Finale with Yerim from the Convenience Store
Hanbyul's body was glued together with semen and love juices.
Only the whites of his eyes showed, tear tracks running down beneath them. Tongue lolling, he trembled violently, barely propped against the wall and gasping for air.
And below that, the vulgar sight of him. His gym shorts were hitched only halfway up his cock, bent as if they might snap free at any second from how hard he still was when she'd forced them on. Above, the collar of his hoodie was stretched wide and stained dark.
"Heuk… huuk… hek…"
His body hung limp; only his chest rose and fell as he breathed. Someone was watching him like this—like a man who couldn't even gather his wits after being raped.
"Oppa…♡"
Far from sorry, she looked almost proud as she switched on the camera, angling it so her own hand came into frame, and snapped the shot.
Click. Click.
"Oppa, look over here."
A hand flashing a triumphant V-sign, and behind it a man fucked senseless. All he could manage were those lewd little breaths.
"Oppa, can't you just marry me for real? Let's live together."
Yerim meant it—seriously proposing marriage to a married man. But Hanbyul was too far gone for any answer to come back.
"Now that you've done it with me, there's no way I'm letting you slip away like last time. Oppa♡"
When he opened his eyes, he was looking up at his own bed at home.
Ugh…?
No—not home. A cramped little corner of a room. Probably a goshiwon.
He scanned his surroundings and lifted his head, and the landlord appeared.
"You're awake?"
Yerim was right in front of him, just like before. Not in an apron this time—fresh from a shower, completely naked…
His eyes caught on her firm abs and thick, powerful thighs.
"Shh… keep it down. These walls aren't soundproofed, you know♡"
She made a quieting gesture and started climbing onto the bed.
Seo Yerim closed in little by little, eyes like a predator with prey already under its claws. Wall on one side, bathroom glass door on the other—pinned between them, he couldn't even put up a fight before he was crushed beneath her.
"I already did it and I still want more… mmngh♡"
She buried her nose in the crook of his neck and nuzzled back and forth. Soft female flesh pressed against him with every fluttering breath.
"Oppa…"
"Ye… Yerim… why are you doing this…"
"From now on, I'm never letting you go."
Even meeting her eyes, he couldn't read a single thought. The longer he looked, the more it felt like falling into an abyss.
"You loved me."
"Huh…?"
The word out of Yerim's mouth made him echo it without thinking.
Who…?
When?
Me…?
Seeing his blank face, hers twisted all at once.
"Unbelievable. Then why did you do it with me? Just to have a good time?"
Even though force had been involved, Yerim was talking as if everything they'd done had been mutual—something they'd shared together.
The perpetrator might not remember clearly. The victim always does.
"Yerim… back then, you forced me—"
"But not this time, right? Right? Come on…? Just say yes…"
Even as she spoke, she seemed to realize how wrong it sounded; her voice thinned toward the end.
"This time it was thr… threats…"
"Fucking hell. You're really going to keep this up?"
BAM—!!!
Her fist slammed into the mattress.
"So you're saying some other bitch is better than me right now?"
Now Yerim was twisting his words outright, hearing only what she wanted to hear.
"We sleep together once and now I'm nothing special? You know you were my first, Oppa. You were my first. How could you…? I really didn't think you'd pull this… heh."
Guilt pricked at him—she had given her first time to a married man. But even being generous, simply letting that whole situation slide had already been more than enough.
By staying silent about the rape and the confinement, that is.
Hanbyul bit his lower lip and told her firmly that wasn't it.
As if changing tactics, she started working his whole body instead. Breasts a little smaller than Baek Jiwoo's rubbed over every inch of him while her hands stroked him hot.
"I'm actually a really good person once you get to know me… Oppa~♡ I'll treat you so well."
"Ye… Yerim…"
"I keep thinking I'm going to keep thinking about you."
She didn't even give him room to speak anymore, words tumbling out without a pause.
"Why do you hate me?"
"What am I missing?"
"What do those bitches have that I don't?"
"You bastard."
She whispered it against his ear—then bit down hard on the side of his neck.
"Nngh—!!!"
Yerim clamped a hand over his mouth before he could scream and smiled, a thin, nasty curve of the lips.
"See? You're reacting all coy again, trying to seduce me. You keep wagging your tail at me—so why won't you take my heart?"
One hand still sealed over his mouth. With the other—
"Why why why why why why why why why. Why won't you take it."
—she pinched and twisted every place she could reach, wringing him.
"Nnnngh!!!!"
Skin purpling under her fingers. She pinched hard enough it felt like blood might break through.
"If I can't have you, I'll just make you my slave. A sex slave who can't live without me♡"
As if something had suddenly become too unfair to bear, Seo Yerim collapsed over him again and poured out her grievances.
"I think about you even when I'm doing nothing—what am I supposed to do? Do you have any idea how hard it was when I couldn't see you?"
She turned his head, put her mouth to his ear, and licked.
"Let's keep seeing each other. I'll be good. Slurp…"
And then she kept telling him exactly what she wanted.
"We were good together. You like me, I like you—we'd be so good. So…♡ Don't you dare try to leave."
Hanbyul lay there under a threat dressed up as love.
From all the pinching and biting, his once-clean body was a map of wounds. The pillow was soaked through with tears.
When she saw the married man looking up at her with those empty eyes—like he'd already given up—
"Tsk… I hate it when you cry, Oppa…"
She took her hand off his mouth.
"I'll wipe them for you. Hold on."
She went for tissues, about to dry his tears—
"Somebody help me!!! Help me!!!"
He screamed until his throat tore.
"Oppa!!!"
Yerim lunged. She got her hand over his mouth again, but he'd already been slamming the wall and shouting for help without stopping.
People from the floor came pouring toward Yerim's door.
Bang bang bang!
"Is everything okay in there?"
"Hey!?"
"Kh… fucking hell."
Yerim spat the curse and whipped her head toward the door.
"Nothing's wrong, just go away!!!"
When they still wouldn't leave, she glanced once at Hanbyul, threw on the barest scrap of clothing, and headed for the door.
"I said nothing's wrong, damn it!!!"
In that instant Hanbyul shot through the gap, clutching his clothes closed, face as covered as he could manage, and ran.
"Hey—!!"
"Miss, you hiding something in there!?"
"Is this a date assault…?"
Her loose clothes kept her from chasing him, and with every eye on her she couldn't even risk a threat.
Rage boiled over.
"Stay out of couples' business!"
Her whole plan gone up in smoke. She swallowed the fury with a twisted grin and slammed the door shut.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. For real!!! All of you get lost!!!"
Terrified she might follow, he ran like a madman all the way home.
He hadn't even considered that Jia might be there when he burst in.
Fortunately, the house was empty.
Hanbyul shut the door in a rush and dragged in ragged breaths.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
He let out a long sigh, then dragged his exhausted body toward anything that might steady him. Wanting to scrub off that sick feeling as fast as he could, he filled the tub and sank into a half-bath.
Warm water and a sweet floral scent washed the crawl of dread off his skin and left him heavy-limbed and soft. Before long, Hanbyul drifted under.
"Ah… how long was I out…"
Hanbyul had dozed off without meaning to. Half-afraid of what he might find, he hurried through a rinse and stepped out of the bathroom.
A quick check of the time—only thirty minutes had passed. Relief settled in; it felt like he'd gotten just enough real rest.
He was still shaking water from his hair when Jia came in.
"Jia. You're home?"
She flinched—then scowled hard enough to announce she was angry.
Instead of answering, she fired a question back.
"Where were you that you're only getting back now?"
"Ah… I was just out for a walk…"
Her expression didn't budge. He moved closer, hoping to soothe her mood—
"Eup…!"
The smell of cigarettes hit him hard.
"Jia… what is that smell…?"
Only then did Hanbyul realize what she'd bought at the convenience store had been cigarettes.
"W-what… I'm an adult. I can smoke if I want."
She startled, then immediately heated up and pushed back.
But this was something no parent could let slide.
"Kyaah—!"
"It's freezing out and you're in hot pants? What if you catch a cold…!"
Hanbyul shoved a hand into her pants, fishing for the pack tucked inside her dolphin shorts.
He'd just gotten out of the bath; a bright fruity scent rode up through his hair and past the towel toward Jia.
Daddy…♡
"What is this."
A cigarette pack from her pocket. Hanbyul laid down the law as a father—not that it was going to work…
"I said I'm going to smoke. Got a problem with that?"
"Have you lost your mind? Yang Jia?"
He looked up at her, brows drawn tight. But looking down at her father—so much softer, frailer, and cuter than she was—
He's so cute…♡
—Jia wasn't scared in the slightest.
Wanting to keep this version of him a little longer, she stormed off toward her room as if furious.
"Why do you always have to stick your nose in everything! I'm an adult now too!"
SLAM—!!!
Sorry, Dad—but she shut the door behind her.
For Hanbyul, watching a scene he'd only ever seen in dramas unfold right in front of him left him dizzy. His daughter had never been like this even through puberty; the shock hit hard…
"Ji… Jia…!"
For whatever reason, she gave him nothing back.
A married man left wondering whether he'd just made another huge mistake as a father—and staring up at a mountain only a parent has to climb.