Side story 1. Ch 3.1

03
After a short break, he got busy again. Golf courses are usually most crowded in the spring and fall, and since his schedule lined up with the peak season, he looked busier than ever—barely had time to breathe. He started spending more and more time outside, and eventually, there were days when he didn’t come home at all.

I kept checking the clock. In this big house, all I could do was wait for him with no promise of when he’d return. He didn’t bother telling me when he’d be late, and really, there was no reason for him to tell me anything. With no communication, I had no idea when the master would come home—just like a dog waiting endlessly for its owner.

It was nearly 5 a.m. I’d given up on him coming home and was dozing off on the sofa when the front door finally opened. I jolted awake and came face-to-face with him as he stepped inside. It had been almost two full days since he was last home.

He came in, pulling his loosely hanging tie from his neck and splashing his face with water. His expression was stiff, carefully guarded—at a glance, it looked no different than usual. But I’d been by his side long enough to notice the subtle changes in his face. His skin was slightly rougher, his brows faintly furrowed, and his jaw locked tight. That was the face of someone barely holding it together with fatigue.

I quickly got up from the sofa and followed him. I took his jacket and put it away in the closet.

“…Ah.”

He’d entered the bathroom but must have felt dizzy—he stopped midway through unbuttoning his shirt and leaned on the sink with one arm.

“Come here.”

“Let me just finish—”

I didn’t even have time to hang the jacket properly before CEO Jang grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him. Standing this close, I was hit with that overwhelming smell unique to drinking nights—harsh alcohol, acrid smoke, and layers of different perfumes. It was a mess of scents.

“Take it off.”

I continued unbuttoning his shirt, soaked in the smell of booze, as if he’d been submerged in a barrel of it. With each button undone, more of his body came into view. I pulled the hem of his shirt from his pants, and he suddenly leaned into me.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. His hot breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

“…Hmm. Skin scent.”

I weakly pushed him away and told him to wash up. But the man, built like a rock, didn’t budge an inch. His body radiated heat, and the moment my palms touched him, it felt like an electric current zapped through my fingers.

“Please, just go wash up first.”

“I was thinking I’d unload before that.”

“…Ha.”

He wasn’t joking—he was already hard.

“……”

“……”

“I don’t think… going all the way is a good idea.”

I undid his leather belt and unzipped his pants. He pulled mine down too—since I rarely went out, my already pale skin looked almost translucent now. He pressed the tip of his c*ck against my inner thigh and started rubbing it there. He used my body like his side dish, pushing into the soft flesh with the head of his c*ck.

Eventually, he came—spurting thin semen onto my thigh, rubbing himself against me to squeeze out every last drop.

Afterward, he finally went to wash up. I grabbed some tissues from the room and wiped the semen off my leg. Then I gathered up the clothes he’d left outside the bathroom to prepare for dry cleaning as usual.

That’s when something on his shirt caught my eye.

A reddish smudge on the part connecting the shoulder to the arm—like a streak made by a crayon. Considering where he’d been, it was more likely lipstick. I brought the shirt to my nose and sniffed. A chaotic mix of strong perfumes filled my nostrils, but one soft rose scent stood out and prickled at my nerves.

If lipstick had made it all the way to that part of the shirt, they must’ve been really close. My chest tightened bitterly as I stared at the stain—but I shook it off and got back to work.

I rolled up both pant legs and crouched by the veranda. I grabbed the round bar soap and started scrubbing the stained spot. The expensive shirt, one of those luxury brands he always insisted on, stretched out under my careless grip. I tossed it into the laundry basket.

Back in the room, I assumed he’d be asleep by now—but he reached out from the bed, pulling me toward him. I lay down, my back facing him. He murmured behind me, his voice languid—probably thanks to getting off earlier.

“I’m tired. Try being cute for once.”

I ignored him.

“…Just get an actual dog instead.”

“Why? You’re already here.”

He pressed his face deeper into the back of my neck. His breath spilled down my skin. With each inhale, my heart rose; with each exhale, it sank again.

The memory of the two women I’d seen in his room the first time I met him came back to me. And the conversations Kim Miran and Park Jinkyung had about him floated through my mind.

“If I were her, I’d throw myself at him too. He’s single, sexy, and he spends big.”

And Park Jinkyung added with her signature raspy laugh:

“And he’s got a big d*ck.”

Curled up in his arms, I felt like my emotions crashed straight into the floor. Like he’d picked me up and slammed me down hard. I’d thought—hoped—he’d go sleep with someone else. But now, I didn’t understand why I felt this disgusted.

***

The next day, he was late again. It was a familiar routine, but for some reason, I felt more anxious today. I kept checking the time. Finally, past 3 a.m., I gave in and called his phone. The ringing dragged on unusually long. He usually kept it on, since he had to deal with clients constantly. But tonight, he wasn’t picking up, and it made me pace around the house in circles.

Then the ringing abruptly cut off.

—“Hello?”

A woman answered.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at the screen. I checked the thirteen-digit number again—there was no mistake. It was definitely CEO Jang’s phone number. The unfamiliar female voice caught me off guard, and I was stunned into silence.

She spoke again first.

-The CEO is in the shower right now. Where should I say the call is from?

In the shower? The man was in the shower, and the person answering the phone was answering it for him. They must have been in the same space, with the bathroom door between them.

There was only one way to infer the current situation. In an instant, images of a fleshy orgy flashed before my eyes. Strength slowly built up in the hand holding the cell phone.

-Hello?

When the woman called me again, wondering why I wasn’t saying anything, I mumbled in a faint voice, as if it would break off.

“No, I think I dialed the wrong number.”

-Okay, I understand.

Then the call ended. I looked down at the cell phone that had lost its partner with bewildered eyes. Then I dropped my hand down.

That night, I couldn’t sleep for a long time. It was because an uneasy feeling that I would have a nightmare was weighing heavily on my body. Sure enough, as soon as I fell into a light sleep, an ominous dream covered me. I sprang up in the bright incandescent light. Huff, huff! I kept exhaling short breaths into the room filled with dry air.

My body was as cold as ice, as if it had been completely immersed in ice water and taken out. My knees trembled. The aftereffects were more intense than usual. It was as if my immunity to nightmares had disappeared in the meantime. It was because my sleep had been clean for a while because the man was there.

I rolled myself up like a roll of toilet paper and waited for morning to come quickly. Every second flowing inside the wristwatch was whipping me.

The sun rose very slowly today.

***

The man came home only when it was light. He came straight into the room and immediately sought my arms. I was slumped like a doll with the stuffing pulled out, and I received the man. The man’s panting breath poured over my face. He seemed particularly excited. I just sighed deeply inside.

Reaching out to the man’s lower body, I pulled the belt from his waist. When I lowered the zipper of his pants, his drawers were exposed to the outside.

“……”

“……”

I was about to reach out to the massively swollen drawers, but I noticed something and stopped. CEO Jang’s lower body was now wrapped in dark black drawers. He was definitely wearing something different when he went out. Because he was so meticulous, he could have showered at the penthouse. Why was this suddenly bothering me so much?

I was sure he had showered. That was only 5 hours ago. Why was the smell of alcohol and perfume so disgustingly strong on the man? I hated the smell coming from the man so much, but I still licked his groin.

The man seemed to be enjoying it, tilting his head back and feeling my tongue, then grabbed my hair and lowered his waist. When the man lowered his head towards me to kiss me, I quickly turned my head away. I didn’t want to kiss him, even if we were having sex. The man’s face, rejected from a kiss, was fiercely distorted. This kind of rejection was a first for him, and he seemed quite displeased.

“Why are you acting up?”

The tone was as if he was saying, ‘I’m going to do it, what right do you have to refuse?’ I muttered as if sighing.

“…You smell like alcohol.”

“Is it the first time?”

It really wasn’t the first time he smelled like alcohol.

“Sucking dick is okay, but not lips?”

The rejected man bit my lower lip hard. It was bitten hard enough that it hurt. It tasted bitter, so it was clear that blood was seeping out. As I opened my mouth, saying ‘ah’ because it hurt, the man pushed his tongue in. The man’s tongue filled my small mouth. The man sucked on the skin inside my tender mouth. I tried hard not to react. I ignored the man’s tongue rubbing against my tongue. The man pushed on regardless.

CEO Jang fell asleep with his dick inside my hole. I shook my hips from side to side and pulled it out. Blood and semen overflowed. I wet a towel and wiped my body first. Then I washed the towel again and wiped the body of the man who had fallen asleep this time. I took off his shirt and scrubbed his body thoroughly.