The Road Not Taken – Im Ha-yoon

Lee Han sank deep into his office chair, staring intently at the clock. As it struck twelve, a faint smile spread across his lips. With an elegant motion, he rose, smoothed the wrinkles from his suit, and stood before the mirror. After confirming his perfect appearance, he opened the door and stepped out.

Lee Han’s footsteps were light as he walked down the hallway. His eyes caught sight of Park Joon-ho standing in front of a room. Lee Han smiled and approached him.

,Park Joon-ho-gyeongsa-nim, it’s been a while.”

Park Joon-ho slowly turned his head. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was pale. Lee Han wore an expression of surprise at his appearance, but deep within his eyes, a light of victory flickered.

,Didn’t you like my invitation?”

Unlike Lee Han’s gentle voice, the words pierced Park Joon-ho’s heart like a sharp dagger. Struck with shock, Park Joon-ho opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes reflected anger, despair, and a profound sense of loss.

Lee Han slowly approached and wrapped his arm around Park Joon-ho’s shoulder. The gesture seemed comforting on the surface, but in reality, it was the arrogant embrace of a victor.

,Now we’re a team, aren’t we?”

Lee Han’s voice was laced with hypocritical sympathy. He slowly opened the door and continued.

,Ah, you’ll get to see Ha-yoon-ssi after a long time.”

The room was dark. A dim yellow light flickered from the ceiling. In the center of the room, a wooden board slightly taller than a person stood, and on it, a woman was bound in an X-shape. Her youthful skin glowed palely in the dim light. Two men stood on either side of her, their naked bodies half-hidden in the shadows.

Red welts from a whip were clearly visible all over the woman’s body. They were particularly concentrated on her chest and inner thighs, with some areas bleeding. Her vagina and anus were severely dilated, and white semen slowly dripped from them. A small puddle had already formed on the floor.

In contrast to the woman’s condition, a blissful expression lingered on her face. Her eyes were unfocused, and saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. She seemed to be experiencing both pain and intense pleasure simultaneously.

Lee Han and Park Joon-ho entered the room. A cold smile played on Lee Han’s lips. He turned his head slightly towards Park Joon-ho and said, ,How does it feel to see Ha-yoon-ssi looking so happy?”

Park Joon-ho’s pupils trembled violently. The color drained from his face, leaving it pale. His fists were clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh, drawing blood. However, he was frozen in place by the shock, unable to say or do anything.

Lee Han addressed one of the men standing around the woman. ,How is the merchandise?”

The man replied with a satisfied smile. ,I like it. I think I’ll have fun for a while.”

Im Ha-yoon, recognizing Lee Han’s voice, turned her head. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure. ,Lee Han-ssi…” she said.

Im Ha-yoon’s gaze shifted to Park Joon-ho. She forced a smile and said, ,Sunbae-nim, you’ve come too…”

Lee Han smiled coldly, and Park Joon-ho remained frozen in shock. The air in the room was thick with tension.

The man on the opposite side of Im Ha-yoon raised his whip in response to Im Ha-yoon’s reaction. ,Who told you to speak?” he said.

The whip whistled through the air, leaving a red line on Im Ha-yoon’s body with a *chak* sound.

Instead of a scream, Im Ha-yoon let out a suggestive moan. ,I’m sorry. Master,” she said, trembling.

The man’s voice grew colder. ,Master? Since when does a bitch talk?” He swung the whip again.

The whip made a sharp sound as it cut through the air. With a *chak* sound, a new red mark was clearly left on Im Ha-yoon’s body. Im Ha-yoon writhed in pain, letting out a moan. Her skin was already covered in multiple red stripes.

The man standing behind approached Im Ha-yoon. He roughly twisted Im Ha-yoon’s nipples hard. ,Getting horny while being beaten… you’re perfectly optimized as a bitch,” he said mockingly.

Im Ha-yoon didn’t say anything more. Instead, an animalistic sound escaped her lips. ,Meong meong,” she imitated a dog barking. At the same time, fluid gushed from her vulva.

The man tossed the whip aside. As his hand manipulated the wooden board, Im Ha-yoon’s position changed to lying down. He approached Im Ha-yoon and brought his penis to her vulva.

With a rough motion, he inserted himself. Im Ha-yoon’s body shook from the impact. The man began to move his hips in a fast and strong rhythm.

A low moan escaped Im Ha-yoon’s lips. Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were trembling. She seemed to be struggling to suppress the instinctive moans.

After a moment, her expression changed. As if she had made up her mind, she opened her mouth wider. ,Eueung…” It started as a simple moan. But soon, the sound began to change. ,Keong… keong…” She intentionally made sounds like a dog.

Complex emotions crossed Im Ha-yoon’s face. A grimace of pain was mixed with an expression that seemed somewhere ecstatic. Her pupils stared blankly into the air, and even a faint smile lingered on her lips.

Her body continued to shake. At times, her back arched like a bow and then straightened again. Her fingers repeatedly gripped and released the wooden board. Her skin glistened with sweat, and new beads of sweat formed on the red whip marks.

Im Ha-yoon continued to make dog sounds. ,Keong… eueung… keong…” The sound was sometimes close to a moan, and sometimes it sounded like a real dog barking. Tears welled up in her eyes, but it was impossible to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure.

The man grabbed Im Ha-yoon’s face firmly with both hands. His fingers dug into her cheeks. He pushed his penis into her mouth. At first slowly, then deeper and deeper.

Im Ha-yoon instinctively tried to pull her body back, but she was held in place by the man’s hands. Her throat reflexively contracted. The man, unconcerned, began to move his hips back and forth.

His movements became faster and faster. Each time Im Ha-yoon’s lips touched his lower abdomen, a suffocated sound escaped from her nose. The man sometimes pulled out completely and then pushed back in deeply.

Im Ha-yoon’s face grew redder and redder. Tears streamed from her eyes. She barely managed to breathe through her nose, but the attempt was constantly interrupted by the man’s rough movements.

Im Ha-yoon’s face contorted in the man’s grip. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving red marks. He continued to move, focusing only on his own desires, unconcerned with Im Ha-yoon’s reaction.

Throughout this entire process, Im Ha-yoon did not resist. Her body moved passively according to the man’s movements, and her eyes stared blankly into the air.

The room was filled with various sounds. The two men’s rough breathing echoed rhythmically, and the dull sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the space between. Im Ha-yoon’s breathing was irregular. Sometimes fast and shallow, sometimes long and trembling.

As the situation escalated, the intensity of the sounds increased. Park Joon-ho’s breathing also gradually became rougher. His breathing quickened, and intermittent small moans were mixed in.

Lee Han still stared at the scene with an emotionless expression. His eyes shone coldly, and his lips were slightly pursed in a straight line. Only his breathing seemed to be a little faster than usual.

Suddenly, the two men’s breathing became even rougher. As their movements became more violent, Im Ha-yoon’s body shook greatly. Soon after, one of the men let out a low moan, and semen began to flow from Im Ha-yoon’s vagina.

Almost simultaneously, the other man reached his climax. Semen overflowed from Im Ha-yoon’s mouth. It flowed down the corners of her mouth and even flowed back into her nose. Im Ha-yoon coughed and gagged. Irregular swallowing sounds came from her throat.

Im Ha-yoon’s face was flushed, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her body was trembling slightly.

The men, satisfied, sighed and stepped away from Im Ha-yoon. Their actions were as indifferent as if they had finished a routine task.

Im Ha-yoon trembled. Her face was pale, and her eyes stared blankly into the air.

Lee Han slowly turned his head and stared at Park Joon-ho. Park Joon-ho’s face was contorted with anger. But another emotion dwelled in his eyes. A desire that he could not hide, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, flickered in his pupils.

A smile spread across Lee Han’s lips. The smile was mixed with a sense of victory and mockery. ,Gyeongsa-nim, why don’t you join in the fun?” His voice was cold and indifferent.

Park Joon-ho opened his mouth, but no words came out. His gaze was fixed on Im Ha-yoon as if drawn by a magnet. Lee Han saw through the dirty desires of Park Joon-ho hidden in that gaze.

Lee Han walked towards the door without a word. His footsteps were slow but firm. As he opened the door, the cold air of the hallway seeped into the room.

Lee Han paused for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. His eyes slowly scanned the room. Under the dim yellow light, the shadows danced grotesquely.

The shadow cast by Im Ha-yoon’s body was projected onto the wall. The shadow was trembling slightly, as if it were alive. Lee Han’s gaze followed the shadow to Im Ha-yoon.

Her skin was pale, but the red marks created a bizarre contrast. Perhaps because of the humidity in the room, he saw an illusion as if smoke was rising from her body.

Im Ha-yoon’s eyelids were trembling slightly. It was the only sign that her consciousness had not completely faded. Her lips were trembling, as if whispering something, but no sound was heard.

The air in the room was heavy. The smell of sweat and bodily fluids stimulated the sense of smell. Lee Han unconsciously wrinkled his nose, but quickly returned to his expression.

The sound of the second hand of the clock on the wall was particularly loud. He could see Im Ha-yoon’s chest rising and falling in time with the sound. It was the tenacious rhythm of life.

Lee Han looked at Im Ha-yoon one last time. An emotion seemed to flash across his eyes for a moment, but it soon disappeared.

Lee Han’s gaze shifted back to Park Joon-ho. Park Joon-ho was approaching Im Ha-yoon slowly, but with resolute steps.

Just before the door closed completely, a faint smile crossed Lee Han’s lips. The smile contained a sense of victory and deep cynicism at the same time.

Lee Han’s expression, standing alone in the hallway, became emotionless again. No emotion could be read in his eyes. Only the coldness of someone who had carried out everything according to plan remained.