The Velvet Trap
Seo Harin's footsteps were as light as feathers as she stepped into the marketing department's partition. The office where the vile boss Kim Manager had choked the life out of everyone until last week had been utterly purged by the audit team—he'd vanished completely. The air there was unbelievably clear and refreshing. After setting her bag down at her desk, Harin's gaze naturally drifted to the manager's desk, which should have been empty. And she doubted her own eyes.
On that worn, disgusting chair of Kim Manager's sat Park Minhyuk, the branch's absolute powerholder, impeccably tailored in a dark gray suit. The other employees, having just arrived, froze in place, their faces paling. Minhyuk rose leisurely from his seat and strode to the center of the partition. His overwhelming physique and chilling aura seized the office in an instant.
"Everyone, you've all worked hard getting in this morning." His low, smooth baritone sliced through the silence. "As you know, Manager Kim Jong-sik has been disciplined and left the company over a highly regrettable matter. As his department head, he failed in his duties and even wounded his staff. As the Executive Director responsible for the company, I apologize on his behalf from the bottom of my heart."
A bow from the highest power—that was an unprecedented, tender act no ordinary employee could even dream of. Awe and relief flickered in the staff's eyes.
"Until a new department manager is appointed, I'll be sitting in this spot myself for the time being, handling and supporting the marketing team's work directly. If you have any difficulties or need approvals, don't hesitate to come to me. Have a good morning, everyone."
Minhyuk's short, flawless declaration. The staff erupted in applause and cheers. Harin's chest swelled wildly too. In the place of the incompetent, violent trash boss, the most perfect, mannerly savior who'd rescued her was now leading the team himself. Her hellish office life had flipped overnight into dazzling paradise. Beyond just breathing easy, a dizzying anticipation made her crave coming to work every morning. Hiding behind her monitor, Harin stole glances at his sculpted profile and smiled secretly to herself.
Utterly unaware that it was all the beast's most gorgeous, ruthless velvet carpet, laid out to swallow her whole.
A few days later, the marketing department held a full-team dinner to celebrate Minhyuk's interim appointment as department head. The venue wasn't the cheap pork belly joint Kim Manager had insisted on, reeking of meat grease. It was a private upscale restaurant offering unlimited premium Hanwoo omakase and expensive sake. Minhyuk swiped his personal black card—not the company one—to treat his team to the flawless taste of capital.
"Alright, you've all worked hard. Today, forget ranks and just enjoy yourselves." With Minhyuk's toast, the mood hit fever pitch. Harin mingled with her peers, savoring pricey drinks and relishing the rare sense of freedom.
Then, past 10 p.m., Minhyuk began subtly, naturally separating the prey from the herd. "I'm heading out now. I'll leave my card here, so the rest of you go on to round two and keep having fun. I'll discretionarily push back tomorrow's start time, so go wild."
The staff cheered, snatched his card, and stampeded out to the karaoke bar for round two. In the bustling street outside the restaurant, Harin was about to follow her friends when Minhyuk's large hand lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Employee Seo Harin? A word."
Confirming her friends had moved ahead, Minhyuk flashed her his gentlest, most charming smile. "Harin, I know how much you've suffered because of Kim Manager the other day. As Executive Director, I feel deeply sorry, so I'd like to apologize properly and offer some comfort. If it's okay with you, how about a light glass of wine at my place?"
The married superior's covert proposition hit like a hook. The old Harin—or a sober one—would have recoiled in horror and refused. No matter the boss, stepping into a man's private space late at night crossed a clear line. But alcohol had clouded Harin's reason, disarming her before the perfect savior mask Minhyuk wore. The benefactor who saved me from hell. The safest, most admirable adult showering me with undeserved kindness. And he's a perfect married man with a family, isn't he?
Meeting his cool, deep gaze, Harin nodded unwittingly. "Yes, Executive Director. That's fine."
It was the dumbest, most fatal acceptance—thrusting her own neck into the devil's maw.
How much time had passed? In the dimly lit bedroom, Harin's vision shook grotesquely. Behind her back, she felt the cool touch of bedsheets.
"Mmph… mmph…!" Her lips were crushed roughly. Minhyuk invaded her mouth without giving her a breath. It was a sticky, scorching kiss. His thick tongue pried her lips apart, forcibly entwining with hers. Saliva mixed with wet, slurping sounds filling the room. Even as Harin desperately twisted her head away, his large hand gripped her jaw, refusing to let go. Each deep thrust of his tongue sent drool spilling down her throat. His other hand already clutched her voluptuous breast roughly. Her massive, pale tit spilled out as her bra tore away, mangled in his grasp. Fingers dug into flesh, kneading, squeezing, shaking it. Each tremor of her body made his palm graze her nipple, stimulating it harder.
"Hngh…! Let… Executive Director… mmph…!" Tears streamed as Harin pushed at his solid shoulders with both hands, but he kissed deeper, devouring her resistance. Then he pulled back slightly, hot breath in her ear. "Shh. Quiet, Seo Harin."
The kindly giant uncle's voice was gone, replaced by a lust-maddened beast's growl. With one hand, he flipped aside the remnants of her bra, pinching her pink nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it. Alternating sides, he pinched hard, scraping lightly with his nails. Her nipple stiffened instantly. At the same time, he wedged one knee between her legs. His hard kneecap pressed precisely against her panty-covered pussy. As he slowly rocked it back and forth, the thin fabric ground against her entrance. Her body writhed involuntarily, legs spreading.
"Ah… no… hng…!" Twisting in pleasure and terror, Harin felt him press his knee harder, forcing her legs wide apart. Now she was fully exposed, rubbing her pussy on his knee.
"Aang…! Junho oppa… please…"
The moment she pitifully called her Busan lover's name, Minhyuk's hand slipped inside her panties. Two fingers plunged fearlessly into her sopping entrance, soaked from terror and sin. Wet flesh sucked them in greedily.
"Haa… hng…! Nooo…!" Her moan burst out, but Minhyuk covered her mouth again. Deeper, stickier kiss. His long tongue burrowed deep, swallowing her moans whole. "Mngh… ngh…!" Her pleading whimpers were sucked into his throat. His tongue coiled hers, mixing saliva, trapping her voice completely. His fingers still ravaged her pussy inside the panties, thrusting in and out along her walls, hitting her most sensitive spots precisely. Her body trembled under his hand, knee, and endless kiss—utterly dominated.
How had it come to this? When had it gone wrong? Rewind the clock a few hours.
Arriving in a black sedan at the top floor of the luxury condo. The elevator doors opened into Minhyuk's home, and Harin lost herself to the overwhelming scent of capital. Beyond the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, Seoul's glittering nightscape sprawled dizzyingly below. Marble floors worth tens of millions, massive paintings fit for a gallery. A world galaxies apart from Kim Junho's ramyeon-fueled drudgery in Busan—a space for gods.
"Have a seat, Harin. Make yourself comfortable." Minhyuk shed his suit jacket, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and headed to the open kitchen. With deft, elegant moves, he grilled premium Hanwoo steak and plated caviar. Soon, picture-perfect dishes and top French vintage wine adorned the massive marble table.
"Here, drink up. My small apology to our department's ace for all your hard work." He filled her crystal glass with ruby wine. Harin took it with enchanted eyes. The first sip melted her brain with its rich, intoxicating grape essence—unlike anything she'd tasted.
A man of overwhelming wealth cooking for her, pouring wine. Harin felt like a fairy-tale heroine.
"Really, it's delicious, Executive Director. I don't deserve such luxury."
She smiled, cheeks flushed. But glancing around the living room, a strange dissonance hit her eyes.
"But… is it okay for me to be here so late? Your wife might feel uncomfortable."
A natural, sensible question. Harin glanced around. This vast, beautiful space oddly lacked any trace of a woman. No wedding photo on the table, no heels at the entrance. Only a thoroughly masculine, dry male scent dominated.
Minhyuk swirled his wine with his gentlest, most nonchalant lie. "Oh, my wife's at her parents' for a bit. I'm alone for now, so relax and drink without worry."
Perfect alibi. Buzzed, Harin didn't probe the faint oddity. Knowing his wife was away only fueled the thrilling sin of being alone with a married man.
"Ah, I see. That's a relief." She gulped down glass after glass of the red poison he poured. Tension melted in the capital's comfort; her flimsy defenses crumbled like sand. Her full breasts tilted precariously over the table. Drunk eyes hazily roamed his open shirt collar.
"Oh, right. This week… I'm going to Busan. To see my oppa."
Tongue slurring, she muttered and staggered up. She'd vowed to go comfort Junho this weekend.
"Executive Director, I… I should head out. I booked a train ticket for tomorrow."
Fumbling for her things, her sky-high blood alcohol had already sapped her legs' strength.
"Whoa." As her legs buckled toward the floor, Minhyuk's strong arm snaked around her slim waist, yanking her into his embrace. Flung against his broad chest, Harin gasped raggedly, face buried there.
"Harin, where do you think you're going, this drunk? You couldn't even catch a taxi alone."
His voice was still soft, but his arms locked her inescapably.
"No… I have to go. Oppa’s waiting in Busan."
"Plenty of guest rooms. It's dangerous—stay here tonight, and I'll drive you to the station myself tomorrow morning."
He ignored her faint protest. Scooping under her knees, he hoisted her lush body effortlessly. "Eek! Executive Director, put me down!" Floating in air, she whined, arms around his neck. Minhyuk strode boldly to his innermost bedroom. The heavy door burst open with a kick—BAM! Under dim lights, the massive bed awaited. He lifted her with one arm and hurled her mercilessly onto the soft bedding.
"Ack…!" As Harin sank into the mattress, blinking dazedly, Minhyuk ripped off his shirt like tearing flesh and pounced like a beast. His knees pinned her waist; arms wrenched her wrists above her head, fixed. The kindly hypocrite's mask shattered, revealing the cruelest, hungriest predator's true face.
"Where do you think you're going, Seo Harin." His voice rumbled low and rough. His dark, chilling eyes raked her full breasts and glistening lips like a beast. A nauseatingly dominant devil's smile curled his lips. "You crawled into my territory yourself… and thought you'd escape alive?"
Harin gaped to scream in horror, but "Mmph…! Mmmph…!!" His rough, hot lips devoured hers. A suffocating, violent kiss. His thick tongue battered her lips, coiling hers madly. Saliva sloshed and overflowed stickily. He plunged deep, thrusting into her throat, sucking down her screams. "Mmmph…! Hngh…!" Her pitiful cries slurped into his mouth. Drool spilled from her lips, trickling down her chin and neck, gleaming. One hand tore her blouse, seizing her breast; the other dove wildly under her skirt. Each frantic wriggle on the bed met harder kisses swallowing her moans, deeper tongue thrusts. Slurping saliva and choked gasps filled the bedroom.
The brutal truth: the man she'd trusted as her sole lifeline from hell was the cannibal ghoul waiting to drag her deeper. Kim Junho's desperate pure love was being filthily, miserably shredded on this lavish bed by a married man's spit and tongue.
Perfect ruin. And the gates of irredeemable sin's hell yawned open, slick and complete.
