The First Woman, Part 2
Jo Sieun, stretched out on the bed, reached up with both arms and drew my neck down into her embrace. I followed the line of her throat and licked along it, unhurried, then sucked at her earlobe and buried my nose deep at the nape of her neck, breathing her in.
That was when she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, bright with excitement.
"Oppa. Rape me."
"That's your taste?"
"Mm. It gets me even more worked up. With my stockings, over there. And talk dirty to me. Call me a fucking bitch. Tell me to hold still."
She pressed the stockings she'd brought out of the shower into my hand and smiled, filthy-sweet.
A person's tastes ought to be respected.
"From behind. Tie me."
With that she turned and brought her arms around behind her back. I bound her wrists with the stockings, exactly as she'd asked.
The moment the knot was tight—
"Aaah! Don't! Stop! Kyaaah!!!"
Jo Sieun screamed. There was nothing desperate in it. The face she turned over her shoulder was flushed red.
A thin suspicion stirred. If this turns into a problem... The thought passed through me, and I let a faint smile surface.
"Hold still, you fucking bitch. I'm gonna get a taste of that pussy."
I shoved the back of her head down into the mattress and hauled her ass up.
"Kyaah! Please! Please—haaahn!!!!"
Moans leaked out between the screams. She had the balance just right, and it only made me harder. I gripped that raised ass, yanked her panties down rough, and took hold of my cock—already swollen thick—fitting the head to her hole.
"Aah~! Stop! Haaaahn!!!!"
I drove in. My cock punched into her, a wet squelch, and as I worked back and forth it bored deeper with every stroke—squelch, squelch, squelch. Once I was buried to the root, my pelvis slapped that thick, springy ass. Smack, smack, smack, smack. The shaft that pulled free sank straight back in, and every time I withdrew, a white foam of her slick spilled out after me.
"Ah! Aah! Nngh! Please~!! Hnn! Aah!"
Arousal piled on, and the pounding gained force. Smack, smack, smack, smack.
"Aah! Aah! Aah! Haaaahn!!!"
Pinning her head and taking her from behind drove the heat even higher. The hand I reached around seized both of those full breasts.
"Aah! It hurts!! Haaaahn~!"
I kept my grip on her tits and worked my hips. Below, I could see my dark cock driving in and out of her hole without a pause.
Fuck. What a view.
The guilty thrill and the raw excitement braided together and climbed to a peak.
Then—
"Wait! Wait, just a second!!!"
I knew a signal when I heard one, and I stopped.
Jo Sieun thrashed free, turned, and looked up at me. The smile she gave me was obscene. I caught the cue and leaned down, and she whispered at my ear again.
"Oppa, I'm so turned on. Tell me I taste good. Curse at me more. Worse than that. Curse at me, and cum a ton inside my pussy."
I shoved both her thighs wide and pinned them, then drove my hips down into her from above. Smack, smack, smack, smack.
"Fucking bitch. This pussy is so goddamn good. Yeah! You fucking bitch! You dog of a woman!"
"Aah! Hnn-haah! Oppa! Oppa!!! Stop!! Aah~!"
I hooked the thighs of the woman thrashing under me over my shoulders, braced against the bed, and fucked her fast.
"Fuck! Hrk! Hold still! You fucking bitch! I'll fill you up! Nngh!"
"No! No! Stop! Aahn! Aahn!!! Mom!! Hiiyaaah! Don't!!! Haaaahn!!!"
She struggled, but her hole clenched hard around me all the same, so the excitement was real enough. Smack, smack, smack, smack.
"Fucking bitch. You're squeezing so fucking tight! Nngh!"
A spark jumped in the pleasure that had filled me, and it went up in an explosion.
"Nngh!"
"Kyaaah!!"
Everything I'd been holding burst out through me in one clean, relieving rush—a hot spurt, pulse after pulse after pulse—and semen flooded her womb. The release washed through my whole body.
"Huuu~~"
The breath left me on its own, and I collapsed over her. Whether from the high or from something else, Jo Sieun shed tears I couldn't account for, and a moment later she was sniffling.
When that round of rough sex was done, I got up. Still wet, I went to the table, picked up the water bottle, and drank. Jo Sieun was still lying on the bed, face turned aside, sobbing.
"Huuuuk~ huuuuk~~~."
An act, or excitement that still hadn't come down—there was no way to tell. Women's hearts are like that. Which meant I had to assume the worst and get ready. For what I needed to do, I had to put her to sleep first.
I found my pocket and drew out one of the rings inside. Naked, she lay there, and I aimed the ring in my hand at her body.
And then—
Sleep
Outside the hotel, Han Mooshik flicked the last of his cigarette butt onto the ground. He pulled out his phone and checked the time.
"Fuck. It's been long enough by now. Why the fuck hasn't she called."
The phone in his hand gave a light buzz. He hurried into the messenger and opened the message that had just arrived.
"Yes!"
His fist clenched on its own. With a shaking hand he hit the call button. The line rang for a moment, and someone picked up on the other end.
"Embassy of the Republic of Korea in Rome."
"My girlfriend is being sexually assaulted in a hotel. Please send the police right away. InterContinental, room 2301. The Royal Suite."
A short while later, an embassy staffer arrived with a police officer in tow. The hotel manager showed them up, and the moment the police opened the door, Jo Sieun broke into violent sobs.
"Waaah~ Oppa, I'm scared~~~."
An officer seized my wrist. The embassy staffer, having heard her, relayed her words to the police.
"She says that man lured her to the hotel and then forced himself on her. She claims the whole thing is recorded on her phone, so for now let's all go down to the station."
After we reached the station, the embassy staffer sat in while they played the recording on Jo Sieun's phone. Right there I was arrested as a rapist and thrown straight into a holding cell.
I spent one night in that cell. The next day my body was soaked in fatigue—the fluorescent lights had been left on all night, and I hadn't really slept.
"Mr. Korea. You've got a visitor. Out."
I hauled my stiff body up. A policeman led me into the visiting room. An embassy staffer was there, and beside him a man introduced as Jo Sieun's boyfriend.
The staffer, wearing a face like he'd bitten into shit, spoke as if the whole thing were a nuisance.
"Well. The two of you can talk it over. However this goes, it looks like something you'll have to settle between yourselves."
With that, he got out of the room. The last look he threw me on his way through the door was pitying.
So he caught the scent of it too.
That was when the bastard opened his mouth.
"Hey. You son of a bitch. How the hell does a person do something like—"
No need to sit through the rest of that bullshit. I cut him off mid-sentence.
"Just tell me the number."
"What?"
"Your little routine. It's obvious. Paint me as a rapist and squeeze a settlement out of me, isn't that it? What—want to skip the payoff entirely and go straight to court?"
He stared at me like he couldn't believe it, then snorted a laugh.
"I like a man who reads the room fast. So how much are you putting up for the settlement?"
"You tell me. How much do you need?"
"Fuck. You think we're suckers? You son of a bitch. You don't understand the situation you're in?"
"This is tedious. If you've got nothing else to say, should I just go?"
"You fucking bastard!"
He shouted and grabbed me by the collar, like he meant to hit me then and there. I looked at his face at my leisure.
When I'd been brought into the detention center, everything I'd been wearing had stayed on my body. The rule, of course, was to turn it over to the station. But one sentence from me, and the police hadn't asked another question—they'd put me in the cell still wearing all of it.
"Confiscating it's fine, but you'd better store it properly. For the record, that one watch is worth six hundred and twenty thousand euros."
The officers had frozen on the spot. They didn't dare confiscate a thing—they wouldn't even think of laying a hand on the watch. In the end I walked into the cell with every accessory still on me. On top of that, against the chance of trouble, they'd cleared out an entire cell so I could have it to myself.
So the watch, naturally, and the rings as well, were still on me. A man working himself up to throw a punch in my face could only seem pathetic.
"You fucker. Want me to rip your whole mouth open? Huh!"
He was still growling threats when the visiting-room door opened and the embassy staffer came back in.
"Hey—what do you think you're doing!"
Startled, the staffer shouted, and the man who'd had my collar shoved me off hard. He stepped back, dropped into his seat, and said,
"I'm not settling a damn thing with this fucker. So just throw him in a cell here."
"What? Ha. Unbelievable."
The embassy staffer laughed like he couldn't believe his ears. Seeing that, the bastard picked a fight with him.
"Hey. What? Fuck. You think I'm just gonna sit here and take it? Huh! Want me to splash this all over the Korean papers and the news! Huh! Embassy staff sided with a rapist! Want me to blow it open like that! Huh!"
While the staffer stared at the shouting man with open contempt, more people came through the open door. Behind a man dressed neat and sharp, a police officer followed. The man who'd entered came up and greeted me.
"You don't look too much the worse for wear, President Kang."
"Well. As you can see, I'm a man locked in a cell. Sorry for calling you out in such a rush."
"Not at all. This is exactly what a lawyer is for. And this would be the complainant's side, I take it."
Dark-skinned, out of Türkiye, and impeccably dressed in a suit—Han Mooshik faltered for a moment at the sight of him.
"What? Who are you?"
The embassy staffer, speaking for Han Mooshik and his clumsy English, explained in his place.
"This is retained counsel. Counsel for Mr. Kang Chung-sik, who was caught up in a misunderstanding about a sexual assault yesterday."
"Retained counsel?"
The lawyer's appearance put a brief crack of panic in Han Mooshik's face.
"Yes. I've come to represent him regarding this false accusation of sexual assault."