, trickling down his chin to stain his shirt collar.
"Who the fuck are you? You psycho!"
Smack. I backhanded his cheek. His head snapped sideways, a short scream bursting from his lips.
"Ack...!"
He clutched his cheek and staggered back, tears welling in his eyes. Still, he bared his teeth, pointing accusingly as he tried to stand.
I slapped the other cheek. Smack. This time he toppled sideways, his back slamming into the neighboring table's edge. Beer bottles and plates crashed down in a mess. Broth splattered the floor, chopsticks rolling everywhere.
Someone shoved back their chair and stood. "You crazy bastard, groping someone else's woman?"
The guy wiped his bloody nose and retreated, shirt front smeared with beer and blood. His eyes glazed over as he yelled, "Who the fuck are you! Call the cops. Now!"
I strode up and squatted in front of him, matching his eye level. His head tilted back reflexively.
"Call the cops now, and you'll get hauled off for sexual harassment, you dumb fuck."
Color drained from his face. His gaping mouth wouldn't close.
Then Ayoung rushed over and tugged my arm. "J... Jinho, stop. If you keep this up..."
I glanced at her hand, then back at the guy. He trembled and shouted, "Who the hell are you to butt in?"
"Me?" I stood slowly. Ayoung's hand clung to my arm, rising with me. "Her boyfriend."
The guy's face went ghost-white. I felt Ayoung's grip loosen on my arm. I turned to her—she was staring up at me with her mouth half-open. No need to see more of that, so I pivoted fully toward her and held out my hand.
"Let's go, lady."
"Ah..."
All eyes were on us. Ayoung glanced between me and the surrounding staff.
"Let's go."
I said it cold and low. A brief hesitation. Then she gathered her things and grabbed her bag.
"Y-you fucker, running away?!" the guy yelled from behind.
I didn't look back, just placed my hand on Ayoung's back and guided her to the exit. A hand grabbed my shoulder. I reflexively seized the wrist, twisted, and flung it off. That alone sent the guy sprawling to the floor.
"You...!"
His ass hit the ground hard, face flushed red as he glared up. As his mouth opened to spew more, his phone buzzed in his pocket. His eyes dropped to the screen. Seeing the name, his expression shifted.
He fumbled to answer, trying to rise on one knee, but his legs wobbled. I sneered down at him, still on the floor taking the call.
"Y... yes? From T-Taesung Group? ...Why?"
The barking voice from the phone carried over here. The guy's volume plummeted.
"I... I'm sorry."
I smirked at him bowing to the phone and led Ayoung out the door.
Outside, night air washed over my face. The smoke and grease smell peeled away like a layer of skin. Footsteps chased after us. The guy, barefoot in his rush, stopped in front of the shop.
"I... I'm sorry!"
He bowed so low his head nearly touched the ground. Beer droplets fell from his wet hair onto the asphalt.
"I didn't recognize you... please forgive me..."
I didn't budge, speaking low. "Who the hell are you apologizing to right now?"
His shoulders jerked. His head lifted, then swiveled to face Ayoung, bowing even deeper.
"I'm sorry, Ayoung. I swear, I didn't mean..."
Ayoung looked down at him, clutching her bag strap. Not anger, not satisfaction—just hollow emptiness after something drained away.
"......It's fine. Just don't do it again."
"Th-thank you."
Leaving him bowing repeatedly as he backed away, Ayoung looked up at me. Her eyes were red-rimmed.
"I want some air."
Ayoung had never asked anything of me before. She came when I called, stripped when I said, took it when I wanted. There'd been refusals, but never demands.
And now this woman was asking me for something for the first time. Just to get some air. That simple phrase lingered oddly in my chest.
I buckled her into the passenger seat and started the engine. No destination. I just drove. Pedal down, exhaust roared as the road rushed beneath us.
Ayoung said nothing. Head turned to the window, watching outside. Streetlights swept over her face in passing—bright, then dark. Between those intervals, I caught her profile, lips pressed tight.
We drove for a long while. Out of the city, roadside trees lined both sides. Lights grew sparse, the car darkening. Spotting the lake parking lot, I turned in.
Engine off, exhaust faded, silence settled in the car. Ayoung opened her door and got out. I followed.
The lake was dark. Moonlight thinly coated the surface; only the opposite mountain's silhouette was faintly visible. Cherry trees stood in a row, leaves rustling, long past bloom.
Ayoung walked a few steps toward the lake. She set her bag on the ground and stared at the water. Her thin cardigan fluttered in the night breeze.
Then she suddenly screamed.
"You fucking bastard...! I'll kill you!"
Her voice echoed over the lake.
"I'll fucking kill you... you piece of shit!"
It didn't end there. Like dragging out everything she'd bottled up inside, screams poured forth. Her throat cracked raw, but she didn't stop. Fists pounded the air. Shoulders heaved.
The cries grew hoarse, tears mixing in. I leaned against the car, watching.
Twenty years. That was the time this woman had swallowed. Rage crushed under "unwed mother," nights enduring hands on her thighs, dawns weeping silently in bed. All of it erupting now.
After a long time, Ayoung's knees buckled. She sank to the grass. Shoulders shaking, gasping for breath. Her voice was gone.
I didn't move. I could've gone to lift her, but I didn't. This was something she had to purge herself.
How much time passed? Ayoung rose unsteadily. Brushed grass from her knees and turned. Eyes red, lashes damp but tears not falling. A face pretending she hadn't cried.
She walked to me. Stopped a step away and bowed her head.
"Sorry."
I just looked at her, silent.
"And thank you."
She bowed deeply in thanks.
"Lady. You know I hate that shit."
Ayoung lifted her head. Her eyes looked up at me. In the pitch dark, moonlight lit half her face.
"I know. I know that. But..."
Words trailed off. She bit her lip, released, then spoke again.
"I'm... I'm an older unwed mother with a kid."
Her voice quivered faintly.
"And you're young, handsome, rich—everything."
Her breaths quickened. Each sentence shortened her inhales. More exhale than inhale—like dumping out everything held back.
"You're just gonna play with me and toss me aside anyway."
Her strained voice cracked.
"You made me a woman! You should've just left me clueless..."
Her fist clenched white-knuckled. This woman, who'd endured life's storms pretending they were nothing, was finally spilling it all before me.
"Why do this to me? If I didn't know... then I... I..."
She couldn't finish. Tried biting her lip to hold it, but the tremor climbed from chin to mouth. Tears clung desperately to her lashes, shaking with every blink.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled. The last step vanished; her forehead bumped my chest. I wrapped my arm around her back, palmed her hair, stroked slowly downward.
"I told you I like you, lady. So do your best to keep me from getting bored."
Ayoung stiffened, then sagged against me a beat later. A hollow laugh vibrated against my body.
"You're... you're such trash."
"What can we do? You're the one who can't throw out trash like me."
Ayoung's shoulders shook. Laughter or sobs, indistinguishable. Then her arms wrapped my back, clutching my shirt hard.
"Kiss me."
Her voice was low. Eyes peering up from my chest glistened wet.
I lifted her chin with my fingers. Her face in the moonlight—lip tint smudged blurry at the edges, under-eyes red. I lowered my lips to hers.
Ayoung pushed her tongue in first. Rough. Like she couldn't hold back, biting and sucking mine. Breath hissed fiercely through her nose. Salt spread in my mouth—tears reaching her lips.
We clung like that for a while before she pulled back. Saliva stretched, snapped. She exhaled raggedly, forehead to my shoulder.
"Hold me. Make me a woman again."
I kissed her instead of answering. This time, I thrust deep. Ayoung's breath hitched, then burst from her nose. As we kissed, I slipped off her cardigan. It slid from her shoulders to the grass.
Thin blouse beneath. I tugged the hem up; she raised her arms herself. Late spring, but night air still chilled. Goosebumps prickled her exposed skin.
Unhooked her bra—full, pale breasts spilled out. Moonlight sharpened their contours. Cold air made her nipples stand erect.
Wind blew over the lake. No one around. Only water lapping and grass whispering in the dark.
I pinched a nipple lightly between thumb and forefinger. Ayoung's shoulders hunched; a short gasp escaped.
"Don't plan on going home tonight."
"......Got it."
