009. Knot

Which I didn’t really need anyway, I casually drop the ear pick onto the floor and walk boldly into the bathroom.

A metallic rod rolled across the floor, making a tingureureu sound, but luckily, it was too small a sound to reach her ears.

This is why an ear pick is better than chopsticks.

No need to bring it from the kitchen,

and it’s easy to dispose of.

“What, wh-wh-what is it?!”

“Jinah…”

There’s no woman named Jinah among the women I know.

I just added suitable consonants to the name I heard earlier.

With completely crazed eyes, I stare at her beautiful naked body and take another step closer.

“Jinah… you’re the one who did wrong. It wasn’t my fault…”

“Kyaak! Let go, let go! You crazy…”

I pull Seo Haeun, who’s spitting out curses in shock, into an embrace, pressing my hard, erect cock against her damp navel.

Her ample breasts, which I’d wanted to grab countless times, I press them against my chest and savor them to my heart’s content.

“…Your butt’s gotten much bigger. Did he touch it to make it this big?”

“Wh-what are you talking about…!”

The soft, warm texture of her breasts.

The smooth, sleek feel of her abdomen.

Even the firm yet soft texture of her buttocks, I squeeze them tight, drenching myself in unauthorized pleasure.

“Haaah… You bitch. Do you know how many times I looked the other way when I saw you cheating?”

“Let go, let go…! I’m not your girlfriend…!”

“So now you’re not even my girlfriend? Can’t hang out with a jobless bastard anymore?”

Teasing her, who looked exactly like the imaginary lover I had, down to the mole’s location, I push her further against the wall.

So she can’t break free and escape.

I trap Seo Haeun inside the shower stall.

“You felt fucking amazing when we fucked, didn’t you? Do you like money better than my cock now? Or is he bigger than me?”

“Let me go! Seriously… Crazy. Kang Joo-hyuk, you’re drunk…!”

“I’m doing this because I’m drunk, Jinah. Huh? You bitch. Did I look like an easy target?”

“I told you I’m not Jinah! I’m Seo Haeun, Seo Haeun. Seo Haeun…!”

“What Seo Haeun? Seo Haeun is way hotter than you, by several times.”

“What are you talking about… Mmph…”

Grabbing the wrists of her struggling, resisting body, I defile her lips without any consent.

A kiss sweeter than any I’d experienced before.

Without a thought for her feelings, I thrust my tongue in, thoroughly mixing the scent of alcohol wafting from us.

“Puhah… Haaah…”

“…You bitch…”

After ravaging her tongue until she was almost suffocating, I quickly turn her body, grinding my cock against her buttocks, and place my hands on the breasts I’d longed to squeeze.

I’d felt it when I pressed my body against her, but the heavy, soft sensation.

Even though they welcomed my fingers without resistance when I pushed them in, they quickly pushed away when I relaxed my grip-that infuriating texture made my head spin.

“You crazy rapist bastard, let go…!”

“Yeah, fuck yeah. Rapist. Sounds good. A cheating bitch and a rapist make a great match, don’t they?”

“I told you I’m not your girlfriend, oof, bleh…”

I shove my finger into the mouth of the woman still protesting, blocking her tongue to keep her from speaking.

Then, while rubbing my cock sandwiched between her buttocks, I playfully bite Seo Haeun’s ear, teasing her until she’s increasingly consumed by unwanted pleasure.

“Ung- mph… Aah… Haak…”

“Why is your skin so smooth now? Did you get a massage from him?”

With my free hand, I persistently torment her nipples.

Tickling them with my palm.

Grabbing the tips.

Twisting them just enough not to hurt, then releasing them before squeezing her breast tight between my fingers.

Swallowing even her bright red ear into my mouth, saliva starts dripping, so I slowly release her tongue.

“Heek… Hey, hey… You crazy bastard…”

“Fuck, I wanted to cheat with Seo Haeun too, if I could.”

“What, what are you talking about…!”

The resentment towards Jinah, who only existed in her imagination,

The desire for Seo Haeun, held captive in my hands.

Pouring out all of it without hiding anything, I bring my hand to her still-dry cunt.

Just touching it, I could feel its smooth shape; my cock, wedged between her legs like a hot dog, was ceaselessly leaking fluids.

“Haak… Ah, don’t, don’t touch me…”

As I gently roll my middle finger and press her clit, she lets out a breath clearly different from before.

Not missing a beat, I rub it rapidly, dragging her into the swamp of pleasure where I reside.

“Eung, hey, you crazy, trash bastard…! Let gooo…!”

Pushing my finger a little deeper, inserting my middle finger right between her legs, Seo Haeun’s body began to curl up until she could no longer stand without leaning against the wall.

Supporting her body with my strength, I readjust her into a position clinging closer to me, then, without giving her a moment’s rest, I continue to thrust and rub against her clit and cunt.

“Eung… Euut…! I, I’ll kill you, I told you to let goooo…! Haak…!”

Unable to resist my persistent caresses, she let out lewd whimpers, her whole body trembling.

Feeling that beautiful sight of her feminine body vibrating against me, I slip my hand behind the knees of the pleasure-stricken Seo Haeun and lift her up as if carrying a princess.

“Hey, hey… What are you doing…!”

Is she flustered and unsure what to do,

Or overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment,

Seo Haeun, held in my arms, covers her face with both hands and kicks her legs feebly, resisting me timidly.

But I pay no heed to her resistance, walk out of the bathroom into the room that looks most like a bedroom, kick the door open with a ‘ppang’, and step inside.

“…Jinah.”

“I told you I’m not Jinah, you crazy bastard!”

“Let’s make up. I’ll forgive you. I can’t help myself, your body’s too damn hot.”

“I’m not, you dog-like bastard…”

As soon as I open the door, I throw the soaking wet her onto the bed I see, climb on top of her, spread her thighs, and gaze at her hidden cunt.

…Even more lewd than when I felt it earlier,

her neat little pussy was waiting, soaking wet.

It wasn’t tightly closed, but the pussy barely concealed its inner flesh.

The way it coyly revealed its pink inner flesh only enhanced the disproportionately ample breasts, making my cock throb with arousal.

“You wicked woman, what did I do wrong…!”

“I, I told you it’s not me!”

“I know.”

“What…?”

“I know. …You’re not Jinah.”

After admiring all her hidden parts, I finally let out a sigh in a voice filled with exasperation and tears.

From now on, I’ll throw away excuses like drunkenness or mistaken identity,

and pinning her down with force.

“Haeun-ah.”

“Hey… You crazy…”

“How am I supposed to live?”

Leaning forward, I thrust my left shoulder, marred with ragged scars, before her eyes.

My shoulder, ruined by the director under the Director’s orders.

I can understand the director, but why did the Director grind me down?

Because of you?

She said it wasn’t, but I still haven’t gotten my answer.

Of course,

it doesn’t really matter if it wasn’t because of you.

“That woman met some successful guy, so she’s living well, and seeing you live in a house like this, you must be doing well too. …But I’m crippled in the shoulder and uneducated, how am I supposed to live from now on?”

“Why are you asking me…”

“You’re the only person in the world who cares about me, and you hate my guts. How am I supposed to live from now on?”

I pressure her with a tone suggesting I might slit my wrists any second, masking the water stains from Seo Haeun’s body with tears.

Whether she liked me or hated me back then,

whether I resented her or felt nothing, it doesn’t matter anymore.

All that matters now is playing the tragic protagonist in this drama.

“Should I just fuck you and go to jail? There are people in prison too, right? Maybe I can start over there?”

“Hey, you crazy bastard…!”

“I wish I were crazy too.”

“Ugh…”

I steal her lips once more, letting my now very bitter saliva flow into her mouth.

This time, without touching her breasts or buttocks, I just lift her head slightly by the nape of her neck.

Gently teasing her with my tongue tip, I firmly imprint the meaning of a deep kiss onto her mucous membranes.

“Hoo, haaah… Haak…”

“…Do you know who’s responsible for me ending up like this?”

“I, how would I know that…!”

Finally, I leave teeth marks on Seo Haeun’s shoulder and stretch out my arm, looking down at the flushed woman.

Soaked like a drowned rat, exhausted beneath a man she doesn’t even like.

Her flushed face, her collarbones, her breasts.

Everything about her was lewd,

but at the same time, she looked pathetic and pitiable.

But,

I looked even more pathetic,

like a wet, miserable dog.

With a crazed expression that couldn’t be explained by alcohol alone.

I gazed at her mournfully.

“It’s all my fault. …My fault for picking a fight with you.”

“Wh-what did you say…?”

“The Director told me at the end. …Don’t touch his daughter.”

“…?”

I collapse onto her chest,

thrusting my scarred shoulder before her eyes,

“I really touched her this time, so why don’t you just report me? I want to get caught. …I want to quit everything. Now.”

This marks the climax of the play.

“I won’t show up in front of you again. …I’m sorry.”

“…”

“…It wasn’t your fault, though.”

Words filled not with sincerity,

but only with the scent of regret.