Choi Hyun-seo's Worth

p>Even as her breath burned and her whole body shook, Tae-yeon nodded her head. Hearing the word “Director” sent a mysterious thrill through her. It wasn’t just physical pleasure.

p>Yoon Ji-won was dead now. If Choi Hyun-seo’s heart had truly belonged to her, that woman was gone from this world. At this very moment, the joy she felt while entwining bodies with him was hers alone, not Yoon Ji-won’s.

p>It was the pleasure that self-pleasure stirred inside her. Yet she could not shake the heavy weight that always followed such ecstasy. On one side of her heart bitterness welled up. Yoon Ji-won. Had he noticed the fleeting, distant gaze she had aimed into empty air while thinking of her? Hyun-seo pulled her body even closer and said,

p>“Were you too gentle with me? You had time to think about something else.”

p>“That’s not it. Ah—huk.”

p>No matter how loudly she cried out, he never stopped. What came after pleasure? A hunger that could never be satisfied. The unbearable heat of wanting more, a torment she longed to feel.

p>Now he pushed her so far that she no longer wanted to feel anything. Over and over they crested and crashed, and Tae-yeon kept calling his name.

p>“Hyun-seo….”

p>“Keep going. What are you going to say?”

p>“Hyun-seo.”

p>“Why are you saying that, Min Tae-yeon?”

p>Hyun-seo called her name so tenderly it was sweeter, more electric, than “Director.” It was the same for Tae-yeon.

p>Choi Hyun-seo’s tenderness was poison. One “pretty” and one name, and that feeling lodged in her chest, smothering every other thought. It was as if he loved her and cared for her.

p>“Please.”

p>“Please what? Say it.”

p>Even after he had buried himself to the deepest point and their bodies could press no closer, he pushed his hips forward and asked,

p>“What should I do for you?”

p>“Hyun-seo. Hyun-seo. Stop.”

p>How many times had she called his name? Her lips were dry; when she licked them his tongue followed and sealed over them. She pushed saliva into her mouth as if feeding water, and she no longer remembered how many times he had climaxed inside her.

p>She fled to the dressing room, but he followed and gripped the console, pressing her against it again. The body slamming into her from behind showed no sign of tiring. His relentless thrusts felt like weapons now; every nerve in her body was so sensitive it might shatter. Even as he finished he was careful about the condom, as if he had imprinted on his bones the need never to fail at birth control.

p>She couldn’t understand why that should make her heart ache. It was only natural; a proper marriage required a wedding, registration, and raising a child together. But they had no such life. He was right to be careful. Yet one part of her heart still felt hollow.

p>Tae-yeon headed for the bathroom. Good, he murmured, and latched onto her again. The way his body stuck to her like a magnet, the way her legs fell open at his touch—it was all too strange.

p>Did bodies and hearts not match? Or was she simply missing one thread of his feelings? She could not see her own heart clearly.

p>“What are you thinking about now?”

p>In the steamy bathroom he pulled her close and asked.

p>“I don’t know. Can I even think? My mind is completely blank.”

p>“Good.”

p>He kissed her. Tae-yeon’s body rocked beneath him. His hot desire, still swollen inside her, refused to fade…

p>“Vice President Min is doing very well. I know exactly how strong you are.”

p>“What did you say?”

p>“Our company doesn’t give such high salaries for nothing. There’s so much work to do. After finishing everything you still have strength left to take overtime? Min Tae-yeon.”

p>Overtime?

p>He had never mentioned it. She had never told him she had ended her job because of her mother’s hospital bills and taken overtime.

p>This man remembered!

p>The one-night stand, that night!

p>The moment she tried to turn her body to look at his face, it slammed into her again with a dull thud. Every time he met her from behind, nerves prickled from the tips of her hair. Moans escaped her, and he suddenly gripped her breast from behind.

p>She was completely lost in his hands. Her vision blurred. At that peak of pleasure, or was it the peak of sorrow? It felt like she had a fleeting thought. At the height of violent ecstasy, tears spilled from Tae-yeon’s eyes.

p>When she opened her eyes again, they were back in bed. He stroked her cheek and kissed her once more.

p>“You can do it, Tae-yeon. You can do more. I’m going crazy. I can’t stop.”

p>Moaning loudly, he sucked her breast again. With fierce movements he spread her red body wide and thrust his massive, burning desire into her from behind. Moans burst out, but the pleasure was even greater than before. Where, exactly, did the end of ecstasy lie?

p>Hyun-seo was drowning like a man mesmerized by the woman chasing him.

p>Where, exactly, did this woman’s end lie?

p>Why did he cling to her so obsessively? Today he had not looked anywhere else but at her. She was hired out of necessity, yet why was he sinking into her without reason?

p>No matter how hard he tried to ignore her, the cold look she gave him every morning and evening had driven him crazy. If she had no expectations he would never behave this way. What, exactly, did he want from this woman?

p>Min Tae-yeon was devoted to her job and to him. There was nothing wrong. Then what more was he asking for?

p>Unable to control his strength, he pushed harder. Tae-yeon’s moan escaped.

p>“Stop. Please.”

p>“I know you like it. I can do more. Were you thinking about doing this while watching Shin Noel earlier?”

p>The ridiculous words made Tae-yeon glare at him.

p>“Keep glaring. Shin Noel can’t do this with you.”

p>The monstrous force drove deep inside her, and Tae-yeon struck his back again and again. She even bit his shoulder with her teeth at the peak of pleasure. Then came the moment when nothing was heard anymore. She faintly heard him calling her name.

p>“Tae-yeon.”

p>Tae-yeon thought she should not be called so tenderly and closed her eyes. It had been perfect unconsciousness. She had lost.

p>* * *

p>The next morning was already late. The time for Yun-woo to drink his morning milk had long passed. Yet her whole body ached; she had no strength to get up. She tried to lie on her side, but the sheets beside her were cold and empty.

p>He must have gone to work early.

p>How could this happen! Eyes still half-open with sleep, she reached for the phone. A text had arrived.

p>“So how much am I worth? I’ll be waiting for your reply, Vice President Min. The official promotion to Director is still coming.”

p>Tae-yeon smiled at the message. They were not even dating… Well, she had been paid for it. She thought back.

p>How many times had I said I would sell myself?

p>That man had almost forced it on her. Every day he pushed, and she lost count.

p>Well, sometimes he would say sell, sometimes he would take the change instead. Roughly ten times. Lately she had been saving desperately to move her mother’s house, so she really didn’t want to spend the money. How much should she pay?

p>She decided to transfer it and opened the bank app.

p>While driving, Hyun-seo kept glancing at his phone. She would reply soon. He was worried. Calculating the value of Choi Hyun-seo was difficult.

p>One million won? Ten million?

p>If she kept calculating and couldn’t decide, she might not send anything. Then she would tease him and ask how much he would give.

p>If it wasn’t money, just give her body every day and stop. But unlike what he expected, an alert rang.

p>“Is he really sending money?”

p>The deposit alert came. She felt strangely excited. How much had he sent?

p>There was only one account she had set the alert for. It was empty. It was the new account she had made to test how much he would pay since she kept saying she would sell herself.

p>In other words, an account that received the money from selling her body.

p>The sound of a ding, and the deposit was 150,000 won. A message followed.

p>“I calculated ten times. Since it’s almost forced, you know it’s cheap. Ten times one hundred fifty thousand won.”

p>“What? I’m worth only 15,000 won each time? No matter how little you think of me, at least give me a million!”

p>Hyun-seo let out a long breath, utterly speechless. His hair fluttered from the air he exhaled.

p>“You really turned a person into cheap meat. If you want to earn money, you’ll have to work much harder.”