Misfortunes Never Come Singly
The Boss held me tightly in her arms.
After a long moment, she eased back slightly and began scrutinizing my face. A storm of conflicting emotions washed over her features, but above all else, overwhelming relief shone through.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? What about all this blood...?"
"Boss. I'm okay. I'm not hurt."
Her hands trembled violently as she cupped my cheeks, her frantic gaze sweeping over me from head to toe.
"Put this on first."
Without waiting for an answer, she shrugged off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
"Hold on a second. I want to throw these rags away anyway."
I was just about to strip off what remained of my shredded shirt when I noticed the people standing nearby. The female officers were visibly straining to avert their eyes, studiously looking at the walls to avoid staring at my exposed chest.
"I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom."
"Okay. I'll be right outside the door."
I scooped up my pants from the floor and stepped inside the cramped bathroom. After scrubbing the blood and grime from my hands and face, I smoothed down my disheveled hair, tossed aside the ruined shirt, and slipped into my trousers and the Boss's oversized jacket.
As soon as I stepped back into the hallway, an older officer stepped forward from the group.
"Excuse me... are you feeling all right?"
"Yes."
"A male officer and the medical team will arrive shortly. Before that, however..."
She clearly wanted to ask preliminary questions, but before she could finish, the Boss stepped between us and took my hand.
"Officer, I'm sorry, but could we please get out of here first?"
"Ah, yes. Of course. Let's head downstairs."
The officer nodded understandingly and took the lead, escorting us down the narrow stairwell.
Park Hyeji's studio was located in a dilapidated, aging multi-unit building. Stepping outside into the fresh air, I saw several police cruisers parked along the alley. It was a neighborhood I had never visited before, and a handful of curious residents had drifted out onto their doorsteps to see what the commotion was about.
"Please sit inside the cruiser for now. While we wait for the ambulance, I just have a few brief questions."
"Does it really have to be right this second?" the Boss pressed, her tone edged with protective reluctance.
I could understand the officer's perspective, though. I gave the Boss's hand a gentle squeeze and opened my mouth to tell her it was fine, but then a thought gave me pause.
Wait... what do I say about beating Park Hyeji?
The fact remained that after overpowering her, I had pummeled her relentlessly. Even though I was indisputably the victim in this kidnapping, the sheer extent of violence I had inflicted on her might complicate matters. I decided to keep my mouth shut and carefully weigh how best to present things in my favor.
"I know this must be incredibly distressing, but..." the officer began again, trying to persuade us.
Just then, a sleek black sedan swung into the alleyway and braked sharply right in front of us.
"Jeongseo!"
"Auntie?"
The driver's door flew open, and a towering woman in a tailored black business suit strode out. The moment she spotted me, her face contorted with fierce worry, and she rushed over.
"What on earth are you two still standing around here for?! You should have rushed him straight to a hospital!"
"Unnie, the police were just—"
It was Aunt Seook, bellowing at the Boss with thunderous maternal authority.
"I am Prosecutor Jin Seook of the Eastern District Prosecutors' Office. You speak with me."
Though her reprimand had been aimed at the Boss, she spoke loud enough for every officer on the scene to hear clearly. She flashed her credentials at the lead officer, then casually tossed her car keys directly to the Boss. Behind her sedan, several black vans rolled smoothly into the alley.
Within mere minutes, the entire scene had been swept under total control.
The aftermath was settled with astonishing speed.
Aunt Seook had swept in with an imposing aura that brooked no resistance. As it turned out, she was a high-ranking prosecutor. She firmly instructed me to head to the hospital first, assuring me she would take care of everything else herself. Before departing, I made sure to quietly inform her about the hidden camera disguised as a lighter. She also had photographs taken of my split lip and the blood spattered across my abdomen for the evidentiary record.
"Jeongseo. I'm so, so sorry."
The Boss kept her eyes on the road, her knuckles white against the steering wheel of Aunt Seook's car as she offered repeated, solemn apologies on our way to the hospital.
"Why are you apologizing, Boss?"
"I should have looked after you better. I shouldn't have let you out of my sight."
She was worried about my physical health, but she seemed terrified that I was suffering from deep psychological trauma. On the verge of tears, she peppered me with frantic questions, completely drowning in self-blame.
"If anything, I'm the one who should be thanking you, Boss."
"What?"
"The police only arrived that fast because of you."
I wasn't saying it just to soothe her guilt. I truly felt indebted to her.
"You saved me, Boss. If you hadn't caught on, things could have gone horribly wrong."
"No, don't say that. I had a bad feeling about that woman from the start... I was just too careless."
When Park Hyeji ambushed me in the bank restroom, my phone had skittered across the tiles and lodged into an obscure corner beneath the partition. Hyeji had been too foolish to notice, leaving it behind when she dragged me away. That oversight had allowed the Boss to realize immediately that something was amiss.
She had moved with breathtaking speed. Even the bank teller who found my phone had sensed the urgency and cooperated fully with law enforcement. In the end, it was thanks to her swift intervention that I hadn't crossed an irreversible line and ended Park Hyeji's life.
If the sirens had arrived even a few minutes later, who knew what would have happened? I had been barely holding my murderous urges in check; another push, and I might have given in to that dark impulse entirely.
"Please don't think like that. Park Hyeji is the criminal here. Why are you beating yourself up over what she did?"
I did my best to console her, repeating how grateful I was and how she had saved me. In truth, she had saved Park Hyeji's life rather than mine—and in doing so, she had saved me from becoming a monster in this new life.
"Jeongseo, can you walk?"
We pulled into the hospital parking lot. As she killed the engine and turned to look at me, her brow furrowed with renewed distress. All my comforting words had been undone the moment she took in my appearance again.
I couldn't blame her; I looked terrible. While I had wiped the dried blood from my face, my lower lip was noticeably split and swollen. Wearing a woman's oversized jacket over bare skin certainly didn't help the impression, and beneath the fabric, stubborn smears of blood still clung to my torso. Even though none of it was mine, to anyone looking at me, I appeared utterly battered.
"I'm really fine. We're only here as a precaution."
"I know, but we still have to get you properly examined."
I felt perfectly fine. The actual harm Park Hyeji had managed to inflict was negligible; my headache had subsided, and my bruised shoulder barely ached anymore. But that was a reality known only to me. In the eyes of everyone else, I was a delicate young man who had barely escaped the most horrific ordeal of his life. So, I complied quietly. Aunt Seook had insisted that I receive both a physical checkup and psychological counseling, and I had agreed without protest.
"Are you really sure you don't want to call your family?"
"Yes. If it becomes necessary, I'll tell them myself."
My phone, which the Boss had returned to me, was unharmed. When I checked the screen, there was a missed call from Yeo-eun. During the drive over, I had sent her a brief text explaining that something had come up and I would be home a little late.
"Jeongseo. Something this serious has to be shared with your family immediately. Listen to me on this."
"They'll just worry themselves sick. I'll get checked out first and explain everything when I get home."
My initial instinct had been to hide the incident from my sister and mother entirely. After all, I had emerged unscathed.
"No, right now. I'll go inside to register you, so make the call immediately," the Boss said, her voice surprisingly firm. It was the first time I had ever seen such a stern, commanding expression on her face.
"...Alright. I understand. I'll call them."
Hearing her insist with such genuine concern, I realized she was right. They were my family now. I couldn't keep evaluating everything purely through my own detached, past-life standards.
As the Boss unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to step out into the parking lot, I reached out and caught her wrist.
"Wait, Boss. Before that... I have a favor to ask."
"Yes? What is it?"
"I can't hold it in any longer. Because of that woman..."
"Huh?" She blinked, looking bewildered.
The medical checkup and the call to my family were important, but something far more pressing gnawed at me from within. An unresolved, tempestuous impulse. It had reached a boiling point where suppression was no longer an option. Before I did something reckless, I had to vent this pent-up violent energy through her—for the sake of others, and for myself.
"I'm under an incredible amount of stress. It's hard to explain properly, but... only you can help me right now, Boss."
"Of course. I'll help with whatever you need. What should I do?"
I cast a quick glance out the window. The space she had chosen was tucked deep into a shaded, secluded corner of the parking structure where the fluorescent lights barely reached. Not a single soul was walking nearby. I knew doing something like this inside someone else's vehicle was horribly improper, but my situation was too desperate for manners.
Relying on the heavily tinted windows, I unbuttoned my trousers and pushed them down.
The Boss gasped, her eyes widening in sheer shock. "Jeongseo?!"
"Please, just do as I say. I'm begging you."
"Ah... there's a reason for this, right?"
"Yes. Only you can help me with this, Boss. Right now, this is what I need more than anything."
Her face betrayed an intense internal conflict. Her lips parted as if she wanted to object or ask a dozen questions, but after seeing the quiet intensity in my eyes, she finally gave a firm nod.
"Then take off your top, please. And use your mouth on me first."
"Alright. But be very careful moving around. The second anything hurts or feels wrong, tell me immediately."
"I will. But physically, I'm really fine."
Without another word of hesitation, the Boss shed her blouse and unhooked her bra. The moment she bared herself, I reached out and cupped her full, supple breasts in both hands. Squeezing that lush, soft flesh worked like an instant balm; with astonishing speed, the dark, violent agitation that had been churning in my chest began to recede. In its place, however, an entirely different kind of appetite flared to life. The sight of her pale, immaculate skin drove every scrap of lingering tension into pure, ravenous lust.
I kicked my pants down to my ankles and pulled open the zipper of the jacket covering my chest.
"Ah, Boss, this angle must be terribly awkward for you."
"Don't worry about it. Let's recline your seat as far back as it goes."
Once she set her mind to it, she took initiative with surprising fervor. She reached down and pulled the lever, leaning my passenger seat back into a full recline. Thankfully, Aunt Seook's vehicle was spacious and comfortable.
"The bloodstains must be disgusting. I'm sorry."
"It's okay... I don't care about that at all. Right now, just focus on yourself, Jeongseo."
"Thank you. But at least I kept my underwear on the entire time. Ugh—"
Before I could finish, she peeled down the elastic waistband of my briefs, freeing my erection, and took it directly into her mouth without a second's pause. Leaning awkwardly across the center console in a twisted posture, she began gently stroking my chest and sides with one hand while her lips worked hungrily over my cock.
A wet, rhythmic suction echoed softly through the quiet cabin.
I hadn't had a chance to wash myself after using the restroom earlier, and dried flecks of Park Hyeji's blood still clung to my stomach. Yet the Boss endured every bit of it without a flicker of distaste. As her soft, warm hands swept across my skin, it felt as though the lingering filth of the entire ordeal was being washed away. Despite the cramped, straining posture, she poured every ounce of her devotion into taking me deep into her throat.
"Boss... noona. Seohee noona."
The name slipped past my lips before I could stop myself—the very first time I had ever addressed her as noona. At the sound of the word, her suction clamped down with sudden, thrilling intensity.
"I want to go inside now."
"Phaa... Yes. Let me do it. Hold on just a second."
She pulled back, gasping for air, and hitched up her skirt to strip off her lace panties. Awkwardly maneuvering her long legs over the center console, she climbed from the driver's seat onto my lap, ducking her head beneath the low ceiling.
"I don't completely understand why you need this right now, but... haah."
Bracing one hand firmly against the headrest, she reached down between us with the other, her trembling fingers wrapping around my stiff cock. She dragged the weeping tip along her slit several times, coating it in her wetness, before steadily sinking her hips downward. My thick, throbbing length slid smoothly into her tight, welcoming heat.
"Kh... Jeongseo. Don't think about bad things anymore. You're safe now."
"Yes."
Her brow knitted in slight discomfort as she began rolling her hips. She hadn't been given enough time to become fully drenched, so the initial friction made her wince, but the generous coating of saliva from her mouth eased the way.
"Haaah... Everything is fine. It's all over, so just let it go."
Cupping one of her full breasts, she pressed the engorged nipple toward my lips while her other hand gently cradled the back of my head. Even while attending to me with such tenderness, she maintained her balance and kept her thighs moving, steadily riding me with persistent, rhythmic rocking.
Under normal circumstances, she would have exhausted herself within a couple of minutes. Yet somehow, driven by fierce protective instinct, she continued pumping up and down on top of me without slowing.
"Good boy. That's it... you're alright."
As I suckled hungrily on her breast, my eyes met hers. The gaze looking down at me was brimming with profound warmth and sorrow. She wasn't seeking her own pleasure at all; she was completely absorbed in caring for me, treating me like a wounded soul who needed comfort. It was only then that I realized the true meaning behind her gentle murmurs.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Ahn, haaaah! Jeongseo... you shouldn't push yourself too hard—"
"Boss."
I released her nipple, laid my head back against the headrest, and firmly gripped her slender waist with both hands. The ceiling left little room for broad movement, but I arched my hips with sudden, forceful authority, thrusting up into her depths.
"Ah... ngh! Hnnngh!"
"Nothing happened to me."
"What?"
"I wasn't violated. I fought back, and I won."
I accelerated my pace, driving upward with steady, unyielding power. With every sharp snap of my hips, the top of her head tapped lightly against the car's upholstered roof.
"So please don't get any strange ideas."
"Haaangh! No... it's not like that. I didn't think anything weird—"
Her expression began to fracture, and the nature of her breathless moans shifted entirely. A slick, scalding flood of arousal began soaking our joined groins.
"You definitely did."
"Haaah, ngh... ah, wait! No, really, that's not—ah!"
"Just think of this as me blowing off steam."
Perhaps my blunt reassurance finally shattered her lingering anxiety, because the maternal worry vanished from her eyes, replaced by pure, helpless ecstasy.
"Still, thank you. Noona."
"Ngh... ah? What did you say? Say it... just once more."
"Thank you, Seohee noona."
"Haaaaahng! Yes... Jeongseo! Thank you too, haaaah!"
A piercing, breathy cry spilled from her throat. She gripped my shoulders, riding me with desperate fervor until the entire chassis swayed on its suspension, and then I drove deep inside her and let go, pouring my hot release straight into her womb.
With a shuddering sigh, she collapsed limp against my chest. I reached up and gently stroked her hair, feeling a twinge of sympathy for how many times her head had bumped against the ceiling.
"Ugh... I'm sorry. Am I too heavy? I'll get off right away—"
"It's fine. Just stay like this for a little while."
The moment I finished spending myself, an unexpected sensation bloomed quietly within my chest. What on earth was this feeling? Up until now, the Boss had never been a woman who stirred my deeper emotions. Yet in the quiet void where my violent urges had vanished, a strange, unfamiliar sentiment had settled in their place—resembling something I had known long ago, yet distinctly, unmistakably new.