Gu Mirae's Circumstances 3
"Whew... nice and chewy, just how I like it."
Ra Seung-gun let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled himself out from deep inside the womb of Han Hyebin, his secretary and former weathercaster. Gloop... gloop.
The sticky fluids mixing and spilling out soiled the sofa in the president's office, finished in the finest Italian leather, but he couldn't care less. If anything, that squelching sound felt like proof of his conquest, curling a sleazy smirk onto his lips.
"Huuuuh! President... fuck me harder... it's still... still not enough..."
Han Hyebin, still lost in the afterglow of pleasure, gazed up at him with hazy eyes and begged. Her neat bob haircut was matted with sweat and semen, clinging messily to her cheeks and the nape of her neck. Drip. A bead of sweat trailed down her ample cleavage—an erotic painting in itself.
Ra Seung-gun grabbed a fistful of her hair, gently but dominantly.
"Shh, Hyebin. That's enough for today. I'll make you feel pretty again tomorrow. Whining too much kills the charm."
"Haaaang... Presiiiident!!"
He shoved the whining woman carelessly onto the sofa and stood, pulling up his pants. Han Hyebin was just one of countless women who'd fallen for his dating app photo in a doctor's coat and ended up here. The moth-like type who spread her legs the moment he mentioned his father running a mid-sized entertainment agency.
"President, you... you really will debut me as an actress, right? Not at Dad's company, but somewhere bigger. Like WJ Entertainment..."
Han Hyebin asked with desperate eyes. Her voice mixed anxiety about the future with blind faith in Ra Seung-gun as her lifeline.
"Who do you think I am? An A-rank hunter from Daehan Guild and CEO of a hot startup. I don't even need to ask my dad—WJ Entertainment? I can slot you in anytime. So just do as I say. Got it?"
He stroked her head expertly, whispering sweet lies. Under his touch, Han Hyebin melted into ecstasy again, nodding eagerly. To her, Ra Seung-gun was savior and god.
"But President, what about your wife...? She seems okay? You haven't been coming home much lately."
"Ah, that bitch?"
Ra Seung-gun's face hardened instantly. He took a sip from his wine glass, speaking in a contemptuous tone.
"That one's just decor. Pretty, obedient masochist doll. I hit her, she cries it hurts, but her pussy's dripping like a freak. No fire like you, no real heat. Boring as shit."
His words were pure insult toward Gu Mirae. By trash-talking his wife in front of Han Hyebin, he elevated himself and planted the illusion that she was special. Textbook gaslighting.
"Oh my... but she's an A-rank hunter too, right? With body reinforcement powers... You can just hit her?"
"Hahaha! That's what makes it fun. No matter how hard I beat her, she's spotless the next day. Perfect punching bag. Best telekinesis practice dummy there is. Sometimes I levitate her and whip her—makes her squirt and pass out every time. Spectacular."
He cackled. That laugh laid bare how twisted and ugly his soul truly was.
"Don't worry. Without me, that bitch is nothing. If I dump her, she's got nowhere to go—pathetic. You're different. You could be my partner."
He grabbed her chin and forced a kiss. She accepted it without resistance, flopping like a landed carp.
That was when it happened. The office lights dimmed despite broad daylight. Startled, Ra Seung-gun looked around to see a man in a white mask standing in the shadows. The mask evoked the god of death, eerie and strange. Beside him loomed a massive brute, arms thicker than thighs, muscles bulging, hunched over because the ceiling was too low.
"Y-you... who the hell are you? How did you get in here...!"
Ra Seung-gun panicked, unleashing his telekinesis—but it was blocked by some invisible force. Nothing worked.
"Why... won't my telekinesis... activate?"
The white-masked man drawled lazily to the giant monster beside him.
"Ra Seung-gun. Doctor and startup CEO, right? I want this guy to see hell."
"Shall I add him to my collection?"
"Nangryun... save that for last."
The hulking man with the odd name approached Ra Seung-gun. His mythical Minotaur-like bulk filled him with terror.
"Oh. Weathercaster Han Hyebin? Even prettier in person."
"N-no... don't touch her! She's mine..."
"No?"
The monster tilted his head at Ra Seung-gun.
"Please... leave her alone."
"Sure. You take her place then."
"W-what...?"
As Ra Seung-gun opened his mouth to scream, his ass cheeks spread wide. The brute's monstrous arm yanked his legs apart, leaving him defenseless.
"N-no way...?"
Ra Seung-gun's eyes widened in horror. What emerged was inhuman—a cock thick and long as a horse's, veins bulging, fully erect.
"I-I'm a man!!"
"I know."
A tearing pain ripped through him, eyes bulging.
"Gaaahhh!! My... my guts are ripping... no... please!"
Ra Seung-gun flailed at the masked man, begging, but the brute didn't care he was male. The sensation of that cock piercing his anus was violence incarnate.
"Woojin... I'm dizzy. See? When my dick gets hard, too much blood rushes. Kekekeke."
"You crazy fuck."
Ra Seung-gun couldn't laugh at their banter. His insides felt stretched, filled only with cock.
"Chewy. Tense up. Or I'll snap your neck."
"Nngh... nngh..."
Ra Seung-gun clenched, then gurgle—passed out.
His last sight: the masked man fucking Han Hyebin sideways.
How long had he been out? When Ra Seung-gun opened his eyes, the brute loomed over him—the one who'd raped him.
A cool breeze. Naked, face-down. His asshole clenched tight. Strangely, no pain. He'd been torn open, near death.
A healer came? Fixed me up?
He tried to rise, but his waist gave out, collapsing him again.
The giant spoke.
"Your name's Ra Seung-gun. Right?"
Ra Seung-gun nodded. His long hair slapped his cheek; heavy weight on his chest.
"Why... am I wearing heels?"
His voice was shrill. Soft, heavy breasts; nothing between his legs.
"Why's my voice like this? No... this isn't my body! What the fuck is this!!"
As he shrieked, a familiar face entered view. The man Gu Mirae liked. Shin Serin's ex-husband...
"Fuck... Park Woojin!! Y-you're illusioning me! You stole Gu Mirae, hogged her heart, and now... fucking Han Hyebin felt good, huh!!"
Ra Seung-gun realized his voice sounded familiar.
"You think this is an illusion?"
Park Woojin's cold voice made him struggle up. Massive tits, slim waist... back ached from the weight. Legs failed; he collapsed.
"Can't walk. Ripped out all your muscles. Only your pussy muscles work."
"W-what the hell? What did you do to me?"
"Oh, and you're dead. Look."
Turning, Ra Seung-gun saw his own corpse sprawled, holes gaping, fluids pouring—freshly dead. Ripped gut explained how.
"Eeeek!!"
"See your body? Before your soul wanders hell, shoved you into your favorite shell. Like it? My buddy's skilled."
Park Woojin thumbed at the giant rising like a mountain.
"But Woojin, isn't this body too pretty?"
"Gotta be weathercaster level or the Indians go nuts."
"Kekeke. Fair."
"What... are you talking about?"
Park Woojin squatted, lips moving slowly.
"No more telekinesis. You're Han Hyebin now. Muscles gone, can't move. Tough life though—thousand years if not murdered."
"What the fuck are you saying... you bastard."
"India's huge. Massive population. Step out of cities, it's a new world. No civilization, no education."
"......"
"Rural folks can't marry—no women. Young guys overflowing with desire, no learning. Remember that news? Couple on bus, both raped. Everyday in India—no news."
"W-what are you planning."
"Can't bite tongue... pulling all your teeth."
"No... aaaahhhhh!!!"
"Shh. My one fun game. Gonna hurt."
That was the last of Park Woojin's voice Ra Seung-gun heard. Then she was dumped naked in rural India outskirts. Never heard from again.
Gu Mirae's feet felt like a thousand pounds each. Like a cow dragged to slaughter. Today, she'd tell husband Ra Seung-gun she wanted a divorce.
Recording the beating will help my case.
The tiny recorder in her pocket gave courage. Opening the door, her husband sat in the living room—not his usual late-night return. Surprising.
Gu Mirae switched on the recorder.
"Home early?"
"Let's divorce."
"Pardon?"
Ra Seung-gun said it first. But his tone felt off—flat, emotionless. Gu Mirae was stunned. Grateful, even.
"Th-thank you."
"House is yours. Papers ready—just stamp. Lawyer handles everything."
Gu Mirae thought she was dreaming. He left after that. His back felt unfamiliar, but liberation from hell made her heart race.
But too weird. Things didn't resolve this easily.
"Doesn't make sense... no way?"
Gu Mirae called Park Woojin immediately.
"Hello?"
"Woojin-ssi? Did... did you pull strings?"
"......"
"Right? You did?"
"You're worthy of love. No more upside-down living. If you want, I'll warm you. Fix you up."
His voice was so warm. Gu Mirae collapsed there, tears endless. Throat choked.
"Huuung..."
Park Woojin didn't just heal her—he freed her from Ra Seung-gun's grip.
"Thank you... so much..."
They talked endlessly—stories unspoken. The handmade chocolate she first made for him, burning her pinky... Falling for him at first sight.
Gu Mirae turned girlish, spoiled toward her crush. A first for her.