What—was he saying he didn’t even want to look at her face? That firm jaw, which never once looked down, was so damn stubborn.

How the hell was she supposed to interpret a man who goes soft inside a woman’s mouth?

No matter how desperate she was, Seoryeong suddenly deflated—was she really supposed to keep doing this with a man whose whole body radiated discomfort?

It felt more like she was the one being violated... That thought rushed in, and the moment it did, she spit his cock out.

Even as she bent down to pick up the coat she had dropped to the floor, Lee Wooshin remained in the exact same posture, frozen like a statue. She had no idea what was going through his mind.

“...Forget it. What’s the point of doing anything with a man who can’t even get hard?”

Bang—! Wiping her mouth furiously, Seoryeong stormed down the stairs.

Ptooey, ptooey. She stuck out her tongue, trying to rid herself of the unfamiliar smell from his groin. Muttering half-baked curses, she stepped outside, where the cold wind blew into her mouth like it was washing it out.

A notification popped up: “Arrival in 1 minute.” She was going to go somewhere—anywhere. Anywhere loud and filthy would do.

In the neighborhood swallowed by darkness, only the sound of a dog barking echoed now and then. The red glow of a taxi’s headlights flickered beyond the alley. Just as Seoryeong tightened her coat and stepped forward—

“I told you, you’re not going anywhere.”

“...!”

Her whole body tilted backward. Her legs were suddenly swept up, and all the blood rushed to her head. As her vision flipped upside down, Seoryeong reflexively reached out and touched a solid shoulder—catching the faint scent of sweat.

She caught a glimpse of his feet—bare, without even shoes. Even with her struggling against him, the man who had slung her over his shoulder like luggage didn’t waver in the slightest.

One by one, the stairwell lights turned on and off as they moved between floors.

“...No passengers?”

Only the taxi driver, who had arrived late, looked around and mumbled blankly into the empty air.

***

"Ugh...! Let me go...!"

Dragged into the house, Seoryeong was immediately thrown onto the sofa. The living room was shrouded in darkness, and as she glared at Lee Wooshin in disbelief, the man—his face tinged red from the blows her elbow had landed on him while coming up the stairs—returned her gaze.

"Instructor, what the hell are you suddenly—!"

“I figured it’s better to become trash than to let you go.”

He casually muttered it, stretching his neck side to side. The unsettlingly calm and expressionless look on his face felt harsher and more terrifying than anything else.

At that moment, a large hand pressed firmly against her back, and both of her arms were twisted behind her as if to bind them. One side of her face was crushed into the sofa cushion.

“What are you suddenly—!”

“Just stay down.”

Without warning, he grabbed her pants and yanked them down. Startled, Seoryeong twisted her waist in panic, but her already subdued body didn’t budge. The pants, forced down, barely caught under her ass, and her underwear was pulled taut—revealing her pale, bare backside.

“If this is what you really want—”

Smack. A merciless hand came down on her right buttock.

“――!”

The burning sting that spread across her skin made Seoryeong stop breathing. What just... Her mind went completely blank. Did I... Did I actually just get hit?

“At least I’m better than some other bastard, don’t you think?”

“Wait...!”

“What. You drank, didn’t you? You were planning to go screw around in some shady place, but this isn’t okay?”

“Someone I don’t know would’ve been way better...!”

She squirmed, trying to lift herself up somehow, and—again—smack! The sharp sound rang out. But the fierce hand didn’t pull away right away this time; instead, it slowly caressed the reddening skin over her ass.

He’s not giving medicine after the poison—what the hell...! Seoryeong bit her lower lip with a strange defiance. Even though it was a kind of pain she had vaguely longed for, an unfamiliar fear crawled up her spine.

I’m insane... for letting Lee Wooshin do this. Not just anyone—him. Unlike her bold declaration earlier, the shock of being spanked by him made her recoil with disbelief.

While she floundered, another sharp slap struck her bare flesh.

“Ah...!”

The burning pain seeped beneath her skin. As she turned her head, Wooshin pressed down on the back of her neck, blocking her line of sight.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t want to see your face right now.”

“Ugh...! Instructor...!”

“You said you wanted pain. Then yeah, you came to the right place.”

His voice held no emotion.

“Better to be beaten by your instructor than to come back with some other bastard’s handprints.”

“What the hell are you—!”

“Is there anyone around more technically skilled than me?”

“Ugh...!”

Smack. Again, that blunt ache rang out. The blow was merciless.

“There’s no one who beats people as well as I do. You know that, or don’t you?”

Her heart dropped with a thud.

“I’m the one who can hurt you the most.”

“......”

She had assumed that maybe he liked her—that he wouldn’t turn her down if she asked. That was the calculated logic behind her decision. But now, it clearly felt like the wrong choice.

She could feel the flesh of her ass swelling in real time. And then, Wooshin once again smoothed his hand over the flushed, burning skin—like he was soothing it. He’s out of his fucking mind...

“Enough. Please, just let me go...!”

“If I let you go now, you’ll just run off to find another guy. Trash like me doesn’t have that kind of mercy.”

“......!”

Smack. Her ass lit up again as if it had caught fire. Wooshin struck her with the same exact force as before—without a hint of hesitation. And yet, with the same hand, he dragged his fingers down her reddened flesh, almost clawing it with his nails.

“How does it feel now that it hurts?”

The sharp sting, like needles pouring into her skin, continued for some time. Each time he touched her ass again, the flesh seemed to split slightly more. And then—it felt like the tremors began to ripple toward her sex, her entrance fluttering, opening and closing ever so slightly.

A crease of discomfort formed between her brows. Suddenly, everything felt wrong.

“Feels like it wakes you right the fuck up, doesn’t it?”

His hand, now hot from the constant friction, glided from her earlobe down the back of her neck, then along her spine and back down to grope her ass again.

The way his fingers traced the corners of her eyes—even though there weren’t any tears—was revolting. And yet, the way it made the fine hairs on her skin stand on end drove her to slap his hand away in panic.

“Don’t—don’t touch me like that, not like that. It makes me think of my husband...!”

At those words, Wooshin—who had gone still for a long time—suddenly let out a bitter, hollow laugh. He yanked Seoryeong upright from where she lay facedown, grabbed her by the collar, and his eyes—locked onto hers—burned with violent intensity.

“So that’s why you went down and sucked my cock like a fucking slut?”

His voice trembled with fury as his breath poured out in ragged bursts.

“What did I teach you to do if a teammate sexually harassed or assaulted you?!”

“......!”

“I don’t give a fuck if I made you kneel—why the hell did you suck that filthy thing? Why’d you shove it in your mouth—do you have any idea how close you came to making me want to die?!”

The feelings he had been chopping into pieces between his teeth suddenly erupted like an explosion. His shout slammed into her ears, and Seoryeong flinched. Wooshin’s twisted brow only grew more violently contorted as time passed.

“You really think I don’t get it? That you’re just trying to do the exact fucking opposite of the sex you had with your husband?”

His cynical voice cut like a knife. He clenched his jaw again. Then, suddenly—he grabbed her by the ankle, spread her legs, and shoved his thick knuckles through the gap in her half-removed underwear.

“Ugh...!”

It was a grotesque sensation. The intrusive pressure felt like it was tearing through raw flesh.

“You do this self-destructive shit, and yet you still can’t let go. You still tremble just from the thought of Kim Hyeon—but you won’t even spit on his skin.”

Her ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ inner walls clamped so tightly it was like his fingers were being engraved into them. Wooshin buried his middle finger to the base and started thrusting hard.

His wrist slapped repeatedly against her perineum, making obscene, squelching sounds. But after stabbing inside with brutal force, the fingers pulled out just as suddenly.

His loveless touch had only stirred her a few rough times—like this was nothing more than prep work to widen the hole. Wooshin’s expression remained completely blank throughout.

“Of course I can’t let go.”

With her lips pulled into a crooked smile, Seoryeong shot back:

“When you hate someone so much you want to kill them—it’s hard to throw them away. You can forget someone you once loved. But that desire to kill... you never get rid of it. That feeling—you never throw it away...”

She laughed bitterly, like swallowing down a blade. The worse this sex became, the better she felt.

Just then, the swollen head of his cock, hard and burning through the black drawers, pressed against her dry entrance—and without warning, it drove in. When he slammed all the way to the base in one thrust, her vision went pitch-black. It felt like her soft inner walls had been punched.

“Kh...! I’ve never had anything of my own... so I don’t really know what it means to throw something away...”

Her breath broke off, and a groan spilled out on its own.

“It’s just... something that only ends when I die...”

The shadowed corners of her eyes were sincere. At that, Wooshin muttered a curse under his breath, his voice unintelligible.

One hand braced against the couch, the other dragged down his own face, even as he shoved more of that thick pillar inside her. That dense mass filled her completely—there wasn’t an inch of space left.

Caught in this utterly surreal moment, Seoryeong could only scratch weakly at his forearm. Harsh breaths spilled from both their mouths at once.

And then, just as her stretched entrance stung and she let out an involuntary moan—

“――.”

His hips stopped cold, without a sound. The shaft, so thick she’d felt every swollen vein, suddenly slid out—then slam, he drove it back in and lifted her body in the process.

“Hhng...!”

It felt like her belly was going to split open. His girth scraped her inner walls as he pulled out—then slammed back in. It was like being punched somewhere deep inside, and her whole body trembled.

Grabbing her hips tightly, he struck upward, hitting a spot inside with precision. Even when her body tried to close around him, that solid mass forced its way in again. There was no mercy in the thrusts.

“Your husband never rammed it in like this without foreplay, did he?”

“Ugh...!”

The bulging head pounded the deepest part of her abdomen over and over. Because she wasn’t properly opened, the pain only stacked higher. No sound even came out between her parted lips.

It felt like the hidden nerves deep inside her vagina were being crushed—but there was no pleasure, no thrill. And that was satisfying. This was exactly what she had wanted.

“Answer me. Is this the kind of fucked-up penetration you were begging for?”

“Hahng...! Yes...!”

Her answer burst out, clear and absolute. Wooshin’s movements stopped cold for a moment. Ha... He ran his hand roughly through his hair. That bitter expression stretched across his face.

Holding her waist tightly, he buried his head against her shoulder and exhaled a long, dragging sigh—as if it would never end.

“Fuck...”

Wooshin scratched at her swollen entrance as he pulled his cock out in one motion, then lifted Seoryeong into his arms.

He sank his teeth into her nape and began walking toward the bedroom. Seoryeong flinched and turned her head, trying desperately to avoid his mouth, but the Wooshin who had suddenly, eerily changed didn’t stop groping her sweat-soaked lower back and ass.

When they finally got onto the bed, the mattress swayed under them. Wooshin completely stripped off her pants and spread her legs wide.

The moment his breath touched her, Seoryeong realized what he was about to do—and jerked her upper body up in shock, yelling:

“No—don’t! Don’t do that...!”