Live Broadcast from the Car
"...Where... are we going?" Cheolsu asks in a trembling voice.
Seoyeon glances at him through the mirror, then smiles faintly. "Let's go together."
Clueless, Cheolsu heads out with his wife. Seoyeon sits in the passenger seat, humming softly as she gazes out the window. Last night's hellish phone call might as well have never happened—she looks utterly serene. Cheolsu thinks, 'Probably... going to meet Manager Park,' and grips the steering wheel in silence.
When they arrive at the company basement parking garage, Seoyeon directs him to park in the deepest, most secluded spot. After parking without question, as Cheolsu starts to get out, Seoyeon says, "Go on up."
She hasn't even unbuckled her seatbelt. "You go first, Cheolsu. And answer your phone. You'll like it. Hehe."
His stomach churns with anxiety, but it's already cutting it close for work. In the end, Cheolsu leaves his wife alone in the car and drags his heavy feet toward the elevator hall. He jabs the button impatiently, waiting for the doors.
Ding. The doors slide open. Inside stands Manager Park, wearing a deeply satisfied smile.
"Oh, Agent Kim. Good morning." Park greets him warmly, like an old friend. He steps out and casually extends his hand. "Hand over the car keys."
"Pardon?" Cheolsu blurts, not comprehending.
Park looks at him pitifully and nods toward the garage. "Seoyeon's in there. Gotta have the keys to get in, man."
In that instant, Cheolsu's world crumbles once more. Trembling violently, he slowly fishes the keys from his pocket and drops them into Park's palm.
Park pockets them and pats his shoulder. "Got nothing to say?"
"...Please... take good care of her..."
"What?" Park presses relentlessly.
Cheolsu finally shatters, casting aside the last shards of his pride. Nearly sobbing, he pours out his humiliation. "...My... my wife, Seoyeon... please take good care of her... Enjoy her as you please, Manager... And... please... at least... at least treat her body gently..."
Satisfied, Park grins. He lightly slaps Cheolsu's cheek a couple times, then strolls leisurely toward his waiting wife in his car.
Cheolsu watches it all numbly as the elevator doors close. The car carries him upward.
Back at his desk, Cheolsu stares at the blank monitor. He doesn't cry anymore. Even his tears have dried up—nothing remains in his heart. Like a living corpse, he just sits there, letting time pass.
Then his desk phone buzzes briefly. It's Park. Cheolsu snatches the receiver on reflex, hands shaking.
Park's voice sounds bizarrely calm. "...Pardon?"
Cheolsu can't resist. He fumbles earphones from his drawer, plugs them into his phone, and redials.
Before Cheolsu can reply, a familiar yet dreaded voice filters through.
Cheolsu holds his breath. Through the earphones comes a wet, sucking slurp, like mud being pulled from a swamp, assaulting his eardrums. Smack, sluuuurp, chomp...
Over it layers his wife's pleasure-drenched voice. "Cheol... su... can you hear...? Hnng... smack... Right now... serbangnim's... gripping my jaw... with one hand... and shoving his tongue... deep down my throat... chomp, chomp... hnng... sucking my tongue... like he's gonna rip it out by the root... our saliva mixing... glurk... dripping down my chin... can't... even breathe... sluuuurp... anymore...!"
Cheolsu ducks his head under the desk. He doesn't want the other employees seeing his face.
"Ah... now... fellatio... hnng... serbangnim's grabbing my hair... forcing my mouth onto your cock... guulp... too big... can't take it all at once... wuulp... just the head fills my mouth completely..."
Her pronunciation mangles as his fills her mouth. She graduates beyond mere blowjob, performing his cock flawlessly.
"Serbangnim... hnng... your cock... so delicious... guuulp..."
Her tongue wraps the shaft, spinning rapidly like a drill into his pleasure spots. Then she pauses, squeezing tight from the root with just her tongue muscles, releasing and repeating.
What filters through the earphones isn't mere sound. It's a real-time hellcast of his wife being violated by another man.
"Now... serbangnim's reclining my seat... draping my legs over the steering wheel... ripping off my panties...! My pussy's... fully exposed...!"
Her voice turns to a scream. "Ah... ah! It's coming in! Hngh! Serbangnim's cock... pressing my pussy entrance... your slippery glans... rubbing my tender folds... ah! So itchy... so huge... seems like it won't fit... but my pussy's already... drooling, winking... begging for serbangnim...!"
Her voice nears tears. "Squiiiish... squelch! Ah! Ah! Ah! It's entering! Come in...! Serbangnim... your cock... forcing into me...! My inner walls... scraping against that hot, hard shaft... every thick vein... raking my soft flesh... goosebumps everywhere... hnng! Thwack! Thwack! Ahhng! My cervix... getting crushed by your glans...! In this tight car... every shake drives you deeper... my belly's gonna burst...! My thighs tremble like leaves... even my asshole clenches on instinct...! Serbangnim... please... gently... no! Harder... fuck me harder...!"
Under the desk, Cheolsu clutches himself. His ears fill with her moans, wet flesh slapping, creaking seats. Vivid hell unfolds before his mind's eye.
Thus begins their passionate car sex—and Seoyeon's cruel broadcast.
Her voice borders on sobs. From that moment, her narration stops. She no longer minds Cheolsu. Her mind overflows with the overwhelming pleasure of Park's cock—no rationality left for commentary.
Now, only her raw moans echo through. "Ah! Ah! Hnng, ahng! Haa, haa...!"
Her scream-like cries draw a growl from Park.
She wails at the peak of ecstasy. Park squeezes his last drop into her deepest core, where nothing more can fit.
Everything ends. Forgetting Cheolsu entirely, Seoyeon wraps her arms around Park's neck as he pants in afterglow. Smack... She presses her lips to his sweat-slicked mouth, kissing deeply. Not a mere peck—chomp, slurp... Gratitude for his seed, her tongue caresses his mouth softly, embracing his weary one. Huuup...
Minutes pass. Finally, Park speaks to Cheolsu, voice laced with post-coital languor.