Episode 60 - The Mysterious USB (1)
"Let's keep it super concise with that bitch."
Kang Ye-jin stared straight into Park Somwol's eyes and spelled it out, word for deliberate word.
Somwol should've had something to say back, but she seemed utterly uninterested—just clamped her mouth shut.
"Tch." Ye-jin sighed heavily, eyeing her like a sack of rice dumped in the middle of the floor, then pressed on. "Real straight to the point, nothing long-winded... Like, for example: Han Siwoo belongs to us now. That's the one sentence. Just notify her with that."
"How's that sound? Feels good, right? Huh?"
"Then that dumb bitch'll crash hard, all her strength drained. What woman wouldn't when her man's corrupted by another girl..."
"I'll just keep jerking him off right into my hand like this. Got it?"
Ye-jin felt her patience hit its limit. Back in high school, no one dared cut her off like that! This fucking bitch, just a bit bigger and a tad better in a fight, ignoring her words completely...
"...I'm talking here. Can't you stop that shit for a sec?"
"Yeah, ah..."
"Hahk, hahk, haaahk..."
She had Siwoo's cock gripped tight, plopped him on her knee, and was shaking him up and down, milking out spurt after spurt of cum.
They'd done it so many times already, the marble floor of the living room where the two women sat was on the verge of being stained white with fluid.
Of course, Ye-jin didn't find it filthy—in fact, she thought it was a waste—but getting interrupted still pissed her off.
"Haa..."
"Sorry, I'll listen properly now."
"Forget it. Keep doing your thing. I'm heading in to rest."
"Oh, yeah..."
Ye-jin rubbed her temple like her head was killing her. They were supposed to be plotting every scheme they had just to take on that Kwon Ye-seul bitch—what the hell was this nonsense?
BAM! She slammed the door hard as a petty protest before going inside.
She could've spewed curses right in her face—they were equals in status—but for some reason, she didn't want to do it in front of Siwoo.
"Fuck..."
Even now, picturing that brute's face made her bruised ribs ache like hell. Seeing her so casually toying with Siwoo's dick right there? It boiled her blood.
Damn it...
Her delicate hand trembled involuntarily. It was the terror etched into her brain from that day, packed full of pain.
After that incident, Ye-jin had hired hitmen over and over for revenge, throwing money and manpower at it—but knocking her down was impossible, no matter what.
If they lived in a place like America or Mexico where guns were easy to get, she'd have killed her ages ago. But in Korea, with its ironclad public safety? Impossible. Street thugs were the limit.
What kind of monster is she...
Frustrated by the string of failures, Ye-jin used Park Somwol's family connections for a background check—and nearly passed out at the results. Her life story was insane.
At 19, selected for the world combat sports tournament. Early 20s, working part-time at the NIS while in college... And in her 30s, a university professor? What the fuck is this woman?
Elite was one thing—this was straight out of some made-up story, a total munchkin character. What kind of bullshit alpha female was this?
Kang Ye-jin, who prided herself as a superior bitch, felt utter defeat staring at that fairy-tale resume.
No wonder Siwoo fell head over heels.
That skill of hers, snatching his heart in an instant—it had to be the majesty of an overwhelming female.
I barely beat her... using drugs.
It was a half-assed victory at best. Even with the drugs, conquering him had been a real struggle. Any other guy would've turned into a cum-brained dog obsessed with pussy after one night exposed to that stuff—but Siwoo held out.
Come to think of it, Siwoo's got a shit brain, but his mental game's solid.
Dragging him home and fucking him like a dog every day couldn't erase that hostile glare in his eyes. He wasn't like your typical guy, squeezing into pussy and submitting to women just to become a daddy.
...How the hell did that Kwon Ye-seul bitch do it?
A grudging respect started bubbling up, which pissed her off even more. She'd barely claimed him with drugs, but that woman did it pure with technique and raw body?
Unfair as fuck. Their first meeting, Ye-jin had pegged her as just some strong, nothing-special brute...
Whatever.
She'd end up a loser bitch soon enough—like dropping from alpha female to beta. Ye-jin couldn't stop her lips from curling up.
Humans loved watching someone more radiant than them crash to earth. And Kang Ye-jin, that slimy bitch, felt her mood lift inevitably.
Can't wait.
Grinning her usual sleazy grin, Ye-jin looked forward to what was coming.
"Hoo..."
I light up a cigarette—the kind I avoided like the plague back in college, terrified some guy might show up. The bad habit I'd quit cold turkey.
Tsssk. Gray smoke curls up lazily into the sky and vanishes.
It's been ages since I quit, but if I don't smoke now, I'll lose my fucking mind. No choice.
"These fucking bitches..."
Rage explodes out of me uncontrollably. Veins bulge on my tanned skin, screaming my fury.
Why am I this pissed? This morning, a mystery USB arrived in the mail.
This is that shit, fuck...
Like in those Japanese hentai mangas—after the protagonist's boyfriend or husband gets stolen, a suspicious video letter shows up. Play it, and boom: footage of the guy getting fucked.
I loved that trope when I read it, but fuck, living it? My blood's boiling.
Hooo... Calm down.
But I'm not some pathetic bitch who collapses sobbing when her man's stolen. Steam shot out my ears the second I got the package, sure... but I regained my cool quick.
"Alright then."
Time to check what's on this USB. Siwoo's been gone two weeks—I'm worried sick.
What if those psychos starve him while raping him nonstop...
Siwoo's already tiny—what if they force-feed him nothing but sex and he turns into a mummy, all skin and bones?
Bad vibes gnawing at me, I yank out the USB and plug it into my PC tower.
Click.
A few mouse clicks, and a video folder pops up on screen.
Those fucking bitches—really know how to toy with a person.
No time to waste. I click the video and hit play.
A bit of buffering, then...
Finally, the footage loads.
A familiar woman in a suit, lounging on the sofa... Park Somwol? Voice from off-screen must be Kang Ye-jin. Just like that bitch said—those two plotted this.
Do they hold some grudge against me? Why pull this shit now...
Somwol flashes me a smug smile, spouting shit I couldn't even reply to. If this weren't a monitor, I'd smash her face in. Too bad, huh?
Somwol's smile freezes for a split second. Like she's spewing hatred right through the screen at me.
Whatever, deal with it.
If it bugs you that much, you should've fucked him better than me.
Rustle.
A small figure shuffles awkwardly into frame. Siwoo...
They didn't starve him, good.
If anything, he looks a bit plumper... Especially his ass. Siwoo always packed on weight there first after eating. Perfect to grab, and now even more so...
Ye-jin points right at the camera. Guess she thinks I'm some weak-minded idiot. If this would break me, I'd have drunk myself stupid and jumped under a train back in college.
Siwoo's ass groped greedily by Somwol, he greets the camera in an excited, high-pitched voice. Haa, I wanna touch it too.
Cliché as hell. How many mangas did they watch to spit that out...
Looks like they're just provoking me... Nothing worth watching here.
I'll shut it off. Hand reaches for the mouse—
Smooch, smooch.
"Huh?"
The moment Siwoo kisses Somwol on screen, my heart starts pounding like mad.
One thing's clear now.
My pants are soaked.