Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Lee Ha-young (4)
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"My resistance to sex is fading bit by bit. Now that bastard's filthy acts have become familiar, the burning pain down there doesn't hurt anymore. It's easier to bear than the first time."
Once again, the guy was reading Ha-young's diary aloud.
He flashed a sleazy grin, closed the diary with a snap,
lit a cigarette, and spoke.
"Heh heh. You're being honest about half of it now. But putting on airs like that won't do you any good. I told you to write it straight. That's the fastest way for you to get out of this, and it'll help your family too. Imagine how much easier things would be if you got two million won every time you met me?"
Ha-young kept her head bowed, saying nothing.
The guy pulled a check from his wallet and slipped it between her breasts.
"Just a million today. I'll shave four days off your deadline too. Write it properly next time, and I'll give you a big reward. Be honest from now on."
He patted her ass with a couple of light thwacks and led her to the bed.
Then the two of them started having sex.
I didn't miss the way tension gathered in Ha-young's toes or how her hands clenched the bedsheets tight.
She was definitely feeling an orgasm.
"Haa... haa..."
After the sixth video ended like that, I noticed my breathing had grown ragged.
I was definitely getting excited.
Even as my chest filled with rage and fury, my dick stood rock-hard, and my head buzzed with anticipation for what was coming next.
I played the seventh video.
"That monster's insertion wasn't hard. No, to be honest, it felt good. Now I get excited from his thrusting, and I feel orgasms. But I still loathe that guy. I'm only getting natural arousal from his cock and skilled techniques— I still hate him."
The guy cackled as he read Ha-young's diary.
He closed it with another snap and stroked her hair as he opened his mouth.
"See how nice it is to be honest like this? Keep writing it that way. That's how you'll get out sooner."
Maybe because she hated playing right into his hands, Ha-young glared at him and shot back.
"Yeah, hating you and finding you repulsive—that's my honest feeling."
The guy nodded leisurely.
Then he pulled five checks from his wallet and stuffed them into her cleavage.
"Your diary mentioned your family might have to give up on your little brother going to college because of money troubles. This should cover it for a while."
Ha-young grabbed the wad of checks poking from her breasts with her hand.
Her pupils began to tremble.
"The more honest you get, the more I'll reward you. How about we just talk for today?"
Saying that, he called someone and gave some orders.
A moment later, a few guys who looked like his underlings brought in booze and food, set it on the table, and left.
"Champagne. I picked something to suit your taste."
-Glug glug glug.
He poured champagne into Ha-young's glass and continued.
Then he handed her the glass and went on.
"Tell me if you want any snacks with it."
"No thanks. I just need to drink, right?"
Ha-young downed the champagne in one go.
In that instant, her face lit up with surprise.
"Heh heh. Tastes better than you thought, huh? I said it'd suit you."
"..."
Ha-young silently glared at him.
The guy kept chuckling and poured her more.
Before long, the buzzed pair naturally fell into conversation.
"Why do you do this shit? I just don't get it."
"Call it a hobby. Ruining girls like you is my life's joy."
"Pfft, haha. Ruining me? You? Me?"
"Hmm. To put it another way, stripping off your mask. I like people who show their true selves. Even if it's a bit vulgar, it's endearing."
"... Mask. A mask... Yeah, that kinda makes sense..."
The guy and Ha-young talked back and forth for quite a while.
And that day, they didn't have sex.
But I felt even greater unease from that everyday chatter.
If I had to pick a turning point in her fall, it'd probably be this seemingly trivial conversation.
"Haha... that fucking bastard..."
Burning with rage and strange anticipation, I played the eighth video.
This time too, the guy was reading Ha-young's diary aloud.
"Because that guy was busy, we didn't meet for two weeks. Not seeing him for two whole weeks made me so happy, I fully enjoyed my long-lost daily life..."
Suddenly, he stopped reading.
He just silently scanned the diary with his eyes; his mouth stayed shut.
Silence stretched out.
"... No."
Then he started again from "No" and resumed reading the diary.
What came next was shocking.
"No. No. No. Lee Ha-young. Be honest. That's how you get out fast. Just write it straight. I... I... I... I... For two weeks, I masturbated every night. His sex is definitely amazing. Holding back moans is at my limit now. The loathing has faded a lot. I still hate him, but... Ah. I just hate myself like this more. More than him. I don't have the confidence to face my boyfriend."
-Snap.
The guy closed the diary.
And stared at Ha-young's face.
Her face was flushed red.
Her eyes shook anxiously, like ripples on a lake.
Meanwhile, the guy's face was pale as chalk.
No trembling.
A certainty in his expression.
He didn't flash that sly smile of his—just stared at her blankly.
Her eyes began to shake even more with anxiety.
"Ha-up!"
And at some point,
like a thread snapping with a twang, it happened in an instant.
The mood ignited.
The guy devoured her lips passionately, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, accepting it.
The two naturally moved toward the bed, stripping each other's clothes off.
-Rip!
The guy yanked off her stockings and panties like he was tearing them.
A long strand of fluid stretched between her panties and pussy.
The panties, tossed in the corner, were soaked through.
The guy covered her lips again as he dropped his pants and underwear in one go.
His cock sprang up and down elastically, showing off its glory.
"Ha-eung!"
Finally, his cock thrust in.
Devastating piston thrusts followed one after another.
Ha-young wasn't in pain anymore.
Her cries were nothing but moans built to a fever pitch.
Ha-young stopped holding back and started screaming in ecstasy like a madwoman.
"Eung! Heung! Ung! Heung! Ung! Ung!"
Her arms wrapped around his nape.
Her exchanging heated gazes with him.
Her lifting her head to kiss him, slipping her tongue in.
I watched all of her and pulled down my pants.
Watching the guy and Ha-young fuck, I jerked my pathetic cock like crazy.
"Euk! Euk! Heu-euk! Heup!"
The look of climax building on the guy's face.
My pussy throbbed, swollen with the urge to cum too.
As his hips moved faster, my left hand shook without restraint.
"Keurghhh!!"
Finally, the guy creampied deep inside Ha-young.
My pathetic cock spurted cum upward too.
The phone screen switched to a full shot of Ha-young's face, my semen splattering over it.
"Haa... haa..."
And the screen switched again.
This time, it showed Ha-young's pussy.
Her pussy was drenched from their fuck—coolant stains and cum leaking from between her folds.
At the same time, I dropped my gaze downward.
There, cum dribbled pathetically from my worthless dick.
A stark, miserable contrast.
But even feeling this misery, my cock sprang back to life.
Finally, clutching that strange anticipation, I counted the remaining videos.
A whopping 36 video files.
"Ha... hahaha!... hahahahaha!!! Puhahaha!!"
Mad laughter burst out.
My dick swelled with unprecedented excitement.
Like that, tears streaming down my face, I pressed play on the next video.