Master Has Arrived
Before I scraped by on hard labor, my life had been simple enough: I poured everything into sports and the arts. My grades weren't bad, but studying never suited me the way those did.
And I had reason enough. As embarrassing as it was to admit, I had talent to spare. I stood out in track, and I'd trained in judo since elementary school, taking home tournament titles. I was proud of my looks, too. Until that coordinated statement destroyed everything, there hadn't been a single day I went without a girlfriend.
More than anything, hanging around women had taught me how much stamina mattered—so I trained even harder.
But one statement shattered my family, and from then on I lived for nothing but revenge. My once-positive nature rotted into something foul. Kill or be killed: I sharpened that blade of vengeance and nothing else.
And then, living like that, a chance like this fell into my lap.
Right in front of me, the work finished, lay a lush, sensual body—a woman whose heat from moments before still hadn't faded.
Lee Soyeon hadn't stirred even after all that. She had to be under a sleeping pill, or sunk into a deep sleep.
Guilt? My personality had already turned to garbage for that. If I'd been the type to feel remorse over something wrong, I never would have done it in the first place.
I would save this world, sure—but on top of that, I would do whatever I pleased. The hunger I'd been cultivating since Hyojin was simply being carried out on Lee Soyeon.
I brought my lips close and kissed her chest again. Then, bolder still, I went after the place that had risen hard for me. Inside my mouth, her protruding nipple offered a pleasant texture and taste. I sucked rougher than before, nipped lightly, and at her flinching reaction I found myself smiling.
Earlier I'd held back so she wouldn't wake. Now there was no need. Even if she woke, it hardly mattered. The whole point was taking a beautiful woman who couldn't resist and doing whatever I wanted with her.
When that was done, I followed pure instinct without a second thought. There was no need to warm her up further. Into Lee Soyeon's center—still slick from before—I drove myself, already standing rigid.
"Mmh!"
I pushed in rougher than last time, and her reaction came a little louder, but still there was no sign of her waking. I was half hoping she would—and half enjoying the small responses already coming through.
I took her heated body the way a man savors a fine meal. The traces I'd already opened worked like lubricant, letting me move slick and smooth. Lewd friction sounds swelled in my ears, and my pace rose with them. The pleasure at the tip of my cock climbed another notch. My hips worked freer than before, and a pleasure beyond anything else raced through my whole body.
More. More. More. Still not enough.
That sweet rhythmic friction gradually turned wet and sticky, like something sinking into thick syrup.
"Mmh… nnh. Ah…"
At the same time I felt Lee Soyeon's body shudder. Grateful she was feeling it on her own—but from now on she'd take it waking or sleeping, so getting used to it would only help.
Pleasantly. Filthily. Obscenely. The wet sounds quickened as I picked up speed—purely out of my own lust, even though it wasn't time yet. I even lifted the waist of the woman lying beneath me and changed positions, slamming down into her.
Still not waking?
From the far more comfortable angle I started bombarding her—both her legs pointed at the ceiling while I drove a merciless piston into her. The lewd sounds from before grew louder still, and my own breathing joined them. My body was ready to finish whenever I let it. I glanced at the clock.
Twenty minutes. Same as last time—but holding out was easier now. Men know it well enough: the second round lasts longer than the first. This was that case. I could hold and control what was building inside me as long as I wanted. From above I worked my hips hard, and fine droplets began to splash across our lower bodies—the fruit of my effort, and the answer her body gave me. How could I not love it?
From there I shifted the angle slightly to ease the strain and slowed again into a lull, watching her faintly contorted expression at my leisure as I pushed back into her. Longer than the first stretch, and more violent. I plundered her body by force.
Before I knew it, the formal restraint I'd been keeping slipped its leash. By the time another twenty minutes had passed, I could see myself moving hard with only one of her legs held up. Holding back the urge to finish was at its limit. Not inside this time. For a clear marking, at the decisive moment, I pulled free of that heat and dense wetness and aimed at her face.
"Ngh!"
I sprayed both the thrill of the taboo and the sheer relief across Lee Soyeon's flushed face. I'd been so hard it was almost difficult to empty myself. When I forced it out, thick white fluid painted her. That pretty, pitiful face was soiled by my semen.
"Haa… haa…"
It should have ebbed after one round, but the sight itself was pure dream. I'd held a top-tier celebrity for the first time in my life—and the thick semen slowly trailing down that painted face proved I'd done it. Even forced, Lee Soyeon had given me a fine reaction. Her lower belly was soaked through, the evidence clear on the sheets beneath her.
I couldn't leave a scene like this alone. It deserved a keepsake. Desire had crushed my reason, but enough of it clawed back for me to pull out my phone and capture the moment. A territorial mark. Mine.
"Damn it. Can't I rest a little?"
But looking at that sight, I was hard again. Pure and pitiful—and a merciless mating. Without even knowing it, she'd been taken in a coupling closer to beasts than people. That fact alone was another stimulant.
I really was still young.
I was taking a few more commemorative shots when—
"Mmh… nnh…"
Lee Soyeon gasped as if forcing breath out, her movements larger than before. The body I'd held and ravaged trembled, and one leg shifted.
"Finally?"
My pounding heart told me it had been waiting for this moment. That slight movement meant she was right on the edge of waking. Another moan slipped from her lips.
"Ah… ah…"
The moan of a woman belatedly sensing the pleasure in her own body. Truly satisfying.
"Haa… ah."
Clearer sounds than before. And a moment later, Lee Soyeon's brow twitched.
Lee Soyeon's life suited the phrase thin and long perfectly.
At her debut, her pure, pitiful looks drew heavy attention—especially set against her debut peer Si Hyun-ah's flashy beauty, which made Soyeon a prospect in her own right. But the gap opened wide. While her peer soared from lead roles in dramas onward, Soyeon struggled even with supporting parts. She couldn't understand why the difference was so stark. Before long their popularity split like heaven and earth.
Still, Lee Soyeon steeled herself. She knew her own introverted nature made variety shows hard, almost impossible.
Even her agency manager would sigh over a personality that left her a backdrop on any variety set. Getting onto popular shows was difficult. The stress piled on, and Si Hyun-ah would drop by now and then just to grind her down further. Their living situations were heaven and earth apart. So was their fame—and Si Hyun-ah dated men at the absolute top, feeding every gossip mill in the industry.
But I'm scared.
To the young her, the entertainment world was still a brutal place. She scraped by hosting a few quieter programs where she could manage. That life did help, in its way: she took acting jobs now and then, and even without leads she made a name with impactful villain roles. A drama three years back, in particular, flipped her from the pure girlfriend into a twist villain and shocked everyone, spiking her attention overnight.
On that momentum she should have broken into commercials and lead roles. Instead she was betrayed—by an actor Si Hyun-ah had introduced her to. The man who'd promised marriage had been sleeping with Si Hyun-ah the whole time.
"Sorry. Si Hyun-ah's just more attractive than you."
The dagger he threw as he left shredded this introverted woman's insides. If it had ended there, it might have been only a broken heart. But she learned something far worse. A manager who'd fought with Si Hyun-ah and left the company came to her with the truth.
"Si Hyun-ah hated you from the start! That guy was originally dating her—they were doing it to torment you, Soyeon!"
The revelation hit her already fragile mind like a hammer. Of course it did.
It has to be a lie. It has to be fake.
Lee Soyeon denied it desperately—just the spite of a fired manager.
"Soyeon, you've looked rough lately. Shouldn't you rest?"
There was no other reason she ended up here. The introvert couldn't hold on anymore and had come to recover—somewhere not crowded, quiet enough. A newly built villa had gone up, so she decided to take a short break there. She didn't want to go out; she stocked up on food and stored it so she could live quietly.
Paradoxically, that choice became the reason she lasted more than six months after the outbreak. She'd had enough food from the start, and with only herself to feed she rationed carefully—and so she survived. The catch was that stacked problems had worsened her insomnia, and she was barely holding on with sleeping pills.
Should I just die…
At times the depression swallowed her whole, and the insomnia got bad enough that she sought treatment. The prescribed sleeping pills were how she forced herself under and kept going. The world was finished. When the food ran out, she would die. Miserable. She'd entered the industry with big dreams, been betrayed, and would die here without anyone knowing. That was how Lee Soyeon sank into sleep.
Which was why she never knew when Jin Dohyuk came in. She was already under. She never knew her slender body was being toyed with. A body already thoroughly heated was moaning on its own—and still she didn't wake. True to her nature, her body endured and held on, ripening beautifully and pleasing the invader without her knowing a thing.
The invader's hands stroked her flesh and piled on stimulation. Her mature body could only take it, unable to resist. Even through the man's first climax she never woke—and that had been a long stretch.
"Mmh… nnh…"
But an overheated body eventually starts sending signals. That was only natural. If the invader had stopped there, it might have been a perfect crime. This invader, though, was never the type to cool off after one round—and he had no reason to hide.
"Still not waking up? Fine by me. I'm having fun."
An act this coercive, this free of consent, brought its own strange satisfaction. From the man's lower body, that thick length rose again and took aim. After one finished climax, he worked her body even more insistently.
In truth, Jin Dohyuk wouldn't have minded if Lee Soyeon woke. He was trained, and subduing a woman frailer than most would have been no trouble at all. He'd already achieved the goal of taking a sleeping beauty however he pleased—so he half hoped she would open her eyes.
"Nnh… ah…"
The gaps between Lee Soyeon's moans shortened. Jin Dohyuk set a hand on her chest without restraint—not a rough grip, but a soft, deliberate motion meant to stimulate. The first round had already been intense; the second made her body answer on its own. Without that answer, the pain would have been enormous. Even her climax was something forced on her by him.
When the storm at the center of it passed and the man's marking had soiled everything, Lee Soyeon finally opened her eyes.
And what she saw then was a cock so massive it put every man she'd ever known to shame. She stared blankly for a moment, not even recognizing what it was though it filled her vision. The instant she understood, she tried to pull back—only her thoroughly ravaged body answered with nothing but extreme arousal.
"Ah… ah…"
The strength drained out of her and she collapsed onto the bed again. Above all—who was this naked man?
"I'm not a zombie, so relax."
A deep voice rolled through the room. Lee Soyeon lifted her head with effort.
"How should I introduce myself… From now on, I'm your husband. Looking forward to it."
Words so absurd they struck her ears like a blow.