The Unescapable Snare (1)
Since that day, Kim Il-woo had been sneaking in and out of his childhood friend's house behind Lee Seo-yoon's back.
No need to let her know.
On the surface, it looked like he lacked the face to meet his friend's mother, but he was playing the part of the responsible childhood friend to a tee.
"Go home."
It had been several days since he'd started coming and going from Ara's house freely. Her commands had softened from "get lost" to "go home." Kim Il-woo was feeding her the kinds of stories and advice that his future self's wife suggested would appeal to a wounded childhood friend, and he could feel her wariness and hostility gradually fading.
He kept up the charm offensive like that until he ran into the detective.
This is a problem.
He'd figured they'd cross paths at some point, but the woman who introduced herself as Sergeant Jeong Ji-su was devoted to Ara—yet eyed him with the utmost suspicion on that suspicious day.
They must not have any solid evidence.
He didn't know much about the investigation process, but if she had even a hunch, she'd likely demand cooperation or a DNA sample. Instead, she backed off calmly.
But whether Kim Il-woo visiting Choi Ara during the day had finally gotten back to Lee Seo-yoon or not, that night he got a message from her: Let's talk.
"Wonder how this'll go..."
He'd been steadily building favor with Ara, but his likability with Seo-yoon had hit rock bottom.
What he'd done to Lee Seo-yoon was coercive lust-venting that could've gotten him reported on the spot. He couldn't tell if she'd let it slide out of lingering affection from the past or because of the gaslighting he'd fed her—making her doubt if she bore some responsibility for letting him unleash his desires so shamelessly.
"Maybe Mom's a total pushover?"
Or perhaps she was a closet masochist who secretly liked it rough—he entertained that absurd fantasy as he headed to the meeting spot.
It was already quite late, so the streets were deserted.
Why insist on meeting face-to-face?
If it was some order to stay away, there'd be no need to meet at all. She was so diligent and responsible that maybe she just wanted to give him a stern talking-to in person, but her intentions were hard to read.
As he killed time at the agreed spot, Lee Seo-yoon soon appeared.
Whether she hadn't had time to change after work or had come straight from the office, she was still in her office attire.
"Hello, ma'am."
Whatever her intent, it couldn't hurt to play polite, so he greeted her formally first. Lee Seo-yoon looked uncomfortable but returned the greeting.
"Yes. Sorry for calling you out so late."
With an awkward air about her, she suggested they walk and talk, leading him away from the bustling streets toward a quiet park as she continued.
"You know what you did wrong that day, right?"
"Yes. I'm sorry. Lately, my sex drive's been out of control."
Kim Il-woo phrased it to imply he'd been fine until recently, when his urges suddenly surged. Lee Seo-yoon's discomfort deepened visibly.
It's an unverifiable lie, but it works like a charm.
As expected, she couldn't verify the truth of his words. She'd known him since he was a boy, and he'd often eyed her or Ara with lecherous glances—but that was understandable for a hormonal teen. When they'd met again recently, before the drunken mistake at the motel and right after, he'd seemed like a solid young man, which only confused her more.
"Hoo..."
Either way, since her daughter was starting to respond positively to this childhood friend of hers, Lee Seo-yoon had no real choice. She let out a sigh.
"You've been seeing our Ara even after that day, haven't you?"
"You heard. I'm sorry. As her childhood friend, I couldn't just ignore her situation."
His earnest, upright response only made things feel stickier. It was like sinking into an endless swamp, knowing full well yet stepping deeper anyway. She didn't like how dependent her daughter was becoming on him, but for now, there was no other answer.
"All right... Could you keep helping her until she can live a normal life again?"
Lee Seo-yoon entrusted her daughter to him with a bone-deep ache.
This is going too smoothly.
Kim Il-woo inwardly cheered. He could feel her tragic resignation at having to let the man who'd defiled her into her home for her daughter's sake.
Oh man, this is bad. It's perfect.
The pathetic aura wafting from the married woman walking beside him reignited his dormant lust.
I wish Ara would hurry up and come out of her room.
He was dying to see what face she'd make upon learning her mom had been ravaged by the childhood friend who'd "helped" her so diligently.
Entertaining vile fantasies of how he'd violate this mother-daughter pair, he feigned reluctance with his words as he accepted her request.
"Sure. Don't worry too much, ma'am. I'll take good care of Ara—and you too."
Lee Seo-yoon couldn't ignore the suspicious edge in how he'd tacked on "and you too." She'd been avoiding it until the end, but now she had to admit the possibility.
Just as I thought...
There'd been a reason she'd insisted on meeting in person instead of handling it over messages: to peer into the mask of this man named Kim Il-woo.
Whether he'd twisted after that motel night or had hidden a dark heart since childhood—it didn't matter. She wanted to see what lay beneath now.
And the result, regrettably, was pitch black.
Her mood sank, shifting toward resignation. He could feel it.
So that's why she called me out?
Just as she'd been probing his depths, he'd glimpsed her intentions too. She'd come out here thinking that if something "unfortunate" happened, at least it wouldn't be at her home with her daughter there.
Then shall we start the training nice and slow?
Kim Il-woo stowed his good-boy mask and donned the beast's instead.
The beast's black hand landed on the shoulder of his friend's mother, walking beside him.
She flinched!
As he kneaded her shoulder with a touch thick with lustful intent, she shuddered like she'd been electrocuted.
"Ma'am. You've walked a lot—aren't you tired? Let's rest somewhere."
His flat, emotionless voice—devoid of highs or lows—bound Lee Seo-yoon tight.
It was still clumsy, but the noose she couldn't escape had snared its prey: a woman bearing the name "Mom."
The two headed to the same cheap motel where they'd first tangled bodies.
Lee Seo-yoon had never imagined she'd return here of her own accord; her face drained of color as she froze like a statue at the motel room entrance.
No matter how I think about it, this isn't right.
She'd steeled herself for some sacrifice for her daughter's sake, but now that they were at the motel room door, her reason screamed otherwise.
The moment she tried to turn back and end it, two arms shot out from behind, wrapping around her in an instant.
She flinched!
It was a light embrace she could slip from easily if she wanted. But it felt like iron chains—she couldn't shake it off.
Shaking it off felt like throwing away the one chance to drag her daughter out of that room someday. The fear gripped her.
"Aren't you too tense?"
"..."
Kim Il-woo inhaled the scent of anxiety and fear emanating from the woman in his arms.
She was practically in his grasp now—like a fish on the hook. Push too hard, and she might rebel, so he decided to dangle a carrot for balance.
I can train her gradually over time.
Ara was there too, and he'd take it slow, plotting how to cook up this mother-daughter duo. For today, just seal the formal contract after last time's provisional one.
Of course, the stamp goes in my friend's mom's womb.
As if to say this was the stamp he'd use, he pressed his fully erect cock against her ass.
Lee Seo-yoon barely suppressed a tremble at the hard shaft's feel through her skirt. But she couldn't stop her lips from quivering.
After several lip twitches, she finally spoke in a crawling whisper.
"Sh-should I... wash up... first...?"
"No. Just like that."
Kim Il-woo hid his sordid instincts no longer.
It was a kind of verdict: This is the kind of beast spawn you'll have to take from now on.
Lee Seo-yoon didn't grasp his words at first. Washing before touching skin-to-skin was a given—or so thought this innocent housewife, never imagining anyone shared his tastes.
"Wh-what do you mean...?"
With a trembling, incredulous voice, she twisted her creaking neck back to gaze at the beast that would devour her.
Infinitely serious eyes brimming with base desire. Eyes that crushed others beneath them, thrilled at their shame, relishing the sight of them writhing in filth and degradation. A sordid beast.
That was Kim Il-woo.
"Ah..."
The moment she met his eyes, Lee Seo-yoon knew something was wrong.
She'd dared peek beneath his mask—and mistaken what lurked there.
It was a black something she should never have opened. Black, sticky, clinging muck that coated her body; she froze, unable even to twitch a finger.
"Mmph?!"
She came to her senses mid-kiss with the beast.
A deep, sordid kiss to sate his base cravings.
"Slurp!"
"Hng...?! Mmph...!"
His tongue slithered in like a red serpent, invading her mouth in an instant.
Lee Seo-yoon tried retreating a step to escape the rampaging intruder, but the beast advanced two, dyeing her in his colors.
Her fingers stiffened rigidly, twitching in helpless confusion—mirroring her turmoil.
As the kiss dragged on, Kim Il-woo's hand had already slithered under her black skirt.
She felt the beast's hand creeping in but couldn't swat it away.
The rough texture of her stockings at his fingertips, then the endlessly soft thighs of a married woman beneath.
His fingers glided through the soft valley, brushing the hem of her panties over her most private crevice with a light tap—and her body went rigid.