Chapter 2 – The Boundary of Lust (Part 5)

“Huuh, uh, ah, hick! Huuh, ng, ah!”

Soo-yeon moaned, her lower abdomen tightening with either tension or excitement. The car rocked in time with his movements, making it clear they were f*cking like beasts in the parking lot. People she knew were inside the exhibition hall, and Min-jun might even pass by and see her crying out in this vulgar, chaotic state, trapped in the car. She was lost in a moment where her sanity was paralyzed, doing something only an animal driven by sensation would do.

“Begging for kisses while squeezing my c*ck like you want to pull it out…  F*ck, haah, feels like my d*ck is going to snap…”

Hee-tae gritted his teeth, thrusting as he scattered breaths soaked in pl*asure.

Soo-yeon could no longer hear what he was saying properly. All she felt was the c*ck pounding her insides and the hands twisting her n*pples. The sensations were overwhelming, and whenever she twisted her body even a little, he would pull her back and thrust hard. She cried continuously, tears streaming as he gave her no respite. Suddenly feeling the urge to pee, she pushed against his shoulder.

“Stop, ah, haah, no, huh!”

“Damn, you’re convulsing inside. Are you about to c*m again?”

Of course, Hee-tae didn’t stop. Instead, he grabbed her hips and thrust deeper, persistently exploring her insides as if searching for the spot that would make her lose control. As his cockhead scraped her insides, Soo-yeon let out a scream. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and twisted her body. Hee-tae grabbed her hips, preventing her from crawling away like a four-legged animal.

“Where do you think you’re going with my c*ck inside you? If you want it from behind, you have to say so.”

“No, ah! Wait, ugh, ah!”

As his c*ck slammed into her from behind, Soo-yeon trembled from the fullness inside her. Her hand, which had been pressed against the fogged-up window, slid down as he pounded her. She moaned like an animal, her hand braced against the window, unable to hold herself up any longer. She collapsed, clawing at the seat as an overwhelming sensation, whether from needing to pee or from female ej*culation, overtook her.

“Ugh, ah, please, I’m c*mming, ah!”

“Huuh, huh, f*ck…”

Hee-tae pressed his chest against her collapsed upper body, thrusting his hips without a gap. Like a desperate animal, he wanted to spill not just his monstrous c*ck but all his seed inside her. Soo-yeon clawed at the seat, crying out.

“Please, I’m c*mming, ah, ugh! Ah, ah!”

As he pounded deep inside her with a thud, she embedded her nails into the seat, trembling. She couldn’t hold back the flood of fl*ids that burst out like a dam breaking. Hee-tae shuddered, letting out a guttural moan as he felt the w*tness soaking their connection. As he reached cl*max, his throat bobbing, he whispered vulgar words into Soo-yeon’s ear.

“Ha, everything’s soaked. With all your c*m, the car’s going to reek of your p*ssy juice.”

“The seat, the seat, it’s, ugh, ah…”

Soo-yeon trembled, trying to lift her heels desperately. She felt the sensation of fl*ids running down her thighs too clearly. She didn’t want to see the disaster of her fl*ids spilling onto the seat. Seeing her pitiful attempt to lift her hips, Hee-tae continued to thrust slowly even as he came.

“Don’t worry about the seat, damn it. Swallow all the c*m I’m spilling.”

“Ugh, ah, can’t, ugh, mm…”

“Ha, I’m being kind, filling you up with all my c*m.”

Hee-tae shamelessly muttered, pressing her hips down and thrusting deeply. He shook his hips for a long time, pinning her with his muscular upper body and lifting her hips. He enjoyed her muttering curses close to sobbing as she rode out the aftershocks of her cl*max.

“I didn’t even m*sturbate, saving it all to c*m inside you.”

“Ugh, ah…”

“It was worth the abstinence. Look how thick it is.”

Hee-tae deliberately pulled back his hips before thrusting deeply again. The sight of his c*m bubbling out and sticking to their connection was explicit. Despite feeling his perverse thrusts pushing his c*m back inside her, Soo-yeon gradually lost strength. The fatigue washing over her made it hard to even lift her eyelids. Hee-tae slowly pulled his c*ck out of her as she lay limply over his arm like laundry.

“Ugh…”

Soo-yeon trembled from the sensation of Hee-tae withdrawing from inside her. As he flipped her over, she rolled onto the leather seat and met his gaze with tear-filled eyes. He looked at her like a satiated predator, his eyes licking over her body, then spoke as he saw the s*men oozing from her still-parted entrance.

“Ah, what a sight.”

‘Crazy bastard.’ 

Soo-yeon felt curses boiling up inside her. As her lower abdomen tensed with rising shame, she felt the s*men flow again from her twitching entrance. She struggled to lift her leg to kick him but her ankle was caught. Hee-tae placed her foot, still in its high heel, on his chest and spoke.

“Come on, don’t hit my face. If you find my face d*sgusting while we’re rolling around, that’s your loss.”

“Ugh, sob…”

Soo-yeon moaned as she felt him thrust inside her again. With her heel placed on his chest, she couldn’t even struggle. Unlike him, she wasn’t someone who had a talent for hitting or cursing others. She had only dreamed of nurturing love and building a kind family. But now, everything was in ruins, and she found herself with her foot on the chest of a man skilled at violence, being f*cked and crying like an animal. Worse, she was getting used to these beastly sensations.

***

“Are you so weak that you can’t even hold chopsticks just because you hold a brush all the time?”

‘I should have just kicked him.’

That was Soo-yeon’s first thought as she sat across from him in a traditional Korean restaurant with private rooms. Although there was a soft cushion under her, her back ached, making it hard to sit. Seeing him nonchalantly offering side dishes as if nothing had happened in the cramped back seat made her blood boil. She finally spoke.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“You can go after you eat.”

Hee-tae responded as if it were out of the question.Soo-yeon was fuming before she could ask since when did she need permission to go to the restroom. 

‘Whose fault was it that I needed to go?’

She growled at him as quietly as possible, worried that a passing waitress might hear.

“You left it inside… inside me…”

“I bought you new panties, didn’t I?”

Hee-tae shamelessly replied. While she had been crying and fainting in the stuffy car, he had changed her torn underwear. The panties and pantyhose had been replaced with new ones, but the s*men inside her remained. Sitting in this refined restaurant in such a state felt like an exceptionally bad joke. Hee-tae, looking at her tightly closed legs, remarked.

“With a p*ssy that tight, there’s no way the c*m would leak out.”

“Crazy bastard…”

“Is that the only curse you know?”

Hee-tae asked again, as if he found her limited vocabulary of insults unfortunate. Soo-yeon glared at him and picked up her spoon. Since he was so obsessed with her eating, she decided to pretend to eat a few bites and then escape to the bathroom.

None of the side dishes on the table appealed to her. After witnessing the affair, Soo-yeon’s appetite had vanished, and she only ate enough to survive. Her days consisted of eating and drinking just enough to stave off hunger.

“You’re so thin because you eat like that. Eat more.”

Hee-tae frowned and pushed a dish toward her as she tried to put down her spoon. However, even if he complained about her bony pelvis hurting him during s*x, she didn’t want to eat more. Hearing that she had locked herself up in the studio, the kitchen lady had sent side dishes via the driver, but the memory of that day made her vomit everything she ate. She clung to the toilet, crying, her throat burning from stomach acid, recalling those side dishes in that narrow villa.

“Soo-yeon, I had a younger sister. She starved to death. Our family was dirt poor, and even though I gave her my food, she still died.”

Soo-yeon looked up from counting rice grains to stare at him. Hee-tae was focused on deboning a fish, his brows furrowed as he stared intently at the dish. It was clear from his words that he had cared deeply for his sister. However, despite talking about such a tragic family death, his tone held no sadness. It was as if the event was so old and dulled that it no longer mattered.

“So, I get angry when I see women who don’t eat properly. I can’t bury another body.”

Soo-yeon remained silent, listening to him. This was the first time she encountered a sorrow that neither sought sympathy nor demanded agreement. She didn’t know how to respond. Breaking up with a man she wasn’t even related to couldn’t compare to losing a young family m*mber. Her refusal to eat in front of him now seemed like a spoiled complaint.