Chapter 57
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: The Forgotten Phone
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- Vrrr vrrr vrrr vrrr
"Ah! It's my parents calling. Assistant Manager Choi, give me a sec to take this. Sorry..."
"Uh, yeah... pick it up quick, it's your parents..."
'Damn it... every time we're about to do something.'
It felt like déjà vu, the same situation repeating itself. No, not déjà vu. Every time Hyun-min tried to get physical with Hye-ri, it was like the entire universe conspired to stop him.
"Haa..."
He couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up so pathetically clinging to a 20-year-old girl. Reality hit him hard.
Coldly speaking, it might be better to just break up with her. She was easily in the top ranks of the girls he'd dated, but if even one hookup was this damn hard, what was the point?
Yet the more he thought about dumping her, the stronger his [obsession] with Hye-ri grew. That reckless outburst at Deputy Manager Yi Hyunwoo earlier? It stemmed from an overwhelming urge to smash that face he made while chatting so amiably with her.
'No way. I can't let go of Hye-ri.'
As Hyun-min sorted out his feelings for her,
"Assistant Manager Choi!!! Assistant Manager Choi!!!"
Hye-ri called out to him urgently after hanging up.
"What happened?"
"What do I do? Sob... My dad's suddenly collapsed and he's at the hospital now."
"What? How'd that happen?"
"I don't know. Sorry, but I have to go."
"I'll drive you to the hospital. Let's go together."
"No. It's too far. You have work tomorrow... I already called a taxi."
"B-but... I'm fine."
"No. Anyway, I'm really sorry. I'm heading out."
"Uh, yeah..."
Hye-ri bolted from the hotel room without a backward glance. Her panicked voice and teary expression showed she was genuinely shocked.
'Haa... sex is off the table for a while now.'
Her dad's health wasn't great to begin with. If he kept pushing like today, he might really get slapped. The thought of another period of unwanted abstinence irritated Hyun-min.
"Should I just head out too? Yeah?"
Staying alone in the hotel would only make him feel more pathetic. The room fee was a waste, but not a huge hit to his wallet. As he rose from the bed,
he spotted a smartphone on the bedside table. His own phone was still in his pants pocket. So whose was this?
'How frantic must she have been to leave her phone behind...'
She must have set it down while talking and forgotten it completely on her rush to the hospital.
'Too late to return it now anyway...'
She'd have reached the lobby and caught a cab by now. Hyun-min figured he'd give it back at the office tomorrow and picked it up.
"Hmm..."
'Should I take a peek?'
Of course he knew he shouldn't, but humans always want what they're told not to have. The more he tried to ignore it, the more that thought dominated his mind.
Unable to resist the temptation of curiosity, Hyun-min sat back on the bed instead of leaving.
A touch lit up Hye-ri's smartphone screen. As expected, it had a pattern lock.
'I've seen her unlock it a million times sitting right next to her.'
She was always snapping photos, searching, or posting on SNS during dates. He'd glimpsed her unlocking it enough times that the pattern stuck, even if he hadn't meant to memorize it.
"Unlocked."
One try, and the pattern unlocked.
Dozens of apps filled the home screen. What to check first? After a moment's thought,
'Gallery, obviously.'
He opened her photo album.
True to form for someone who snapped pics constantly, the screen flooded with a massive collection the moment it loaded.
'She looks even better in photos.'
The first batch: dozens of selfies with the bouquet he'd given her at the restaurant earlier. Whether from the fancy lighting, the flowers, or her beauty—it didn't matter. Every shot looked stunning to Hyun-min.
"Good call on the flowers."
Savoring his girlfriend's pics with a smile,
"..."
Suddenly, off-putting images appeared. Even before tapping the thumbnails, a bad feeling hit him.
- Gulp
Before he could enlarge one, his heart pounded wildly, and his hand holding the phone began to shake.
Ah...
Lingerie-clad poses, fully nude shots thrusting out perky breasts, lying down with a hand half-covering but mound faintly visible, and more.
Dozens upon dozens of nudes scrolled endlessly into view.
Faces mosaicked, but the wavy brown hair down to her shoulders matched his girlfriend Hye-ri's style perfectly.
He'd never seen her naked before, but the rounded shoulders, slim waist, and flowing hip-to-thigh lines felt familiar.
Probably from seeing her clothed silhouette so often.
Lounging casually on the hotel bed, Hyun-min froze solid, unable to move for a while.
"Wh-what the hell..."
But that was just the beginning.
Swiping further through the album,
Selfies of shower foam on her breasts as she gripped them,
Full-body nudes in front of a mirror,
Doggystyle pose exposing ass and pussy—how'd she even take that?—and more.
Shocking shots of Hye-ri kept popping up.
The room was comfortably warm, but chills wracked Hyun-min's body, hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
Counting them: about thirty in total.
- Thud
He set Hye-ri's phone on the bed and took deep breaths to steady himself.
"Hoo... hoo... haa..."
After a few minutes, the shock ebbed, and the shaking slowly subsided.
"Fuck... fuck..."
As the initial shock faded, betrayal and rage boiled up madly. Yet hypocritically, Hyun-min's cock swelled to bursting.
Yanking down his pants, he grabbed her phone and furiously jerked off to her nudes.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
This was worlds apart from wanking to porn at home. And not even five minutes later,
"Ngh..."
- Squirt squirt squirt
Thick, yellowish cum—built up for days?—stained the pristine white sheets.
"Haa... haa haa..."
Before he knew it, he'd blown a load in seconds. But instead of pleasure, a pounding headache hit.
Was this what post-nut clarity felt like? The betrayal and emptiness from her slutty pics—ones he'd been careful not to hurt her over—crashed over him.
"Ha... haha... hahahahaha!"
Laughing maniacally, Hyun-min picked up her phone again and scoured every app.
KakaoTalk, SNS accounts, browser history, logins—he dug through everything. Luckily, nothing else suspicious turned up.
Last was Line, the foreign messenger at the end of the list. Most Koreans used Kakao, so it was mostly for foreigners.
With trembling hands, he opened Line.
- Please enter password.
'No password on Kakao, but this? What the hell was she hiding?'
Fueled by rage and anxiety, he tried her birthday first.
- Login failed. Please enter password again.
"Damn it..."
He tried every number combo related to her, but no dice. Undeterred, Hyun-min started systematically from 0000.
- Tap tap tap tap
No repeats in the four digits, so worst case, 10,000 tries guaranteed success.
- Tap tap tap tap
Plenty of time left at the hotel, and his obsessive frenzy pushed him past halfway to 5000.
About an hour later?
'It opened...'
Pathetically, the password was 7777. Starting from 9 backward would've been faster, but Choi Hyun-min didn't care anymore.
All that mattered was what Kim Hye-ri had been up to, password and all.
"Holy..."
The chats were a circus.
About six active rooms, all the same: thirsty dudes' opening dick pics trying to score via app.
And Hye-ri's consistent replies.
- If you're confident, show me your dick. Let me see how big.
- Jerk it next to something for scale, gotta know if it's huge.
Hye-ri was a total dick pic fiend. No idea why the obsession, but after seeing one, she'd ghost.
One recent chat stood out: way longer than the rest.
It started after the guy sent his dick pic.
Even to Hyun-min, a guy, it was monstrous in size and girth. No need for the ruler shot claiming 18cm—it dwarfed the others.
- Wow oppa, your dick's huge.
- For real? I showed mine, now strip.
Probably took those nudes to flash this dude. Face blurred, but she'd sent her body to some rando.
Trading nudes and dicks led to a video call soon after.
Hyun-min didn't use Line, but somehow the chat retained a recorded video for replay.
- Gulp
No backing out now. He hit play on the video call recording.
Right away: Hye-ri in a mask. The faint hope it wasn't her shattered.
Big eyes peeking over the mask, that hairstyle—definitely Kim Hye-ri.
The guy ogled her otherwise naked body and asked if he could hear her? She said yes, voice making Hyun-min's heart race again.
Yet his cock ballooned harder than before, despite the earlier load.
Then the guy said,
- Introduce yourself.
Hye-ri hesitated, then,
- I'm a 20-year-old college student at OO University. Please watch my shameful display.
"Urk..."
Unable to hold back, Hyun-min gripped his dick and started jerking furiously again.
The guy kept issuing humiliating orders: stand, turn around, squeeze your tits, etc. Then it escalated.
Slutty face while unclasping your bra, spread your pussy with index and middle fingers, ass up on all fours, etc.
Just minutes ago, they'd been dining and dating at the restaurant. Now this—secret filthy play with a chat stranger? Rage burned his face.
But watching her obey an anonymous guy's degrading commands was too hot; he couldn't stop stroking.
Finally, the guy commanded,
- Spread your legs and masturbate.
Embarrassed even with the mask, Hye-ri bowed her head and stood frozen for a bit.
- Not gonna?
Urged by the guy, she soon slid a hand between her thighs.