Between Love and Stalking 3
Jeup-serin knelt and raised both hands to tie her long hair back with a hair tie.
With her ears now exposed, her slender jawline stood out sharply. Below that jaw, her massive tits strained against the top of her tank top.
Suk Ho-pil couldn’t say a word. He simply stayed silent and let her take control. The initiative belonged entirely to her.
She suddenly engulfed his cock with her mouth. The moist mucous membrane inside felt refreshingly cool against his skin.
The slick friction between that soft inner flesh and his shaft was exquisite.
“Serin…”
Suk Ho-pil called her by her BJ name rather than her real one. The same woman who had been broadcasting with bright, bubbly energy just moments ago was now secretly sucking a man’s cock while thousands of viewers remained oblivious.
And she had sat him down on the very chair she used for her streams.
Slurp, slurp, gulp, gulp—
She’s swallowing the precum straight down her throat.
Whenever the sticky fluid leaked from his aroused cock, she never once pulled back to spit. As if determined to devour every last drop of him, her intense oral assault continued for a long while.
She scraped him with her teeth, took him deep into her throat, and even nibbled gently around the base of his shaft.
With sex techniques like this… Pass. I’d marry her. Hell, I’d let her stalk me.
Just as his head began to spin and climax approached, she stopped.
“Oppa. Now it’s your turn to lick mine.”
“If you want.”
It was just as well. He had been terrified he might cum in her mouth, so he had spent the last few minutes mentally sketching the outline of the school violence case he had taken on today.
Suk Ho-pil crawled under the broadcasting desk. The man who had graduated second in his class from the nation’s top law school and the Judicial Research and Training Institute was now lowering himself to eat out an internet cam girl. This was exactly what Jeup-serin had been aiming for. She took clear pleasure in dominating a lawyer fifteen years her senior.
“Is your pussy pink?”
“Suck it. Eat my pussy like you mean it.”
“Mmm… mmph.”
Once again using her cutesy broadcast voice, she demanded he service her.
Ho-pil felt like he was suffocating.
She was already soaked from sucking his cock; sticky arousal coated his fingers. Drawing on years of experience, he sucked her clitoris between his lips while his fingers worked her folds.
“Ahng! Ahng—what the, you’re using your fingers? Ahhng! Aaaah!! Aaaah!!”
Ho-pil extended two fingers and carefully thrust them inside her, cautious not to cause any scratches along her inner walls.
At the same time he frantically circled and rubbed her clit with his tongue. Her healthy thighs began to shake and spasm violently.
“Aahng! Why are you so good at this? Oppa! Oppa! Aahng aahng!! Ahaahng—I’m cumming! Aaaahng aaaahng!!”
Serin’s hands tightened in Ho-pil’s hair with crushing force. He sped up his fingering until the exact moment of her climax, then abruptly pulled out.
“Oppa… what the hell are you—”
Ho-pil shoved her wheeled chair forward. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Strangely, many female BJ rooms had a bed tucked into one corner.
One could only guess what sort of activities it was meant to suggest. He laid her over the edge of that bed, then pressed his hardened cock against her, rubbing the glans around her entrance.
“What are you waiting for? Put it in already. Hurry~”
“You want it? Here it comes!!”
His cock slid straight into her dripping hole. The moment her thin, delicate pussy accepted him, it clamped down with ferocious strength.
“Oppa's cock is fucking huge. Uhhk! Uhhhuuuk.”
Serin cried out with raw, unfiltered pleasure. She writhed every time he drove into her.
She’s really clamping down hard.
It literally felt as though her vaginal muscles were chewing on his cock. Suk Ho-pil concluded it was simply beyond his control.
He could no longer suppress his primal male instincts. The thick scent of woman in the room made it hard to breathe.
Thump, thump, thump! Smack, smack, smack!! Smack smack smack!! Smack! Smack!! Ugh! Cumming!
“Oppa! Fuck me harder! Ahng—uhhhuuung—so good, so good!!!”
Without even thinking about contraception, Suk Ho-pil emptied himself inside her. Even after he came he kept thrusting, forcing thick semen to leak out around his cock.
“Haa… haa… Was it good? Did you feel it?”
“Yeah… I think I came at least three times… hehehe… uhhuhuhu.”
She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and stretched her limbs out fully. Then she beckoned him with a lazy gesture.
Ho-pil’s own legs had gone weak, so he collapsed beside her. Jeup-serin immediately climbed on top of him and showered him with kisses.
She no longer looked human—she looked like a beast created purely for sex.
I’m fucked.
Post-nut clarity hit Suk Ho-pil like a truck. If this had been pure love, maybe he could have accepted it. But when he thought about her SNS photos—shots from Europe, America, Southeast Asia, all taken without any visible companions—the picture changed. She was only twenty-one. Where had she gotten the money for those trips, and who had taken the photos? If she truly loved only him in some pure, innocent way, perhaps it would be different. But after receiving nearly a billion won in donations only to file a complaint because she “didn’t like it,” she was clearly not in her right mind. He couldn’t even define what this relationship was, let alone guess how it would end.
“Oppa, you can’t run away anymore.”
“Huk.”
Had she read his mind? The meaningful words slipped from her lips with eerie timing.
“Even after spending a billion, you won’t settle for a hundred million?”
With a bored expression, the female high-school teacher who had stalked Jeup-serin signaled her willingness to accept the settlement offer.
The person sitting across from him was Kang Si-hyun, a rookie lawyer at the firm Jung & Han.
“It’s still too early to give up. I’d like to argue for a not-guilty verdict.”
“Hahaha! Is this your trial, lawyer? This is my case. I’m the defendant.”
“Hmm… strictly speaking, you’re no longer a suspect—you’re the defendant. You are currently detained, after all.”
“Anyway, if we settle I’ll get a suspended sentence, right?”
“Yes, that much is certain. But don’t you feel wronged?”
“Lawyer Kang Si-hyun, you’re still young. You don’t understand the world yet. And above all else, I still love Jeup-serin.”
Love? He still believed in such a lukewarm word?
This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.
Kang Si-hyun finally understood the frustration of those actors in Korean movies who kept shouting “This is insane!” Even though he was locked up after being sued by the woman, he still wanted to protect her.
“There’s nothing I can do. The client is king. That’s the motto of our firm, Jung & Han.”
And so the female high-school teacher who had stalked BJ Jeup-serin was released. As he left, Kang Si-hyun gave him one final warning.
“Stalking laws have been strengthened recently. If you send even a single phone call or message from now on, you could face actual prison time.”
“I know. Do I look stupid? I’m a married man.”
“The sentence is one year and six months, suspended for three years. Add a real stalking conviction on top of that and you’ll serve the full original sentence plus the suspended term.”
“I said I know. Stop repeating yourself.”
The look in the man’s eyes was unsettling. Kang Si-hyun had a bad feeling. Still, there was nothing more a lawyer could do.
He’s lost everything.
From what she had heard, the man’s wife—fed up with him spending a billion won on a cam girl—was planning to divorce him. He had traveled the world with Jeup-serin, throwing money away like it was water, and when she tried to end things he had raped her by force. As a result he had been fired from the school, and former students he barely remembered had launched a MeToo campaign against him, digging up every sin he had ever committed.
Most of the accusations were baseless, filed by women obsessed with settlement money, but in a country that was itself one giant “Han-nyeo,” some of the claims had still become real cases.
“Take care.”
Kang Si-hyun watched the man’s powerless back disappear down the hallway. She was a radical feminist who had graduated from a women’s university law school. Even she could not help thinking, every time she encountered a case like this, that this country was deeply, fundamentally broken. The man was innocent.
“This school violence case falls under the category of continuous harassment.”
Suk Ho-pil could not understand a world where legal action was taken over mere schoolyard scuffles.
It was completely different from his own high-school days, when problems were solved the old-fashioned way—by fighting it out.
“You wouldn’t know, lawyer. But I know it very well.”
“Sure, Han Seo-rin, born in ’95. You’re only six years younger than me, yet you know and I don’t? That makes perfect sense.”
“Of course it does. A one-year gap is huge.”
“Did you have a high-school life too, Seo-rin?”
“Obviously. I was this fresh and green, you know.”
“Who is this?”
“Me and my sister. Your ex-fiancée, Han Seo-yoon.”
“Even though they’re fraternal twins, they look incredibly alike. Practically identical.”
Looking at the photo made him stutter. Suk Ho-pil still had not shaken off the ghost of his former fiancée, Han Seo-yoon.
“Hehehe, heart skipped a beat, didn’t it?”
“Yeah. So… even when Han-lawyer was in high school, school violence was that bad?”
“Continuous harassment is women’s specialty. It’s not the simple power-based hierarchy you see with men.”
“No way. Female high-schoolers can throw some serious punches.”
“The top bullies, maybe. They fight like guys—uppercuts, brawling, the whole thing.”
But most school violence cases—especially the ones that reached lawyers—were never that simple.
When violence was overt, there was little room to appeal to the law. Continuous harassment cases were complex, difficult to prove, and often left both sides furious at the school’s decision or lack of one.
To the clients, these incidents might threaten their children’s entire futures. To a lawyer, however, they brought no money and endless headaches.
So Suk Ho-pil made a decision.
“Han Seo-rin, I want you to take the lead on this case.”
“Huh? But I’m a complete rookie who failed the bar exam four times and barely passed on the fifth try.”
“Cases like this require a strong sense of justice. Just get started!”
“Yes! Understood.”
Ho-pil decided to leave all the paperwork entirely to her. He would work behind the scenes to change the school’s disposition.
First, he would file for a provisional injunction to prevent the punishment from being finalized.