The Missing Corpse
There was no corpse.
On the other side of the bed, the woman wore an expression of deep satisfaction. But it still wasn’t enough. She slowly raised her body, the dim light from the bustling street beyond the motel window casting faint shadows across her skin. The man gazed at her, his smile still thick with lingering arousal; tonight she looked especially bewitching. Her eyes remained hazy, glazed with lust that refused to fade. Within that dreamy gaze, an insatiable hunger burned like embers.
She leaned over him and pressed a brief kiss to his lips, then slid downward. Her crimson mouth passed his lips, trailed across his chest, over his sternum, and down to his navel. The man’s face grew heavy with anticipation. Even though he had just finished, his cock twitched and throbbed. He, too, was far from sated.
Her lips moved lower. The man closed his eyes and savored the sensation of what she was about to do. Those red lips reached the tip of his spent cock, still slick with semen. The sticky fluid connected them, stretching between her mouth and his skin. She didn’t care. She kissed the length of him again and again, slow and deliberate, then extended her tongue to lap up every trace of his cum and her own juices. She swallowed with an audible gulp.
Ah! Her actions made his cock react once more. It shivered, blood rushing back, hardening again. The more it did, the more insistently her caresses grew—wet, sticky, relentless. The man kept his eyes closed, sinking deeper into her skilled touch, drowning in sharp, electric ecstasy.
“Haa… haa…” Hot breath burst from his lips. His cock pulsed with pleasure again and again. Thanks to her devoted attention, it finally swelled back to full erection. The woman smiled, satisfied, then climbed atop him once more. She grasped his rigid length and guided it toward her swollen, aching folds that still hungered for more.
A natural smile spread across the man’s mouth. He couldn’t hide his eager expression.
“Hngh…” Once again, his cock was swallowed by her heat. Her insides were still scorching, drenched, overflowing with thick fluids. It felt like a black hole, sucking him in. He couldn’t stop. He slid helplessly deeper.
“Ha!” They both gasped at the same moment, bodies shuddering together. Her heavy breasts swayed like they were dancing. The man smiled in satisfaction and reached up, seizing them roughly. The wonderful elasticity and weight against his palms made him even more aroused.
She began to move her hips. Squelch… squelch… Obscene wet sounds rose from where their bodies joined. She moved like a dancer, her waist rolling with practiced skill, squeezing his cock tighter, rubbing it against every sticky ridge inside her. Their mixed fluids overflowed, soaking the sheets again with heat.
The man was utterly satisfied. There were no words for it.
“You’re… unusually aggressive today,” he panted.
It made sense. It had been a long time since they’d been this intense. Maybe only in the early days of their relationship. But that first spark had lasted a year, then two, and now they were in their third. The flames that once burned so fiercely had begun to dim. Perhaps they had simply grown too familiar. The excitement had cooled. Their meetings had grown less frequent, and so had the sex. There were even stretches of a month or two where they only exchanged brief messages.
Even tonight was the first time they’d seen each other in a month. Like a long-term couple grown distant, she seemed completely transformed. She treated him like a different man, and the sex felt different too. It was as if he were sleeping with a stranger. The stimulation was new, something he had never felt from her before. Had she always been this aggressive? Tonight she was especially so. Could she really fuck like this?
Yes. If they could keep doing this, maybe the old thrill would return. They might rekindle the fire that had grown cold. Perhaps they would fall for each other even harder than at the beginning.
The woman smiled seductively. Even that smile was bewitching. She rocked her hips harder, more intensely.
“Haa… haa…” The man’s breathing grew ragged again. The pleasure crashing over him made it hard to breathe. He bit his lower lip and instinctively squeezed her breasts harder. Their movements grew even more frantic. Her slick inner walls clenched his cock like a vice.
It was coming again. He was already approaching the edge. She must have planned this from the start.
“Ah… ahhh… more… haa… haa… more…” he whispered urgently, breathing hot and fast as he urged her on. The more he did, the more sinuously her hips moved.
It was the limit. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Hngh…!” His hips bucked violently. He gasped, ready to flood her insides with another thick load of cum.
That was when her eyes flashed with something utterly terrifying. As if she had been waiting for this exact moment, her mouth stretched open with a wet sound. Her teeth had transformed into something sharp and bestial.
And then, without hesitation, she sank them into his throat.
“Aaaagh!!” The man screamed.
Her razor-sharp teeth drove deeper. Hot blood sprayed out like a fountain. He flailed, trying to push her away, but his strength was already fading. “Kkgh… hack, hack!” What came out now wasn’t a scream but the wet sound of breath failing. Thick blood filled his mouth.
The bed became drenched in red. The room, once filled with the musky scent of semen and heated passion, now reeked of blood and growing cold.
His resistance gradually weakened. The hands that had been struggling lost their power. His wide-open eyes slowly lost focus, pupils dilating as his gaze turned hazy.
“Haa…” The woman slowly lifted herself. A long, hot breath escaped her lips. Sticky blood smeared her mouth and chin. Her expression was even more ecstatic than before. She trembled with a pleasure far sharper than any orgasm sex could provide.
She extended her tongue and licked the remaining blood from her lips, swallowing it greedily. Below her, the man no longer moved. A single tear gathered in his wide, staring eye and fell.
Loud sirens wailed as police cordoned off the area. The motel sat right in the middle of a busy entertainment district on a Friday evening, when crowds were at their thickest. Controlling the onlookers was no easy task. With so many people already gathered and a sudden incident occurring, the number of spectators had only grown. The officers wore troubled expressions but did their best to keep everyone back and prevent any entry to the scene. Reporters had already arrived somehow and were pestering the police.
When Detective Oh Su-hyeok and the rest of Investigation Team 1 finally reached the scene, even getting close was difficult. With help from the on-site officers, they managed to push through and enter the motel, climbing to the second floor.
The door stood open. From the hallway, the stench of blood was overwhelming. The detectives all wrinkled their noses in disgust. They covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs and strode into the crime scene.
The interior was horrific. That was the only word that came to mind. Especially the blood. There was so much of it. The moment they opened the door, the bed was soaked in it. The vivid red had not even begun to coagulate, meaning the bloodshed had happened very recently. The detectives examined the blood-drenched bed, then checked the bathroom attached to the room. Bloodstains were there too, and the scent of shampoo lingered. It seemed the perpetrator had calmly showered after the crime to wash off the blood.
But something was wrong.
“There are clear signs of a crime, but… there’s no body,” Oh Su-hyeok muttered, staring blankly at the bed.
His fellow detectives looked equally puzzled. None of them could make sense of the current situation.
Oh Su-hyeok then noticed the motel owner speaking with other officers. She appeared to be in her fifties. She had apparently been the first to discover the scene and report it.
“At first I thought someone had just spilled paint. I’ve never seen this much blood before, so I honestly couldn’t believe it. But the smell… it wasn’t like normal paint at all…” The owner glanced back into the room and shuddered violently.
At that moment, Kim Hyeong-taek, captain of Investigation Team 1, approached her and asked if there were any security cameras. Fortunately, the owner said there were. None inside the rooms, but there was one in the hallway. That might allow them to identify who had used this room.
The detectives headed down to the motel lobby to review the footage.