Chapter 41: Mealtime
Jinhee's hands trembled as she set the documents down. Her fingertips clung to the edges of the paper as if she couldn't let go, like everything would crumble the moment she did. Her hand stiffened rigidly on the table before going limp with exhaustion. I sat across from her, watching that hand. I didn't even need to look at her face. There, on the table, lay the truth she'd poured every moment of her life into finding since her sister's death—and still come up empty. Now that she'd read it, she couldn't pretend not to know. And I'd brought it to her.
Jinhee lifted her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears pooling but not spilling over. She wouldn't cry until her final revenge was complete. Disgust mingled in the gaze she fixed on me. It was only natural. She loathed herself for owing a debt to someone like me. But deeper in that stare, buried in its depths, I could see the answer already decided. She knew she had no choice but to take my hand in the end.
Her lips parted. A dry breath escaped the parched gap, followed by her voice. "Please."
It was a low, subdued tone. Gone was the haughty woman who'd huffed and bristled with pride even as she gasped in pleasure before me.
"Please... help me."
Her head bowed before me. I spoke to the crown of her head. "Help you with what, exactly?"
Her gaze lifted. "The truth. And revenge."
I paused for a beat, then countered. "With just words?"
Her expression twisted. She knew I wasn't a good man, yet her face still held that lingering hope for my kindness. I watched that hope shatter. But I was all she had left.
"Anything you want."
Her voice grew thin. Anything... I smirked.
"We'll see."
I stood from my chair. "Let me think it over a bit more for now."
Her eyes wavered. As I turned to leave, I heard her chair scrape back, and her hand grabbed my wrist in a rush. I didn't stop.
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Beyond my gripped wrist, I felt her grit her teeth. The fingers tightened once, fiercely, then slowly released. I walked out the front door without looking back.
I could have sealed the deal right there. Set conditions, draw lines, lock her into a transaction. But that wasn't necessary. A woman bound by contract slips free when it's done. I wanted more than that. Not for revenge, but for me. A leash she tied around her own neck. One she could remove but chose not to. I wanted her to make that choice.
I rode the elevator down to the parking lot and started the car. Gripping the wheel, I mentally sorted through the documents again. Those little shits were tangled up with some real heavyweights, more than I'd expected. They handed out fake prescriptions under the guise of treating desperate, broke patients, then passed the drugs to their contacts. When the bust came, they'd quietly dispose of some nobody no one cared about. And the hospital was in on it too. Getting that nurse to talk wasn't easy—she only opened up after we promised no whistleblowing.
The fact that nothing got buried the moment it was exposed meant they were connected high up. Hospital meds had to have been flagged in distribution at some point, but it all slid by—which screamed a massive network. The tail end was just out of sight, flickering in and out. I wasn't aiming to smash the whole supply chain anyway; a light shake would do. Jinhee wanted the parasites clinging to it, after all. A little nudge, and the tree would shake them off itself.
I opened the front door, and a wave of cozy warmth hit me. The wide, empty house that usually smelled of absence. But not today. The air felt alive, heated. Just knowing someone was breathing inside made the place feel so different.
"You're back?"
Ayoung's voice came from the living room. My lips curved up without thinking. I fixed my expression as I kicked off my shoes.
Heading to the kitchen, I saw her standing at the sink, something on the cutting board, knife in hand.
"What're you doing?"
"Dinner..."
"Why's a lady like you cooking that?"
I said it gruffly on purpose.
"I gave you the card. Just order something."
"But I wanted to make it for you..."
Her soft voice trailed off. The way she stared down at the board, head slightly bowed—that profile pulled a hidden smile from me.
I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. My arms overlapped the apron ties. She laid her hands— the one that had set down the knife—over mine.
"You ate already? You're late."
"I was waiting."
"Not really hungry."
"You still can't skip meals."
Her voice against my back was gentle.
"What about you?"
"Oh... well, I was thinking of dieting a bit."
The idea of her starving herself to look pretty for me? Music to my ears. I slid my hand down, stroking slowly over her stomach. Heat rose through the apron fabric. She flinched, grabbing my hand with both of hers—but she just held on, didn't push it away.
"Dinner's not ready yet, right?"
"Yeah. Just rice is done."
"How about we skip straight to our diet workout?"
"Workout?"
She turned her head, looking up at me. I met her eyes and grabbed a handful of her ass. Flesh yielded between my fingers through the thin pants.
"I'll fill you up good with my special exercise."
"Ah..."
Her ears to neck flushed crimson in an instant. The second she caught my meaning, her eyes dropped, unable to hold mine—then flicked back up.
"Sh... shall we?"
She turned fully, bringing her lips to mine. Just a brief touch, permission granted. I grabbed her under the thighs and hoisted her up. Her hands clutched my shoulders; I set her ass on the edge of the table behind.
"H-here?"
"It's just us."
Her lips quivered. Clearly embarrassed, yet her fingers gripped the table edge white-knuckled, her spread knees offering no resistance as I stepped between them.
I tilted her chin up, trailing my lips along her jawline. Slowly down her throat, her breath hitching at my nose. When my lips brushed her collarbone, fingers rose to the back of my head, grabbing my hair. A light grasp turned into a tight clutch as her breathing shortened.
I untied the apron, stripped off her top. Shoulder, collarbone, breasts—faint marks from days ago still lingered on the exposed skin. My marks, fading. I pressed my lips to one, sucking hard. Fresh blood rushed red beneath. Stamping my claim again felt damn good.
I marked below her breast, then moved to her nipple. Tongue circled once before teeth grazed it lightly.
"Nngh... feels good."
Her unashamed whisper. I nibbled and pressed with my tongue; her back arched faintly off the table. Her thighs brushed and released my sides repeatedly, breath catching hard—then her body shuddered.
She came lightly from just her tits. Before her ragged breaths settled, I sucked the other nipple. Alternating, tugging with lips, rolling with tongue. Her hand rose to my head, fingers threading hair, then gently pressing down.
"N-not... just there..."
Low murmur. I looked up.
"Then where?"
Her eyes darted aside. Ears red, lips working silently.
"Ah... down there too."
"Where's down there?"
"Th-that... my... spot."
"What do you call that spot?"
She covered her face with both hands. Crimson cheeks peeked through her fingers.
"P-pu... pussy."
Squeezed out with effort. Good girl. I peeled her hands away, gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Hiked up her skirt. Fingertip to inner thigh, sliding up slow. Skin heated inward; before I reached the end, my finger was slick. Panties soaked, clinging to her folds.
"This excited already? Just from that?"
"I... I missed you, so..."
I shoved her panties aside. Index finger slid along the slit, coated in sticky nectar. Squelch. I eased it in slow. Inner walls sucked it greedily.
"Nngh..."
I curled it, scraping her upper wall.
"Ha... haaah!"
Her head snapped back. Thumb on her swollen clit, circling slow. Inside, finger teased the roof; outside, thumb drew loops.
"Nngh... haa... wait, nngh...!"
Her thighs clenched, trapping my hand—but I ramped up the pace without mercy. Squelch-squelch. Her body convulsed hard.
"Ah... nooo..."
Splash. Juices erupted, soaking my palm, dripping off the table to the floor. She panted into her hands, thighs still quivering faintly.
I stripped off her soaked skirt, dropped my pants. Cock out, tip to her gaping slit. Squelch. Head at the entrance, her slick walls parted on their own, sucking me in.
Panting Ayoung raised her arms to me. "Hold me... kiss me..."
I pulled her close. Her back fit into my arms. Lips met; her tongue pushed in first, coiling mine, gulping pooled spit with a swallow. Squelch, smack. I eased in slow during the kiss.
"Mmmph..."
Inner walls clenched, dragging me deeper. Smack, smack, slurp. I built a rhythm, scraping every inch. Her ass bounced off the table. Slurp, slurp. Deeper thrusts pressed hidden spots firm.
Her legs wrapped my waist, heels hooking my back.
"R-right... there. Good. Nngh... th-that... ah... no. Nngh...!"
Eyes glazing, she gasped without registering her own words. Legs stayed locked even as she begged to stop. Thrust. Deep stab, grinding firm. Walls contracted to push me out, then sucked back in.
"Can I cum inside?"
I knew she would, but asked anyway.
"I-it's... fine! J-just... keep going."
Her arms tightened, hugging my neck.
"L-like that... do it."
"You'll give birth to my kid?"
"Y-yeah... yeah! I will!"
Slurp-slurp-slurp. I slammed up hard. Cock battering her depths, her back bowed like a bowstring.
"Haaah...!"
Her walls clamped wildly. I plowed through the spasming convulsions. Squelch! Thrust!
"Nngh... haa...!"
Eyes rolling back, her lips groped my jaw. I kissed her; walls clenched huge again. Climax surged. Gripping her waist, I buried to the hilt. Thrust.
"Haa... nyaaang...!"
Her juices burst again. Cock wedged deepest, I unleashed. Spurt, spurt. Heat spreading inside rippled back along my shaft. Her legs quivered in orgasm but stayed locked.
"Haa..."
I held her limp body, catching my breath. Eyes on the table glazed in bliss. Squelch~pop. Pulling out slow, cum mixed with her juices overflowed the gap, dripping off the table edge to the floor in the quiet kitchen.
I stepped to her head, offering my cock.
"Here, mealtime."
"Mmm..."
She turned, mouth opening. Slurp, lick. Tongue wrapped, sliding slow, cleaning every trace with devoted laps.
"Haa... haa..."
Breath steady, she released, looked up. A smile spread on her lips.
"Ah... you still look hungry... want more?"
In her hand, my cock hardened again. But... am I the one getting devoured here?
