You Won't Forget Me Easily
A massive iron behemoth lets out a thunderous roar as it slows toward the southern terminus. Harin's head rests against the window, her gaze listlessly capturing the blurring scenery of Busan rushing past.
The lingering afterimages of last night's vicious, nightmarish debauchery—and the depraved memories of the morning that followed. Harin desperately tries to erase the chilling, violent voice of Park Minhyuk, who had arrogantly gazed down at her naked body on the bed just before she fled his place like a fugitive.
In that moment, as morning sunlight filtered in, Minhyuk was still straddling her back, pressing his rigidly erect cock lightly against the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed it teasingly against her flesh, already slick from a night of his cum, then suddenly—slowly, shallowly, just enough to tickle—pushed in and pulled out, over and over. Squelch… slurp… squelch… sluuuurp…
"Nngh…! D-don't…"
Harin gritted her teeth, trying to hold back, but a small, aroused moan escaped anyway. Minhyuk chuckled lowly, teasing only the entrance without thrusting deep, denying her release.
"Feel it. Even when I just barely put it in like this, your pussy's slurping me up, slurp slurp. Engrave it in your body, Harin. This feeling… compare it to your boyfriend's cock. Every time you're on a date, kissing, or he fumbles with you… you'll think of my cock for sure. Your body already remembers me."
With that lewd, cruel whisper, Minhyuk roughly seized Harin's wrist and forced her hand onto his scorching cock. He spread her fingers one by one, making her small, trembling hand grip the thick, throbbing shaft completely.
"Jerk it off with your hand. Hard… slowly stroke it."
Harin whimpered, trying to pull away, but Minhyuk began tormenting just her nipples. He pinched and twisted the stiff peaks hard with his fingers, tugged them, while scraping the other with his nail, stabbing pain and pleasure in tandem.
"Ahhk…! It hurts…! Minhyuk-ssi, please…"
Unknowingly, Harin's hand started moving up and down his cock. Schlick… schlick… Sticky sounds leaked between her palm and his shaft. Feeling her motions, Minhyuk whispered even more obscenely.
"Now lick it with your tongue. The head first… then the whole shaft, slowly… with your tongue."
He grabbed her head with one hand, pulling it toward his cock. But Harin shook her head fiercely, eyes brimming with tears, lips clamped shut as if she could never do such a filthy thing she'd never tried before.
"I c-can't… I've never… done anything like this… please…"
Minhyuk clicked his tongue and laughed lowly. "Tch… still pretending to be innocent?"
He stopped holding back, forcing her face still with both hands. Then, stroking his cock rapidly—spurt… splat! splurt! spuuurt!—hot, sticky semen cascaded like a waterfall onto Harin's face. It streamed down her cheeks, soiled her lips, and blanketed her eyelids in white. All the while, he pinched her nipples one last time viciously, swallowing a satisfied groan.
At first, you resisted like you wanted to die, sobbing. But after that, you started bucking your hips right along with me, like a crazy slut enjoying it.
His devilish sneer as he roughly tossed her thin panties aside. I'm not the type to let go of a woman I've targeted, Seo Harin. From now on, be my girlfriend. No—office wife. That term fits perfectly.
Grabbing the chin of Harin, who covered her face in shame and sobbed, Minhyuk lifted it with brutal force and left his most depraved declaration.
I'm not telling you to break up with your boyfriend right now. But now that I've fully savored your body, I have no intention of letting you go easily. And you've tasted a real man's body now, so you won't forget me that easily either. I'll make you mine for sure and train you into the perfect girlfriend.
A married man with his own family, yet he spewed that nauseating arrogance as if he'd rightfully earned the right to drag one woman's life into the gutter.
Harin clenched the train window frame, grinding her teeth. What couldn't he say with words? Just because he'd gained the upper hand once and taken her body by force, acting like he owned her soul too—that disgusting delusion. In the end, Park Minhyuk was just another vile piece of trash, no different from other men who dressed up fancy but turned into rutting beasts driven mad by lust.
No. Oppa is different. Junho oppa is a gentle, warm man far from that beastly violence. The only one who cherishes me more than anyone in the world is Junho oppa. Never again. I won't let that devil control me or betray oppa ever again.
Harin pounded her chest, vowing desperately. From the moment she stepped off at this Busan Station, she'd think only of Junho, who looked only at her, and bury the filthy memories from Minhyuk's house in an eternal grave.
The train came to a full stop at Busan Station platform. As Harin pulled her suitcase through the gates, her eyes caught a familiar, tender face craning desperately through the crowd to find her.
"Harin-ah."
Her lover Kim Junho, spotting her and rushing over with a smile like he'd gained the whole world. Harin flung her suitcase handle aside and threw herself into his arms.
"Oppa."
"Harin-ah, you must've had such a hard time coming all this way. Your face looks so worn out. You couldn't sleep properly because of that horrific thing at work, right?"
Junho gently stroked her thin back and showered endless kisses on her crown. The purest, warmest comfort in the world. Harin buried her face deep in his chest, her eyes reddening with guilt and relief.
"I'm okay, oppa. Seeing you makes me feel alive again."
"My Harin. From today, oppa will treat you like a queen. We both took time off until Tuesday, so since you're here in Busan, let's sightsee everywhere and eat tons of delicious food. I've planned the perfect itinerary."
Junho's devotion, matching their vacations to prepare the ideal date for her. Harin wiped her tears and beamed.
It felt like a radiant weekend salvation had begun, perfectly overwriting last night's hell.
Hand in hand, the couple headed to the Busan Station parking lot. There sat Junho's recently splurged-on used compact car, old and worn.
Junho personally opened the passenger door, escorting her like a gentleman. "Hop in, Harin-ah. The ride's not great, but oppa will drive super safely."
"Pfft. Oppa's car is the best in the world."
Harin laughed and settled into the passenger seat. Junho climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key. With a rattling light engine hum, the car pulled out of the lot.
But right then, as it bumped over a pothole—the moment her back hit the passenger seat—Harin's mind was assaulted by a horrific, grotesque sensation.
The rough, stiff fabric of the worn seat and the cramped, stuffy car air. That shabby reality yanked her senses straight back to the passenger seat of Park Minhyuk's massive black sedan.
The supreme softness of the top-grade leather that cradled her like sitting on clouds. The overwhelming silence blocking all outside noise. And the thick, sensual woody cologne filling the cabin—that married boss's scent.
That wasn't all. Just moments ago at Busan Station, when she'd flung herself into Junho's arms, the first thing her body felt wasn't relief, but alienation.
Compared to Minhyuk's Pacific-wide, rock-hard chest that had crushed her last night, her lover Junho's shoulders and embrace felt so small and frail.
Her mind reviled him as a beast, but her body had already most vividly memorized and compared the absolute powerbroker's luxury capital and overwhelming male specs.
I'm crazy. Have I really lost it? Why am I comparing that devil bastard to oppa? No. I can't do this, Seo Harin.
Harin pinched her thigh hard with trembling hands, shaking her head violently—a desperate struggle to fend off the invading depraved afterimages.
Junho, gripping the wheel, noticed the odd movement and turned with worry. "Huh? Harin-ah, what's wrong? Shaking your head like that. Did some bad memory from work pop up?"
His kind, innocent question. Before that pure concern, Harin's heart felt shredded by guilt.
"Ah, no, oppa. Just… got tired for a sec and zoned out."
Harin forced a smile and clung to his right arm with both hands. "Sorry for worrying you, oppa. Now that I'm next to you, everything's really okay."
Junho stroked her hair tenderly with his big hand and grinned. "Yeah, Harin-ah. Today, let's toss all the bad stuff into the sea and have real fun. First up is that amazing Haeundae restaurant I reserved—get excited."
"Yeah, sounds good, oppa."
The rickety compact carried the couple forward, slicing through Busan's warm sunlight. But behind Harin's closed eyes, dark clouds gathered silently.
Her reason flailed desperately to cling to this happy present with her lover. But Park Minhyuk's chilling, arrogant declaration from atop the penthouse bed echoed endlessly like the cruelest curse deep in her heart.
You won't forget me that easily.
The devil's prophecy was already etched as the most chilling truth into her skin and every cell, slowly gnawing at her soul. This precarious weekend getaway was nothing but the most miserable sandcastle, hiding her perfectly rotting insides.
