Choi Seo-ah 3
Choi Seo-ah lightly tickled my nipple with her fingers before gazing up at my face. It was the look of a woman deep in love. Relief from escaping danger by surrendering her virginity shone plainly in her expression.
In NLP, rapport had formed. Rapport is a relationship of mutual trust. It usually builds over long periods through shared intimacy and empathy, but with pacing and leading followed by a creampie, I could forge it in moments.
“You know Shin Serin, right? She comes there a lot too. To Seohee unnie’s parties…”
“Parties?”
“Seohee unnie throws them at her place almost every day.”
“What kind of parties?”
“Just… you know, drugs and fucking around kinda parties…”
“Drug-fueled sex parties?”
Her face flushed red. Choi Seo-ah seemed ashamed of her role as a drug dealer. She didn’t even question who I was.
“Yeah… that kinda stuff too. That unnie’s one of the core members with Seohee unnie.”
“Core members?”
“Yeah~ But damn, she’s super pretty~ Wait, how do you know Shin Serin unnie?”
She snuggled into my arms like a love-starved puppy. No need to tell her Shin Serin had been my wife. I gently stroked the nape of her neck, maintaining the pacing by syncing her breathing to mine. Choi Seo-ah’s breaths mirrored my own perfectly—if I held my breath now, she’d stop breathing too.
Rapport formation is a form of grooming-induced brain rewiring, distinct from hypnosis. In this shell world where the reins on neuroscience were loose, I realized that knowledge wielded terrifying power even in reality. It’s why cult leaders and pastors manipulate the elderly and vulnerable young women. Same principle.
“Just know her.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, and her touch on my chest grew rougher. Jealousy flickered in her eyes.
“But… you know that, right?”
“Know what?”
“Out of all the guys I’ve met… you’re the hottest.”
She saw me as her boyfriend now. Her hand slid down, fiddling with my cock as she let out another aroused moan. That’s how dangerous rapport is.
Feeling my cock swell again in her grip, Choi Seo-ah flashed a beaming smile. I stroked her hair lightly. Then came another deep kiss, followed by ten minutes of pistoning thrusts and another creampie. She climaxed quickly, still riding the high from her orgasm.
Choi Seo-ah had hated sex because her dad was a womanizer, but those genes weren’t going anywhere. We kept chatting with my cock still buried inside her.
“Haaang… I don’t even know your name, mister.”
“Park Woojin.”
“I’ll remember it forever.”
I pressed right against her cervix and asked, “You ever been to Nam Seohee’s drug sex parties at her place?”
“No way! I… I was still a virgin… Ah… not anymore, though…”
She bowed her head shyly. “They throw parties every day, so there’s one today too?”
“Yeah… today.”
“What time?”
“Starts at 10 a.m…. Most people have families, so they do it during the day, not at night.”
“10 a.m.?”
“Yep~ Famous celebs and CEOs come too~ Lots of power players.”
I’d never imagined it. I always figured elite drug parties happened in remote mountain villas, not in a family apartment right in the heart of Gangnam.
“Smart bastards. Right in the middle of Gangnam… in a residential apartment…”
“They all say they’re just neighbors living nearby~”
Weekday daytime drug parties explained why I’d never caught Shin Serin high before. Glancing at the clock: 9:10 a.m. Still time. Shin Serin was in Japan right now—Kim Myeon-hyeong had shipped her off as branch manager to siphon company funds. Probably met him at one of Nam Seohee’s parties, huh?
Seeing middle schoolers hooked on drugs and online gambling made this country pathetic. It had turned into a freakish dopamine-addicted republic.
“With the power players hooked first… no one’s gonna bust it. I’ll break that vicious cycle myself.”
Maybe naive justice-boner talk. But I had a deep-seated rage against drugs. Beyond abusing the human brain… I’d seen too many attractive women ruined by them—forced into sex services, then driven to death.
Actress Ji Woon-young, a rising star, jumped into the Han River right before a prosecutor’s probe into drugs and sex services. She was one of my favorites… Countless actresses and female idols had taken their own lives on drugs. Suicide or silenced? Hard to say. But beautiful women burned out at these power players’ drug sex parties weren’t rare.
And my ex-wife Shin Serin at the center of it all.
“If I go to the party… can you open the door when I signal?”
“Yeah. I can do that.”
“Good. Countin’ on you.”
“Can I hop in the shower real quick?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
She got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, thick cum dripping from her ass.
[4,8,5]
We’d fucked a ton. But no matter how much sex, the countdown didn’t budge. Those numbers floating above my head had to increase some other way.
“Hmm, if sex doesn’t move the countdown…”
I pictured a happy circuit: even if it hit zero, I probably wouldn’t die at least. Plus, Beelzebub chat time was coming up soon—I could check then.
I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Why had this country suddenly become a drug republic? One day, girl groups were trafficking, certain agencies nicknamed “pharmacies.” Drunk murders make the news, but drug-fueled killings? Buried. Only if they run over someone with a Rolls-Royce do you get a one-liner.
Drugs had become untouchable holy ground. Corporate chairmen all hooked, celeb sex services and drugs treated like snacks.
“Why the fuck don’t they bust it?”
Even downy-haired Choi Seo-ah was a murderer and dealer. I’d given her a creampie gift, deep sex, and forged deep rapport bonds… but I had no plans to make her my woman. Just a tool for revenge.
I wouldn’t fall for pussy-brained decisions anymore. One Shin Serin was enough.
Choi Seo-ah keeping her virginity in this scene was a miracle.
“Gotta have good parents, huh. Dad a total womanizer. Tsk tsk.”
I wondered what went down at Nam Seohee’s parties. And what my wife had been up to there… Clock read 9:15. Time before the party. Needed to squeeze more intel from Choi Seo-ah.
Snooping her room, I spotted a familiar face in a photo. Totally unexpected.
“What the…? Holy shit.”
I rubbed my eyes and checked the other pics closely. Yep, someone I knew. Photos from childhood too.
“Seo-ah. Who’s the guy in the pics on your desk?”
She called from the shower, “Oh… that’s Dad!”
Fuck… Choi Dong-jin’s daughter… was Choi Seo-ah??
Huge shock. Department head Choi Dong-jin always bragged about his daughter. Especially after a few drinks at company dinners: “My girl makes more money than me! Tarot reader, famous in Gangnam they say.” Endless boasting.
Recalled he was from Busan—working on that dialect was tough, he’d said. Knew he and U Mi-young were dating from catching them kissing in the parking garage. Flustered pair begged me to keep it secret.
“The womanizer… was Department Head Choi Dong-jin?”
Handsome guy, women never stopped. Easy to buy. But how’d he react learning his precious daughter was a killer and dealer… Suddenly felt suffocated.
Shower stopped. Moments later, Choi Seo-ah emerged wrapped in just a towel. Water droplets fell from her bobbed hair, trailing down her shoulders.
“Feels refreshing.”
She smiled. With rapport locked in, she beamed every time she saw me. Now I saw it—Choi Dong-jin’s features faintly in her face. That sharp nose, small monolid eyes. Handsome on a man, but on a woman? No “stunning beauty” compliments.
“Got a question for you too.”
I sat up on the bed.
“What?”
“You’re close with Shin Serin unnie, right?”
She trailed off. “Yeah.”
Her mouth gaped, eyes widening. Choi Seo-ah didn’t bother hiding her jealousy.
“For real?? Don’t tell me she’s your girlfriend? You see stuff at parties I don’t.”
“Not my girlfriend.”
She was my wife. “Phew~ Good thing~”
“What’d you see? Tell me straight.”
Choi Seo-ah walked to the closet and dropped the towel. Her wet body bare. She casually grabbed underwear and started dressing.
“Fentanyl, ecstasy, weed, now even LSD—every drug imaginable. But Shin Serin unnie… she’s the queen bee.”
“Queen bee?”
“Most popular at parties. Does threesomes a lot… Power players love her best. Heard she’s a lobbyist.”
Shin Serin a lobbyist? From karaoke helper to tenpro, straight to lobbyist. Timeline matched our marriage. Now I got why she’d begged for this prime Gangnam spot as our newlywed home.
Best decision I ever made was buying it. Had cash then, took a loan. Right across from Nam Seohee’s place… Puzzle pieces clicked.
I’d been perfectly used by Shin Serin. Needed the “handsome chef’s wife” signboard. And to run drug sex parties with Nam Seohee…
Fuck… I’d even supplied party food at her request for a while. Contract for state-guest hotel breakfasts—she handled sourcing. My party dishes went straight to drug sex orgies.
Realizing that, rage shook my body.
“What’s Nam Seohee’s role? She the main dealer, right?”
“Seohee unnie’s got connections. Lots of South America trips—routes in Colombia. North Korea and Cambodia too, they say.”
More global than I thought. Demon hunter now—why not become drug lords’ nightmare too?
Shin Serin… you fucked with the wrong guy.
Choi Seo-ah stood before the mirror in black lace bra and panties. Her clit piercing faintly visible through the fabric.
“Know who’s coming to the party?”
“Young pretty girls and powerful guys with clout. Mostly.”
“Like who?”
“Rich folks… politicians, businessmen. Celebs sometimes.”
She picked a short black miniskirt and white blouse. All her skirts hugged her thighs tight. Blouse sheer—black bra ghosted underneath.
“This okay?”
“Looks good.”
She smiled. “Thanks. Lots of this style at parties.”
She sat at the vanity, starting makeup. Base first, building bolder. Focused on eyes and lips. Tiny face took makeup perfectly.
“You… planning to kill everyone at the party?”
She’d read my killing intent. Still thought I was a hitman.
I grabbed her ass lightly where she perched on the stool.
“Why you think that?”
“Mister, you’re from a rival cartel, right? I didn’t choose dealing drugs.”
“I’m a killer sent by another drug cartel?”
“Duh.”
Choi Seo-ah grinned at my reflection. I smiled back, dodging the question.
Bigger shock: multiple drug cartels in South Korea.
“Could be wrong? Maybe just a pussy doc who wants to inject you with cum.”
“Heh.”
Her cute giggle made her seem every bit the innocent girl.
“Choi Seo-ah, how’d you end up here?”
I wondered how Department Head Choi Dong-jin’s beloved daughter fell this far.