The man’s large hand tapped Sohee’s butt gently, like soothing a child.
Thinking it meant she should get down, Sohee caught her breath and moved her knees onto the leather seat.
“Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
“…What?”
“You gonna walk around with cum all over you and get knocked up?”
Even if he meant well, did he really have to say it like that? She didn’t know why everything had to sound so crude.
“Just a moment…”
Sohee quickly shifted toward the corner of the seat and slowly removed her panties.
As the fabric peeled away from her intimate area, she shivered at the sticky sensation of the fluids clinging to it.
The moment the cold air touched the wet spot, she nearly gasped.
She had taken them off, but didn’t know what to do next—awkwardly holding them in her hand, until his hand suddenly snatched them away.
Before she could protest, the damp underwear was stuffed into the pocket of his suit pants.
Sohee bit her lip as she looked down at the slight bulge in his pocket.
It made sense not to throw it away, but was it really something he needed to keep?
Gye Wonho rolled down the window just enough to reveal his eyes and gestured for Han Geonhee to come over.
Cold air rushed into the car, dispersing the lingering, fishy scent of semen.
“Hyungnim.”
Standing at a distance, Han Geonhee bowed slightly.
His eyes, not exactly warm, locked onto them.
“Geonhee, you weren’t like this before.”
The flat tone made Han Geonhee freeze.
“…I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”
Meanwhile, Sohee, hastily fixing her disheveled clothes, glanced at the open console box—then her eyes widened.
That’s…
Watching the man, preoccupied with conversation, she quickly snatched up a white object.
It looked just like the underwear she had lost.
Looking more closely, she realized she wasn’t mistaken—it really was hers.
The detergent scent was different from what she used, but the design was unmistakable—identical to the panties she’d lost not long ago.
Why is this here…?
Before she had time to make sense of it, Sohee quickly slid the panties between her legs as the man raised the window.
Her heart pounded so hard, it felt like it might burst right out of her chest.
* * *
The car left the city and traveled through quiet outskirts, eventually turning onto a mountain road flanked by forest. After a long stretch down an unpaved path, they arrived at a standalone hanok—an old Korean-style house.
In the center of a tranquil pond stood a single ancient pine tree on a rock, its thick branches spread wide like a fan.
Under the eaves of the traditional tiled roof, a staff member dressed in hanbok led them to a private room, structured in the traditional hanok style.
Sohee hesitated, but naturally followed the man and sat across from him, a vintage low table between them and floor chairs with backrests for support. They hadn’t even ordered, yet dishes began to arrive one after another.
Once the staff quietly closed the sliding door behind them, Sohee awkwardly shifted her gaze, stealing glances at the man before her.
Her cheeks were still burning from what had happened in the car, but he, looking completely unfazed, calmly poured alcohol from a white porcelain bottle into a small cup.
“Keep staring like that and your eyes are going to wear a hole in my face.”
Gye Won-ho raised the cup to his lips without taking his eyes off Sohee’s flustered face. He let out a faint chuckle as he set it down, then picked up a thick, glistening beef patty and held it out toward her.
Sohee, clutching her skirt tightly, blushed and accepted the meat from his chopsticks. From that point on, her lost appetite returned in full force, and she ended up finishing everything he had ordered for her.
Even the aching pain of her wisdom tooth and the lingering fatigue in her body seemed to vanish without a trace.
While sipping on the plum tea served for dessert, the man slid a small shopping bag in front of her.
“What’s this?”
“It’s yours.”
He gestured for her to open it. Hesitantly, she pulled out the box from inside—and her eyes widened.
“A phone?”
It was the newest model, the same one her tutoring students had been talking about, showing her pictures and saying they wanted it if their grades improved.
As Sohee carefully held the smooth, gleaming white phone in her hands, the man spoke in a deep, firm tone.
“If you ignore my calls again, you’re really gonna get it.”
After the meal, the man brought her to a private shopping suite within a department store. Sohee hadn’t even known such places existed. She’d been nervous at first, unsure if a young girl like her was even allowed in somewhere so upscale.
There were only two customers—yet the number of staff in formal attire easily reached four or five. She was amazed that she could browse clothes, shoes, bags, even small accessories all in one room without needing to move between stores.
Sitting upright on a curved sofa designed for comfort, Sohee kept her back straight, fingers entwined in her lap, glancing around nervously.
In the spacious area, there was a separate display showcasing seasonal items by luxury brand.
The high ceilings were adorned with designer lighting, and ivory-colored carpets were spread over the marble flooring.
Next to the fitting room, veiled with flowing chiffon curtains, stood a full-length mirror—larger than a pair of doors put together.
Sohee couldn’t shake the feeling that she stood out for all the wrong reasons. Everything around her was lavishly decorated, while she looked completely out of place. This wasn’t somewhere people came wearing a pilled coat or a worn-out bag.
Suddenly, she recalled what her classmate had once said—that it looked like she’d picked her clothes from a donation bin.
Maybe that’s how others saw her, too. Maybe even the man sitting beside her.
Her excitement about stepping into this unfamiliar, dazzling world quickly faded. All that was left behind was the embarrassment and the sting of inferiority.
Watching her gradually downcast expression, Gye Won-ho averted his gaze and flipped through the catalog in his hands.
“I’ll bring out some refreshments.”
A staff member wheeled in a tray and placed teacups and snacks on the table. Sohee was surprised—she hadn’t known places like this offered such service.
The staff, polite in tone and gesture, gently set a teacup in front of her, warning her it was hot. The kindness, so unfamiliar and overwhelming, made her cheeks flush pink.
As the tray was set down with chocolate chip scones, strawberry-topped whipped cream cake, and bite-sized butter cookies, Sohee gave the staff a silent nod of thanks. She glanced over at Gye Won-ho, who lounged comfortably on the sofa flipping through the catalog.
From the way he’d spoken with the staff upon entering, referencing pre-arranged requests, it was clear he’d come here to shop. But she didn’t understand why he’d brought her.
“Don’t like sweets?”
Gye Won-ho, resting his chin on one hand, turned to Sohee—who sat stiffly like a misplaced ornament, eyes flicking nervously around.
“N-no! I do… I like them.”
He put the catalog down and picked up a silver fork. In his large fingers, it looked comically small. He carefully cut a piece of cake and brought it toward her.
“Ah.”
Open up, kid.
He whispered the words as if teasing, smearing a bit of cream on her lips when she hesitated.
He’s messing with me again.
Worried he might take the joke further in such a public space, Sohee quickly leaned in and took the bite.
Before she could even wipe the cream off, his thumb swept it away—and then he licked it clean with a loud, deliberate slurp.
“Your mouth’s tiny as hell.”
With a frustrated mutter, Gye Won-ho pulled the fork from her lips.
“At least be good at biting.”
His suggestive tone made Sohee turn her head sharply in embarrassment, chewing her cake with fierce determination. Hearing him chuckle next to her made her ears burn red.
She focused hard on the taste of the dessert, trying to drown out any thoughts of the man beside her.
The cake, layered with whipped cream and raspberry jam, was sweet and soft. And yet, for some reason, the image of him licking the cream from his thumb refused to leave her mind.
After that, he seemed to find amusement in feeding her and didn’t stop. Whether he was teasing her or playing around, Sohee couldn’t say—but she ate everything without leaving a bite.
By the time she felt full and her eyelids began to droop, a staff member in white gloves brought over a clothing rack displaying a full outfit—from clothes to shoes.
To her surprise, the clothes were women’s, not men’s.
“These are this season’s pieces. The classic line has been reinterpreted with a younger, more casual feel, so we thought it might suit a younger client like yourself. We prepared the size you mentioned as a gift—would you like to try them on now?”
The staff member looked directly at Sohee as they spoke.
“Uh…”
Hesitating, she turned toward the man—who gave her a look as if to say hurry up.
“Go try it on.”
“Huh…?”
To be continued….