New Hunting Grounds
"Haaah…"
Dongkyun lay sprawled across the wrecked bed and let out a long breath.
How long had it gone on? After Suhee had sucked him off, she had climbed on top and ridden him into a complete mess. He wasn't being dramatic — for the first time in his life, he genuinely believed a man could be raped by a woman. The way she had licked his oversensitive cock until it stood up again against his will, then mounted him and rolled her hips…
He swallowed.
And yet, even while he was being used like that, it hadn't felt bad. If anything, a staggering ecstasy had taken over his entire body. When that slender waist of hers whipped forward and back, side to side, wringing the semen out of him, he had come so close to blacking out that it was a miracle he hadn't.
"Nngh."
He tensed and forced his upper body upright. He was so exhausted he couldn't even remember how many times she had squeezed him dry. After she'd had her fill and left, he hadn't even managed to see her off properly — he'd just passed out on the ruined sheets.
"Holy shit…"
He'd been half-convinced his cock was going to fall apart. When he woke up this morning it even looked a little swollen.
He gave it a light poke with one finger.
"Agh—"
A flicker of actual pain. In his entire life, he had never had sex until he was sick of it. Hell, even as a teenager he had never jerked off this much.
"Ugh, the smell."
The room was thick with it — semen, the slick juices Suhee had gushed, that damp, filthy musk hanging in the air. The sheets were blotched with wet stains. And in one corner of the room…
"Haaah…"
The panties Suhee had been wearing yesterday, and that grotesque cock-shaped dildo they'd used on the Emergency Staircase, were still sitting there. At the end she had picked up the dildo and said something, but he had been so spent he genuinely couldn't go again and turned her down. Whether she meant they should play even dirtier with it next time, or whether she was leaving it for him as jerk-off material — he had no idea.
Either way, he had never met a woman like this. If she'd been ugly, he could have at least understood it. But she was pretty enough to put most celebrities to shame, with a body to match — and this kind of filth. She looked like someone who had lost her mind over sex.
"Heh… heheheh."
She had wrung him out completely, but Dongkyun wasn't unhappy about it in the slightest. A little frightening, maybe — but when else in his life was he going to get to bite and suck and fuck a woman like that until they were both wrecked?
"Ow, my back. Maybe I should start working out…"
"Haaah. I feel alive again."
Suhee, who had squeezed Dongkyun for everything he had, opened her eyes that same morning. She looked far better off than he did. A faint glow even seemed to sit on her skin, and though her body was sore, it wasn't pain so much as the pleasant ache of muscles after a workout — a familiar, welcome feeling for someone who had always taken care of herself with gym sessions and Pilates.
There was still a slight rawness between her legs, though. It really had been a long time. Just a few rounds and she already felt like this…
Even so, she couldn't keep the smile off her face. It hadn't been a bad lay. Not as sharp or stimulating as the sex she used to have, of course — but if she had to put a name to it…
"Comfort food?"
A man like a home-cooked meal. Nothing jagged about him. The kind you could eat anytime without it ever being too much — easy, familiar, always there. As for the spicy stuff, she could always go find people built for that. Men who lost their minds over her body were a dime a dozen anyway; you could fill a truck with them and still have leftovers.
After making him come over and over, she had more or less figured him out. He would be convenient to keep around and devour at her leisure. She had left him a gift, too — the dildo from the Emergency Staircase and the panties she'd been wearing. Imagining how he would react was already entertaining.
"Mm-hmm, in that case…"
Whether it was the sex loosening her up after so long or just the afterglow, Suhee's mood was so good a little hum slipped out of her on its own.
"Alright then…"
Time to start moving toward the next goal. Before she joined the company and real working life began in earnest, there were still plenty of things she wanted to enjoy. A driver's license was one of them. More men was another.
She ran through the list in her head. She needed to pick up the car, so the license came first. She also needed a new place to work out near the apartment. Gym over Pilates, she decided — because of the trainers, obviously. And then another image flickered quickly through her mind.
"The cafe owner?"
That man who had looked so aloof. For some reason, Suhee wanted him. She wanted to know just how far that indifferent face would twist with lust — how that disinterested act would crack and change as he hungrily, obscenely consumed her body. It was almost the first time someone had pulled her attention like this.
Just thinking about it made her body start to heat up again. Wanting to watch someone break, wanting to watch someone change — that was nearly a first, too.
After a shower, Suhee left the apartment and headed first for a gym. This neighborhood was far more built-up than the college town she used to live in, and there were plenty of large fitness centers to choose from.
"Welcome."
"Mind if I look around?"
"Oh — of course."
The moment she stepped inside, a front-desk staffer hurried over to attach themselves to her. She had come dressed deliberately in skin-tight leggings, and trainers and staff alike ran their eyes up and down her from behind.
"So our gym has…"
She followed the employee around as they explained the machines and the rest of the facilities, all the while cutting careful sidelong glances at everything that mattered. She had already visited a few places, and the facilities in this neighborhood were clearly a cut above. Not that any of that was particularly important. What mattered was the people.
One of the kinds of sex Suhee liked best was being handled roughly by a man. Being pinned down so thoroughly she couldn't move, then wrecked without mercy — nothing else quite hit that same electric thrill.
"I'll sign up."
"Oh — in that case, right this way…"
The place she chose was simply the one that had stared at her the hardest. It was close to home, and she had avoided anywhere too big. The stickiest, filthiest gazes, aimed at her without even trying to hide it. This was the one.
"If you register for a year or more, it's even cheaper."
"Right, okay."
"And as for personal training…"
"Ah — I'll try coming for a bit first and think about it."
"Of course. Understood."
She didn't really need PT. The gazes burning into her back right now already belonged to the male trainers. The wall reflections were faint, but she could still make out the way they were whispering among themselves. Judging by how busily their eyes kept traveling up and down her body, the second she showed up to work out, whoever had time to spare would come attach themselves all on their own.
"Take care."
"You too. Thanks for your help."
She set her tightly wrapped, legging-clad legs to work and headed next, without a second thought, for the cafe right in front of her building. The tote bag she had brought held a driver's-license study book. For the time being, her plan was to kill leftover hours here studying — pick up the license, and while she was at it, work on seducing the owner.
The bell over the door chimed.
"Welcome."
The same cold eyes as always. The same voice with not a shred of personal interest in it, greeting her as she came in. She collected her coffee, found an empty seat, and leisurely pulled out the workbook.
"One more iced americano, please."
"Of course. I'll bring it over when it's ready."
Sitting there all day made her self-conscious, so she kept finding herself ordering more coffee. On the other hand, it gave her an excuse to talk to him, which was a relief. This man seemed so thoroughly uninterested in women that he clearly had no intention of speaking to her first.
Still, she didn't rush. There were far too many eyes in the cafe as it was, and if something went wrong in a situation like this, just imagining the fallout was enough to make her skin crawl. She had plenty of time, and she was confident in herself. She decided she would simply keep trying, slowly, changing the conditions a little at a time.
Hmm.
"Excuse me — we close at nine-thirty."
"Oh, is that right?"
In the end she held her seat all the way to closing, but nothing in particular happened. She lifted her head and looked around. All those women who had packed the place earlier were already gone.
So it's empty at this hour.
Useful information. She nodded to herself as she stood. She had always hated how crowded it was — but in an atmosphere like this, she had a feeling she would succeed eventually. Home was right next door anyway, so it cost her nothing.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Have a good night."
A rough plan had already taken shape in Suhee's head.
The gym was the same story. The day she registered, she had gone in a body-hugging outfit that put every line on display. From the next day on, she simply wore the workout clothes the gym provided.
"Ah, what the hell…"
"Tsk…"
The staff and trainers who had been waiting for her to show up were thoroughly disappointed. It wasn't just that they couldn't look at her body. A female member that attractive, working out in clothes that clung, was an enormous draw for male membership. Even having a woman with a decent figure doing her routine in tight clothes at a particular hour was enough to change the number of men who walked through the door.
That was why they sometimes staffed certain time slots with part-timers on purpose, or separately provided workout clothes to other female members and asked them to wear them. The employees who had been counting on Suhee for that — and for the eye candy — couldn't help but be badly let down.
Of course, Suhee knew all of this. There had been a time when she had practically gone to the gym for free. Just work out in leggings, they had told her, and we'll be grateful.
"Hmm…"
And then, in the middle of all that, one of the trainers started making his way toward her.