Outdoor Play (3)
“…Hnngh…!! …Ngh…!!”
Gripping the bench with both hands, legs spread and planted on the ground, Min Ye-won moaned as Lee Seon-ho drove into her again and again.
And in a patch of bushes at a quiet corner of the park, one person had been watching the two of them from the very beginning.
Cho Jin-hyun, who had been tailing them ever since they emerged from their meal, crouched low beneath the park bench and murmured quietly as he watched Seon-ho coupling in plain sight.
“…What a lunatic.”
He had already suspected the guy was insane the moment he learned he was sleeping with a Saint Candidate — but he hadn't expected a brat so utterly divorced from reality.
A damn fool who walked himself into a deserted park like this just to get his rocks off.
Every fiber of his being wanted to jump out right now and kill the little bastard. If he didn't make too much of a scene, it would be more than possible to take him down and slip away.
But that was only true of a version of himself who still had the power to pull it off. He had no confidence yet — none — to act so boldly.
Confidence that he could beat this Lee Seon-ho in a one-on-one… no, a two-on-one if Min Ye-won was factored in.
'This is the guy who calmly killed two mid-tier monsters even in the underground waterway. Dungeon or not, a man like that has more than enough nerve.'
That was Cho Jin-hyun's nature — he never made a move unless he was certain of the outcome.
And now, having lost even his direct subordinates and every one of his artifacts, he had practically no capacity for action left at all.
Bang Hwa-cheol, who'd draw up concrete plans and craft workable operations once a strategy took shape. Jeong Byeok-hyeon, who'd rally the organization's manpower and carry out flawless field commands once a plan was set. Kang Kal-jin, who'd charge in without hesitation and offer him bold advice whenever he wavered before an operation. All of them were gone now.
…Because even the last keepsake left behind by Suhyeon, his beloved who had died — every last piece of it had been destroyed or stolen by that man.
'…Right. For their sake too, I can't let it end so easily.'
He didn't care about anyone else, but that man alone — he would kill him inside the dungeon he was preparing, in the most agonizing way he could devise.
Until then, all he could do was wait for the right moment. Not because he was putting things off and running away.
Having consoled himself with those thoughts, the next thing Cho Jin-hyun did was—
“……Hah! ……Haah, hnn…….”
-Ssslurp.
“Whew… fuck. Getting a look at this is disgustingly arousing.”
Watching the two of them from a distance where the moans barely reached his ears, he fondled himself with his left hand.
Roughly ten minutes of burying himself inside Min Ye-won, her lower half bared to the winter air.
-Slap, slap, slop!!
“Haahhh!! Hnngh, hnnghhhh…!!”
Every time he watched her moaning on the bench, spilling one obscene sound after another, his desire to ravage her swelled all over again.
Sex with nothing but his cock bared on a freezing winter day — there was nothing quite as intoxicating.
Her body, conditioned by his orders in a park where even the snow was falling. The domineering dynamic that left her able to do nothing but moan and accept him, will be damned. It was one of his favorite delicacies.
“Hnngh, ngh, nghhhh…!!”
-Schluup, schlorrrp….
And by now, she had been forced over the edge twice with his cock buried in her.
A fresh wave of warm liquid soaked the bench once more, and with it the lewd scent bloomed up from her lower body all over again.
“Came again? Guess Yewon's feeling good too.”
“…No, hey. Th-that wasn't—”
“Really? Then I'll show you the footage later. You can watch it and decide for yourself whether you came or not.”
“………Don't… need it….”
Says she doesn't need it, so of course I'll have to send it. It's too big to send in full over CocoaTalk, so I'll just clip the best parts.
She's worked so hard as my spank bank material all this time — the least I can do is return the favor. Yewon needs a video or two to use for herself, after all.
As he thought this, sliding his cock back and forth between the cold outside air and her warm cunt, his eyes fell on the pink pucker winking at him right in front of his face.
-Shloop!
“Ahyaaaack?!”
His thumb plunged into her other hole without warning, and Min Ye-won jerked her head up with a panicked cry.
That twitching little thing seemed to be begging to be filled, and he couldn't hold back — he drove his finger deeper and deeper into her rear.
“W-wait a sec…. N-not there, don't touch—”
-Shlup, shlup!
“Nnghyaah, nghaaaack?!”
It was clean inside — apparently she'd given herself a thorough wash before coming out, which was a surprise.
Come to think of it, after what happened at the hotel last time, she'd probably washed up just in case. If she hadn't, she'd only be handing him an even more humiliating weakness to exploit.
He had no particular taste for that end of things himself, so her coming prepared like this was a pleasant bonus. The moans she spilled as her backside was stirred up and she squirmed in shame were delicious in their own right.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch!!
“Haaah, nghhh…!! H-how much longer….”
-Shlup, shlooop!!
“Nngh, nnnghhhhh…!!”
His cock in front, his thumb buried to the knuckle in her rear — he debauched her from both ends for several minutes more.
Finally, his release swelling to the brink, he shoved his hips hard against Min Ye-won's cunt and pumped his first load straight into her body.
“Hnngh?! Nnghhhhhh…!!”
There was no need to announce it with words; a good hard thrust told her everything.
With him buried this deep, she could probably feel it well enough on her own that he was coming inside her.
He pushed himself as far into her as he could go, then spilled five or six pulses of release deep inside her, his cock still buried to the hilt.
“Haaah, hnn, hnngh, haa, haaah….”
“Our bodies fit as well as ever. Come on, Yewon — you enjoyed it too, didn't you? Be honest.”
“Hnn, hnngh…. N-no, I didn't…. I n-never—”
-Schlorrrrp….
“Hnngh, hyaaah….”
Unbelievable. Struggling to answer, and she goes and substitutes an answer with incontinence instead.
Min Ye-won lay slumped over the bench, drawing huge gulping breaths as her body heaved.
There was a trace of exhaustion in her breathing, but it was still a little too early to let her go.
“Hnngh, haa, haaah….”
I really, really hate this.
Sex like this — coerced, blackmailed — with a bastard like him.
I really, really hate it.
-Schlorrrrp….
“Hnngh, hyaaah….”
If it had at least been in a hotel room, it wouldn't have felt this miserable.
But bare-assed outside on a winter day with snow coming down, pissing myself on top of it all — I never wanted to do anything like that. Not once.
And it's all because of that bastard Lee Seon-ho…. All of it, all of it….
'…I did feel good, though. Honestly.'
Yeah, I know. I know that Lee Seon-ho is… honestly, pretty good at sex.
It's not like I have any experience with anyone other than him, but it still feels better than doing it myself. They say some guys just get off and finish without caring whether the girl comes or not, too.
But that doesn't mean I wanted it to be like this. Especially not outside in the cold like this. Never.
My heart's pounding so hard I feel like I'm going insane. What if someone just pops out of nowhere right now?
I'm already terrified that someone could appear at any moment, any place — and this bastard has the nerve to complain about me asking him to put on a condom.
He just has to zip up his pants and he's done, so I guess it doesn't matter to him. …And me? He won't even let me get dressed properly. Piece of shit.
'Seriously, someday I'm going to make him pay.'
Once I take down Cho Jin-hyun, I'll get my revenge one way or another. No matter what.
…I have no idea how, exactly, but still. Someday. Definitely.
'F-first, I should hurry and get my clothes back on….'
“Yewon?”
“…Wh-what?! What now, what!!”
It seemed like we were finally done, so I'd just reached a tentative hand toward the clothes I'd managed to straighten out when he wasn't looking — and then that frightening voice came from right behind me.
I blurted it out before I could stop myself, like I'd done something wrong. Even though I hadn't done anything wrong at all.
'W-wait, come to think of it, didn't he tell me earlier not to make loud noises?'
What do I do? Is he going to use that as an excuse to make me do something else weird, like last time?
Anything but that. Telling a trash bastard like him that I love him — just imagining it makes me want to puke.
Scared that I might suddenly lose my emotions again, I squeezed my eyes shut and carefully turned my head toward him — and thankfully, he didn't really look angry.
…He was even holding a small cup, one that gave off a faint warmth.
“Here, drink this.”
“…Wh-what is it?”
“Hot coffee. You've had your ass out in the cold this whole time, so you must be freezing. It came in a thermos, so it's still hot — take your time.”
“………”
What's with him? Why is he acting like this?
Until a few minutes ago he was ordering me around — take off your pants, put a condom on me — acting all high and mighty, and now suddenly he's playing nice?
Something's wrong. I don't get it. What's gotten into him all of a sudden?
“Come on, Yewon. Drink up.”
“…O-okay.”
Well, I'll drink it quietly for now. He's still got a buff or two left to use on me, after all.
I can't afford to piss him off over something petty and get my emotions hijacked again like before.
I'd rather be violated in my right mind than go through that — realizing what happened only after it's over, drowning in regret. I never want to experience that twice.
'…And honestly, I am a little cold.'
Thanks to this bastard stripping my pants and underwear off me in the dead of winter, my bottom half is freezing.
Of course the coffee had to come from him too, which annoys me, but I don't have a choice.
I'm only drinking it because I can't hold out otherwise — it's too cold. And it smells sweet, sweeter than plain coffee should.
-Ssssip.
“………”
…It's not just the smell. It really is sweet.
He said hot coffee, so I figured it'd be an americano — but this is a caramel macchiato, isn't it.
Did I ever tell him I like caramel macchiatos?
'I don't think I ever did. I did order one in front of him at a café that time, but….'
…It's just a coincidence, right?
That was over a month ago. There's no way he'd remember something like that — something that meant nothing at the time.
No — even if he did remember, it wouldn't mean anything. Whether Lee Seon-ho remembers it or not, so what? What difference does it make now?
If it weren't for him in the first place, I'd never be out here in winter with my ass hanging out, worried sick about who might see me.
Look at how much that bastard Lee Seon-ho has put me through in a single day. A few sips of cheap convenience-store coffee isn't going to melt my heart or anything….
-Sip, sip.
“………”
…Still. It's sweet, and it's… good, though.