Scapegoat 2

Long time no see, Han Areum.

National power-level beauty. There was something special about Han Areum's allure.

Thud.

The Bentley showroom door closed heavily, blocking out the outside noise. The pressure difference made my ears pop. That was the downside of cars with top-notch soundproofing and shielding.

Han Areum, seated in the passenger side, flashed me a Joker Smile. Unlike Yuri-na's clumsy act, her performance was pretty damn convincing. I returned a light Joker Smile of my own and slid into the driver's seat.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I spotted U Mi-young's silhouette hiding behind a pillar and smirked.

Section Chief, you're being way too obvious. Working hard for that quest, huh?

I'd been tailing her movements. At lunch, she'd suddenly headed somewhere, and I'd followed. I was a bit surprised to learn she was targeting Han Areum, a survivor. If Section Chief U Mi-young was after Han Areum... there was a high chance she was planning to kill her. Couldn't have that.

Killing off a national power-level beauty would be a problem.

I fired up my beloved Bentley. The 12-cylinder engine rumbled low. Han Areum in the seat next to me stared straight ahead, tense as hell. She had to firmly believe I was a Shell.

Those numbers floating above her head hadn't changed since I'd set them. Since that day, it seemed she hadn't gotten intimate with anyone else.

Heh heh. Now none of my women can cheat on me behind my back.

I gripped the wheel with a blank Shell-like expression. Eyes forward, I leaned ever so slightly toward her. My shoulder brushed hers.

She flinched. I felt her shoulder tremble faintly. She held her breath. But then, feigning nonchalance, she stared at the windshield with empty eyes. Perfect Shell acting.

Cute. She's got some real talent for this.

I chuckled inwardly and brushed her shoulder again, more deliberately this time. I could feel the softness of her skin through her clothes. At the same time, I pressed the accelerator gently. As the car pulled away, Han Areum's breathing grew a touch ragged. She didn't know where we were going. Being "kidnapped" by a Shell would make anyone anxious.

I had to stifle a laugh at Section Chief U Mi-young's ridiculous expression in the rearview mirror.

Han Areum swallowed dryly in the passenger seat, her throat bobbing slightly. She was desperately maintaining her Shell act, but her body was reacting honestly.

I mimicked the slow, awkward movements typical of a Shell as I shifted gears. Pretending my hand slipped, I brushed her thigh. Soft, springy texture.

"…!"

Her body stiffened instantly. She glanced at me in surprise, but when she saw my blank stare fixed ahead, she looked away again. I didn't miss the faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.

As expected, a body that's been with me can't help but react.

Savoring her responses, I pretended to focus on driving. But every nerve was tuned to Han Areum beside me. Her subtle facial shifts, her breaths, her tremors—they were all fascinating subjects of observation.

The car slowly circled the Gangnam roads. Officially a test drive for inspection, but the real goal was different. Stripping away her Shell mask in this sealed space.

Pretending to gaze blankly out the window like a Shell, I held the wheel with my left hand and let my right drift downward naturally. I placed it near her knee. No direct contact, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠close enough to touch anytime. That subtle tension would press on her.

Han Areum stared out the window, trying to play it cool, but I saw her fingers clutching her skirt hem tightly. She was uneasy. Doubts that I might not be a Shell, memories of our past—it was all confusing her.

I brushed her thigh again, more blatantly this time. The back of my hand slowly stroked her soft skin.

"Hngh…"

A tiny moan slipped from her lips. She bit them hastily, but it was too late. I'd heard it clear as day.

I turned to look at her, my blank Shell face cracking into a single Joker Smile. Mine carried a different meaning.

I know all your reactions. So cute.

She responded with her own Joker Smile, then averted her gaze out the window. Her nape flushed red. She was drowning in extreme shame, fear, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠maybe even a hint of anticipation.

I faced forward again and drove on. Then, like a Shell, I started mumbling meaningless words.

"Tires… air pressure… engine oil… replace…"

But my hand lingered near her knee. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid it toward her inner thigh. Exposed bare skin.

Her breathing turned fully ragged. Her chest heaved. She twisted slightly to evade my touch, but in the cramped car, it was impossible. My fingertips grazed the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Soft and hot.

"…!"

Her body shuddered like she'd been shocked. She turned to me, unable to hold back any longer. Her eyes swirled with confusion, fear, and an indefinable emotion. Cracks were forming in her Shell mask.

Maintaining my blank expression, I gently stroked her thigh. Her body twitched under my touch.

Han Areum turned away again. But her body kept trembling. Her pussy was probably already leaking by now. Our intense past experience had been etched into her body.

I steered into a quiet alley. Deserted. Here, I could get bolder.

I parked and killed the engine. Silence enveloped us. Only our breathing filled the car.

Slowly, I turned to face her. She stared back, rigid with tension. Her eyes wavered anxiously.

Like a Shell, I reached out and caressed her cheek. Her skin burned hot. Her body jerked.

"…!"

Han Areum froze. Her wide eyes shook with fear. I gripped her chin and pulled her face close. Her sweet breath washed over me. In her eyes, fear mingled with another rising emotion.

Desire.

Even in her Shell act, her body reacted honestly. I stirred her memories. Our first meeting, the fierce sex in this very car. Her grinding on top of me, her hot depths, her moans…

Han Areum's face burned crimson. She tried to shake her head, but my grip on her chin held her fast. Her gaze shook violently.

I brought my lips near hers. They quivered. Her breath touched my lips. She desperately denied reality, wishing I was a Shell. Only then could she explain this situation, her body's betrayal.

I lightly sucked her lips. Soft and sweet. She didn't resist. Couldn't. Her body already craved me. Her mind reeled in confusion, but her body followed the memory of pleasure.

My hand found the zipper of her dress. Ziiip—her back was exposed. Black bra straps against pale skin. Her body trembled faintly.

"Hngh…"

A moan escaped her. I unzipped fully and slipped my hand over her shoulder to unhook her bra. Her ample breasts spilled forward. D-cup, no, easily E-cup giants. Pink nipples already hard.

Just like that day.

I cupped her breast gently. Squishy and warm. Her body shuddered again. Her eyes began to glaze.

I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked softly. Her back arched like a bow.

"Haa… mmph…"

Her resistance was perfunctory. Her hands clutched my hair, but without force to push away. If anything, pulling me closer. Pleasure from her body's memory was overtaking her.

As I fondled her breast, my other hand roamed under her dress. No panties. Just like that day. My fingers met her soaked pussy. Drenched already. Her body was primed to take me.

I slid a finger slowly inside. Hot, tight depths. Her walls clenched around it. A sensation her body remembered.

"Haht…! Ah…"

She couldn't hold back her moans anymore. I moved my finger, stimulating her insides. Her body began to tremble violently. Her Shell mask was peeling away completely.

Pretending to whisper in her ear, I unzipped my pants. My rock-hard cock sprang out. Han Areum's eyes widened at the sight. Overwhelmed by its size and presence. Fear mixed with intense curiosity in her gaze. She was starting to see me as just a horny Shell.

I guided her hand to my cock. It trembled. She hesitated, then slowly wrapped around it. Hot and rigid. Her hand began stroking up and down. Awkward, but instinctive. As her body remembered.

I withdrew my finger from her pussy. Positioned my cock at her entrance. Her body tensed. Han Areum closed her eyes. Resigned, or expectant. Her folds parted slightly, ready to welcome me.

Her mind was a mess, but her body hungered for pleasure. Slowly but firmly, I thrust inside.

"Haaaah!"

Her scream filled the car. Hot, narrow walls gripped me tight. That day's sensation flooded my body again. Her Shell mask shattered, leaving only human Han Areum's instincts.

"Hnnngh~"

Her nails dug into my back. As my cock plunged deep, her body bowed like a bow. Tight hot walls writhed, squeezing me fiercely. Like her body was reliving that day, reacting on instinct. Her pussy remembered me.

"Haht…! Mmph… Ah…"

Her moans were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pure pleasure now, no holding back. I gripped her waist and began slow thrusts. Wet squelching filled the cramped car. Her juices slicked our union.

Whispering in her ear, I drove deeper. My tip hit her cervix, and her body jolted hard. Her eyes widened at me. Shock mingled with undeniable ecstasy. Still confused, but her body was utterly conquered. Her legs wrapped my waist, craving deeper penetration. Her body moved on pleasure's memory.

I grabbed her breast again. The soft flesh overflowed my hand. I rolled her nipple, and her walls clenched harder. Her body hypersensitive to my touch.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

I ramped up the pace, pounding her relentlessly. Her body slammed against the seat. Her moans grew louder, face twisted in bliss.

Her reason numbed, only instinct remained, accepting me fully.

"Haa… haa… too… deep… ahht!"

Complaining about the depth. She'd forgotten she was supposed to be a Shell. Tears streamed from her eyes. Pain or overwhelming pleasure? I licked them away. Salty. I wanted to taste all of her.

I hoisted her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy fully exposed. This position hit her deepest spots. Recreating that peak moment when she'd clung to me that day.

She tried to speak, but my cock silenced her. Precisely hitting her G-spot, her body convulsed. Her most sensitive area, remembered by her flesh.

"Aaaahk!"

Her scream peaked. Her walls spasmed wildly, milking my cock. She'd climaxed. Like that day, no, more intensely.

I ignored her orgasm and kept thrusting. Her body rocked helplessly in pleasure's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠waves. Her will broken, body enslaved to ecstasy.

I came deep inside. Hot semen flooded her womb. Her body spasmed one last time and went limp. Her eyes lost focus, staring into space.

I pulled out slowly after. White cum leaked between her thighs. She panted, eyes closed. Sweat-matted hair clung to her face. Her body quivered with aftershocks.

I straightened my clothes and looked down at her. Confusion, pleasure's afterglow, and a touch of fear mixed on her face.

I restarted the car and headed back to the showroom. Han Areum beside me remained still, eyes shut.

What was she thinking? Rage? Shame? Or… another kind of desire?

Parking in front of the showroom, she slowly opened her eyes. Deep confusion, and intense emotion toward me. Fear? Or something else? Unclear.

I said nothing, just opened her door. She hesitated, then stepped out slowly. Her legs wobbled. She seemed about to say something but held back. She adjusted her clothes, but the traces of sex wafted from her body.

She didn't enter the showroom right away, standing by the car, staring at me. Her lips moved, but no words came. Her eyes churned with complex emotions.

Something feels intense.

I shot her a Joker Smile and drove off. In the rearview, she stood frozen, watching my car. Her silence brimmed with pre-storm tension.

Did she figure out I'm a survivor?

Gazing at her eyes in the mirror, I quietly pressed the accelerator.