Chapter 62: Anticlimactically Bland
“Do you really think Kwon Ye-seul will come to this house?”
Park Somwol said this to her close friend Kang Ye-jin, who shared ownership of Han Siwoo.
In response, Ye-jin—who had been clutching her side with her hand—looked at Somwol and gave a clear answer.
“Of course she will. But honestly, knowing that woman's personality, things probably won't go exactly as I expect.”
“Hmm, yeah, that's true. But why did you call her here? What if she brings the cops...?”
Park Somwol shot Ye-jin a worried glance, suddenly reminded that Kwon Ye-seul was a former National Intelligence Service agent.
Come to think of it, everything she and her friend had done was straight-up illegal. Kidnapping, forming a violent gang... If the police showed up, arrest was inevitable.
“You always assume the worst. Don't worry. Those guards have been scrubbed clean as company employees ages ago. And the Siwoo issue is already...”
Kang Ye-jin glanced at Han Siwoo lying there.
His dick stood erect, and he lay on his back with his belly exposed like a happy puppy begging for pets. There wasn't a trace of the proud man he used to be.
Did places like those seedy red-light districts even have guys into this kind of play?
“Heh heh...”
Kang Ye-jin couldn't help but chuckle, pleased at the fact that she'd corrupted Han Siwoo this much with her pussy. He wasn't even human anymore. More like a dildo—yeah, that fit better.
“Who could blame us or hold us accountable when Siwoo's ended up like this? Siwoo-ya, you gonna throw us in jail?”
“N-nooo...”
“Good boy. See? Now we've got nothing to worry about.”
She flashed her friend a grin.
Park Somwol found the woman's smile unsettling and decided not to argue, changing the subject instead.
Yeah, better that way.
Park Somwol pointed a finger at Kang Ye-jin's side.
“So then, why've you been clutching your side like that since earlier? You said there's nothing to worry about.”
Kang Ye-jin was cradling her perfectly fine side as if someone had punched her hard. For someone insisting there was no cause for concern, the gesture felt way too off.
“This is like trauma therapy. You learned about it in humanities class, right? Treatment's done in stages.”
Kang Ye-jin removed her hand from her throbbing, uninjured side and picked up the white pill bottle on the table. Pills rattled into her palm.
She swallowed them with water, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes, waiting for the painkillers to kick in.
Park Somwol watched the sweat beading on her forehead and spoke up.
“...You sure we don't need to call in the guards? If I were Kwon Ye-seul, I'd sashimi you and me alive.”
As an elite, Park Somwol couldn't wrap her head around Ye-jin's actions. How could she provoke like that in the video while being this scared? And why invite her at all? Common sense said to avoid scary opponents entirely.
To Somwol, Kang Ye-jin was just an incomprehensible person.
She's not even dumb.
Somwol let out a deep sigh of frustration.
“I told you already. This is just to overcome my trauma.”
Hearing the sigh, Kang Ye-jin just smirked.
So much for being an elite—she couldn't even follow basic logic.
“I'm not gonna lose. To do that, I can't run. I have to face her.”
“Face her? Kwon Ye-seul?”
“Yeah.”
Kang Ye-jin recalled that day again.
The day she'd lost to Kwon Ye-seul as a woman, as a fighter. Thinking back still made her guts churn with nausea.
The sense of loss from having Siwoo stolen away haunted her nightmares.
I just want to sleep peacefully now.
Han Siwoo was in her hands. But she still felt like he'd been taken.
From his heart, from Kwon Ye-seul's heart... She wanted to erase each other completely from both.
Then the nightmares would fade.
Smoothly, Kang Ye-jin stroked Siwoo's white belly.
Animals exposed their vulnerable bellies to signal surrender after defeat... How far had the human Han Siwoo fallen?
As a male, as a sentient being, he'd abandoned everything.
Pathetic.
That's how she sized him up: a lust-addled, brainless horny male.
Of course, she still thought of him as her most precious being above all else.
“I thought you'd dug a trap for me.”
Seriously.
I figured you'd hidden some thug punks and they'd swarm me the second I walked in, trying to dogpile.
“No idea what balls you've got leaving you alone like this.”
Am I being underestimated? That pisses me off.
If you're facing me, bring at least twenty guys, damn it.
“You didn't take Siwoo hostage, did you...?”
“No, we wouldn't do that.”
“Good.”
Relief. If you had, you wouldn't have died pretty.
I slammed the bottle down on the reception table with a clink. Fancy cup, but it's not coming out of my pocket.
“You didn't call me for tea. Let's cut to the chase.”
I reached out, grabbed Park Somwol by the collar, and yanked her forward.
Crash—tea and snacks spilled across the table, dirtying the floor and her suit.
“Exactly ten seconds. Don't dodge, or fewer bones break.”
“W-wait, calm do—!”
“Calm? You fucking bitch. Bring Siwoo!”
Crack!
I balled my other fist and smashed her face—hard enough to hurt like hell but not kill. Her body hit the floor like trash.
“Y-you rude fucking whore...! How dare a so-called professor act like this? And Siwoo was mine from the start!”
“Ha, says the retard who fingered herself watching her boyfriend get fucked. Don't make me laugh!”
Thud!
Know your place. I kicked her gut repeatedly, pouring my rage into every blow.
“Guhk...”
“Hoo, Siwoo. Where'd you hide Siwoo? And where's that bitch Kang Ye-jin? I'm gonna smash her face in.”
Park Somwol didn't matter anymore. It was that one.
Kang Ye-jin, you fucking cunt... Kidnapping my Siwoo and sending that video? You're not dying easy. I'll rip off your limbs and shove 'em up your pussy.
“Kang Ye-jin and Siwoo are in the bedroom... having a real good time. Go find 'em.”
“Hah.”
This fucking bitch, right to the end. Should I stomp her dead here? No... that'd waste too much time.
Killing takes longer than you think. And with her build, she'd fight back.
First things first: Kang Ye-jin.
There's an order to this. You can wait till I get back.
I walked to the bedroom door she'd pointed at, gripped the knob, and pushed inside.
Creeeak—the door swung open slowly...
And there was Siwoo, fucking Kang Ye-jin.
“You fucking...”
I unwrapped my watch and wound it around my hand.
Ribs first. Gotta break those.
“Hoo... Being near you always makes my ribs throb.”
“Soon your whole body will. Then it'll stop.”
Step by step, I crossed the stupidly spacious room toward Kang Ye-jin on the bed.
Only then did she leap up naked, arms crossed over her lower belly.
Not her face? Don't tell me this bitch too...
Pregnant.
Not out of nowhere. She'd taken Siwoo's thick loads raw for so long.
Instinctively protecting her womb? Prioritizing the kid over herself...
“Tch.”
I clicked my tongue.
This cowardly cunt had gotten knocked up during the kidnapping.
No, you can't tell that soon...
That day. In the bathroom toilet, after the creampie. She'd gotten pregnant then.
Damn bitch...!
“...You noticed too, huh. Sharp eye—took me days to confirm.”
Kang Ye-jin smiled at me.
“You lost to me. As a female. As Siwoo's mate.”
“You fucking...”
My hands shook with rage.
Laying a hand on her now would look bad.
I glanced at Siwoo. His worried eyes weren't on me—they were on her.
If I hit her... I'd lose Siwoo forever.
“I won.”
Kang Ye-jin said it with ecstatic triumph.