After the Zero Two
"Does it feel good, you fucking bastard? You like it, you son of a bitch?"
Love juices poured from the depths of BJ Jeup-serin, Do Je-ni, soaking the bedsheets beneath them. She straddled Suk Ho-pil in cowgirl position, riding him while performing the Zero Two dance.
"Does it feel good, you fucking bastard? You like it, you son of a bitch?"
"My cock's about to break!"
"Does it feel good? You like it?"
"Yeah… it feels fucking amazing."
Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around him. She moved her hips with even greater intensity. Dopamine flooded his brain.
"Swear on your mom—does it feel good? You like this cum-dumpster pussy?"
"Yeah… yeah, I love this cum-dumpster pussy."
They had only meant to grab some blood sausage and beer near Gyeongridan-gil before heading to Itaewon for some odeng soup. Neither of them had expected things to go this far.
"Haa, haa, I love it too, fuck, I'm coming! I'm cominggg, you fucking bastard!!!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, her pale face flushing crimson, then screamed without restraint. The cry was loud enough to echo beyond the Itaewon hotel room.
"Ahang! Ahang! Geuhang! Aaaah! Aaaah!!!"
"Je-ni… no, Jeup-serin, you filthy fucking whore."
Suk Ho-pil grabbed her swaying breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her hardened nipples. Once her orgasm subsided and her body trembled with aftershocks, he sat up and flipped their positions, mounting her from above.
"I'm gonna cum too."
"Cum inside me."
"Inside is… risky. You could get pregnant."
"Get me pregnant."
"Fine. I'll knock you up, then. My cute little Se-rin."
"Call me Je-ni. Do Je-ni."
"Right, right. That's what you said."
Holding back his climax had been torture. Even drunk, maintaining this level of erection wasn't easy, but the body of a healthy, twenty-year-old woman was natural Viagra. The creaking bed and the cheap hotel's moldy smell only made BJ Se-rin seem more vulgar.
"Mmm…" Suk Ho-pil sucked on Je-ni's nipple, never stopping his hips even in the awkward position. When he pulled his mouth away and thrust harder, Jeup-serin climaxed again.
"Ahh! I feel it again! I'm coming again! Oppa! Oppa! It feels so good. Ahang, ahang, aaaah!!!"
Jeup-serin's vulgar body was extremely sensitive. He could feel her vaginal walls rippling and squeezing around him.
[So fucking good. Tastes so fucking good.]
Suk Ho-pil marveled inwardly as his thrusts grew shorter and faster. He drove into her relentlessly before exploding deep inside, releasing everything he had been holding back.
"Aaaah! I'm coming, Se-rin. I'm cumming too!!!"
"Ahh, oppa, don't cum yet! Just a little more! Give me more!!!"
Their bodies tangled together on the bed as they rolled across the sheets. Overwhelmed by the massive orgasm, Se-rin lifted her upper body and clung to Suk Ho-pil with both arms and legs, refusing to let go.
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"What if you actually get pregnant?"
Suk Ho-pil was genuinely curious about that.
"What do you want to do if I get pregnant?" Jeup-serin asked back.
"Je-ni… you don't like the name Se-rin?"
Suk Ho-pil dodged the difficult question and asked something else first.
"Yeah. It makes me feel like you only see me as a BJ. Oppa, you didn't like me as Do Je-ni?"
[In just half a day?]
Ho-pil thought that anyone who danced Zero Two or did cocaine naked in front of a computer probably wasn't in their right mind.
"Of course I like you. You're fun and sweet."
"You have a lot of women around you, don't you?"
"Yeah. I won't lie. Not as many as Ui Ju-bin, but even a country bumpkin lawyer like me gets some attention."
Because he made good money. A lawyer's title turned him into an alpha male, even if he only felt like a man to a certain degree.
"So… were you just playing with me?"
"My kid? Absolutely not. But you're only twenty-one. I'm a '89 liner—thirty-five as of 2024. That's a fourteen-year age gap."
"So what? You're still oppa. And you're cool. You didn't treat me like some cheap slut just because I got raped."
"Of course not. You're just a victim."
[Shit. Is this what they call a menhera?]
Of course, Suk Ho-pil looked down on Korean women. He hated the way women with low "woman power" acted like they had some kind of mental illness. But at his core, he was a lawyer who valued human rights. Besides, BJ Jeup-serin was a top-tier influencer. In person, she was a hundred million times prettier than her SNS photos. Her skin was baby-soft, and her waist, hips—nothing was lacking. If she asked him to drop everything and marry her right now, he felt like he could do it. At least in this moment.
"The bastard who raped me. He was a high school teacher. A disgusting pervert."
Se-rin—no, Je-ni—clung to him.
"What happened?"
"He donated hundreds of millions to me. So I had no choice but to meet him as the president of his fan club, but he crossed the line."
"What exactly happened? Is there more than what you gave as evidence for the rape?"
"We met five times."
"What? So you had consensual sex four times before the rape?"
Even if the guy got indicted, the defense lawyer would probably argue they had been dating.
"Mm. But every time we met, he acted like he had to get his money's worth. Old bastard."
"How old was he?"
"That chairman guy was also thirty-five. Oh my. Same age as you, Mr. Byeongnongsa."
"From the photos, he definitely looks older than me."
The man, a teacher at a prestigious private girls' high school in Gangnam, was also a gold-spoon. He had apparently paid 150 million won to secure that teaching position. His university wasn't quite prestigious enough for Gangnam private schools. And he was married. A married man who had thrown massive amounts of money at BJ Jeup-serin. He was also a pervert—when Se-rin refused a golden shower, he had beaten her and forced her, and both the recorded audio and hospital records proved it.
"Oppa, does the fact that we had sex before cause problems? We weren't dating, but…"
"It doesn't matter at all. Marital rape is recognized, so why wouldn't it apply between a BJ and a sponsor?"
"Really?"
"If it were another lawyer, maybe not. But the moment you met Suk Ho-pil, who graduated second in his class from the Judicial Research and Training Institute, your only possible outcome is victory in court."
"Pfft, what is that?"
"I'm working on my homepage slogan. These days there are too many lawyers, so you have to advertise."
He briefly went off on a tangent, thinking about PR phrases for one-on-one consultation platforms and slogans for his homepage, even imagining photos hung in subway stations like Gyodae Station.
[It's pointless anyway.]
For most people, especially in sex crime cases, internet advertising was effective. For divorce cases, middle-aged female lawyers who paid tens of millions to PDs to appear on TV were popular. Recently, having cartoons drawn for SNS was trending. Most people who spent big money on divorce cases were sports stars or celebrities who didn't know many lawyers and were just ordinary people, so they would see the cartoon and call. So in reality, no matter how much Suk Ho-pil bragged about his Judicial Research and Training Institute ranking or law school, it didn't help him get clients. He knew that, which was why he was planning various promotional routes going forward.
"Should I advertise for you?"
"Really? You… why are you being so nice to me…"
"You don't have to be nice to me."
"I'm grateful. I'm really thankful. What could an old man like me possibly have that you like?"
"My parents got divorced. So I like people like you, Mr. Suk Ho-pil."
"Hmm… Whatever reason you have for liking me, I think I've fallen in love with you too."
"Really? Fuck… that bastard looked down on me. When I said let's get married after the divorce, he told me not to be ridiculous. And then he told me to drink his piss…"
[Whoa! This is dangerous… This kid is dangerous.]
Suk Ho-pil sensed that something had gone wrong. But for now, he had to say the right thing.
"Actually, I was engaged once too. It fell through."
"Huh? You got divorced?"
"No, it was a broken engagement. When you call off an engagement, it's called a broken engagement."
"Really? Why did it break off?"
"Similar to you. They didn't like that I was a dragon who rose from a humble stream. My family was poor. When I was young, I ate ramen for one meal a day. I wanted to go on a school trip but couldn't."
"Really? Oh my, my family was poor too, so I almost couldn't go on a school trip."
"But you still went on the school trip."
"Yeah, I had to borrow some money because my allowance was a bit short."
"Anyway, the family of the person I was engaged to didn't approve of me. So they schemed and got me kicked out of the firm."
"That's awful. Getting kicked out of the company? Are they crazy?"
As they talked, he wondered if maybe someone like Han Seo-yoon, an elite lawyer, wasn't right for him after all. Maybe a popular BJ like Jeup-serin was a better match. After all, what was the point of a smart wife? All she would do was argue and refuse to do housework or cook. A young Jeup-serin—no, Do Je-ni—full of "woman power" was the one who had come to him as a rape case client, and even though they had only spent a single day together, this might actually be fate.
Suk Ho-pil grew serious.
"Je-ni. Do you want to try dating seriously?"
"Really. I'm the one who's grateful."
"Yeah. Since you know a lot of people in the broadcasting industry, help promote our law firm 'Seokpil' too. For the success fee this time, we'll split whatever settlement you get."
Ho-pil was obsessed with success fees.
"Kek, got it. There are a lot of unni and oppa I know who need a lawyer like you."
"Good, good. And let's teach that arrogant gold-spoon teacher a lesson. How much did he donate to you that he acted like that?"
"I received 300 million won in cash transfers. Actually, he spent about a billion won total. He bought me the officetel I'm living in now, a sports car, paid for my skincare… and also…"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, what was this? Suk Ho-pil's head spun.