The Trap Is Set
Rustle—
The pink spots on Lim Taehoon that only I could see crumbled helplessly under my firm pressure. Pink spots changed depending on who you were with, and this bastard was clearly starving for sex. Just having Seoa next to him had hardened those pink spots this much.
Hard to believe the guy had a girlfriend. Which also meant Gu Somin had been refusing him sex.
Sorry, Seoa. I'm going to use you a little this time.
I felt bad saying it, but right now Lim Taehoon couldn't see a damn thing in front of his face.
"Feeling good?"
"Yeah... damn... this is insane. Pros really are different."
Little by little, his sexual hormone levels swelled and his body grew hotter. At this point, even touching him felt filthy. I took my hands off the back of his neck and spoke low enough that only Taehoon could hear.
"I'll clear out for a bit. Go wild."
He started to answer, then glanced sideways at Seoa sitting next to him.
"What were you two talking about?"
I laughed it off.
"I said I was stepping out for a smoke. Taehoon said he wasn't interested. You two hang here a minute."
"Huh? Then I'm coming too!"
Seoa shot to her feet. She really did not want to be left alone with him. And Taehoon—what the hell had he done to make her hate him this much?
"No. Secondhand smoke's bad for you."
I said it gently, and Seoa looked momentarily moved. She pressed a fist to her chest and sat back down.
"Then hurry back... Everyone else already went home, so we should head out soon too."
"Yeah. I'll be right back. You two chat~"
Soft and swelling.
Taehoon's eyes were already gone. Half-lidded, staring at Seoa with pure lust.
I left the two of them behind and walked out.
And in my hand was not my phone, but Lim Taehoon's. I'd swapped them on the way out, snatching it while the lock was still open, and I kept tapping the screen so it wouldn't go dark.
In the lobby, Jin Ayoung called out to me.
"Oh. Junhyun, are you leaving?"
"Just stepping out for a quick smoke. Why? Something wrong?"
"No... I thought Seoa would be going with you, but I didn't see her."
"Seoa doesn't smoke. I'll just light one and come right back. Actually, Ayoung—could I ask you for one favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
Jin Ayoung would do anything I asked. She looked at me steadily.
"S-Seoa..."
"Yeah?"
"I've been working out lately."
"And...?"
"You ever heard of bulking up? Once I cut from here, I can build a body just like those celebs on Instagram."
"...So you're saying all those people used to be fat like you?"
"Yeah. Obviously! You don't know anything. If you build muscle while you're skinny, you never get that kind of size. There's a reason people bulk. Hey, want to feel? I've been training hard—my chest and arms are rock solid."
Taehoon rolled his sleeve all the way up to his shoulder and flexed his bicep like Popeye, showing off for Seoa.
"Go on, touch it."
"...No thanks? It's gross. Put your arm down."
"..."
The unexpected reaction sent rage shooting straight to the top of his skull.
Kim Seoa, you fucking bitch. You gave me attitude all through high school, and you're still doing it now that you're grown? Once a dick's in you, you won't be able to move an inch.
Ever since the unexpected money storm hit him, Taehoon had started measuring people in cash.
And he wasn't wrong. Money made everything possible. Money could buy people. Money could get you pretty women. Gu Somin had been the same. He'd approached her planning to seduce her, then used her father's critical condition to lock her into a relationship with almost no effort.
So he figured Seoa would be the same kind of woman.
She didn't have any obvious weakness, but women were all the same in the end.
"Hey, Seoa. I've been making a ton of money lately. You know. Bitcoin."
"So? What do you want me to do about it."
Twitch.
When things didn't go his way, a vein immediately stood out on Taehoon's forehead. He'd suffered from adult diseases since childhood because of obesity, and high blood pressure had always been his constant companion.
A creeping pressure rose from the back of his neck and slammed into his brain. A heavy sensation settled at the base of his skull. The doctor had warned him that if blood pooled in the back of his head and couldn't drain, it would be dangerous.
But thanks to Junhyun working it out earlier, it felt manageable.
Taehoon smoothed down the surge of emotion and shot a sideways glare at Seoa. She'd been staring at her phone the whole time.
It was driving him insane. He'd thought once they were alone, the mood for sex would just happen on its own. It hadn't.
This is nothing like what that bastard Junhyun said...
But for a while now, his groin had been strangely itchy. Heat crawled up through him, conjuring feelings that hadn't been there before. Emotion made it easy to misread things. He mistook the heated air for the atmosphere of the whole room—not just something happening inside his own body.
That delusion made Taehoon decide it was fine to push things faster. On impulse, he reached out and snatched the hand of Seoa, who had been endlessly fiddling with her phone.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Seoa recoiled in shock at the sudden move.
Taehoon's answer was breathtakingly absurd.
"You like me too. Drop the act."
"Kyaah! What the hell are you doing right now?"
Taehoon shoved his head toward Seoa's stomach like a charging wild boar. Seoa screamed as if a cockroach had just crawled on her and cracked him hard across the back of the head.
Smack—!
"Ow, fuck! You playing around?"
"I'm not playing. Let go of my hand. Want me to call the cops?"
"Cops? Pwahaha! After sending every signal in the book, now you're calling the cops? Fine, call them. Go on. Call them."
Rage boiled over. Taehoon grabbed her other hand too. He kicked the table aside with his leg, climbed on top of her, and pinned her under his heavy weight.
"Kyaah! Lim Taehoon, have you lost your mind? You want to go to prison?"
"I said call them, you bitch. Cut it out and spread your legs. You've always had a reputation as a slut."
"What the hell are you talking about? Where did you pick up that garbage rumor..."
"Please. You think I don't know about your queen bee act? One look at Kang Junhyun and it's obvious."
"What? What is that even supposed to mean!"
"It's common knowledge. The guys said you led Kang Junhyun on like you were going to give it up, then dumped him after stringing him along."
"Ugh, that is complete bullshit. When did I ever do that? I didn't even know he liked me. We were kids."
Even as they argued, Taehoon felt his lower half throbbing like a pig in heat. The heavy pressure kept building—he didn't think he could hold out much longer.
Weird. This has never happened before... Is it the alcohol?
The sense of danger lasted only a moment.
Past the point of rational judgment, Taehoon was already guiding Seoa's hand toward his waistband.
"Hey! Hey! What the hell are you actually doing. Kyaah! Somebody help me! Kyaah!"
"Acting like I'm some kind of criminal..."
"You—you are committing a crime right now. Tae-Taehoon! Snap out of it! Kyaah! Help me! Junhyun!"
"Shut the fuck up. I'll stick it in and make sure you can't make a sound."
Taehoon finally let go of Seoa's hands. It didn't matter. His crushing weight had her pinned so completely she couldn't do anything—just a few weak punches against his chest.
His hands were already sliding down over Seoa's breasts. He had crossed a river he couldn't come back from. Drowning in lust, Taehoon cupped her full chest and chuckled with satisfaction.
"Junhyun! Aaaah!"
Tears welled at the corners of Seoa's eyes.
Hearing Junhyun's name from her mouth put a slight sour taste in Taehoon's mouth. He kept groping her chest as he asked,
"Hey. You've been going Kang Junhyun, Kang Junhyun this whole time. Don't tell me you actually like that bastard?"
"Hic... Get your hands off me. You son of a bitch..."
"Answer first. Do you like that bastard or not, fuck."
Tears that had been on the verge of spilling finally rolled down the side of Seoa's face in thick streams. She'd thought today would be a warm, good time with Junhyun. Instead it had come to this. If she'd known, she never would have come to the reunion—or anything else.
And this pig in heat had his eyes rolled back, waiting for nothing but the chance to fuck her, like something had possessed him.
This is the worst. Seriously.
Seoa found herself thinking back to high school again. Kang Junhyun. She had never wanted to hurt that boy. The truth was, from the moment he'd massaged her shoulders for free, she'd felt a warmth from him—and carried a tiny spark of fondness in her heart.
Even when she first saw him again at a college reunion, the memories came flooding back and she found herself wanting to get closer for no real reason.
Life had beaten her down, and Junhyun had gone into the military, so contact thinned out and the distance between them grew. Then she took a job in insurance. The more work piled up and the more the pressure of sales crushed her, the more she became a monster born of capitalism—someone who put money first without even noticing.
So even when she saw Junhyun again after so long, she'd ended up pitching him without meaning to.
She still regretted that.
But what Taehoon was saying wasn't true. It was unfair. She had no idea who'd spread such a ridiculous rumor, but she hoped above all that it had never reached Junhyun's ears.
I even wanted to kiss him today...
"I do. I like Kang Junhyun."
"Fuck... So what..."
Taehoon had already stripped off his pants and was pulling Seoa's down with them. He yanked her underwear down, and without even tasting what was in front of him, fumbled to aim himself so he could thrust straight in.
Seoa squeezed her eyes shut. The tears that had been gathering spilled all at once in a thick stream.
And right then—
While Taehoon's cock, too excited to find the right hole, was still rubbing against the entrance, the door behind him burst open with a bang.