It Hurts Like Hell, but I Want to Fight ♥♥
So I really did get hit.
"Ugh!"
A wave of nausea rolled up with the retching, and the whole world spun sideways. Warm liquid had already trickled down past my chin by the time I noticed, blooming into a red circle on the blanket. I pried my eyes open, straining to gather myself, but all that happened was my eyes getting wider — my body still refused to obey me. There I lay, belly-up and completely defenseless before him.
"Hanseong! What do we do! Why did you do that!"
"Shut up, you crazy bitch. Get a grip. You really think this bastard's going to take responsibility for your life? I was going to get my certification, land a job, and give you the good life! You know that? You ruined everything yourself!"
"I want to die right now! And all you ever talk about is some future that might not even happen! How am I supposed to wait for that!"
"Even so! You should have waited!"
The voices bellowing overhead thundered in my ears. Consciousness was trickling back, and I managed, with great effort, to prop myself up — then collapsed again at a single shove from Hanseong's hand.
"Stop it!"
Then Bom's warmth was suddenly all around me. She had thrown herself over my body. At the same instant, the bloodstained ashtray in the man's hand flashed up above our heads.
"Fucking lunatics."
And then the ashtray slid, quietly, back down. If it hadn't been for Bom, he'd have landed one more blow for sure.
"Fine. You two have fun together. You and the ahjussi. Fuck."
"Don't you dare take that!"
"Think of it as compensation for emotional distress. Don't call me even if he beats the shit out of you either."
"Hey!"
"This is your share. I'll leave a million won."
"You rotten bastard!"
Apparently he'd grabbed the money I'd left by the front door. Tch. Why had I even taken the cash out in the first place? Just like that, I'd ended up getting shaken down by that man. Sure, I'd gotten a little cocky. If there was any silver lining, it was this: I'd only taken one hit.
Through the dizzy haze, a flood of thoughts churned through my skull.
"Are you okay, ahjussi?"
"No."
Soon I heard the door click shut. He was well and truly gone. And I — relieved that he was gone — gave a small shake of my head.
Then I blacked out.
How much time had passed? I came to with a deep, throbbing ache, and the first thing my bleary eyes caught was Bom bolting out of the bathroom in a start.
"Ahjussi. Are you okay?"
"Ah... where am I?"
"You don't remember?"
As my vision slowly sharpened, I took in my surroundings. A familiar room — nothing missing except the blanket that had been on the mattress. Right. I'd come to a motel with Bom. Only then did the shattered fragments of memory begin to reassemble themselves.
She'd stayed by my side and watched over me...? Once I was lucid again, the fact that she hadn't run struck me as almost miraculous.
"You... you looked after me?"
"Yes. Are you really okay?"
Her face was worried, genuinely worried. And I was the man who'd hurt a girl like this. Yeah. I had it coming. Unbelievable.
Feeling like I'd died and come back to life, my past days flickered past like a death montage. It was all my fault — every single day I'd been piling up bad karma, one debt at a time.
"The wound isn't that bad, but you bled a lot."
"You're... washing the blanket?"
"Yeah. Just the bloody part."
Ah, that explained it — the pants she'd sloppily pulled up and the foam still clinging to her feet. A kid this considerate. And I'd laid hands on someone this innocent. Unbelievable. I really was trash.
"Stop it. Just... take the money and go."
"We're going to the hospital."
"How long was I out?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe twenty minutes...?"
Thankfully I hadn't been unconscious for long. I rose slowly, shaking the fog out of my head. Tap. Tap. The towels layered around my skull dropped away one by one.
"You stopped the bleeding?"
"Yes..."
The towels were barely stained. I could picture her changing them out, again and again, pressing each fresh one to my head. The more I looked at how kind she was, the more my desire-soaked heart felt like it might actually be redeemed.
Pretty girl. I'll pay you back every won you're owed. I swear it.
"And also..."
Having wiped the foam off her feet, she sat down beside me. I definitely saw her rinsing off with nothing but water earlier, yet a faint whisper of body scent drifted over, sweet and warm.
"Mm. Go on."
"Hanseong took all the money."
"I left a million won, didn't I?"
"Oh. You saw that too. Heeheet."
And now she was turning on the aegyo. With the face of someone caught red-handed, she smiled in embarrassment — pure girlhood, through and through.
"Are you going to look for him? Report it or something...?"
"Eh, forget it. I'll just consider it my punishment."
"Oh, thank you. I was worried because you have money — I thought you might hire people to find him..."
"What, afraid I'd hunt him down and kill him?"
"Yes. In the movies, people pay to have other people killed. I heard it's actually a real thing..."
"It probably exists. But that's not who I am."
"What a relief."
"Still have feelings for him?"
"I just don't want to get hurt again, that's all."
Her face crumpled, desolate. She closed her eyes slowly, opened them, and looked at me again.
"So. Was that million won... the end of it?"
Then, in a voice barely above a whisper. A voice that had already given up halfway. I slid my hand quietly over hers.
"Suck it. Suck it well and I'll give you more."
"Ah... okay."
I'd nearly died, repented, sworn to be better — but you can't escape your nature. Looking at her face, an urge I absolutely could not hold back came gnawing at me. My head ached too much for sex, though. I lay back down on the bed slowly, and she settled in beside me, lowering her lips bit by bit.
"Mmh, nice. This isn't my first cock, you know?"
"It's my first..."
She answered with her pink tongue stretched long, lapping at the head like an ice cream cone. Holding her gaze while she made a face that obscene — my pent-up lust came to a slow, rolling boil.
"Good girl."
"Um, I... don't have anywhere to sleep anymore."
"Hm? Why? You were living with that bastard?"
"Yes..."
She said it with a flat face even as she licked her way up my shaft. Every time her pink tongue dragged along it, my foreskin glistened under the lights.
"So that's what they call fate, huh. I signed a lease on a place yesterday — just somewhere to kill time. Stay there for now. It's fully furnished, everything's there. You just need to buy a blanket."
"What? Really...?"
"Yeah."
"You rent an apartment just to kill time? Ahjussi... are you married...?"
The smile that had bloomed on her face was wiped clean in an instant. I shook my head right away.
"I may look this unfairly handsome, but I'm still a bachelor."
"Oh. Okay."
Looking relieved, she began licking my balls. She pushed her tongue against the wrinkled pouch like she was basting it with spit, then swallowed as much of it as she could into her wide-open mouth and sucked, hard. She was visibly awkward at it. And yet the mere fact that it was her lips dragging me toward the very peak of arousal.
"Hah, just... stroke it with your hand while you suck, and I'll come fast."
She tucked her hair behind her ear and blinked those big eyes at me in lieu of an answer — then wrapped her hand around my shaft. Maybe it was the contrast with my dark-brown length, but her hand looked even whiter for it.
"Mmh, you're good at this. You've got a knack..."
Mwah, mwah, mwah...
This time, too, she answered with a slow blink of those big eyes and took my cock deeper into her mouth. I felt it with startling clarity — the ridge of my head grinding against the back of her throat. Clumsy, but giving it everything she had. It was supposed to be a transaction, money for service, yet that earnest effort kept shaking something loose in my chest.
"Mm."
And now her hand had started to move. Slick, slick. The hand working my cock, drenched in her own saliva, was maddeningly soft and wet.
"Sw-swallow it!"
I couldn't hold back the rising climax and burst straight into her mouth.
"Mmph!"
Her cheeks and the back of her throat bulged at the same time.
"Nngh!"
Gulp. Gulp.
She swallowed my cum down with the obedient grace of a devoted pet. Even mid-orgasm I kept pumping the rest into that sucking little mouth, strand after strand, and her throat bobbed that way — again, and again, and again.
"Mm."
"How does it taste?"
"Watery... kind of brackish..."
"Say ahh for me."
"Ahh~."
She opened wide, sweetly sticking her tongue out for me.
Saliva mixed with pearly cum stretched in sticky strands between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, shamelessly on display.
"Let's go. To the place you'll be staying for a while."
"Really...? I can really come...?"
"And tomorrow, when you go to work, find out exactly how much debt you're in. Ahjussi will pay it off."
"Re-really? You mean it, ahjussi? Eek!"
At those words she threw herself into my arms. So happy about it. So this is why people play the savior. Cute as hell.
After savoring the afterglow for a while, we headed for my hideaway.
"Wow. This place is really nice. But seriously, are you really not going to the hospital?"
"I am. Right now, actually."
"What? Let's go together!"
Once I'd spread a blanket over the bed for her and straightened up, she rose too, clearly intending to tag along.
"You rest. You've got work tomorrow."
"Sleeping alone is... scary..."
"What are you, a baby? Babies, I swear. Oh, right! The last tenant here moved out in a hurry because they say a ghost shows up. Not that I believe in that stuff."
"Whaaat? Ah! Nooo!"
"Kidding. Just kidding."
"Ah! Seriously!"
The way she pouted her lower lip while scanning the room was so cute that I kept the ghost story going a little longer, teasing her, before heading out. I wanted to rattle her a bit more — the way she startled was just too adorable. Then I stopped by the ER to get my head checked and came home.
Thankfully, they found nothing wrong.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
It was already past noon. I slipped into the apartment quiet as a cat burglar.
Is she asleep?
I glanced toward my mother's room on the way to mine. The light was off. A relief. Even knowing what I'd have to face tomorrow, I wanted to dodge the awkwardness for one more night.
Haah, what am I going to do. Mom's probably kicking herself right now too... right?
My bitter glance snagged on my sister's door. A sliver of light leaked through the gap. She wasn't asleep yet either.
I'd have to come up with money again tomorrow. And I had no desire to squeeze it out of decent, innocent people. Where was I supposed to get it?
Back in my room, I sank into thought — and before I knew it, sleep slid over me like a tide.
Click.
Too deep under to notice someone's hand turning the knob of my door.