That's As Far As I'll Go
"So, since I took care of your brother's little drug habit, how exactly do you plan to compensate me?"
Seol-a's smile thinned by a single layer. The corners of her mouth stayed lifted, but the warmth drained from her eyes for a brief moment before rushing back in. She smoothed her expression once more, neatly closed her legs, and adjusted her posture.
"Drugs? That seems like a rather exaggerated choice of words."
Her rebuttal, delivered with a smile, was polished. Instead of denying the content outright, she took issue with the scale of the word itself—clearly judging that the term "drugs" should never have been allowed to leave my mouth.
I returned the smile in kind.
"I doubt you actually believe this was his first time."
"Fabricating stories that don't exist will only cause trouble."
She cut me off without hesitation. Rather than probing what cards I held, she blocked the direction of the conversation entirely and concluded there would be no evidence. Of course—she came from a politician's family. She would be well-versed in slipping away like a mudfish every time someone grabbed her by the tail.
When I took out my phone, Seol-a's gaze dropped to the screen. I tapped the saved recording file.
Sound flowed from the speaker.
"I-I really asked for it. Ah... aah... I'll t-talk..."
It was a man's voice. Between each broken breath and ragged rhythm, moans slipped in.
"T-Tae-wook came first and asked if we could get it for him."
"What is it?"
"Tramadol, etomidate... ugh... and ketamine mixed into a cocktail... ah... th-that... aaah!!"
A scream filled the counseling room. The fingers Seol-a had placed on her knee twitched faintly, but her outward composure remained unchanged. The fact that she was desperately holding herself together was only more obvious because of that tremor.
I stopped the recording.
"Ugh, too loud."
I pretended to clean out my ear, set the phone on my knee, and tilted my head toward her.
"Should we draw some blood and run it through a centrifuge?"
The smile vanished. The curve at the corner of her mouth dropped, revealing the cold, dry foundation beneath. The same sharp light that had flashed when she'd torn my business card returned—and this time, she didn't pull it back.
"It might not show up."
I acknowledged it first. Some drugs clear the system after time passes. But the real point lay elsewhere.
"Still, if I time this perfectly and drop it right before the presidential election..."
I let the rest trail off. Seol-a would fill in the blanks herself.
Silence settled over us. The light slipping through the blinds cast stripes across her knees, and the hand resting there didn't move once.
Her eyes closed. A long sigh escaped.
"Haa..."
When they opened again, they faced me directly. The smile and the mask were both gone, leaving her bare face exposed.
"Why go this far?"
"Because I don't like that loser punk acting all high and mighty?"
Seol-a's brow furrowed slightly. I couldn't tell whether the reaction was to me calling her brother a loser or to the word itself coming from my mouth.
"Regarding the previous incident with my brother, I believe we already offered our apologies on our side."
"That apology was made to my grandfather, not to me."
"I'll have my brother apologize to you personally."
"And that's it?"
I shot back sharply. Seol-a's chin drew back a fraction. She must have expected from the start that an apology wouldn't end things, but bringing it up first had probably been her way of testing the waters.
"Once the election is over, couldn't our relationship become even stronger?"
The election.
She was dangling her father's political connections as collateral, calculating that if he won, it would benefit me as well. Her grandfather might have fallen for it, but it didn't work on me. That wasn't what I wanted.
"Is this because of the person who came with you?"
Her head moved ever so slightly. The person who came with me. She was referring to Jinhui, who had been with me at the hospital. She'd already finished her investigation. Fast. Since Jinhui had been right beside me when we raided the hospital, it wouldn't have been hard to find out. The fact that she'd stopped at Jinhui, however, meant she still hadn't reached my relationship with Ayeong.
"Who knows? Feel free to think whatever you like."
Instead of answering, I picked up my phone. Right in front of her, I long-pressed the recording file and deleted it. I even showed her the confirmation button being pressed, nice and slow.
"Anyway, we don't have anything to lose here, and my grandfather already gave your side plenty. It doesn't matter if this disappears."
Seol-a's gaze rose from the phone screen to my face, and a strange light flickered in her eyes.
"There's only one thing I want."
I leaned forward, looking straight at her.
"I want you to become my slave."
Seol-a's brow creased, but that was all. Her voice didn't rise, and she didn't stand up. Instead of showing emotion, she redirected her energy toward reading my true intentions.
"If you simply wanted me, you could have proposed a connection between our families. Why go through all this trouble?"
"Because I don't need a talented wife. I need a toy."
The corners of Seol-a's eyes narrowed as she looked up at me. She was weighing whether those words were sincere, a provocation, or both.
"You're getting too cocky, relying on your grandfather's influence."
Her tone was icy. This was her unmasked voice, delivering a naked warning.
"Your brother isn't exactly easy to deal with either, is he?"
I countered. Seol-a's mouth closed. I could see thick layers of defense rising as she stared at me with all emotion wiped from her face.
"This will be your father's third attempt at the presidency, correct?"
Seol-a remained frozen, not moving a muscle. Enjoying her reaction, I continued.
"If he loses again this time, his approval rating within the party will drop, and the presidency will slip away forever."
After a brief pause, I spoke to her again.
"It looks like he's spread his hands out quite far in every direction..."
I let the words hang. I was pointing at the debt. With this being his third run at the presidency, it was easy to imagine where the funds had come from and what promises had been made. Even if I didn't know the exact numbers, simply poking in the right direction would be enough—and Seol-a knew it.
The corner of Seol-a's mouth slowly rose as she stared at me. This wasn't the motion of putting on a mask. It was the smile of someone who had read the board.
She stood up.
"I'll consider the offer you've given me today. May I contact you?"
"Anytime."
Seol-a straightened her posture, then bowed at the waist. Her head dipped to exactly the polite angle before rising again. Her footsteps clicked across the floor at regular intervals as she walked to the door. It opened, then closed.
The moment I was alone in the counseling room, the faint scent of perfume drifted over from the sofa where Seol-a had been sitting. It wasn't strong, but it clung to the tip of my nose. Heat stirred in my lower body.
I wanted to pin that arrogant face down and crush it.
Must be because I stopped halfway.
I wonder if Jinhui has time right now?
I picked up my phone and sent a text.
She was the one whose body had been burning up earlier, yet here she was playing hard to get...
A short while later, the counseling room door opened cautiously and Jinhui poked her head inside. The moment she saw me, she frowned and quickly slipped in, locking the door behind her.
"Why aren't you in class?"
"I had someone to meet."
Her nose twitched slightly. She must have immediately noticed the lingering perfume in the room.
"A woman?"
"Tae-wook's older sister."
"Jeong Tae-wook?"
At that name, Jinhui flinched. She clearly knew who he was.
"She was with me at the hospital that day."
"Did something go wrong while handling that matter?"
Since she'd been there herself, it was natural for her to be concerned.
"Nothing's wrong. I just got a little interested."
At those words, the corners of Jinhui's mouth immediately turned down.
"...Annoying. I'm leaving."
I grabbed her arm as she tried to turn away. It was cute how she immediately sulked the moment I mentioned being interested in another woman.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
I pulled her grumbling wrist into my arms. Brushing her hair back, I asked,
"Jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous."
Even as she grumbled, she didn't pull away from my chest. I cupped her ass, slowly stroking upward as I spoke.
"Wouldn't it be better if there was one more beneath you?"
"......"
Jinhui pouted her lips, a brief flicker of hesitation crossing her face.
"Two or three... there's not much difference."
"E-even so... I don't like you keep adding more women."
Her quiet voice buried itself against my chest. A small chuckle slipped out of me.
"Alright. I'll stop here. I won't add any more."
"Really?"
She lifted her head, and our eyes met. The look in them was pure confirmation-seeking.
"Did you tell Sister yet?"
"Not yet."
"She'll get angry."
"Ayeong won't get angry with me."
"Still... we're f-family now. You should tell her."
The word "family" had come from Jinhui's mouth. The woman who had only started calling Ayeong "Eonni" a few days ago was already expanding that circle.
"Then I'll tell her when we go home today."
Jinhui wrapped her arms around my neck and said,
"S-since you called me here... let's finish quickly."
Even as her mouth hurried me along, her upturned eyes were filled with expectation. A woman who clearly liked it but would never say so first.
I kissed those lips and pulled Jinhui onto my lap.
I lifted her skirt. My fingers slid up her thighs, gliding over her stockings until they reached the seam at her crotch and tore it open.
"Ah... I only have one pair..."
I pushed my tongue into her complaining mouth. The panties revealed through the torn gap were already soaking wet. Was it because we'd stopped halfway on the stairs earlier, or had her jealousy turned her on?
"Haa..."
When I pushed her panties aside and pressed the tip against her entrance, the arms wrapped around my back tightened.
Schlup.
I pushed in slowly. Her heated inner walls clamped down tightly, stealing my breath.
"Hngh..."
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. I lifted her in my arms on the sofa and began moving my hips.
Slap, slap.
"Ah... hngh..."
Wet sounds and moans overlapped inside the narrow counseling room. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and sweat spread across her blouse. Every time I thrust upward, her insides squeezed me like a vice.
Slap slap slap.
"Haah... there... hngh...!"
As the rhythm quickened, her head fell back, exposing the line of her neck. When I pressed my lips to her nape and sucked, her inner walls tightened another degree.
"Haaah...!"
The urge to cum surged up.
"I'm about to cum."
"N-no... cleanup... will be hard... hngh... haa."
I ignored her and pushed all the way in, pressing the tip firmly against her cervix.
Spurt. Splurt.
"Ungh...!"
Jinhui's stomach convulsed as her thighs trembled violently. Her arms remained locked around my shoulders while she panted harshly. After staying buried inside her for a long moment to catch my breath, I rested my forehead against her chest. Sweat had soaked her back, causing her blouse to cling to her skin. I gently stroked it.
"Ugh... my clothes are all wet now."
Even as she grumbled, she showed no intention of leaving my embrace. After leaning against me for a while, Jinhui carefully lifted herself up. With a sticky sound, our connection separated.
"Haa... you really let out a lot."
Jinhui quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped between her legs. She hastily pulled her panties back on, but the sensation of it leaking out made her frown. Since her stockings were already torn, she balled them up and shoved them into the trash can.
After straightening her clothes, she knelt between my legs. She grasped my cock—still covered in a mess of semen and her juices—lifted it, and began slowly licking it clean from base to tip.
Slurp. Chu.
Once it was clean, she pressed her lips to the tip once before pulling away and looking up at me. It was admirable how she felt embarrassed by her own actions yet made an effort to do it properly because she knew I liked it.
After seeing my satisfied expression, Jinhui stood up, adjusted her blouse and skirt, then glanced back at me from the door.
"Don't skip class later."
"Got it."
"Then I'm going."
As she opened the door to leave, she tugged the hem of her skirt down over her hips. Just before disappearing into the hallway, I heard her mutter,
"Aish... seriously, you shouldn't do it inside..."
At those words, laughter escaped me before I could stop it.
