Perfect Isolation
The next morning. The underground parking lot of the luxury apartment complex.
I sat in the driver's seat of the celebrity van, staring into the rearview mirror, and let out a short, amused chuckle.
"Good morning, Director. Madam."
The couple descended with a soft ding, and I opened the car door to greet them.
Director Lee was all smiles, but Ji-yoon standing beside him looked deathly pale.
She glanced back and forth between me and the massive van, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"Huh…? Why is the driver coming out of the van?"
Unease flashed across her face as she clutched her husband's arm tightly.
"Honey. Where's Manager Kim? I clearly called last night before bed and told him to bring the van over."
"Ah, did I forget to mention it? I called the manager again this morning."
"Huh…? What did you say?"
"Manager Kim won't be coming anymore, starting today."
Ji-yoon's eyes widened grotesquely.
"What are you talking about? Why isn't he coming?"
"You know that rookie, Han Yu-ra, right? She's starting a new project, and they're seriously short on staff."
"……."
"I transferred all the staff who were handling you over to her side for the time being."
"Honey! Why are you only telling me now? Without even discussing it…!"
"Come on, you're a veteran. You don't need much hand-holding. I've already put together a solid backup plan."
Director Lee grinned and gave my shoulder a light slap.
"Starting today, Sang-go here is your dedicated driver and manager."
"…What?"
"I thought he was just good at driving, but it turns out he can handle security, schedule management—everything."
"I don't want this… Assign someone else. Or I'll just take taxis everywhere."
"Honey, what kind of top star takes taxis? What if the reporters see you?"
He forcibly pushed his wife's back toward the rear seat of my van.
"From now on, hand over all your schedules to him. Got it?"
"Honey, please…!"
"Driver Geon. Take good care of my wife. Give her twenty-four-hour close protection."
"I'll keep that in mind. I'll attend to every inch of her, without leaving a single gap."
Ji-yoon looked like she'd been driven to the edge of a cliff.
"I'll head to the office first! See you tonight."
Her husband climbed into his sedan and left the parking lot without a backward glance.
The moment he disappeared, the strength drained from her legs.
I caught her waist just as she started to collapse and roughly shoved her into the back seat.
"Kyaa…!"
Bang!
I slammed the door shut, moved to the driver's seat, and hit the lock button.
Click.
A perfectly sealed chamber was now complete.
"Hic… Hah…."
Ji-yoon pressed herself against the window, panting like a cornered herbivore.
I twisted the rearview mirror around and stared straight into her tear-filled eyes.
"You heard that, right?"
"……."
"All your limbs have been cut off."
"Now the only one left by your side is me."
"Y-you crazy bastard!"
"Schedules, meals, wardrobe changes, right up to the waiting room door. I'll be guarding all of it."
I smirked and reached for the buckle of my pants.
Ziiip—.
"Once a day. You haven't forgotten our promise, have you?"
"Haa… Hup…."
"Yesterday was day one. Today is day two."
I gave my menacingly erect cock a light tap and growled low in my throat.
"Spreading your legs first thing in the morning would be rough, so I'll be generous and let you use your mouth today."
"D-don't come near me! Please…."
"Hurry up and crawl forward. Open your mouth."
"I really can't do this…. Just drive…."
"The new manager needs to start the day in a good mood if you want your schedule to go smoothly, doesn't he?"
She hugged her own body tightly with both arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
Instead of dragging her over by force, I pulled the silver Zippo lighter from my pocket.
"I trained you all night last night."
Click.
A cold metallic sound.
At that single noise, her hunched shoulders jerked violently, as if she'd been electrocuted.
Click.
"Haa… Ngh… Ahh…."
"Your mind is rejecting this in horror, but your body is already reacting completely differently."
Her slender thighs were twisting on their own, rubbing against the seat.
Her brain was reflexively recalling the brutal memories from last night.
"Haaah! S-stop…!"
"Your mouth says no, but you're already soaking wet down there."
"N-no I'm not, ugh, I'm not!"
I set the lighter on the console box and gave a cold command.
"Stop acting like a bitch in heat and get in the front seat already."
"Hic… Aah."
"Don't make me click this lighter one more time, Song Ji-yoon!"
The terror of missing her schedule. The uncontrollable conditioned reflex.
In the end, the noble goddess's pride crumbled like a sandcastle.
"Hic… Sob."
Sniffling, Ji-yoon began crawling over the narrow console.
Still wearing her high-end silk blouse.
Slide.
Her head dropped between my legs.
I roughly grabbed her trembling face and pulled it forward.
"Be careful not to smudge your makeup. I have to empty everything before the car can leave."
"Haa… Hup…."
Her quivering lips parted, and she began to obediently swallow me.
Slurp, sluuuurp—.
"Use your tongue properly and savor every inch."
"Ugh… Glk, hic…."
"It's the taste of a real man you've forgotten for two years. Remember it down to your bones."
I stroked her panting cheeks with deliberate tenderness.
"An elegant top star outside, a saintess serving her impotent husband at home."
"Hngh… Slurp, n-no…."
"How suffocating it must have been all this time? All that pent-up desire with nowhere to go."
Her ears burned bright red as she tried to deny it with her mouth full.
"So inside this car, don't hold back."
"Sluurp, slurp… Ngh…."
"You're not being forced by me. I'm the one allowing you to do this."
The more my hand moved, the more shamelessly Ji-yoon's tongue worked.
As if she were sucking me because she wanted to.
"You can throw away that heavy mask in here."
"Hic… Sluuuuurp…."
"Don't hold back. Become vulgar. I'll make this car your only breathing hole."
Deceptive permission.
But her shallow defense mechanisms weren't so easily dismantled.
"Ugh… Slurp, ngh…!"
"Don't put so much force in your tongue. Your jaw will hurt."
"Haa… Hup… I-I'm just…."
With a tear-streaked face, she looked up at me and clenched her teeth.
"I'm not doing this because of you…! I'm only enduring it for my husband! To protect my place!"
"Still running that mouth to the very end."
I tightened my grip on the back of her head as she tried to rationalize.
"Ugh?! Glk, uuuugh!"
The limit came quickly.
I poured every last drop of my hot lust deep into her throat.
"Ugh, glk! Kgh!"
The moment I pulled out, she gagged and covered her mouth.
I clamped one hand over her lips as she tried to spit it out.
"Swallow."
"Mmph, mmph…!"
"Not a single drop. Today's quota isn't finished yet."
Ji-yoon shrank back and forced the burning liquid down her throat.
I removed my hand and lifted her pale chin.
"Haa… Haa… Is that enough now? Drive already…!"
"No. I'm adding one new rule."
"What…?"
"From now on, whenever you receive my mark, you must start with this greeting."
I pressed my lips right against her ear.
"'Thank you for filling in for my impotent husband and satisfying my sexual desires.' Say it."
"Are you… insane?! Why would I say such nonsense!"
"You're not going to?"
"I absolutely won't! I'd rather die…!"
"Really? Then I'll just get hard again and make you drain me one more time."
I tapped the clock on the dashboard.
"We're already fifteen minutes past the shop arrival time. Wasn't your first schedule a live broadcast? It'd be fun if you were late without permission."
"You… really… fucking bastard…."
"Don't waste time. One more load and it'll be a real no-show. Hurry up and say thank you."
"Hic… Sob… Haa…."
She covered her face with both hands and broke into sobs.
The pressure of time and the thick terror of falling into the abyss.
In the end, the proud top star bowed her head.
"Haa… Sob… Th-thank you for filling in for my impotent husband…."
Biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, she forced out the humiliating line.
"And for… sob… satisfying my sexual desires… thank you…."
"I can't hear you. Look me in the eye and say it properly."
"Haa… Thank you for filling in for my husband and satisfying my sexual desires…!"
The ultimate cognitive dissonance—making her recite that she was grateful for having her lust satisfied.
Her self-defense of 'I'm only enduring this as a sacrifice' shattered with that single shameful repetition.
"Very good, Song Ji-yoon."
I gently stroked her sobbing head and started the engine.
Vroom—.
The engine roared as the van began to pull out of the hellish parking lot.
"Now return to your seat."
"Hup…."
"You'll hurt yourself going over the speed bumps. Hurry and get in the back."
At my casual instruction, Ji-yoon trembled as she lifted herself off the console.
Her face, flushed with shame, was buried deep in her hands.
The sight of her scrambling into the back seat and curling up in the corner was almost comical.
The van smoothly crossed over a large bump and merged onto the main road.
I adjusted the rearview mirror and spoke in a refreshingly professional tone.
"The script for this afternoon's live broadcast is in the pocket behind the passenger seat."
"……Huh?"
"Please review it before we arrive at the shop."
"You… just a moment ago…."
"Is something wrong? Does it feel awkward having a new dedicated manager doing his job?"
My voice was eerily calm.
There was no trace of the beast that had been growling between her legs just minutes earlier.
It was the perfectly professional tone of a manager who had switched into work mode.
"Ugh… Haa… Sob…."
Ji-yoon, who had fled to the back seat, clutched her mouth with both hands and continued to sob.
The foreign sensation and humiliation of the liquid she'd been forced to swallow made even breathing difficult.
"Ji-yoon."
"Hic…."
"Stop making those pathetic crying noises and wipe your tears."
"How… sob… can I not cry… after what you just did to me…!"
"Are you planning to cry like that and deliver your lines in front of the live broadcast cameras too?"
"……!"
My cold remark made her flinch and suck in a sharp breath.
"With all your regular staff gone, what are you going to do if the goddess shows up late without notice and with tears in her eyes?"
"Haa…."
"The tabloids would have a field day. The public would be so worried."
"N-no… Ugh…."
"Then wipe your face quickly."
Under rational pressure, she crumbled.
With trembling hands, Ji-yoon hurriedly wiped the tear tracks from her cheeks with her sleeve.
"Your voice is still hoarse."
"Haa… Ngh…."
"Blow your nose and clear your throat with a cough."
"Ahem… Hem…."
"That's it. Clear your throat like that and look at the script."
I smoothly turned the steering wheel and continued driving with perfect composure.
"I wouldn't want anyone saying the new manager failed to take proper care of the madam."
"You really are… ugh, a fucking piece of shit…."
"That's high praise. We're almost at the shop, so fix the smeared makeup around your mouth."
"Haa… Ugh."
It was a vicious case of cognitive dissonance.
The same man who had just forced her to recite those humiliating words was now wearing the mask of the most thorough and rational manager, issuing instructions as if nothing had happened.