Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Breaking My First Love (2)
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“Delete the video.”
“Nah, don’t wanna.”
“Don’t you know this is a crime?”
“Stealing stuff isn’t a crime? Should I go ask around? You’re not the first or second victim, you know.”
Won-jun grinned leisurely in front of the defiant Park Min-ju.
‘This is a problem if she’s already acting up.’
He hadn’t even properly made his offer yet.
“Fine, yeah, I messed up. I’ll put everything back, so delete the video.”
“I said no.”
“What’s it to you?”
Park Min-ju kept resisting.
Won-jun thought her defiance looked like nothing more than a cute tantrum.
“It matters to me.”
“What?”
“Like this?”
Won-jun swiftly brought his left hand to Park Min-ju’s left breast.
Park Min-ju froze in shock, unable to even scream.
A man she hadn’t permitted had touched her most intimate area without warning.
For any woman, it was a moment of disgust mingled with sheer terror.
But to Won-jun, that expression was pure art.
“Huh, feels like you’ve got some decent tits after all.”
Won-jun leered mockingly.
Snapping out of it, Park Min-ju shoved him away and covered her chest with both hands.
It was pure survival instinct against a predatory threat.
And her eyes shifted from fear to contempt.
Won-jun wouldn’t be pushed back by a girl who barely weighed 50kg, but her feisty charm was enjoyable enough that he let her shove him.
“No CCTV here, and obviously no audio recording.”
“...”
“I’ve shown you what I want. If you’re thinking of trying something stupid, forget it. You got caught stealing by me, and I filmed it as evidence. What’re you gonna say out there? That I groped you?”
Won-jun savored his leisure, mocking Park Min-ju freely.
“Caught stealing while working part-time, nabbed by a fellow part-timer, and now claiming he’s the sexual harasser. Sounds great. People will just pity them. Or we could stick with thief.”
“W-Won-jun, what do you want?”
“...”
Won-jun nearly burst into a bright grin but barely held it back.
She might as well say she’d take being a thief over sleeping with him.
But things seemed to be going smoothly.
“I showed you earlier. Or does getting your tits groped by me not mean much to you, Park Min-ju?”
“Don’t say weird shit.”
“You know I’m off soon? And you’re feeling too sick to keep working, so you’re heading out early too.”
“What?”
“Let’s have some fun together.”
Park Min-ju shuddered as if realizing her fate, averting her eyes.
‘Fuck, this is insane.’
Won-jun felt a massive rush of excitement in that moment.
Did he have this kink all along?
Thinking back, if he hadn’t become a eunuch, he might’ve turned into a total lecher in the martial world.
“What a great hyung.”
After brazenly lying to his manager hyung, Won-jun was walking outside Hongdae with Park Min-ju.
“Just stop now...”
“Huh?”
“You’re seriously messing up right now.”
Park Min-ju, shivering more than the winter chill warranted, spoke to Won-jun in a timid tone.
Won-jun didn’t even reply, scanning for a suitable spot.
That looks good.
“Oh, perfect.”
A dimly lit area off the Hongdae streets, sparse with people.
And a surprisingly clean restroom to boot.
Won-jun dragged Park Min-ju into the men’s room.
“You’re following so obediently after all.”
“Eek!”
Won-jun tried to stroke her hair, but she swatted his hand away with her slender fingers.
“At least let me touch your hair.”
He led her to the stall farthest from the entrance.
He was the one blackmailing her.
Pushing too hard would make it easy.
But her coming prepared to get fucked yet refusing a simple hair touch?
To Won-jun, it felt like the perfect flirtation, so he didn’t force it.
“Sit.”
He closed the toilet lid to make a seat and ordered her to sit.
She sat without much resistance.
“Do this a lot with your boyfriend in restrooms? You look right at home.”
“Shut up.”
An insult to her as a woman.
Park Min-ju grumbled.
Her eyes still held a hint of fear, of course.
“What’re you doing?”
“...”
Won-jun pointed at his pants zipper.
Park Min-ju hesitated.
But she slowly reached out and pulled the zipper down.
His underwear came into view, but at this stage, it meant nothing.
Park Min-ju grabbed his underwear and pulled it down too.
His semi-erect cock caught on the fabric, making her pause briefly, but she yanked it down anyway.
“Fuck, this is crazy.”
“Eek!”
Won-jun chuckled as he unbuttoned her top.
‘No.’
He’d been about to strip her upper clothes off completely, but leaving them on might be hotter.
The guys at the bar would ogle her in her uniform anyway.
‘Yeah, that’s it.’
Fucking the girl other men crave.
That was the thrill. That was his desire.
Won-jun was gaining a clearer sense of what turned him on.
“Let’s see how good you are at sucking, Min-ju.”
“What? You want me to suck this?”
“Huh? What’re you on about? You think I dragged you here just to show off my dick?”
“Th-that’s...”
Park Min-ju glanced at Won-jun’s cock, looking conflicted.
“Hand first.”
Won-jun guided her hand to his cock.
The first time a woman’s hand touched his dick.
A jolt of electricity shot through him; he nearly let out an embarrassing moan.
“You didn’t wash it. How am I supposed to suck this?”
“It’s not summer, it’s winter. Who cares?”
“Still.”
Park Min-ju stroked it up and down but refused to go further.
‘Fuck, so hot.’
Her face, fumbling with his cock, looking troubled and conflicted.
And that sultry face and voice belonged to the girl who’d hated his guts until recently?
Could there be a more arousing moment?
Won-jun could’ve pushed harder but savored the moment.
“Min-ju, if you piss me off, even something easy might not end easy.”
“...”
“Suck it quick. Don’t try to jerk me off with some clever bullshit.”
Park Min-ju clamped her mouth shut.
As if steeling herself.
“It’s too big.”
“What?”
“How am I supposed to suck this...”
Won-jun’s cock, which had softened a bit earlier, had been swelling since they entered the restroom. To Park Min-ju’s eyes, fully erect, it looked monstrous.
She’d thought it was big when she first pulled it out, but not this big.
Her hands weren’t small, but the size difference was insane.
“Min-ju, should I just grab your head and shove it in?”
“No, that’s...”
“Do it.”
Won-jun issued his final ultimatum.
He rested a hand lightly on her head, in case she didn’t get it.
Meaning he’d ram it down her throat if she refused again.
Now fully resigned, Park Min-ju held her breath, closed her eyes, and slowly brought her mouth to his cock.
“...”
‘Fuck.’
Won-jun was in ecstasy just from the glans touching her lips.
“Slurp, slurp.”
Then the back-and-forth motion began.
A woman was sucking his dick.
A world he’d never known.
The sensation was incredible, but the thrill of subjugating Park Min-ju topped it all.
‘I get it now.’
This was a man’s happiness.
The best erogenous zone wasn’t the dick—it was the mood, the situation.
The physical pleasure paled compared to the sheer perfection of this moment.
“Sluuurp, guh.”
“Hm?”
Park Min-ju pulled off his cock.
“Guh! Guh!”
She clutched her throat, gagging.
“Felt good, why’d you stop?”
“Hah, holding my breath is hard.”
“Why?”
“Ugh, it smells like dick! Wet wipes or something, quick.”
“Min-ju, just suck it. You know wipes won’t help.”
Talking about wet wipes.
Her pained sucking face was the main event.
“Come on, keep going.”
Won-jun pressed his cock to her face. Her body flinched—perfect.
“Slurp, slurp.”
“Ah, fucking gold. Now I see why your boyfriend spoils you, Min-ju.”
Won-jun teased.
Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t retort.
‘Unbelievable.’
Won-jun was beyond satisfied.
His first fuck back home—with the girl he’d wanted to bang.
And she had a boyfriend too.
Stealing another guy’s girl was rare, and getting it this quick?
That thought pushed him over the edge.
“Huh?”
Won-jun pulled out of her mouth.
“Strip.”
“What?”
“Want me to do it?”
Overcome with lust, Won-jun grabbed her skirt.
Even in winter, her short skirt bared her legs.
How many guys had lusted after those?
“Wh-why?!”
“You think I dragged you here just for a blowjob, bitch?”
Won-jun handled her more roughly now.
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Don’t wanna walk out naked in winter? Strip, or I’ll rip it off.”
His threat hung in the air.
Park Min-ju squeezed her eyes shut and slowly removed her skirt.
“Top too.”
After her skirt was off, Won-jun helped with her top.
Now just bra and panties left.
The matching white set looked great.
“Wait!”
“Quiet.”
Won-jun yanked her panties off without mercy.
“Hands off.”
She’d tried to cover her most precious spot.
Won-jun shoved her hands away.
“Fuck...”
His first pussy.
Dry but shapely, paired with her killer body—it ramped up his arousal.
“Ahh!”
Won-jun wanted to thrust in right away but knew it wouldn’t go.
Instead, he roughly rubbed her clit with his fingers.
“Feels good? Huh? Good?”
“It hurts! Hurts!”
No consideration for her pleasure—just brutal fingering.
It only hurt; no way it felt good.
“Can’t take it anymore.”
He didn’t know if she was ready.
But Won-jun was at his limit.
Grabbing his rock-hard cock, he pressed it to her pussy.
Park Min-ju shut her eyes tight as the massive dick she’d never seen approached.
‘Fuck yeah.’
Why should he bother pleasuring her?
This was basically rape, no matter how you spun it.
“W-wait, condom!”
“What?”
“Put on a condom.”
Park Min-ju, late to the realization, finally worried about protection.
“Ah! Aaaah!”
“...”
Won-jun had no condom.
He slowly pressed his glans into her pussy.
“Quiet down? Want someone walking in to hear your moans?”
The electric thrill hit.
Won-jun silenced her first.
“Hah, fuck, finally fucking you, Park Min-ju.”
“Mmph, mmph!”
“If you’d given me a chance when I was nice, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”
Ignoring her muffled agony, Won-jun kept pushing in.
‘Ahh, this is it.’
The one thing he couldn’t do, even hailed as a hero in the martial world.
Sex.
He was having sex right now.
This massive cock that had shocked everyone since childhood.
Should’ve shoved it in women ages ago.
“Mmph! Ah, aaang! Hurts! Hurts! Uhngh!”
“Fuck, so good. Hey, Park Min-ju.”
“Hurts! Aaang!”
“I used to think you were so great. Ungh!”
“It hurts! Hic, hic.”
“But hah, turns out I just wanted to fuck you.”
A love confession in the restroom.
Won-jun gripped her pale thighs and pounded away.
Her struggles to stifle screams and endure pain? He didn’t care.
No—it made him hornier.
This was his first time.
He had no idea how much pain his cock caused, casually hitting her cervix even without full insertion. Didn’t care to know.
‘How can it feel this good?’
Won-jun was shocked by the pleasure.
Just sticking his dick in her pussy wasn’t mind-blowing on its own.
But seeing the girl he’d once loved writhing and whimpering because of his dick? Pure bliss.
Was this love?
Did 30 years in the martial world change him, or was he always like this?
30 years there, 23 here—the memories fused strangely, creating a whole new him.
‘But.’
Who gives a shit.
He’d decided to live the ultimate life, and he was tasting peak pleasure now. That was enough.
“Aaang! Ahng!”
“Hah, fuck, Min-ju, your pussy’s fucking delicious. Your exes not calling? Missing you?”
Park Min-ju forgot to cover her mouth, reduced to moans. Exhausted from pain, her eyes half-lidded. No energy left for his taunts.
For a first time, it was lasting long—miracle no one had entered yet.
Not like this restroom was built for fucking.
“Aaak! Hurts! Stop now!”
“Shut up, gonna cum.”
Won-jun hoisted her flexible legs higher, slamming down from above.
The signal was coming. Even this coercive fuck was nearing its end.
“Cumming inside.”
“What? N-no!”
“Too late.”
“Pull out! Pull out!”
Snapping alert at the creampie declaration, Park Min-ju pushed at his chest. Futile.
Her head-shaking resistance only amused Won-jun more.
“Ungh!”
He felt the surge from below.
Each spurt unleashed a massive load.
“Ah, ah...”
As Won-jun pulled out, excess cum that couldn’t fit in her womb spilled from her pussy.
Park Min-ju never fucked without a condom.
First bareback, now creampied—it felt unreal.
“I said not inside... I told you...”
Utterly defeated, Park Min-ju muttered, eyes glazing over, limbs limp.
She’d taken men’s kindness for granted, always treated like a queen. The shock of this treatment, plus the torment of his brutally huge cock, left her dazed.
“...”
Won-jun seized the chance, grabbing his phone from atop the trash bin.
“You’re so pretty, Min-ju.”
He switched to video mode and started recording.
The girl who once made his heart flutter just by looking.
He’d dismissed his pre-martial world self as dumb, clumsy, idiotic. But returning made those memories vivid.
And now he captured her—naked, humiliated by him, dripping his cum.
She’d stolen for some reason.
But theft evidence alone wasn’t enough. He needed this.
Lawsuits from her could wait. More importantly, this was leverage to call her back and fuck her again.
“Don’t film! Delete it!”
“What’re you saying? This is your life shot, Park Min-ju.”
Too late—Park Min-ju belatedly covered her face.
“Hic... hic... sob...”
She finally broke into proper sobs, clutching her face. Her mental fortitude was impressive.
“Whew.”
Satisfied from the fuck, Won-jun put on his underwear and pants with renewed vigor.
Park Min-ju was still naked on the toilet, crying.
“Keep that up and a drunk guy walks in—you’ll get raped for real.”
Won-jun pulled out his wallet.
“Here.”
He placed two 50,000-won bills on her thigh.
“Take a cab home easy. You hate wasting money on cabs, right? Don’t worry about it.”
“Sob... g-go away...”
“Buy morning-after pills if you need.”
Won-jun announced it like a fact and prepared to leave.
‘You remember, right?’
Early days working together.
Both on closing shift.
After the latest hours, no late buses, first trains not running—awkward time.
Park Min-ju never took cabs; Won-jun took her to nearby noraebang coin karaoke to kill time, bought her food sometimes.
He loved those short moments, stuck to closing shifts until she switched.
Even after learning she had a boyfriend.
‘Not really your fault.’
No obligation for a woman to give back to a guy who likes her.
The idiot is the one who doesn’t quit when his efforts fail.
“I’m out. I’ll contact you later—pick up.”
Won-jun opened and closed the stall door.
Didn’t even glance at her face.
“Yeah, yeah.”
As he exited the building, Won-jun muttered to himself.
The selfless nice guy, the martial hero Park Won-jun who toiled without reward, was dead.
He’d groveled like a hero in the martial world, but realized he wasn’t satisfied being hailed as one if he couldn’t have women.
This world of towers and hunters he returned to was ruled by power.
Not a savior of all, but a conqueror of thousands, tens of thousands of women.
‘Park Min-ju.’
Forcing her conquest declared his change from the past.
Still, she was damn good. Her little resistances thrilled him.
He’d planned to ravage college freshmen and hot rumored coeds after reenrolling.
But he could play with her plenty until then.
‘Can’t wait.’
Thinking of what lay ahead had him buzzing with excitement.