The Observer
"I was told you're a new member joining our activities."
"I am... the cafe's public sub... and the members... are free to use my body however they wish."
"Coming in my mouth, on my face, inside me — all of it is allowed... and if you want... I'll swallow afterward, too."
"As for... golden showers... I'm still in training... but if you'd like that today... I'm far from ready, but... I'll try."
Park Young-ho was a man, too. No matter how complicated a man pretended to be, there was always a simple side to him. That was true of every man alive.
Like every other new member, Park Young-ho sat there wearing a look of stunned surprise as Ji Hye-in worked him with her hands and mouth.
He wasn't even a real new member. He was merely posing as one — an observer with no connection whatsoever to the cafe's gatherings.
Ji Hye-in had no idea. The man she was so diligently servicing was the former executive director whose actions had driven her husband, Yoo Kang-soo, out of the company. She didn't know a thing.
She caressed the space between his cock and his groin with painstaking care, then spread Park Young-ho's ass wide with both hands and sucked at his anus. Her tongue worked over every wrinkled fold of his asshole with exquisite precision before her mouth traveled down to his feet, licking his toes and the soles.
Park Young-ho was so stunned he couldn't get a word out.
"Is she really... a married woman with a husband?"
"Yes... that's right."
Hye-in, who had been licking between his toes, answered carefully through lips smeared with lipstick.
"Children?"
"I have a son. He's in his second year of high school."
"And your husband... has no idea?"
"No... someday I'll have to confess, but he doesn't know yet. It's a heavy weight on my heart."
"Why do you call it a heavy weight?"
"I have a very strong submissive nature... and I'm the cafe's dedicated public sub. I'm meant to serve the members exclusively. I plan to confess my nature to my husband... later. Much later. Until then... I think my heart will feel heavy."
Hye-in's face had gone beet-red as she spoke.
"Does talking about your husband turn you on? Thinking about how you're doing this whore's work behind his back..."
Park Young-ho was fondling Hye-in's pussy as he said it. He could feel the clear, slick wetness flowing from her without pause.
"Damn... look at this... a completely broken slut... she's dripping..."
"S-sir... I don't like... such vulgar language..."
"Don't like it? What's not to like... you bitch in heat..."
Park Young-ho pressed two fingers together and jammed them roughly into Hye-in's pussy. Then he pushed her onto her back and began to fuck her in a storm of thrusts.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this intensely aroused — not in years. The extreme pleasure of conquering that bastard's wife: that was what had him so far gone.
An hour passed, then nearly two. This time, after pounding her thoroughly, Park Young-ho pressed himself to Hye-in's mouth and came. She looked into his eyes, holding his gaze as she swallowed his semen.
"Damn... that was incredible... where the hell has a filthy bitch like you been hiding all this time... come here. You said golden was okay too..."
Park Young-ho took Hye-in into the bathroom, made her kneel, and told her to open her mouth.
"No... my mouth hasn't been trained yet... Please spray it here..."
Hye-in gathered her breasts together as tightly as she could toward the center as she spoke.
Park Young-ho pretended not to understand and sprayed a stream of piss across Hye-in's face. When she grimaced and turned her head away, he quickly dropped the stream and poured it over the cleft of her gathered breasts.
Hye-in felt the warmth spread across her entire chest, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"We've got the footage. Park Young-ho has no idea, of course. We'll hold onto it as insurance — keep it quiet."
One of the operators was speaking to another.
"Well done. Hye-in didn't notice, I take it?"
"Need you even ask? She has no idea. Park Young-ho seems to have a far stronger netori streak than we expected."
"Does Park Young-ho know that the recent shooting — the one with the homemade gun — is connected to our cafe?"
"How could he? The press was careful even about mentioning that the suspect was a pharmacist. The fact that he was one of our members... even the other members of the cafe don't know that. Only we operators do."
"Would Hye-in know? It was all over the news for two days..."
"Of course she doesn't. The news and the papers reported it with personal details hidden as much as possible — occupation, age, that sort of thing. So Hye-in seems to have no idea. If she knew, it would have been a massive shock. It probably would have seriously compromised her role as the cafe's public sub."
"That's a relief. But what's going to happen to member Ma Kyeong-il?"
"The consensus seems to be that he won't escape a heavy sentence. His life's over, basically. It's the kids I feel sorry for... dad's going to prison, and mom was killed by dad..."
The operators clicked their tongues as they spoke.
"Anyway... for the time being, we're thinking of pulling Hye-in from some of her regular slots in the rotation and funneling those sessions to Park Young-ho. If we're going to put her to work, we might as well work her to the bone..."
"That's right. That's real humiliation."
"Man... plenty of people think this country's a tiny scrap of land. So how the hell are there so many places tucked away in every last corner..."
Yoo Kang-soo was heading into a large-scale farm where an insurance-fraud suspect was believed to be hiding.
Even at a glance, there had to be well over a hundred people working. And that was just one section — counting the rest, the place looked like it employed hundreds. About half appeared to be foreigners; the other half, Korean. The foreigners were all young. Among the Koreans, there wasn't a young man in sight. They were all middle-aged, forty at the youngest.
Kang-soo knew the type. Middle-aged men working a place like this were men with a past.
The man he was looking for had debts in every direction, had played a supporting role in an insurance fraud, and then vanished. Confirm the man's testimony, and he'd have physical evidence that another suspect had pulled off a fraud worth a fortune. That was why he'd come all the way out to this remote provincial mega-farm.
Sweating buckets, Kang-soo held up a photograph and started searching.
Then he saw it. About ten meters ahead, a familiar profile. Kang-soo approached him on instinct.
"The hell are you doing here?"
Kang-soo stared at the man in disbelief. The man stared back in horror.
It was Yeom Seong-bong.
"D-did you come looking for me?"
Yeom Seong-bong's face was rigid with terror.
"No. I didn't come looking for you. I came looking for someone else... and here you are."
"Th-then please pretend you didn't see me..."
"Is it the debts?"
"I'm begging you. I committed an unforgivable sin in the past. But now... I'm suffering. Please just look the other way. I'm begging you."
Yeom Seong-bong even bowed his head to the ground as he spoke.
"Fine. We'll do that. Work hard. Even rolling in a dung heap, this life beats the next. Living without any more dirty thoughts — that's not nothing."
Kang-soo muttered it half to himself and turned away.
Then, after wandering the farm's vast fields for a full two more hours, dripping with sweat, he found the man he'd come for.
"Hah... you son of a bitch. Finally found you."
Kang-soo gripped the terrified man's arm tight as he said it. He took him off to a corner, putting the fear into him without quite showing his hand, and grilled him for everything he needed.
The man, wearing a look of near-resignation, spilled it all without a fight. And Kang-soo, though soaked through with sweat, felt a sharp, thrilling rush of satisfaction.
It felt like he'd closed another case.