A Full Stomach
The third member, however, had spread Ji Hye-in's legs wide. From between them, the semen he himself had just spent was leaking out of her — and he was gathering it in his palm. Scraping with his fingers, collecting what had spilled, he was feeding it into her mouth.
Hye-in found it a little awkward at first. But soon enough, she began taking the pooled semen from his palm into her mouth. And then she swallowed it down.
At half past seven in the evening, Ji Hye-in was on a video call with her husband, Yoo Kang-soo.
"You worked hard today..."
"Yeah... yeah. Is Pil-jun doing okay?"
"Yes... even though it's summer vacation, it looks like his cram school doesn't take a break. He still goes every day. But during vacation they wrap up around seven instead of running late. He got home a little while ago — he's eating right now."
Hye-in turned the phone toward the dining table, showing their son Pil-jun eating dinner while staring at his phone.
"Pil-jun... Daddy's on the phone. Wave to him..."
Hye-in said it with a smile. Pil-jun, his expression cool and indifferent, gave a single wave of his hand.
Just yesterday, Yoo Kang-soo had been on the receiving end of that gang assault. He hadn't actually been hit, of course — but he was hardly in a good mood. Still, doing these daily video calls with his wife like this... it simply put his heart at ease.
When Hye-in carried the phone into the master bedroom, Kang-soo asked again.
"Looks like you haven't been doing those after-work dinners at all lately... I don't think you've come home late once in the past month."
"Yes... it just kind of fizzled out... You didn't seem to like me going there. So I decided not to do the drinking gatherings anymore. If I get a craving for a drink... I'll have one with you when you come back up..."
Kang-soo casually tossed out another question.
"Are you still in contact with that guy? Director Ko Dong-seok?"
"No... not at all. He doesn't even come to the acquaintances' gatherings anymore. After what happened with you back then... I think he took a pretty serious mental hit, and he's been avoiding people. I don't really know much about how he's doing these days either..."
"I see... Are you still wearing short skirts to work?"
"Yes... I told you, that doesn't mean anything else..."
As she was speaking, Hye-in let out a small, involuntary belch.
"What... did you eat a lot?"
"No... I'm not that hungry yet for dinner, so I'll eat a little later... I'm not hungry yet..."
"Why aren't you hungry? It's dinnertime..."
"I think it's because I was snacking on this and that at the office during the day..."
Hye-in answered with a smile.
"If you're going to come up... should I take some time off next week or so and come down again?"
"You want to? Can you take more leave?"
"Yes... I just need the chairman's permission... It's not confirmed yet, but if I can get the time off... I'll set a date and let you know..."
"Alright... let's do that. Get some rest."
"Yes... you get some rest too..."
Hye-in ended the evening video call she had with her husband almost every day.
Honestly, she still felt full. It wasn't because she'd eaten snacks during the day. Today alone, she had taken six ejaculations from three different men — and swallowed every last one. The third man had come inside her, then scooped what leaked back out into his palm and all but force-fed it to her. Swallowing semen six times like that... whether it was psychological or not, the truth was she actually felt full.
The pharmacist Ma Kyeong-il was in turmoil. He was now beginning to suspect even his own wife.
He and his wife had been sexless for years now — he couldn't even remember how long. And yet she had never once complained. That was far too strange.
He couldn't focus on work during the day. The suspicions kept creeping in, and it was starting to develop into something like a jealous paranoia.
Even a woman like Ji Hye-in, the cafe's public sub — if you just looked at her, she seemed like a chaste, modest married woman. But in reality, behind her husband's back, she was serving as a cum dump for the cafe members. In a way, she was voluntarily living a life worse than a prostitute's.
Seeing that, Ma Kyeong-il found himself thinking that perhaps there was no woman in the world without secrets.
He wanted to check properly, just once. He wanted to objectively prove that his wife was not the subject of these paranoid suspicions he was entertaining — that he was making enormous, unfounded assumptions. Of course he wanted to believe her. But living the cafe life had shown him a new world, and that new world had given him something resembling a jealous disorder.
Ma Kyeong-il searched the internet and found several private investigation agencies. Then he commissioned one of them to determine whether his wife had a separate private life or not.
After all, he lived a hamster-wheel existence — going to work in the morning, checking on both of the pharmacies he operated, and coming home in the evening. He wanted official confirmation. That even though he and his wife had lived sexless for so many years, she was a clean woman with no secret life of her own. He desperately wanted that confirmed. If he just had that solid evidence, he felt he could escape this jealous paranoia.
Yoo Kang-soo had roughly scanned through the contacts on the thug leader's phone, but no one jumped out at him. He hadn't examined each entry meticulously, but from a cursory look, there was no trail pointing to who was behind it.
If he had time, he could go through them slowly and thoroughly — but he had no such luxury. The backlog of work was mountainous, and he had to get a certain amount of it done before he could go back home.
Thinking that sometimes the best thing was to leave well enough alone, Kang-soo put off tracking down the mastermind and decided to focus on his actual job for now.
"I'm sorry. I have no excuse. They weren't badly hurt, but the ones who attacked first each took a hit or two. They said they couldn't land a single blow on him. The boys said they'd never seen anyone like that — they were shaking their heads in disbelief. Apparently he carries a telescopic baton in his bag. Even with knives drawn, they said he didn't look scared at all. I'm truly sorry."
Broker Jang Ki-tae, the agency manager, was bowing his head as he explained to Executive Director Park Young-ho.
Park Young-ho looked at a complete loss.
"What... five... no, you said six? How do six young, able-bodied men fail to take down one guy in his late forties? Does that even make sense?"
"Yoo Kang-soo was apparently a famous Hapkido master even back in his military days, from when he was young."
"Sure, sure — who hasn't got a story from when they were young? But Yoo Kang-soo is about to turn fifty any day now. How the hell can a guy like that do that?"
Park Young-ho's voice was slightly agitated.
"Yoo Kang-soo apparently cleaned out the phone of the kid who was acting as the leader. There's nothing about you on it, sir. However... the number of the burner phone I use as a second line is probably still in the records... that's a bit of a concern. Still, it shouldn't be easy to trace. I'll make sure to wrap this up on my end."
"Ugh... seriously... this monster of a guy just keeps giving me grief to the bitter end..."
Park Young-ho shook his head as he spoke.
"Um... Director... are you just going to give up like this? Even if it costs a bit more... should I look into some real professionals?"
"Drop it. What are you going to do if we actually get our tails caught? That guy's supposedly a damn good shot, too... What if he gets his hands on some homemade gun somewhere and comes after me? Ugh... seriously, what a piece of shit... the guy just keeps making my blood boil..."
Park Young-ho let out a deep sigh as he spoke. But the rage in his heart was only growing larger.
"Hey... Hye-in. The person we're going to serve this time... he's not an official member yet, but he's going to become one. He's a pretty important person, so you, as the cafe's public sub, are going to attend to him first. Got it?"