#138.

Im Ha-yoon carefully placed the cushion on the chair. The tips of her fingers trembled slightly. As she sat on the cushion, a familiar pain shot through her lower body. She bit her lip, suppressing a groan. But within that pain, a sweet pleasure crept up her spine. Im Ha-yoon unconsciously lifted and lowered her hips slightly. Even that small movement made her breathing quicken.

,I need to focus…’ she repeated in her mind, but her head was already filled with other thoughts.

While sorting through the piled-up documents, her hands moved mechanically. But her consciousness was recalling the memories of the night before. Lee Han’s touch, his breath, and the moment she became one with him…

,Im Ha-yoon.

At the team leader’s voice, she startled and looked up.

,Did you have a good vacation?

Im Ha-yoon tried to smile. ,Yes, something urgent came up at home… I’m sorry.

The team leader patted her on the shoulder. ,I understand. Don’t overdo it.

As he disappeared, Im Ha-yoon breathed a sigh of relief. But at that moment, the sensation she felt as she shifted her position on the cushion made her face flush.

During lunchtime, Park Joon-ho approached.

,What made you take a vacation?

Im Ha-yoon looked at his neat face. But Lee Han’s ordinary face came to her mind. A strange excitement washed over her.

,It’s nothing special,’ she answered politely.

,Is that case closed?

A smile spread across Im Ha-yoon’s face. ,Yes, it turned out to be nothing. I closed the case.

Park Joon-ho smiled brightly and patted her on the shoulder. ,You worked hard. How about dinner tonight?

At his suggestion, Im Ha-yoon’s heart beat rapidly. But it wasn’t because of anticipation, but another emotion.

,Dinner is difficult… Can I visit you at night?’ Her voice trembled slightly.

Park Joon-ho’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. ,Okay.

As he left, Im Ha-yoon looked at his retreating figure and sneered. The smile on her lips was now cold and cynical.

As she sat back down, the feel of the cushion stimulated her. Im Ha-yoon took a deep breath. Within her, a new desire and an old sense of duty were clashing. But now she knew which side she would choose.

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Park Joon-ho was sitting on the living room sofa, fiddling with his phone. He tried to hide his nervousness, but the tension within him was evident in the way his fingers aimlessly swiped across the screen.

When the doorbell rang, he jumped up in surprise. Im Ha-yoon was standing when he opened the front door. Her face was flushed, and her whole body seemed to be drenched in sweat.

,Are you okay?’ Park Joon-ho asked.

Im Ha-yoon smiled and replied. ,I’m fine.

The moment she entered the living room, a strange scent brushed past Park Joon-ho’s nose. His heart began to beat rapidly. Feeling desire rising, he hurriedly followed Im Ha-yoon.

Im Ha-yoon naturally opened the refrigerator and took out water. While she quenched her thirst, Park Joon-ho’s gaze was fixed on the beads of sweat trickling down her neck. He unconsciously swallowed.

Slowly, like a cat approaching its prey, Im Ha-yoon approached Park Joon-ho. The smile on her lips looked sweet yet dangerous. Her hands gently began to undress Park Joon-ho.

Park Joon-ho’s breathing quickened. He hurriedly tried to undress Im Ha-yoon, but she stopped him.

,Don’t rush so much,’ her voice rang out low and softly.

Im Ha-yoon stepped back and headed to the bed. Park Joon-ho hurriedly took off his remaining clothes and followed her. His eyes were full of desire.

On the bed, Im Ha-yoon slowly undressed. Leaving only her panties on, she lay down gracefully. Park Joon-ho’s hand reached for her panties.

As Park Joon-ho’s fingers gently pulled down her panties, Im Ha-yoon spread her legs, directing her crotch toward Park Joon-ho.

The air in the bedroom grew heavy. Park Joon-ho’s gaze went to Im Ha-yoon’s crotch. His eyes widened, then his brow furrowed. As if trying to confirm something, he leaned forward.

A small light sparkled around Im Ha-yoon’s most intimate area, her anus. The jewel-like object caught Park Joon-ho’s attention. His breathing quickened, and his Adam’s apple moved greatly.

Silence fell in the bedroom. Only the sound of the ticking clock seeped through their tense breaths. Park Joon-ho’s lips twitched, but no words came out.

Im Ha-yoon lay still. The smile on her lips was enigmatic. Her eyes were cold and sharp, but at the same time, they sparkled with anticipation.

Park Joon-ho’s hand moved slowly. His whole body trembled slightly as his fingertips touched the object. He hesitated for a moment, but then he carefully pulled it out.

‘Ppok’

With a small but clear sound, the object came out. A light breath escaped from Im Ha-yoon’s lips. Her hips lifted slightly and then settled back down.

The air in the bedroom instantly grew heavy. Only the ticking of the clock was breaking the silence.

Park Joon-ho’s pupils dilated. His gaze was fixed on Im Ha-yoon’s lower body. A white liquid slowly began to flow out of the opened red entrance.

‘Kkul-leok’

With a subtle sound, the flow of liquid accelerated. Park Joon-ho’s face turned pale. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Im Ha-yoon’s exposed area trembled slightly. The red flesh contracted and relaxed repeatedly, pushing out more white liquid. A small puddle began to form on the sheet.

Park Joon-ho’s fingers moved unconsciously. His eyes were fixed on the scene without blinking. His breathing grew increasingly rough.

Im Ha-yoon’s gaze slowly rose and rested on Park Joon-ho’s face. A faint smile formed on her lips. Her eyes were cold and sharp, but at the same time, there was a hint of disgust.

The tension in the room reached its peak. Park Joon-ho’s body began to tremble slightly. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his Adam’s apple moved greatly.

Im Ha-yoon still didn’t move. Her expression seemed calm, but her eyes held complex emotions.

Then, breaking the silence of the bedroom, the door was thrown open roughly. A sharp sound, as if the hinges were screaming, rang out.

,Park Joon-ho!

A sharp female voice filled the room. The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Park Joon-ho’s body twitched as if in a spasm. His head quickly turned towards the door. It was visible that the blood was draining from his face. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed again.

The woman standing in the doorway’s face contorted. Her eyes scanned the room. Park Joon-ho standing naked next to the bed, Im Ha-yoon lying on the bed, and the white stain spread on the sheet. Her pupils widened and then narrowed.

,N… No…

Words barely escaped from Park Joon-ho’s mouth. His voice was trembling.

,What the hell is this!

His wife’s shout filled the room. Her face turned red instantly. Her hands, clenched into fists, were trembling.

Park Joon-ho stumbled towards his wife. His steps were unsteady.

,Honey, this… this isn’t what it looks like…

His words rang out hollowly. The tension in the room reached its peak.

Im Ha-yoon was still lying on the bed. A faint smile flickered across her lips and disappeared. Her eyes were cold and sharp.

Park Joon-ho’s wife took a step into the room. Her breathing was rough, and her eyes were burning with anger.

The bedroom was now a powder keg about to explode. Everyone was frozen as if time had stopped. Only the ticking of the clock was breaking this tense moment.

Cutting through the tense air of the bedroom, the soft rustling of the sheet was heard. Im Ha-yoon slowly raised her body. Her movements were graceful and smooth, as if she had practiced them in advance.

Im Ha-yoon’s movements as she reached for the clothes scattered on the floor were leisurely. Her hand movements as she put on her clothes were precise and quick. Only the sound of buttoning broke the heavy silence in the room.

Park Joon-ho’s eyes widened as he looked at Im Ha-yoon. The faint curve on Im Ha-yoon’s lips came into his view. It was a cold and cynical smile.

Park Joon-ho’s face turned pale instantly. His mouth opened and closed again.

Im Ha-yoon fastened the last button and raised her head. Her eyes were sharp, and the smile on her lips became clearer.

Park Joon-ho’s wife rushed towards Im Ha-yoon. Her footsteps echoed on the floor. But Im Ha-yoon avoided her as if dancing a graceful dance.

,Suck my senior’s dick, you bitch.

Im Ha-yoon’s voice was cold and sharp. Those words filled the room.

Im Ha-yoon’s footsteps echoed along the living room. The sound grew fainter and fainter. The sound of the front door opening and closing was heard.

Park Joon-ho and his wife were left in the room. Only their breaths floated in the heavy silence.

Outside, the sound of Im Ha-yoon’s footsteps grew fainter and fainter. The sound was cheerful, riding the rhythm of victory.

The moments when Park Joon-ho regarded her as a mere physical object, his hypocritical attitude, everything was for this moment.

Park Joon-ho and his wife were left in the room. One was in despair and confusion, and the other was filled with anger.

Im Ha-yoon walked through the apartment complex shrouded in darkness and headed to the management office. Lee Han’s plan, his cunning manipulation. Im Ha-yoon knew that she was a piece in Lee Han’s big picture. But at this moment, she didn’t care.