Chapter 54
Shall I take responsibility?
Was his voice biting because of his tone?
Or because of his ominous touch? Eunhui was confused, unable to tell.
“That’s all the bastards ever think about.”
Yeonghun let out a twisted smile. At the same time, the large hand that had burrowed under her clothes roughly grabbed the swell of her breast.
“What can I do? Sa Eunhui is mine, isn’t she?”
The hand, which had already pushed her upper undergarment up, dug into her soft flesh, creating a hollow. When his fingertips gently brushed the sensitive tip, as if to deliberately torment it, her exposed body shuddered. Eunhui buried her face in Yeonghun’s chest.
“Hng…”
Even though she couldn’t see, she knew he was observing her distorted form. She didn’t know why he was doing this, which made her feel awkward and even more afraid.
Yeonghun slowly lowered his head.
“Sa Eunhui, your face is all flushed. What should we do?”
He pressed against her cheek and asked again, his voice insinuating. He forced their foreheads together, pushing her small face up. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she looked up at him fearfully, her neck bent. When Yeonghun gently wiped it away, Eunhui trembled with a frightened face, her thin shoulders shaking.
“Come to think of it, I’m flushed too.”
“Prosecutor…”
“Shall I take responsibility, hmm?”
Locking eyes with her in a straight line so her gaze couldn’t escape, the man descended below her collarbone. He immediately hungrily bit into the soft, jiggling flesh.
Ah, Prosecutor, Prosecutor… As his thick tongue slowly licked up the heavy flesh, faint wrinkles appeared between Eunhui’s brows. Reflexively, she pushed her fingers into his hair and struggled slightly. She tried to push him away somehow, but the fierce bite made her strength woefully insufficient.
It was then that the zipper of her dress slid down with a ziiik sound.
“Ah…”
While enduring his caresses as if in pain, her face buried in Yeonghun’s chest, Eunhui trembled at the shallow vibration from the parting teeth of the zipper. Even her bra was deftly undone by the man’s skillful fingers. Please… Eunhui tried to cover herself with her arms, but it had long been his domain.
“Take it off.”
Yeonghun released the center of the swell he had been chewing and spoke. His thumb, which had been gently teasing the wet, swollen bite mark, remained.
“…Prosecutor, haah, stop…”
“Acting like it’s the first time?”
Yeonghun’s cool gaze settled on Eunhui’s flushed, burning face.
Eunhui thought it was strange too. It wasn’t her first time with a man’s caress. It was odd to feel so ashamed and broken.
Watching the flustered Eunhui, Yeonghun slowly grabbed the hem of her dress. There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation when he pulled it over her head.
Ah. Eunhui whimpered as if crying out. It was then that the dress, which had fallen to the floor with a dull thud, seemed to spit something out.
“…”
The gaze that had been coveting her naked curves turned to the floor. A crumpled white square of paper lay rolling on the floor. It was the unfamiliar man’s business card she had hurriedly tucked away earlier.
Yeonghun kneeled on the floor and picked up the paper between his fingers. After briefly examining the card, he recited it through gritted teeth.
“Dripping all over the place.”
Eunhui gasped as if her heart had been pierced by something sharp. She bit her lower lip to endure the shame, but it was too late—she was already burning hot down to her nape.
Above all, she hadn’t known her last night with Yeonghun would be so wretched.
“Drip for me too. Who knows, I might just accept it again. Gullible bastards are like that, aren’t they?”
How naive she had been, even briefly envisioning a beautiful farewell. Eunhui quietly set aside the sorrowful heart that had grieved alone.
If he was acting like this because he knew she would leave tonight…
Eunhui remembered Yeonghun from last night, who had said he would let himself be fooled.
And she thought.
If his sensitive intuition had guessed something from her single word of gratitude, and that’s why he was acting like this…
Perhaps ending it without affection like this wasn’t so bad.
Maybe it was better for them to hate each other, never wanting to turn back, rather than lingering in the sorrow of a heartbreak, with lingering affection causing prolonged pain.
Eunhui’s sorrowful voice rang out quietly, just as Yeonghun crumpled and threw the business card.
“I’m sorry…”
Her voice trembled slightly. Eunhui forced her voice down, feeling something hot welling up from deep inside her.
“Prosecutor… I’m sorry…”
The days of counting down to the farewell in her heart had been long, but the moment it was put into words was embarrassingly short. Just a few words were enough.
Even before she could finish those short words, her heart crumbled again like a collapsed wall.
“From now on…”
“How much will it cost?”
Yeonghun cut off Eunhui’s question as if biting it off.
“Ha, really.”
He lifted his chin and let out a laugh as if finding it absurd. His breathing was rougher than before, and his narrowed eyes were sharp like thinly shaved metal.
Yeonghun pulled a thick wad of paper from the wallet inside his jacket. Tossing the money—a mix of checks and bills—beside Eunhui, he spoke.
“You like money, don’t you? Wasn’t it Sa Eunhui who took money first on the day we met? I’ve been too indifferent until now, haven’t I?”
“I’ll visit…”
“Nothing in this world is free. Isn’t that right? Were you upset because I didn’t give you money?”
“Please, stop…”
“You’re embarrassed talking about money after stripping off your clothes? Does it really feel like you’re doing it for money?”
“Haah, Prosecutor…”
“Sa Eunhui.”
At Yeonghun’s firm tone, Eunhui froze instantly. Feeling a throbbing pain in her heart, she slowly met his eyes. A misty dampness clouded her vision, blurring the man’s distinct features.
“Today, we should play at the highest price. It’s not just a few pennies.”
Huh? He threw the wallet at her, his voice sharp. His cold gaze and twisted smile filled Eunhui’s vision. The sharp silence grew heavy, causing her gaze to falter.
As he said, tonight would be the most expensive night of all her nights with him.
She couldn’t make any other excuses. She had sold men for money, and for that, she had sold her own body.
Did he know all along…?
Yeonghun had been wary of her from the start and had suspected her relationship with Mijeong. But she couldn’t be sure how much he knew.
At first, seeing how readily he accepted her, she foolishly thought she had fooled him well.
After that, she fell into the illusion that they were dating, believed in his sincerity, and didn’t suspect him deeply.
Above all, it was unbearably shameful that she had calmly acted a lie in front of such a man.
What was even sadder was that, even as her heart was trampled, she still wanted him.
“Is that all?”
Yeonghun pulled Eunhui’s legs toward him and sneered in a commanding tone.
Ah, hng. Eunhui sobbed, writhing. Ignoring her, Yeonghun roughly pulled down her underwear. Staring straight into her face, flushed with guilt and self-loathing, he drew her body closer.
So this is the end. In that moment, Eunhui mocked herself.
There was no beautiful farewell.
At the end of exchanging clumsy wounds, there was only an ugly ending.
It felt like their fairly good time together was being tarnished. Eunhui buried her face in her hands as if to avoid the reality before her.
But even in this ending, Eunhui wanted to feel Yeonghun one last time. Enduring the man’s murderous aura, she entrusted her body to him without resistance, even to his rough touch.
Seeing her like this, Yeonghun handled her body harshly, as if asserting his dominance.
He bent and lifted one of her slender legs. Looking down coldly at the woman whose eyes had dimmed with humiliation, he pressed.
“You’re just going to stay still?”
“Prosecutor…”
Eunhui pleaded with him in a tearful voice. It was then that Yeonghun forcibly took her hand and made her clutch his swollen front.
“…Gently.”
Clink. Along with the sound of his belt opening, her pale, trembling hand landed on his.
“Please…”
“…”
“Please, treat me gently…”
