My Girlfriend (3)
The woman who betrayed and deceived me. The one who dragged my life to the rock bottom and shoved me into the abyss. The person who trampled on the bond we'd built together and took joy in watching my family crumble. But at the same time, the one I loved so deeply, the one I could never fully let go of—she was hanging there, limp by the neck.
I screamed her name like a banshee. "Lee, Lee Hayoung—!"
This wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted to uncover the truth behind her deception. But she proved her sincerity with her life. I, who had believed that sincerity was a lie, never looked back. And this was the result.
"Damn it!!"
But I couldn't just stand there dazed. I immediately stepped onto the toppled chair, wrapped one arm around her body to lift it and loosen the rope. I quickly untied the cursed cord squeezing her neck. I pulled her head free and laid her on the bed. Just as I grabbed my phone to call 119—
"Guh—hack! Cough... cough..."
Suddenly, a loud gasp came from the bed. I turned to see Lee Hayoung coughing violently, drool spilling from her mouth. I rushed to her side to check her condition.
"....."
Lee Hayoung lay there with half-lidded eyes, steadying her breathing. Despite the shocking sight that made her seem nearly dead, she looked surprisingly fine. Just moments ago, she could barely breathe. Was it all just an illusion?
"...!"
As I examined her closely, I spotted the red marks around her neck and understood. The broad red streak across her throat meant the curtain rope wrapped around it had been looser than it looked. Because it wasn't tightly knotted but loosely spread out, the marks were widespread.
I glanced at the curtain discarded on the floor. As expected, the rolled-up fabric had almost no tension.
"..... Phew."
I let out a sigh of relief. The soft, wide rope around her neck had saved her life. But since her carotid artery had been compressed long enough to cause fainting, I needed to check for any health issues. I watched her intently for abnormalities, then picked up the receiver to dial 119.
But just as I was about to hit call—
Tap.
Lee Hayoung reached out and stopped me. She shook her head weakly and rasped, "I-I'm... fine...."
Her half-closed eyes and ragged breaths made her look anything but fine. Even if the rope was loose, she'd been hanged long enough for her carotid to be pressed. She might seem okay now, but delayed reactions were possible.
"Fine my ass. You need treatment."
I pressed call anyway. But she desperately grabbed my hand again, gasping out, "M-My father... can't... know."
"....."
Savior. The underworld titan who instilled terror through brutal mental torture, breaking people to his will. I ended the call and nodded. Her condition seemed stable enough; I'd monitor her a bit longer. If the Master or Savior found out about our meeting, things could get messy.
"Haa... haa...."
About five minutes of watching her passed. Her breathing stabilized. Compared to what she'd done, the outcome was remarkably good. The rope not being taut was a stroke of luck.
"Phew—do you really die just because someone tells you to?"
I rubbed my dry face, muttering. Lee Hayoung listened quietly, her expression vacant.
"How's your body? Any weird feelings?"
"..... Seems okay."
"Move slowly. Arms, legs, hands, feet, fingers, toes. Everything."
She'd fainted, meaning oxygen deprivation to the brain. Brain damage was a risk. If anything was wrong, I'd drag her to a hospital risks be damned.
Wiggle. Wiggle.
No issues. Limbs, hands, feet, fingers, toes—all moved normally.
"What about your neck? Must hurt."
She tried moving it at my words but winced with a groan.
"... No surprise. Your whole weight was on it."
"... Bearable."
"Bear it? Hold on."
I pulled out my phone and called Lee Heeyeon. Lee Hayoung startled, but I held out a hand to stop her.
"Get a quack doc here. One who can keep his mouth shut."
"... Something happen?"
"Just get him."
"..... Fine. You owe me an explanation later."
I hung up. Quack docs were back-alley surgeons familiar with underworld work. Lee Heeyeon, as my assistant, knew them well.
"Quack doc... means an illegal surgeon?"
Lee Hayoung muttered to the air. I nodded, then blurted a sudden question.
"But seriously, were you really trying to die? For real?"
"....."
Silence. I pressed on.
"Doesn't make sense. I clearly saw you falling for the Savior."
I'd seen it in the video. Her turning into his fanatic. But she stayed silent.
Then, unexpectedly: "..... Honestly, I had ulterior motives."
Ulterior motives. So there was an agenda. Then why try to die hiding it?
I listened as she continued.
"If you'd accepted my offer, I planned to bring you to Father's mansion. Beg him to restore your family first, get your forgiveness, then make you an A-grade Choir member in his castle. We'd be together forever."
... So, ultimately, make me the Savior's slave. Infuriating intent, but it showed her obsession with me. I'd let it slide for now.
"Then why try to die?"
"... Seemed impossible. Didn't know you hated me that much... Thought you'd just go along."
She didn't know I hated her that much. Made sense—her last memory of me was as her pathetic slave, groveling in abuse, head bowed in joy. That humiliating image was her final recollection.
I pushed the shame from my mind and started to explain. "Back then, I—"
Wasn't in my right mind— But I faltered. That excuse was exactly what she'd begged me to believe countless times. And I hadn't. Now here I was, using it myself.
"Haha..."
A ridiculous laugh escaped. She'd pleaded she wasn't sane, to trust her, but I hadn't. I'd overlooked that she could change 180 degrees like I had—from her slave to the Master's disciple.
"....."
She stared, puzzled by my sudden laugh.
"... Just funny. We misunderstood each other."
She thought I'd follow; I thought she'd lie. We'd met under mutual delusion from the start.
... But now, after the roundabout path, the truth emerged. She still had feelings for me.
"Got your side now. No more doubts—I'll trust you. Risking your life like that."
She'd nearly died for me. Sure, driven by guilt over ruining me more than pure love, but who throws away their life on guilt alone? It had to be backed by deep love.
"But I can't join your plan. Becoming the Savior's slave forever? Pass."
"....."
"So, question: If the only way to be with me is betraying the Savior, could you?"
She loved me. But how much? I swallowed hard, awaiting her answer.
Finally: "Tough one. My feelings for Father... not sure if it's love, but repaying him is genuine. For him, I'd give anything—except you."
... Anything except me. The re-brainwashing had taken perfectly.
"Still, answer. More extreme: If you had to kill one of us?"
"..... No. Can't give up either."
"But if you had to."
I pressed harder. She shrank, showing anxiety. Remembering she was fragile, I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Haa. Fine. Answer later."
"Yeah..."
I briefed her on my current situation. She nodded darkly throughout.
"No need for that sour face. I'm satisfied now."
Not empty comfort—truth. I had goals now. Make Lee Sin-a and Jeong Seong-a mine someday, under my feet. And talking to Hayoung today, she didn't seem impossible either. With time and effort, a path might open.
"Lee Hayoung."
I called her name, took her hand, mimicking my old gaze. Her pupils dilated hugely.
"How about meeting like this for a while? Pick dates, just us occasionally."
"..... Forgiving me?"
"Trying. Hated you to death, but didn't really want you dead."
"... Yeah. Let's meet. Keep seeing each other."
I smiled faintly, holding her hand. After a pause, I checked my phone for the quack's ETA and messaged the slaves.
My original plan: Hack her phone for Savior intel. The unexpected twist delayed it, but we'd proceed. To reclaim her, I needed to know exactly what the Savior was.
I pocketed the phone. Three minutes later, the quack, Lee Heeyeon, and Park Ha-rin entered. Goons guarded outside.
"Been well? ♥"
Lee Heeyeon appeared before Hayoung to execute orders. Hayoung's face hardened like a criminal again as they talked. Meanwhile, the quack stabilized her neck, and Park Ha-rin slipped the hack onto her phone.
"Enough. No need to apologize. I'm with Master now, see?"
Lee Heeyeon cut off Hayoung's apology, clinging to my arm. Hayoung looked flustered at her calling me 'Master'; Heeyeon smirked down victoriously.
I cleared my throat to break the tension. "Anyway, time's up. Too long without word, and Master or Savior might suspect. I'll head out first—leave later, carefully."
"... Yeah. When next?"
"Same day next week. Post on our secret account if needed."
"Yeah. Same day next week."
I turned and left the motel, plotting how to win her back.
A room shrouded in thick darkness. Jeong Seong-a lay naked on the bed. Her eyes blindfolded, legs spread wide in an M, ankles taped to wrists—exposing her anus and pussy perfectly for penetration.
"Hooo... hooo..."
She panted in ecstasy, pussy juice dripping. Desperate for Master's cock inside her, she endured this agonizing wait.
"M-Master..."
Jeong Seong-a recalled him—from their first meeting, reliving every moment. When did she fall so hard? At first, he was a repulsive middle-aged creep. Seemed gentlemanly at times, but ultimately just trash lusting after her body.
Yet the more they fucked, the more they talked, the deeper she fell. Now, she couldn't fathom why she'd ever hated him—she loved him utterly.
Suddenly, she remembered her past rudeness and scoffed. 'Stupid bitch.' That old her had rejected him to the end. Cursing him, hating his kind, wishing him dead.
How pathetic she must've looked. Pure black history.
'Master... Master... MasterMasterMaster... Master... ♥'
The girl dreaming childishly of idol stardom. She thanked Master for freeing her from that. He told her to ditch petty dreams, sell her body to an emperor to become empress, kill him and his son to rule as empress. Devour powerful men to top Korea's airwaves.
'I willll... ♥ For Master, I'll crush any man... ♥'
She breathed hotly, vowing to become that ruthless woman.
No longer aiming for stage idol shine, but a cunning calculator who'd spread for any man to seize power.
"Kukuku. Wait long?"
Amid reaffirming her resolve, Master's voice arrived. Her holes twitched in welcome.
"Ch-Cheap, ugly fallen idol Aria's pussy is hereee... ♥ Come in quick."
Aria, main vocal and lead dancer of girl group 'Ain'. Acclaimed next-gen leader for visuals and voice. The idol beloved by fans waited drenched, craving Master's cock. Fan love meant nothing—only the man before her mattered.
"Kukuku. Eleventh meeting? Well-trained now. From that arrogant bitch."
"Unn~ ♥ I was foolish then... ♥ Punish me. Crush my slutty womb with your holy cock... ♥"
"Kukuku. Good girl. Here I go!"
Squelch! The savage cock invaded her pink slit. Her body shuddered, squirting. Feeling him fill her, she screamed her love inwardly.
'Great Master's coooock... Amazing... Love you Master... Love... So much... Love you... Love you Master... Love... ♥'