Chapter 10
This chapter contains NON/DUB-CON. Read at your own discretion
Chapter 10. Kidnapping
She swallowed her tears harshly and glared at the diary as if it were Sunyul himself, her vision turning red-hot and then fading to darkness like smoldering ashes.
Jiwoo’s world lost all its vibrant colors.
Where the illusion covering her eyes vanished, only unwelcome truths were brutally exposed.
That bastard was a filthy scumbag. D*sgusting. D*sgusting…
Muttering hateful curses, Jiwoo thought deeply about what punishment to give Sunyul, who had wounded her so deeply.
But first, despite everything, she didn’t want to break up.
No, Jiwoo could never leave Sunyul.
Letting him go free here would be tantamount to helping him.
Absolutely impossible. Why should I?
By whose will?
For whose sake?
“…”
Having reached her conclusion, Jiwoo’s expression vanished.
She stood up holding the diary and threw it straight into an empty stainless steel trash can.
Then she took out a prepared matchstick and lit it in one go.
A flickering flame cast a large black shadow over her face.
“You will pay the price.”
Coldly murmuring, Jiwoo tossed the burning match into the trash can.
The hideous pink leather blazed up furiously.
Jiwoo watched until Sunyul’s “love trap” burned completely, then closed the lid and pushed the trash can away.
Turning her head, she approached Sunyul as if the “next” round had come.
“You must suffer as much as I have…”
Jiwoo’s eyes were completely wild, dripping with lethal intent.
She sat down before him and reached out to pull over a tray prepared outside the bathtub.
On the first level of the wheeled metal tray were the tools ordered for their 190-day anniversary, the s*x items.
On the second level were terrifying instruments on display.
Should she kill him?
Overwhelmed by a chilling impulse, Jiwoo placed her hand on a thick hammer…
“……”
Jiwoo glanced at the fallen Sunyul and hesitated.
The love that had been etched into her like a tattoo over a long time would never disappear overnight.
When Sunyul appeared in her darkened vision, the world brightened again.
Even after such a filthy betrayal, Jiwoo’s brain still released serotonin in floods at the sight of Sunyul.
Like a conditioned reflex caused by the scene filter, the sight of him quietly trapped in his own bathtub looked so good to her.
Though he was a dirty bastard, the way he lay asleep in an erotic pose was like a noble black swan fallen into the hands of a cruel hunter.
The thought of breaking his neck with her own hands made her chest ache.
Rather than killing him outright, a twisted desire rose within her to break him, defile him, and train him to submit.
Feeling a tightening in her lower abdomen, Jiwoo involuntarily licked her lips as if savoring the thought.
Destroying that beauty would be a great loss to all mankind.
So maybe, for now, she’d keep him alive…?
Her weakened hand slipped sideways and landed on a large garden shears.
Grasping the handle tightly, Jiwoo made her merciful decision.
“Yeah. Killing’s a bit much, so I’ll just cut off his balls.”
Clack, clack.
Jiwoo tried manipulating the garden shears experimentally and nodded with satisfaction.
This should be enough to sever Sunyul’s filthy d*ck in one clean cut.
Setting the shears down, Jiwoo knelt between Sunyul’s legs.
With a complicated expression, she grabbed the waistband of his pants.
Maybe because he was extremely tense, or because he’d been so lasciviously active just before, Sunyul’s bulge was so obvious that it even protruded outside his pants.
D*sgusting. How d*sgusting.
Glaring at the thick outline, Jiwoo quickly unbuckled the belt.
She’d imagined that if she ever took his pants off, it would be in a hotel suite. She never imagined she’d loosen his belt like this.
How did we end up like this…?
Whatever the circumstances, this is all your fault.
Blaming everything on Sunyul, Jiwoo pulled down his zipper.
Through the open gap, tight black boxer briefs appeared.
Sunyul, dressed entirely in black, even wore black underwear.
No sooner had she peeled off the pants than the flesh pressed by the pants pushed up his boxer briefs to the fullest.
Jiwoo looked at that with mixed feelings.
She’d once wanted to take off his underwear with her mouth, not her hands…
But now, she never would again.
Swallowing the lonely feeling, Jiwoo forcibly cut off the flood of private memories rushing in her mind.
This was no time to indulge in sentimentality.
“I’ll never let myself be treated like a rag again…”
As she steeled herself, something strange suddenly popped out from among the dense p*bic hair.
Jiwoo’s eyes widened as she stared at the rigid, upright sh*ft.
“I’ll make sure you can’t do it.”
Her startled reason faltered, unable to think straight.
Like a ballerina’s body, the p*nis stood firm, with elegant muscles tense and sculpted.
Why was it so long?
That was her first impression.
“I have to make it stop…”
It’s beautiful.
That most direct thought swept through her mind, followed by an image of its shape.
Like a noble black swan, Baek Sunyul’s manhood was also noble and beautiful.
The curve arcing toward his navel was smooth and flawless.
Its gentle red hue, the veins that sprouted like vines beautifully wrapping a tree trunk, the perfectly symmetrical gl*ns shaped like an inverted flower bud, and the clear droplets of pre-c*m hanging at the tip. All of it were pristine.
Gulp.
“…Uhm.”
At the moment the jewel-like clear droplet caught her eye, Jiwoo swallowed unconsciously.
Her jaw tightened as if she’d bitten on something sour, and her mouth filled with saliva.
Gulp. Jiwoo, who had swallowed even that, muttered, pushing the scissors she had placed next to her far away.
“Hey, should I taste it too?”
Jiwoo, who had muttered shyly, revised her plan once again.
Since it had come to this, even if she were to cut it, she would suck it once and enjoy the final beauty…….
