The W Motel
"You worked hard, so let's at least grab some food. I've booked a really nice place."
Park naturally wraps his arm around Seoyeon's waist. She feels a wave of misery, but she can't think of how to resist—or what to do next. She simply lets him lead her out of the empty office by the hand.
Down in the parking lot, Park opens the passenger door of his black sedan for her. The moment Seoyeon slides in, he shuts the door and circles around to the driver's seat. The car reeks of his body odor and stale cigarette smoke. Without a word, he starts the engine and glides out onto the dark city streets.
Seoyeon stares out the window. Where are we going? It can't possibly be some "nice place" like he said.
Ten minutes pass, and the car leaves the glittering heart of Gangnam behind, veering into darker, seedier alleys. Finally, it pulls up in front of a building with a tacky neon sign flashing: W Motel.
Seoyeon lets out a disbelieving "Ha!" and glares at Park with eyes full of contempt and fury. "What the hell is this? You said we were getting food!"
Park turns to her leisurely, engine still running. "What? Did you want to go to some fancy restaurant, light candles, and have a romantic date with a pot-bellied, balding old guy like me?"
"That's not what I meant!" Seoyeon snaps, her irritation exploding.
Park smirks, clearly amused by her reaction. "With that face of yours, you think you can just walk into a restaurant without a mask? Word would spread like wildfire—former top idol Ciel caught cheating with some random old dude. I'm doing this for you. No one's even at the counter here. I went out of my way thinking of your reputation..."
He trails off, then flashes a sleazy grin and whispers in a creepy voice, "Or... should we have gone back to your place for some nice, warm home-cooked meal from our Seoyeon?"
A chill runs down Seoyeon's spine. The thought of him mentioning her most sacred space—her home, her marriage with Cheolsu—snaps something inside her. "Say one more word about my home or my family with that filthy mouth of yours, and I won't hold back. Got it?"
Her voice is low, laced with killing intent. Park's eyes widen in brief surprise, then he waves it off. "Okay, okay. Just kidding, kidding."
He steps out and beckons her. "Come on, get out."
Seoyeon knows it's a motel, but she's terrified someone in a passing car might recognize her. She pulls on her horn-rimmed glasses and baseball cap from her bag. Then, like someone who's given up everything, she quietly follows Park into the spider's web.
He leads her into a room with dingy wallpaper and a musty smell. "Go on, get cleaned up," Park says, tossing his coat onto the sofa.
Seoyeon stands frozen at the entrance. She'd braced herself on the way down, but now, with the bed right in front of her, her mind goes blank. Is this really happening? Do I have to go this far?
While she hesitates, Park sprawls out on the bed like a starfish. He pulls out his phone, glances at the screen, and starts tapping and rubbing the bulge in his pants. A satisfied smile plays on his lips.
Seoyeon can clearly see what's on his phone screen: the most humiliating photo of her from the office just moments ago. The instant she realizes it, she knows she has no room to rebel.
Without a word, she heads into the bathroom. After showering, she emerges in the provided robe. Park hasn't moved.
"I'm done, sir. Now you..."
"I'm not washing up." He cuts her off, bolts upright from the bed, and lunges at her like a beast, shoving her onto the mattress.
"Wait...!"
As he tugs at the robe's knot, Seoyeon grabs his hand with her last ounce of strength. But he whispers calmly into her ear, "Want to see the photos again? Or should I call the Chairman? The disciplinary committee hasn't even started yet."
All strength drains from her body. He yanks the robe wide open, exposing her flawless nude form. Her porcelain skin glows milk-white, crowned by massive, voluptuous breasts she could never fully tame even during her idol days—full, natural volume that defies restraint. They contrast sharply with her cinched waist, flaring into wide hips and long, elegant legs. A perfect body.
He groans in admiration and crushes his mouth against hers. As his tongue ravages her mouth, his hands roam relentlessly over her body. One squeezes her bursting breast, the other slides from her waist to the secret space between her thighs. His rough, thick fingers mash against her slick entrance, and Seoyeon involuntarily twists her hips.
He gropes her everywhere like a madman. He bites red marks into her pale neck, gnaws her nipples with his teeth. Painful moans escape Seoyeon's lips. His tongue laps at her navel, traces the soft inner flesh of her thighs, making her feel even more wretched. She simply closes her eyes and endures it all.
After thoroughly devouring her body, he flips her over, forcing her to her knees at the bed's edge. His cock strains against his pants, its outline stark and intimidating right in front of her face.
"Your turn now."
She hesitates, so he grabs her hair and pulls her forward. With no choice, Seoyeon unbuckles his belt, unzips him. What springs out from his underwear is even more imposing up close than in the office. And the stench—horrific. Unwashed since her blowjob earlier, it reeked of her dried saliva mixed with his precum, sour and fishy.
The smell makes her gag, but it also sends a dizzying haze through her head. Park rubs it against her lips, savoring her reaction. In her humiliation, Seoyeon takes the filthy thing into her mouth. As her lips work on him, he lets out a satisfied groan.
Suddenly, he pulls her up and nods toward his face. "Get on."
"Wait... I can't do that..." She recoils instinctively, but he murmurs low, "Just this once... and tonight's over. I'll handle your husband's situation for good. Promise."
It's an offer she can't refuse. Seoyeon squeezes her eyes shut, climbs atop his face, spreads her legs, and sits. Following his lead, she bends forward, takes his cock back in her mouth, and presses her own sex to his lips. Sixty-nine.
In this debasing position she's never tried before, she's losing her mind between the direct sensation of his tongue lapping her most sensitive spot and the obligation to suck him off. Every flick of his rough tongue on her clit sends involuntary jolts of pleasure through her, making her hips buck against her will.
Park's ministrations are relentless and obscene. His tongue first circles her clit teasingly, softly. Then, like a serpent, it strikes precisely at her core—thrusting, swirling in circles, flattening wide to lick her whole. His thick lips engulf her labia, sucking hard like a vacuum.
Slurp, smack... Lewd sounds echo between their faces.
"Ahh...!" A lewd cry bursts from Seoyeon.
Her mind despises this, but her body betrays her with raw, intense stimulation she hasn't felt in years. Her back arches like a bow, hot nectar flows like honey from between her legs, soaking his tongue. Yet even amid the storm of pleasure below, she doesn't forget her "duty." Her mouth mechanically services Park's cock.
It hardens further with pleasure, jabbing her throat, but she suppresses her gags and swallows it deeper. As if atoning for the ecstasy her body feels against her will, she sucks more desperately. The fishy taste of his fluids filling her mouth, the sticky feel of his saliva between her thighs. Two different humiliations from above and below numb her reason.
She surrenders completely to the sensations, letting Park lead her body as he wills.