Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Lee Ha-young (3)
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One year ago.
The thumbnail of the video showed Ha-young's tear-streaked face.
I'd never seen her cry so heartbreakingly.
What on earth had happened?
I clicked play on the video.
-Click.
"Phew... You've raised quite the daughter."
The man appeared the moment the video started playing.
The bastard who'd corrupted Ha-young.
He blew a puff of cigarette smoke right into her face.
Ha-young coughed, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Cough... Cough..."
"You can still back out now. Think it over carefully. Once I say I'm in, I go all the way."
The man's relaxed attitude.
Ha-young glared at him and shot back.
"And if I quit? You'll just come to the shop, cause a scene, and make sure we can't do business until the debt's paid!"
"Heh heh. Exactly. So when you borrow money, you pay it back, right? I even gave you plenty of time. Blame your incompetent dad for that."
"Don't talk about my dad like that! Do you know how hard he tried?!"
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. Still, he managed to raise such a fine daughter, didn't he? Right?"
The way his eyes devoured Ha-young.
He licked his lips and stroked her hair.
"Feels like I've found a raw diamond. Heh heh heh heh. Lately, all the girls I've been training are so boring, life's been a drag."
Ha-young shot him a look of utter contempt.
But even that gaze only fueled his sense of conquest.
He flicked out his serpent-like tongue and lifted her chin.
"Though I'll need to remodel you to my tastes. You're top-quality, but..."
His eyes on Ha-young's chest.
"Your tits need to be bigger."
His gaze sliding down to her hips.
"Gonna need a hip-up too. An ass needs that cheap, slutty vibe."
Then back to her face.
"And we'll fix that stuck-up attitude of yours. Girls like you piss me off. Life's meant to be enjoyed, you know? Enjoy-enjoy."
His mannerisms, his speech.
Everything about him was the exact type Ha-young despised most.
-Swish.
He lowered himself to meet her eyes.
Overpowered by his presence, Ha-young looked down.
"Think it over again. Your whole life could go up in flames. Last warning."
But Ha-young flashed a bitter smile despite his threat.
She lifted her head and glared at him defiantly.
Then spoke in a clear, bold voice.
"Go ahead and try to make it happen your way. You think I'm crazy enough to become your type of woman? Just keep your promise. You said if I meet your demands for one year, you'll clear the debt. Make sure you stick to that."
Her spirited words.
But his creepy grin, splitting ear to ear, filled her face with terror.
"Yes, ma'am. Deal sealed."
The moment he finished speaking, he crushed his lips against hers.
Startled by the sudden kiss, Ha-young pounded on his chest, but he wrapped around her body like an anaconda.
"Mmph! Hng! Hng!"
One arm hugging her tight, the other holding her face in place, his long tongue invaded her lips.
Soon, Ha-young's body collapsed onto the bed.
"Mph! Ngh!"
He stripped off his clothes as easily as shedding skin.
When he pulled down his underwear, his monstrous cock sprang out, thrusting upward with elastic force.
"...!"
Ha-young's shocked expression.
His thing was huge, brutal, like a tree root.
Noticing her stare, he flicked it up and down toward her.
"This... this... First time seeing one? Your reaction's adorable."
Ha-young turned her head away.
He chuckled at her, then started undressing her.
"W-Wait-!"
Ignoring her protests, he tore her clothes off roughly.
In an instant, Ha-young was naked.
Her raw, unfiltered body—something even I had never seen.
She hurriedly covered her private parts with her hands.
But that only seemed to excite him more; his monster stiffened even harder.
"Ah... Fucking hot. This resistance is gonna be delicious."
"Hng-!"
What followed was little short of rape.
He ravaged her entire body savagely, ignoring her cries of pain, pounding his monster into her like a madman.
"Hnggh... Hng... Ngh!"
She even shed tears.
But he grinned with grotesque ecstasy, licking even her tears.
The bastard wasn't right in the head.
"Hweeeong... Hngghh..."
One year ago, Ha-young—only 22 at the time—was defiled like that.
A woman's worth, human dignity, her very self-esteem.
That day, she lost it all.
All that remained was the image of her sobbing so pitifully, proof of her loss.
"You fucking... bastard..."
The first video ended like that.
Her pain felt so real to me, like my heart would explode.
"You... son... of... a... bitch..."
Rage boiled up inside me.
But that fury was suddenly extinguished by a fleeting thought.
What thought could pierce through such overwhelming anger?
It was curiosity.
'Ha-young was definitely like that back then... how did she end up like this...?'
Ha-young as I'd seen in the first video.
And Ha-young as she'd shown in recent KakaoTalk messages.
The gap between them was as vast as angel and demon.
So, what process had dragged the angel-like Ha-young into the abyss of depravity?
That mysterious blank space sparked my basest imaginings, swelling the thing in my groin.
Fuck...
-Click.
In the end, I played the second video.
It started with the bastard's repulsive voice again.
"Three days later, huh. Figured things out?"
"I'm doing it. No turning back now."
"Good, good. Been keeping a diary?"
"...Here."
Ha-young handed over a notebook.
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, then accepted it.
-Flip.
-Flip.
-Flip.
He read through Ha-young's diary.
With each page, a thicker smile spread across his face.
"Good. Nice and honest. I'm really hated here. Disgusting. Repulsive. Shameful. Want to kill him. Just die already."
-Thud.
He closed the diary and looked at Ha-young.
She glared back at him.
"Let's see how long those feelings last."
With that, he pounced on her again.
Sex almost identical to the first video. No—acts closer to rape.
The only difference was that Ha-young didn't cry.
She just clenched her lips, waiting for the pain to end.
"See you next time."
The second video ended.
At the same time, I tilted my head in confusion.
At this rate, there's no way Ha-young would turn out like she is now. What gives?
In the end, I played the third video.
But it was much like the second.
I played the fourth.
Yet it was similar to the third.
The fifth one.
And here, I found the change.
In the part where he read her diary aloud.
"Once again, that monster raped me. Tore my clothes, forced a kiss, shoved that massive thing into me. I wanted to die from the shame. This time is so hard— Haa. Hey."
Suddenly, he stopped reading and slammed the diary shut.
Ha-young's shoulders twitched; she eyed him warily.
"I told you to write your honest feelings. Your real, honest feelings."
"Wh-What?! I did write honestly! That your rape disgusted me! That I hate you!"
"Really? Fine, new condition. Every time you write a truly honest diary entry, I'll shorten your service by a week. Plus, two million won pocket money."
Ha-young's pupils dilated at his offer.
But she quickly turned away, her voice shrinking.
"I... I did write honestly."
"Heh heh. Suit yourself. Let's get started then. I'll make it feel extra good today."
Their sex began.
No longer quite rape, but one-sided all the same.
Ha-young didn't cry anymore, didn't scream in pain.
She just grimaced desperately holding something back, groaning softly.
"..."
After the fifth video ended, I felt my pants damp and clinging.
My cock throbbed rock-hard.
I stripped off my pants and hit play on the sixth.