Chapter 261 - Yoo Ji-won's Voyeurism
The private residence of Mafia Executive Han Chae-ryeong.
It was a modest two-story house, a far cry from the flashy, intimidating title she held.
However, what transpired within those walls was anything but modest.
The bedroom, which should have been a sanctuary of peace and comfort, was a disaster zone.
It looked as if a hurricane had torn through the room.
Shredded remnants of clothing were strewn across the floor.
Buttons had been ripped off and flung into the corners; shirts were mangled beyond recognition.
It looked like the aftermath of a predator's feast.
On the bed, a man and a woman were hopelessly entangled.
If the frenzy on the rooftop had been the appetizer, the main course was far more savage.
The moment they had stepped through the door, Chae-ryeong had dragged Minseo into the bedroom like a starving beast.
Resistance?
That had never been an option.
Minseo had already been violated on the rooftop until his soul felt like it had drifted from his body.
He swayed in Chae-ryeong's grip like a ragdoll, helplessly devoured as she led the way.
The banquet of agony and ecstasy had raged throughout the night.
How much time had passed?
The first pale, bluish light of dawn was just beginning to bleed through the window.
"Ugh... mmm..."
Buried deep beneath the tangled sheets, Minseo finally stirred.
A weak, languid voice leaked from his lips.
"Noona..."
"Yes, Minseo?"
"I don't even have the strength... to stand anymore... what are you going to do with me...?"
Minseo narrowed his eyes, trying to glare at Chae-ryeong.
It was meant to be a look of resentment.
But there was no bite to it; he just looked like a puppy whining to its master.
A lingering flush stained the skin around his eyes, and his pupils were still hazy.
The heat of their encounter hadn't yet faded, clinging to his skin like a second layer.
"Pffft."
Chae-ryeong couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He was precious.
Absolutely, maddeningly precious.
She lunged forward, pulling his limp body into a crushing hug.
His smooth, firm muscles pressed tight against her skin.
She felt his heartbeat thumping against her own, the two rhythms overlapping until they were one.
Chae-ryeong's heart was still racing.
'How can a man like this even exist?'
She reached out, brushing the sweat-soaked bangs away from his forehead.
He was beautiful.
Simply saying he had sharp features didn't do him justice.
One moment, he could stir a woman's soul like a predatory wolf; the next, he wore the face of a child who knew nothing of the world.
This duality was paralyzing her ability to think straight.
Right now, she was completely, utterly obsessed with him.
She wanted to make sure he never looked at anyone else.
She wanted to be the only thing reflected in his eyes.
She wanted every sensation he felt to begin and end with her.
Suddenly, Chae-ryeong's expression hardened slightly.
Jealousy.
The curse that followed love like a shadow.
From the moment she realized she felt that cringeworthy emotion for him, everything had changed.
'Haa...'
Chae-ryeong swallowed a heavy sigh.
The possessiveness surging from her gut had long since spiraled out of her control.
She wanted to lock Minseo away this very second so no one else could even lay eyes on him.
But she couldn't.
If she moved too fast or revealed her hand, the fragile peace between the Executives—and especially with Hayoung—would shatter instantly.
'God... my head is a mess.'
Chae-ryeong shook her head to clear the intrusive thoughts.
The complications could wait.
She decided to ignore the "survival game" of who would ultimately win Kang Minseo for herself.
For now, this moment was enough.
Just savoring the feeling of Minseo lying defenseless and broken in her arms was enough to overwhelm her senses.
"Yawn... I'm so tired..."
Minseo opened his mouth wide, letting out a deep yawn.
The way his lips moved was undeniably cute.
A mischievous glint sparked in Chae-ryeong's eyes.
Slip.
"Hup...!"
Chae-ryeong shoved her index finger into Minseo's mouth mid-yawn.
Minseo's eyes went wide.
Flustered, he couldn't close his mouth and didn't know whether to spit it out, leaving him with a ridiculous, frozen expression.
The warm, wet velvet of his tongue curled instinctively around her finger.
"Mmph, mm-mmph...!"
"Aww... seriously... why are you so cute, Kang Minseo?!"
Chae-ryeong couldn't hold back anymore.
Uncontrollable affection and raw possessiveness exploded within her.
She cupped the back of his head and yanked him forcefully toward her chest.
He vanished into her.
Minseo's face was buried directly between Chae-ryeong's heavy, naked breasts.
"Mmph...! Noona...! I can't...! Air...!!"
The soft, bouncy flesh completely smothered his nose and mouth.
The sheer mass of her was overwhelming.
Her thick, musky scent filled his lungs.
Minseo thrashed, struggling for air.
But Chae-ryeong didn't let go.
Instead, she pulled him even deeper into her skin and giggled.
"Be quiet. Just stay like this."
"Pwah...! Hah...! Save me..."
"What? Save you?"
Chae-ryeong gave him a playful glare and pressed her chest against him once more.
Inside the bedroom, Minseo's muffled protests mixed with Chae-ryeong's satisfied laughter.
It was like the eye of a storm—a precarious, sweet peace.
A few days later.
The office where Minseo worked.
The setting was the same as always, but the atmosphere had shifted drastically.
The air felt like it had been chilled to sub-zero temperatures.
A tension as sharp as a razor blade hung over the room.
The cause was simple.
It was the woman standing by the door, directly across from his desk.
Yoo Ji-won.
She was the Security Guard hired just a few days ago.
She stood as rigid as a statue, her eyes fixed on Minseo.
The problem was the
way
she was looking at him.
It wasn't the gaze of a guard protecting her superior.
It was the look one might give to a piece of chewed gum stuck to a shoe, or a maggot writhing in a trash bag.
Blatant, unadulterated contempt.
She didn't even bother to hide her loathing.
Minseo's hand trembled as he turned a page in his documents.
Cold sweat prickled down his spine.
"...Hello."
Minseo tried to greet her, forcing the corners of his mouth into an awkward smile.
Silence.
Ji-won didn't respond. She only twitched an eyebrow.
Even that tiny movement seemed to scream,
'Don't speak to me, you piece of shit.'
"Haha..."
Minseo's hollow laughter died in the air.
He tried to focus on his monitor, but her stinging stare felt like needles poking the side of his head.
'She 100% hates my guts! It has to be because of what happened the other day!'
Minseo screamed internally.
The culprit was obvious: Chae-ryeong noona.
That "bombshell" she'd dropped at the cafe was definitely the cause.
[Minseo, two-timing is a bit much, don't you think?]
To think that one sentence would be this devastating.
Ji-won clearly saw him as some kind of degenerate playboy now.
'I mean, okay, but is that really enough to despise me this much?'
Minseo felt a surge of indignation.
At worst, she should just think he was a guy juggling two women.
While that wasn't exactly morally upright, it wasn't a reason to treat a human being like a cockroach, was it?
'Can't she just ignore my private life and do her job...?'
Minseo bit his lip nervously.
He had no idea.
The reason Ji-won despised him wasn't just because of "two-timing."
What she had seen went far beyond his wildest imagination.
Rewinding to a few days ago.
Immediately after the meeting at the cafe.
Ji-won had been walking down the street, her expression a mask of confusion.
'Is he insane?'
Her mind was reeling.
The new boss she was supposed to serve, Kang Minseo.
With his handsome face and kind smile, she'd actually thought he was a decent person for a Mafia member.
But the words from that woman, Han Chae-ryeong, had been a total shock.
Two-timing. And he was so brazen about it?
'What that Executive said... it couldn't be true, could it? Is Kang Minseo really dating two women at once?'
It was a world she couldn't wrap her head around.
Ji-won shook her head and quickened her pace.
She just wanted to get home, take a shower, and scrub the thought of him from her brain.
However...
"Wait..."
Looking around, Ji-won realized she'd lost her way.
She'd been so deep in thought that she'd wandered into a narrow, dark alleyway instead of staying on the main road.
"Dammit... I took a wrong turn."
Irritation flared.
Ji-won sighed and started to turn back.
That was when she heard it.
"Haa... ah...! Noona...!"
A sound carried on the breeze.
It wasn't a stray cat, nor the rambling of a drunk.
It was the unmistakable, graphic moan of a man.
Ji-won froze as if her feet had been bolted to the pavement.
'What... what is that?!'
She couldn't believe her ears.
But the sound wasn't a hallucination.
Slap, squelch, squish.
The wet friction of skin hitting skin.
The sound of slick, viscous fluids being stirred.
And heavy, ragged breathing.
Ji-won turned her head toward the sound like she was possessed.
Deep inside a secluded alley between abandoned buildings.
Thump-thump! Thump-thump!
Her heart began to hammer against her ribs.
Her brain told her to run, but her instincts had other plans.
Curiosity—and a strange, magnetic pull—held her fast.
Ji-won swallowed hard and slowly peeked around the corner of a wall.
And then she saw it.
"......!!"
Ji-won's pupils dilated in shock.
He was there.
The man who had politely greeted her at the cafe only moments ago. Kang Minseo.
And Han Chae-ryeong was pinning him against the brick wall.
This wasn't just a quick kiss.
They were outdoors. In a public alleyway in broad daylight where anyone could walk by.
Chae-ryeong was roughly grabbing and kneading Minseo's backside, while Minseo writhed against the wall, his limbs trembling.
"Haa-ah! Mmph! Noona, if someone sees...!"
"So what if they see? Doesn't that make it better?"
Minseo's pants were a mess, and Chae-ryeong's hand was relentlessly exploring his most private areas.
'Insane... they're completely insane...!'
Ji-won clamped a hand over her mouth.
She felt a scream rising in her throat.
However...
'Ah...'
Ji-won's gaze became locked on Minseo's face.
It was a mask of pure, distorted pleasure and pain.
The way he clung to Chae-ryeong, his eyes brimming with tears.
The sight of him shaking, mouth hanging open, a string of saliva trailing from his lip.
It was... too provocative.
It was decadent, lewd, and beautiful enough to be ruinous.
Her contempt instantly mutated into something else entirely.
Flush.
A searing heat surged from deep within her lower abdomen.
Ji-won felt her knees go weak.
Her mouth was bone-dry, but the space between her thighs was becoming damp.
'Why... why am I reacting like this?'
She was horrified by herself.
But she couldn't look away.
As Minseo's moans grew louder, Ji-won's own breathing became synchronized with his, turning ragged and shallow.
She gripped the wall so hard her knuckles turned white, greedily watching the scene while holding her breath.
She thought he was a disgusting pervert.
But her body was vibrating in response to the perversion.
Every time Minseo's hips bucked in response to Chae-ryeong's touch, Ji-won's thighs twitched in sympathy.
That day.
In that dark alleyway.
Something woke up inside Yoo Ji-won.
It wasn't just contempt anymore. It was a dark, secret voyeurism.
The seeds of a twisted desire for Kang Minseo had begun to sprout.