Please Don't Throw Me Away
I came back to Inyoung's place in the evening, under a sky gone dusky blue.
The door-lock code was exactly what I'd glanced over her shoulder the first day. From the entryway tiles on in, sticky streaks glistened, and the T-shirt and underwear dropped on the floor were mottled with stains gone dry and stiff. They'd been getting along real well.
"I'm back."
I kicked off my shoes, stepped inside, and shrugged out of my shirt and pants without a second thought. Naked, with nothing but my phone in hand, I crossed to the leather sofa and dropped onto it.
"Master... nnh... you're here...?"
The voice came from the dining table by the kitchen. Inyoung lay on her back across the tabletop, both legs flung toward the ceiling in a wide M. Junhyuk stood between them, sucking at one of her breasts while his sweat-slick hips drove up into her without a pause.
Plap! Squelch, schlick!
"Nn—haah! M-Master...!"
They didn't stop even with me standing right there. Had they even bothered to eat first? A half-finished pizza box teetered at the very edge of the table. Inyoung fisted a hand in Junhyuk's hair, tipped her chin toward me like she was begging, and stretched her other arm out.
"Master... please... put yours in too..."
"No."
The hand she'd reached with fell limp onto Junhyuk's shoulder. My head was somewhere else. I watched the two of them for a moment, then looked away and tipped my face up at the ceiling. With the wet friction filling the living room and Inyoung's panting moans for background music, I let my arms and legs go slack.
The second I closed my eyes, the afternoon came back. That bulk of a man, awake again in 8.1 seconds. So my ability wasn't all-powerful after all. And Kang Hayeon, the one I'd brushed past in the lobby.
She keeps coming back to me. If I could get my hooks into her, too.
The thought alone put a heavy ache between my legs.
Bzzzt.
I lit the screen. One message was waiting.
"Huh...?"
It hadn't even been half a day since I'd turned in the paperwork and finished the physical. I hadn't so much as seen an interviewer's face. They hired people just like that? Whatever. Didn't matter. It was Team 3, and Hayeon was on Team 3. Things were lining up nicely.
"Hnnnnghh—! Ah, aahn!"
"Kkh—! Hnngh!"
Over at the table Inyoung threw her head back and screamed herself hoarse, Junhyuk's rough breathing tangled up in it.
God, they were loud. I stayed sunk in the sofa, turned my chin toward them, and tossed it out, curt.
"Shower, and clean the house."
The moment the order landed, Junhyuk's hips stopped dead and his cock slipped out of her. I buried myself deeper in the cushions and shut my eyes again. Sleep came down fast.
The instant I opened my eyes, I grabbed the phone off the table. 2:14. I sat up and perched on the edge of the sofa.
The living room, which should have been dark, blazed under the fluorescent lights. Floor and furniture gleamed without a speck of dust, and a faint smell of detergent still hung in the air. The cleaning had finished a while ago. I dragged a finger along the corner of the table, and the tip squeaked.
Junhyuk was up on a chair, wiping the fluorescent shade. Inyoung was crouched in the entryway, putting a shine on my shoes. Right. I'd given the order and then passed out. I'd laid it down in the morning, and it still hadn't worn off after a full day. What made these two different from the man who'd woken up in the booth? Maybe because they'd already been scared once, and broken.
"You two. Come here."
Junhyuk climbed down off the chair at once. Inyoung set the shoe aside and stood. They came and stood side by side at my feet, heads bowed low.
The inside of Inyoung's thigh caught my eye. Her pussy was swollen, and slick was still beading and dripping from it. I'd cranked her sensitivity up several times over, so even a light bit of friction left her like that. I watched the pair of them with my chin propped on my hand, then opened my mouth.
"Get dressed, go to bed. When you wake up, you forget everything from that alley until now."
Tears spilled from Inyoung's unfocused eyes, ran down her cheeks, and gathered at the point of her chin.
Why are you crying. I looked up at Junhyuk, standing beside her.
"I'll put your sensitivity back the way it was, too. We're square now, yeah?"
"...Yes."
"You can skip the tha—"
Junhyuk dropped to his knees where he stood and pressed his forehead to the floor. Well, look at that.
"...Thank you."
"Go on."
The two of them turned and walked toward the master bedroom. At the threshold Inyoung stopped and dipped her head.
"...Good night, Master."
The door shut.
I lay on my side on the sofa and pillowed my head on my arm. Without Inyoung putting me to sleep, the quiet felt a little empty. Had I actually gotten attached in that short a time? I tossed for a bit, then got up off the sofa, crossed the living room, and turned the bedroom doorknob.
Click.
A thin wash of streetlight came in through the gap. A faint smell of fabric softener drifted in the room. Junhyuk lay with his back to the window side, breathing in a steady rhythm, sunk so deep he didn't so much as twitch. Beside him, Inyoung was curled on her side in lavender pajamas.
I went over and set a knee on the end of the mattress. Leaning down, I brought my lips right up to the ear showing through her tousled hair.
"Inyoung."
Her closed lashes trembled. Her eyes slid open, unfocused, and took me in.
"Master...?"
I lifted a finger and laid it vertically across her parting lips.
"Shh."
Her jaw locked. The faint ripple in her eyes went still, and at that one signal silence settled over her face. I took the finger away, slipped in behind her, and lay down pressed close. When I wrapped an arm around her waist, the curve of her lower back came through the thin pajama top and met my chest.
I slid that hand down and caught the waistband of her pajama pants. I drew the loose elastic down past her knees, and her bare ass settled against my lower stomach. My fingertips traced the seam; it flinched, then went wet almost at once. I wedged one leg between her thighs and set the head of my hardened cock against the slick entrance.
Right in front of her nose, not even a handspan away, Junhyuk's back rose and fell.
"Don't make a sound."
I nipped her ear and whispered it, and Inyoung nodded, her trembling hand clenched in the pillowcase. I didn't rush. Quietly, very slowly, I pushed in.
Press—
"Hnn...!"
Inyoung bit down on her lip and smothered her mouth in the pillow. I'd already set her sensitivity back to normal, so she didn't scream and black out the way she had earlier. The hot inside of her opened a finger's width at a time and closed around me all the way to the root, no gap left.
"Ah... hnn... nnh..."
Afraid Junhyuk would wake, she swallowed the sound and only hauled in breath. Her walls shivered and gripped the shaft tight. I drew my hips back slow, then pushed in deep again.
Schlick. Squelch.
I'd gone back and forth like that, unhurried, a few times, when the bedding rustled. Junhyuk, asleep beside us, yanked the blanket and rolled hard. Half turned over, his arm flopped across and landed on top of the arm I had around Inyoung's waist.
She and I both stopped breathing.
Tick. Tick.
Inyoung went rigid in my arms. Down below, she clenched in a startled squeeze. Junhyuk turned his back again and drew his arm away. His breathing settled into an even rhythm.
Now that was a thrill.
Inyoung let out the breath she'd been holding, careful. In that gap she caught the forearm around her in both hands. There was a lot of strength in her fingers. She turned her head back, fumbled along the line of my jaw, and brought her mouth to mine.
Mm. Wet.
Tongues tangled, and the breath that had been about to escape mixed inside our mouths. As if she knew this was the last time, her lips clung on all the more desperately. Still kissing her, I pushed the hips I'd held still back in.
"Nnh...!"
The moan broke only inside the seal of our mouths. The kiss that had gone on and on pulled apart with a soft sound.
"Master..."
I couldn't tell if the face was a plea or a lure. I rose, caught her hips, and drew her toward me. Pressing her waist down flat onto her stomach left only her ass lifted high. From behind, I pushed my cock in again.
Slide—
"Nn, hht...!"
Inyoung buried her face deep in the pillow and swallowed the cry trying to tear out of her. I took a firm hold of her hips. The bed was one hard thrust from creaking, so instead of snapping my waist I ground in, heavy and slow.
Squelch. Squelch.
Only the breath muffled in the pillow leaked out, low. Junhyuk slept on as if a wall stood between us, knowing nothing, and right beside him Inyoung trembled in small shivers, speared on my cock. Her pajama top had ridden up to the small of her back. Sweat-damp skin gleamed in the dark.
I kept moving like that for a long while. There was no reason to hurry. I laid my hand over the one of hers that had been clawing the sheet and pressed down. Her fingers threaded between mine and locked.
She came first. Her back shuddered in one long tremor. She never made a sound. Clenched inside that shaking heat, I didn't last long either. I hauled her hips in tight and drove all the way to the deepest point.
Pulse. Pulse.
Hot semen spat out in thick spurts.
Almost a shame to let her go.
I let go of the hand on her hip. Strength left her, and she collapsed sideways with a soft drop. When my cock slipped out, semen welled from the parted flesh and ran down her thigh in thick spills. I got off the bed. The fingers that had been laced with mine loosened and fell onto the sheet.
Inyoung stayed curled, her whole body shivering in fine tremors. Sticky with sweat and cum, she covered one eye with a hand and wiped at the tears sliding over her cheek. The eye she hadn't covered looked up at me. A tear gathered in the unfocused pupil and dropped onto the pillow.
I didn't answer. I turned and walked out of the room.
Click.
The door shut, and the dark inside the room and Inyoung's gaze were cut off at once. Sleep was a lost cause after that.
A few hours later the window paled to a blue-gray, and then morning sun came in. I showered and came out to find yesterday's discarded shirt and pants washed and pressed razor-sharp. Diligent of them. I got dressed and made do with a sandwich and milk from the fridge.
The house was quiet. Loud as it had been last night. Bye-bye. I tossed the empty milk carton in the sink, put on the polished shoes, and stepped out the front door.
Clack. Beep.
The morning air felt colder than it should have.
The sidewalk was packed with the morning commute. I stopped at a red light and ended up wedged between a woman with earphones in and an office worker holding a takeout coffee. Across the street, a couple with their arms linked waited on the signal. The woman hung off her boyfriend's arm, chattering about something.
Inyoung crossed my mind, sudden.
"I'm saying, why are you flipping the unit price now? You gonna talk sense, or what?"
A middle-aged man with his phone to his ear came up, face screwed tight with irritation.
Thud.
Striding past, he drove his shoulder into my right one.
"Ah, for—don't just stand there like an idiot in the middle of the walkway, move!"
He didn't even look me in the face. He clicked his tongue and turned his head toward the light. My fingertips itched. I glanced around. Everyone was staring at their phones.
"Hey."
The man stopped talking and turned, annoyed.
"What?"
I took my right hand out of my pocket. His eyes followed it.
Snap.
The focus scattered out of his pupils. A voice was still leaking from the other end of the phone, but his lips only hung open, awkward, and froze. I put my mouth by his ear and murmured, low.
"When the light changes, cross while you spin like a top."
The man nodded, blank. The signal turned green. People poured across the crosswalk all at once. He suddenly shot both arms straight out, then stepped onto the crossing, turning round and round.
"Uh, uh? What's wrong with that guy?"
People passing nearby flinched and split to either side. From the phone in his outstretched hand, hello? hello? spun right along with him. Giggles and muttering mixed together from every direction.
"Drunk this early in the morning?"
When he reached the far side he staggered, then barely caught his balance. That's what you get for running your mouth. I lifted my head, and the S.A.T.O headquarters building flashed in the sunlight. Come to think of it, what was S.A.T.O short for? I pulled out my phone and typed it into the search bar.
S.A.T.O: Special Anomaly Tactical Operations. The Special Anomaly Tactical Operations Bureau.
Hell of a grandiose name.
09:00 sharp. The first-floor lobby of S.A.T.O New Seoul Headquarters was crowded with employees coming in to work. I looked around once. No sign of Hayeon. Well, of course she wouldn't be down here at this hour. I went up to the information desk and held out the registration card I'd been issued yesterday.
"Mr. Kim Dohyun. You're the new recruit for Team 3."
The staffer smiled, pleasant, and handed me a temporary access badge on a lanyard.
"Take the elevator up to the tenth floor. The entire tenth floor is Team 3's area."
"Thank you."
I hung the badge around my neck, passed the gate, and got on the elevator. Just before the doors closed, two men stepped in. One of them flicked a glance at my badge and nudged the man beside him.
"Team 3 rookie."
"...Lucky."
They didn't say anything more. They got off at an intermediate floor just like that. Fair enough to be jealous.
Ding.
The doors opened on the tenth floor. The hallway, laid with dark gray carpet, was quiet, nothing like the lobby downstairs. I looked around. Immediately left of the elevator was a storage-room door, and beside it a sign caught my eye.
I stopped in front of the door. From inside, someone's laughter leaked out, faint. I straightened my shirt collar and hiked up the waist of my pants. Here we go. I lifted a fist to knock, and in that exact moment—
Click.
The door swung open from the inside without warning.
"Haaahm..."
A man walked out in the middle of a long, lazy yawn. He looked about my height. He had on a loose black T-shirt, but even through the cloth his shoulders and forearms showed solid. Dark brown curls he hadn't styled at all hung shaggy over his forehead. Sleepy eyes, the outer corners drooping hard, took their time looking me up and down. The corner of his mouth crooked up.
"Oh, the rookie? Come on in."