Bed Scene (3)
“Hhk, hah, hnngh….”
“Why are you crying? I told you it was cute.”
“Hnn… n-no, I d-didn't want you to see me like this, Se-Seonho….”
Having climaxed while still in her underwear, Min Ye-won had apparently found it mortifying beyond words, because the moment her orgasm faded, she abruptly began to sob.
Her tear-streaked face, in its own way, prodded at my sadistic streak. Watching her bawl like that only made me want to keep her like this even longer.
Min Ye-won, weeping, her soaked lower half not even half-covered — naturally, every last detail of it was being captured on camera.
“Stop crying, Ye-won. Honestly, you look beautiful to me.”
“Don't…. d-don't film it…. Wh-what are you even going to do with footage like this….”
“I told you, didn't I? Someday this will all be a memory, Ye-won. A few years from now, you'll look back and laugh it off like, oh right, that happened once.”
“Hnn… hnn, hnngh….”
“Dry it up. You'll listen to me, won't you?”
“…Hhk! Mm, mmm….”
Reacting to the voice commanding her to obey, Min Ye-won somehow forced her sobs to a halt. Even that effort of hers was captured, unfiltered, by the smartphone camera in my hand.
She was manufacturing every bit of her own future embarrassment without my even having to ask. From where I stood, I could only be grateful.
At this point I've probably already filmed more than enough to use.
Still, there was no harm in banking as much as possible. Even if I never needed it for blackmail, it would do just fine for when I eventually cut her loose.
I brought my right hand down to Min Ye-won's white… no, by now practically gray underwear, as she belatedly wiped at her reddened eyes.
Tap.
“Ye-won. Lift your hips a little.”
“W-wait…. n-no…. y-you can't film th-there….”
Min Ye-won clutched at her own underwear, desperately pulling it back up as it slid down.
Beneath the briefly lifted fabric, her cleft peeked out, little by little, on the edge of view.
“What is this, after everything you've done so far? You endured all that, and now you want to pull this?”
“Th-that's still… I really can't do that…! P-please, Seonho…. i-if it's something else, I'll do it…. i-if you want it w-with my mouth, I'll do that too…!”
…What kind of nonsense is that? That much is a given, obviously.
Watching Min Ye-won talk as if she actually had a say in the matter — a slave, of all things — I could tell her discipline still had a long way to go.
“Hey. Min Ye-won. Are you kidding me right now? After everything I've filmed, suddenly you don't want to?”
“…S-Seonho…?”
“You're seriously selfish. If you didn't want to, you should have said so from the start. What does that make me, after filming all of this?”
“Y-you're mad, Seonho…?”
“…Fine. If you don't want to, forget it. I'm tired anyway. I'll just sleep.”
Saying that, I carelessly flipped the smartphone over and dropped it beside us — still recording, of course.
The point of putting on this act of anger was to capture all of it on video: Min Ye-won clinging to me, pitiful and desperate to make amends.
A command would have made her comply, and she'd have taken her underwear off on her own eventually — but if it looked too unnatural, it would be a little less satisfying to use for my own private enjoyment later.
Nothing arouses quite like a woman who fought tooth and nail turning around, apologizing to the man, and spreading her legs of her own accord. And if that apology was genuinely meant for me? An absolute delicacy.
I flopped down beside her, still playing the sulking boyfriend, and before long I caught Min Ye-won hastily stealing glances at my expression, apology after apology tumbling out of her.
“I-I'm sorry, Seonho…. it was my fault….”
“…….”
“I-it was my fault, Seonho…. right…? Don't be mad….”
“…What exactly did you do wrong?”
“I didn't listen to you…. I-I resisted…. I-I'll be good from now on, I promise….”
…Seriously, this girl. She cannot afford to fall for just anyone. I knew Suggestion was lurking underneath it all, but I never imagined she'd turn into this much of a pushover.
No ordinary woman, no matter how head-over-heels she might be, grovels this low this fast. Even then, there's such a thing as pride.
By that measure, Min Ye-won only looked strong-willed on the surface; underneath, she was a hopelessly naive creature.
After all, the reason she'd ended up entangled with a criminal organization in the first place wasn't some burning cause she couldn't abandon — she'd simply been roped in because she couldn't keep her idiot brain in check. She was a villain, sure, but closer to a case of becoming a villain out of sheer stupidity.
“Hm? Seonho…. c-come on, don't be mad…. I'll make it up to you, everything, okay…?”
“Fine, Ye-won. If you're going to say all that, I suppose I have no choice.”
“Y-you'll forgive me?”
“…I wasn't really angry to begin with. My mood just soured a little, that's all.”
“Oh… oh, thank god….”
“So. Shall we pick up where we left off, Ye-won?”
“……Yes.”
Even as I raised the camera back between her thighs, this time Min Ye-won couldn't bring herself to resist — too busy watching my face for signs of displeasure.
My right hand was already tugging her underwear down, and all she could do was lift her hips slightly, helping the fabric slide off her more easily.
Her white underwear, damp with urine and arousal, slipped slowly down beneath Min Ye-won's legs.
A hotel on a weeknight, with few guests around.
Amid the quiet stillness of the night, Jo Jin-hyun sat in a chair tucked into the corner of his room, listening through the wall.
The hotel room where Lee Seon-ho and Min Ye-won had gone. From the room beside it.
Now that the two had retreated into a private space, direct observation was no longer possible — but that didn't mean he could afford to abandon the pursuit.
He still needed to know what game Lee Seon-ho was playing by taking Min Ye-won on a date. And whether Min Ye-won was truly following his orders to the letter.
“I'll go wash up first. Pick out a movie if there's one you want to watch.”
“O-okay~! Have fun~!”
For roughly an hour, the two had traded idle chatter — who should shower first, what movie to watch, and the like.
Judged on conversation and atmosphere alone, they sounded for all the world like an ordinary couple — and that was precisely what made it so strange.
…If Seon-ho really had noticed my surveillance and brought her here to talk her around, there would be no need to keep up the act inside a hotel room beyond anyone's sight.
…Could his target truly have been Min Ye-won's body all along?
As a fellow man, it wasn't a desire he found incomprehensible.
And yet something didn't sit right with the idea that Lee Seon-ho had voluntarily accepted the approach of a woman who might well be a trap, for something as trivial as that. At the very least, the eyes he'd met in the underground waterway hadn't looked stupid enough to stumble blindly into so crude a snare.
He kept his ear to the wall for the better part of an hour, and at some point the two of them seemed to have finished their baths and drawn close together on the bed, their conversation drifting through. Thinking it was still a little too early to judge, Jo Jin-hyun listened on.
“…You said earlier you liked crime films, remember.”
“N-no, it's not that I d-don't….”
“…You'd really rather watch something other than what I picked….”
“N-no, no~! I-I'll just watch it….”
For some reason, Min Ye-won's voice carried a faint note of panic.
And in contrast, Lee Seon-ho's voice lay low, threading an odd dissonance through the exchange.
Taken at face value, it sounded like nothing more than a couple bickering over movie tastes — but in less than thirty minutes, Jo Jin-hyun understood why the two had passed the time on such pointless conversation.
The muffled moans of a Japanese woman bleeding through the wall made it easy enough to guess the genre of film they'd chosen.
He goes to the trouble of bringing her to a hotel to shake off surveillance, and then he actually puts on a porn flick?
…Could it be he really hasn't noticed? That I sent Min Ye-won to him?
This is the man who once drove me to the edge of death — and now he's been snared by a single woman?
His pride stung at the thought that he had nearly died at the hands of such a creature, but for now he fixed his attention carefully on the conversation leaking through the wall. Perhaps, at some unguarded moment, the boy would let slip a motive he hadn't yet uncovered.
But what followed was nothing more than the talk of a man and woman on the verge of coupling. They did discuss the absurd idea of filming their first time together as a keepsake — and that, ironically, was more than enough to lead Jo Jin-hyun astray.
“I knew I told her to seduce him, but I never dreamed she'd land him this easily.”
The fact that he intended to record it, no less, meant this was something beyond your average piece of trash.
Dragging a woman he'd known for barely any time into a hotel would have been one thing; wanting footage on top of it was already proof enough that the boy was a man enslaved by his own lust.
“I was wrong about him. To think he was a creature this devoted to his instincts….”
Having only witnessed the boy calmly gun down the Three-Eyed Eel and the Black-Haired Spider in the underground waterway, he had rated him a little too highly — but then again, wasn't he a man in his prime?
Come to think of it, it hadn't been a difficult deduction at all. Back at Neverland, hadn't the boy been surrounded by women even then?
That purple-haired one, Cha Eun-ju, had hung off his side the entire time, their physical contact brazenly overt. If you assumed he simply wandered around in that configuration because he was out of his mind over women, everything lined up neatly, front to back.
Jo Jin-hyun smiled to himself. The boy's hunter abilities might well be decent, but he now knew one weakness of his beyond all doubt.
“Judging by the sounds of it, luring him into a dungeon through Min Ye-won shouldn't be difficult at all.”
It would cost the girl something in the process, of course — but a woman whose weakness he already held had no means of defying him at this point.
“Hhgiit, ahh…!”
“So this is your weak spot, Ye-won?”
“Hhn, hyaa?! w-wait….”
And while I'm at it — this Min Ye-won girl has better goods than I expected.
Even granting that it was his own command, I never thought she'd follow it this faithfully.
With proper cultivation, she might yet grow into a loyal subordinate. And depending on how I use her, she could serve as a stand-in pleasure hostess, too.
A woman who knows to offer her body to a total stranger for the sake of a mission — imagine how much more willing she'd be for her superior.
“Ye-won. Thanks to you, I must be the happiest man in the world right now.”
“Hehe, r-really…? Thank you, hnn….”
Hnn. Yes. Enjoy it while you can.
Jo Jin-hyun smiled inwardly at the two voices drifting through from beyond the wall.
In the end, the boy would be cast down into the abyss with the taste of his own woman's betrayal in his mouth — so letting him gorge on this sense of superiority for now was no bad thing.
With the mission complete, he pictured Min Ye-won kneeling before him — his faithful long-term piece, his personal cum receptacle — and quietly stroked his stiffening cock.