Chapter 4 Part 1

Minjoo couldn’t focus on anything for a while. She couldn’t even respond to Hyekyung’s messages asking to meet and talk. Dealing with Gihyun alone was overwhelming.

Gihyun, the grandson of the chairman of Seyoung Group and the CEO of a company, found it problematic if the mother of his child and his future wife were different. Yet, he still wanted a child from her. The more Minjoo thought about it, the less it made sense.

Gihyun asked her to have his child, not to love him. Above all, there was no way Gihyun would now beg for Minjoo’s affection.

The more Minjoo concluded that everything with Gihyun was just labor, the more he kept stripping her bare and holding her close. Every time she secretly took birth control pills, a wave of depression would hit her. She needed something to focus on.

“Are you going to work again today?”

“Yeah.”

“When will they find your replacement?”

During breakfast, Gihyun asked abruptly. There was no way the store, which even delayed paying salaries, would quickly find Minjoo’s replacement. She silently ate her soup.

“Want me to find someone?”

“……”

“Cha Minjoo.”

As he persistently demanded an answer, she replied weakly.

“You don’t have to.”

“……”

“…If I stay idle, I get too many thoughts. I need to keep busy.”

“What kind of thoughts?”

Minjoo put down her spoon. Without answering Gihyun’s question, she stood up. She could sense the housekeeper’s uneasy gaze but simply walked into her room. She grabbed her bag. By the time she turned around, Gihyun was leaning against the doorframe. It was too early to leave for work. His eyes silently questioned where she was going.

“…I’m going to see my mom.”

At least mentioning her mother prevented Gihyun from arguing. In the awkward silence, Minjoo tried to pass by him.

“What do you want to do?”

“…What?”

“You said you have a lot on your mind and need to keep busy.”

“I meant working.”

“Nothing else you want to do?”

In reality, she wanted to do nothing. She wished she could just sleep day and night.

Minjoo didn’t respond further. She brushed past Gihyun and left the house.

It was an unusually bad day. Minjoo was cutting meat at a table where middle-aged men were gathered.

“Hey, miss, does your boyfriend have a lot of stamina?”

“…What?”

“Why are you so weak? Does your boyfriend keep you up all night?”

One man’s joke was met with loud laughter from the others. Minjoo tried to ignore them.

“Pour me a drink.”

“This isn’t a bar.”

“If they sell alcohol, it’s a bar. Come on, sit down.”

“The meat is done.”

“I said, sit down. You need to eat it now.”

One of the men sitting on the outside grabbed Minjoo’s wrist and tried to pull her down. Unable to hold back any longer, Minjoo yanked her hand away forcefully. At the same time, a bottle of alcohol fell to the floor and shattered. Minjoo immediately bent down.

“I’m sorry.”

“Goddamn it, that ruined the mood.”

The stares of the surrounding customers gathered. Though the other staff saw the situation, they were too busy to approach. Minjoo bent down and began picking up the shattered green glass pieces one by one. As she was picking up the glass, she winced. The tip of her finger stung with a sharp pain. It had been cut by the glass, and blood was seeping out.

Meanwhile, the manager came running over.

“Are you alright?”

“How do you train your staff? With services like this, how do you expect to run a business? For local businesses, regulars are key! Is pouring a drink so difficult?”

“She’s a bit rigid. I apologize. Minjoo, quickly apologize. Pour him a drink right away.”

The manager gestured with his hand. Another staff member brought a bottle of soju. The manager opened it and handed it to Minjoo, signaling her to quickly resolve the situation. Minjoo, who was crouching down, slowly stood up.

“Shall I pour you a drink?”

It was a familiar voice, but not one she expected to hear here. When Minjoo looked up, she saw a well-built figure. Gihyun had somehow arrived, holding an opened water bottle.

“It seems you need water more urgently than alcohol.”

“Ugh!”

Gihyun slapped the men with the water, then threw the bottle on the floor. The drenched men all stood up in anger.

“You little brat… Who do you think you are?”

“Sir, why are you doing this?”

Even the manager stepped in front of Gihyun to block him. Minjoo tried to intervene between the manager and Gihyun, but Gihyun muttered in a voice only the manager and Minjoo could hear.

“Why is it acceptable to ask someone to pour drinks here?”

“It’s just a matter of pretending to pour a drink or two, not in the way you’re thinking.”

“So, you’re saying I misunderstood and overreacted.”

Gihyun’s lips twisted as he considered the manager’s rebuttal. He changed the subject.

“Are you just managing this place, or do you own it?”

“…Pardon? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

“While running this place, you seem to have evaded quite a bit of taxes.”

“What are you talking about…?”

“Unless you want to deal with back taxes and penalties, you’d better handle this situation right now before I report you.”

“Sir, what kind of baseless accusations are these…”

“Whether it’s baseless or not, the National Tax Service or the tax office will decide.”

The manager’s face twisted in frustration. Gihyun calmly took Minjoo’s wrist and led her out of the restaurant. From behind, they could hear a chorus of curses and the manager’s frantic attempts to calm the situation.

Gihyun continued to lead Minjoo. When she resisted, he finally stopped.

“Why?”

“I need to finish my shift.”

“You’re going back in there?”

“I’ll work in the kitchen instead of serving.”

But Gihyun didn’t release his grip, his hand holding hers firmly.

“Isn’t our situation more important?”

“…I already did what you wanted this morning.”

“And did we get the result we needed?”

“So I only get to do what I want if I get pregnant?”

“If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll risk losing it even if you do conceive.”

Minjoo sharply pushed Gihyun’s hand away. Gihyun frowned at Minjoo’s intensity.

“Do you really want to work that badly? Why are you so obsessed?”

“I need a job for after the contract ends, don’t I?”

Her indifferent reply made Gihyun laugh, but the laugh quickly disappeared.

“Oh, so you’re planning for the future?”

“……”

“Did I ever say the contract would end?”

“…If it doesn’t happen, then it can’t be helped.”

Gihyun didn’t respond. Minjoo stood there, her lower lip trembling.

“…If it doesn’t happen?”

Gihyun briefly glanced at Minjoo’s wrist before grabbing it again. His eyes lingered on her fingers, noticing the thick droplets of blood dripping onto the asphalt from the cut on her finger.

“Did you think I would be the one to end it first?”

The rest of his words came out in a whisper. Without leaving any room for argument, he tightly grasped her hand and pulled her along. Gihyun’s cold demeanor left Minjoo no choice but to follow.

Gihyun led her to a hospital. They went to the emergency room, where Minjoo’s cut hand was treated. Though the wound appeared small on the surface, it was deep. They left the hospital with her finger wrapped in a thick bandage. Throughout the treatment and the journey home, not a single word was exchanged between them.

As soon as they entered the house, Minjoo tried to head to her room. Just then, she felt Gihyun’s breath on her neck. He embraced her from behind and guided her to the bedroom.

“I haven’t washed yet….”

“Don’t.”

His hands slipped under her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Pushing up her undergarment, he began caressing her br*asts. Her n*pples, already er*ect, were caught between his fingers. With his veiny hands, he squeezed her br*asts and played with her n*pples, making them swell even more.

Gihyun, who had been touching her from behind, pushed Minjoo onto the bed. He took her n*pple into his mouth along with her t-shirt. Playing with her n*pple with his tongue, Gihyun spoke mockingly.

“Do you think it won’t happen?”

“…….”

“If it doesn’t happen, it must be because we’re not doing it enough, right?”

They were already doing it frequently. Despite that, Gihyun, who referred to it as insufficient, unbuttoned her pants.

He pulled down her pants, leaving only her panties. Gihyun also unzipped his own pants, releasing his er*ect member. He positioned himself between her legs and lightly grasped his p*nis. He began rubbing it against her v*lva. In no time, his p*nis was standing tall.

“In truth, it didn’t matter when it happened.”

“…….”

“But now, it seems it has to happen.”

Clear fluid began to leak from the tip of his p*nis. While rubbing her with his c*ck over her underwear, Gihyun pushed her panties to the side. The sensitive area was exposed to the air. The head of his p*nis, moist, slid along her slightly parted folds.

“Do you remember?”

He seemed ready to thrust in at any moment, but instead, his p*nis merely twitched, stimulating small bumps. This time, another fluid leaked out, wetting his c*ck.

“Your insides would throb when I took you from behind, making it even more intense.”

Gihyun’s body pulled away. Soon, his fingers slipped inside her. With his thick knuckles, even two fingers filled her completely. He traced the tears pooling around Minjoo’s eyes with his other hand.

“When we did it again, I didn’t want to take you from behind.”

His fingers withdrew abruptly. As Minjoo gasped for breath, her body was flipped over.

“I want to see your face a bit more. Doing it from behind feels like a waste of time.”

Gihyun, now having Minjoo on her stomach, yanked down her bunched-up panties and tossed them aside.

“But today, it’s better if I don’t see it.”

Gihyun lifted Minjoo’s hips, leaving her head buried in the pillow but her b*ttocks raised high. He thrust in from behind.

“Ah! Ahh, uh, ngh!”

“Don’t you think the more you feel it, the better the chances of getting pregnant?”

The heat filled the space inside. As Gihyun thrusted his hips, his hand reached forward to caress her swollen cl*toris. Every touch and rub made Minjoo let out short moans.

The wet sounds from their connection grew louder. With every rough move Gihyun made, their bodies smacked together, and fluid splashed around, indistinguishable whose it was.

As her body began to collapse, Gihyun supported her, tracing his fingers up her back and overlapping his body with hers. The change in position allowed him to penetrate deeper, filling her completely.

“Quit your job.”

His heated voice resonated in her ear. He gently cupped her drooping br*asts with both hands, soothing her by playing with her n*pples and kissing the nape of her neck.

“…What if I don’t want to?”

She managed to utter words that weren’t just moans. Gihyun responded by thrusting his hips hard. He plunged into her depths, leaving only the head inside before pulling out. The large motion made Minjoo cry out. After a brief pause, Gihyun began moving his hips quickly.

“Ah, ah! Ah, mm! Ah! Ugh, ugh, mm! Ah!”

Minjoo’s moans erupted as she felt herself reaching a peak. With a short sigh, Gihyun’s p*nis slipped out. Pale fluid seeped from her gaping opening, trailing down her thighs.

“I’ll give you the money,” he said.

He scooped up the s*men clinging to her pubic hair with his fingers and rubbed it onto her cl*toris. Her overly sensitive body jerked and then collapsed. Gihyun lifted her limp body with his strong arms, sitting her between his legs with her back against his chest.

He spread her legs wide, using his fingers to circle the well-trained nub. 

“I’ll give you something to do.”

“Stop, stop…”

“If you don’t quit now, I’ll buy the place to make you stop. Buying old buildings wasn’t hard, but should I really have to pay to take over a place like that?”

“Stop…”

“Yeah, quit. It’s better to spend that time seeing your mother one more time, isn’t it?”

He hit her weakest spot. 

“Either get pregnant right now,”

“Ah…”

“Or stop dealing with worthless guys hitting on you.”

This time, his fingers entered her. The remaining s*men inside her spilled out along his fingers. He teased her vaginal entrance, moving his soaked fingers up to her cl*toris. The scraped flesh tingled. Everything he touched felt like stimulation.

“Hurry up and give birth.”

His words sounded sincere.

“Even if the baby doesn’t look like me, have a child that will be stuck to you, unable to go anywhere.”