A Forest flowing with Milk and Honey - Chapter 8.4

Wearing nothing but a thin sweatshirt, Woorim looked overly pretty without make-up. Her ruddy cheeks and lips had a hint of color. The man’s mouth watered, and he couldn’t resist asking.

“Are you a celebrity? I’ve been abroad for a long time, so I’m not really sure.”

“……”

“An idol? An actor?”

The taller one among them spoke. Woorim kept his mouth tightly shut, aware of their presence.

“If they were a celebrity, would they be out like this? They would at least be wearing a mask.”

Another guy snickered and pretended to stop his friend. Woohim pretended not to hear and stared at the elevator. It seemed he would have to ride with those two guys, which felt a bit uncomfortable.

Woorim quickly turned around and tried to exit to the underground parking lot.

“Are you looking for a sponsor? I can match your price.”

A hand with a business card blocked Woorim’s path. Woorim almost bumped into that arm, and his expression stiffened.

“I’ll pay you what you’re worth. What do you say?”

The man reeked of alcohol even in broad daylight, and his leering face sent shivers down Woorim’s spine.

“I’m not interested.”

“I’m good with manners. I’m not a weird guy, I promise! Just take a look at my card.”

“I’m not interested.”

Woohim replied coldly and quickly left through the door. As he was heading to his car, the men followed him.

“Stop it. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Hey, let go!”

The man pushed away his friend who was trying to stop him and approached Woorim. Woorim ran to his car, breathing heavily. Just as he was about to open the door, the man was already too close.

It felt like the man’s outstretched hand would soon touch him. Sudden advances with the intention to touch him were all too frequent for Woorim.

But he had never gotten used to it. A wave of unpleasant chills shook his body.
Suddenly, the man’s hand was grabbed before it could reach Woorim.

“Do you want to die young at that age?”

“Ahhh!”

“Do you even realize what kind of messed-up thoughts come to my mind every time a jerk like you pops up? Why do you touch a perfectly normal person? If they say no, why do you try to touch them anyway, you bastard?”

Taeo twisted the screaming man’s wrist with a crunch. The man’s scream, pale with pain, echoed through the parking lot.

Taeo snatched the business card from the man’s hand and kicked him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. After finding out the man’s identity, Taeo threw the card away and stepped on his thigh.
“TH? What, are you the grandson of a company president or something?”

“Ugh! Stop, ahhh!”
The black shoe crushed the concave area between the man’s pelvis and thigh. The man lay writhing on the ground, drooling, while his friend retreated cowardly.

“If I had touched you, I would’ve crushed your balls. If you want to get hurt again, come find me.”
Taeo glanced at the pale Woohim and then punched the man again. Taeo casually walked past, leading Woohim with him, while the friend who was trying to escape approached the man cautiously.

“……”

Once inside the elevator with Taeo, Woorim stared glumly at the floor. Only then did Taeo realize that he might have shown too much violence in front of the younger person. He nervously bit his lip and gently pulled Woohim into a hug.

“Don’t worry about stuff like that. It’s just a bug that got brushed off. I’ll take care of it quickly.”

“……Taeo.”

Taeo furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering if he had heard that correctly.

“What if there’s CCTV? Aren’t you worried about being charged with assault?”

Woohim sighed heavily as she asked. Taeo carefully examined her face. Perhaps because he had arrived early, she didn’t appear severely shaken; she just looked a bit annoyed.

“Are you concerned about that? It’s nothing; a little star sticker, and it’ll all blow over.”
Taeo chuckled lightly, treating it like a joke. Woohim didn’t find it funny at all. She replied seriously.

“That would only lead to unnecessary gossip. What if my promotion to executive director gets canceled?”

“Do you really want me to become an executive director?”

“Aren’t you hoping for that?”

“I’ve never really considered it.”

Just then, the elevator reached the top floor.
“Don’t think too much about it. I said I’d take care of it quickly.”

Taeo remarked as they stepped into his home. He seemed hot-headed but not reckless. It was clear that, being thorough in his work, he had a plan.

Woorim felt a sense of relief.

“If you don’t want to be an executive director, what do you want to be? The chairman?”

“Well, I’m not really sure…”

As Taeo took off his outerwear, the scent of body wash wafted from him, likely from his recent workout. Woorim felt a little lightheaded from the fresh fragrance.

“I could never understand those who dozed off in class. It was particularly sad to see those who did nothing but claimed that studying wasn’t aligned with their future careers.”

Woorim flinched slightly, having focused only on the subjects she enjoyed while avoiding the challenging ones.

“I thought that since I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I should at least do that. I believed it would create options for me later when I figured out what I really wanted to pursue.”

It was a somewhat complicated tale.

Baekmu Construction was a massive corporation with a market capitalization exceeding 15 trillion won, yet the founder was still alive. The combined shareholding of Chairman Baek and his close associates exceeded half. Although they had consistently gifted shares to Woohim and Taeo, it remained possible because the inheritance taxes had not yet been incurred.
Chairman Baek was still in charge, and with his complete support, Taeo had become the acting chairman, even though he was just a director.

However, if Chairman Baek were to pass away, changes in shareholding would follow. Maintaining that position would be a challenge that Taeo would have to face in the future.

Taeo needed strength. He had to have the power to expel the reckless scions of wealthy families, just as he had done today. That was something a child of a prostitute and a gangster could not possess. If he had such advantages, he wouldn’t have dared to desire Woohim.

Taeo carried a heavy responsibility. He had sinned by daring to covet someone beyond his means. If viewed through the lens of the past, it was akin to a servant assaulting a princess, making the burden of the princess Taeo carried quite significant.

He didn’t aspire to be a chairman. For Taeo, the crown was merely a tool.

“Do you go to the company out of obligation?”
Woorim, unaware of his intricate thoughts, asked tentatively. Taeo broke into a laugh.
“I’m satisfied. I have big ambitions.”

Woorim gazed blankly at Taeo’s smiling face. It was a rarity for him to laugh so heartily. His bright laughter made her heart flutter. With her cheeks flushed, Woorim grasped Taeo’s hand.

“Mr Tao…….”

“What is that, why do you call me that?”

“It’s a sign that I’m an adult.”

Woorim said confidently. She held the shopping bag in her hand.

You’re tired from working. Don’t you want me to give you a massage?

Tao stared at her ruddy face, wondering what she was trying to do. There was only one reason for Woorim’s tricks.

Lie down there, I’ll make you feel better.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You can’t be sure until you have a try. Come here.”

Woorim pulled a wary Tao over, undressed him and laid him on the bed. She dug through the paper bag. She found the body oil she’d bought on impulse. With a ragged breath, Wu Lin poured the oil over Tao’s body.

The slippery, slick oil coated his coppery torso in a thick layer. His muscles seemed more defined than usual after his workout. The oiled pecs were luscious, and the rest of his chest was aesthetically pleasing, as if he’d deliberately shaped it that way.

Woorim gently stroked his chest and shoulders. His body was so toned. The slightest pressure made his arms ache and his breathing ragged.

“Haha…… Mr Tao…….”

Poof! The oil soaked his abs. With both palms full of oil, Wu Lin grabbed his wickedly erect p3nis. As he gently rubbed the shaft, his calloused palms became slick and wet.

“Urim, who gives massages like that?”

“It’s an adult massage.”

The naked Urim pulled him to his feet. Her wet hole rubbed against the gnarled shaft. He could feel the bulging veins and the curvature of the c0ck with its unusually thick center.

Don’t be such a b1tch, you’re a pain in the arce even without this.

The wet hole gurgled, swallowing the tip of the glans and releasing it. The slipped c0ck rubbed long and hard against her pvssy, right up to her cl!t.

“Mmmm, feels good, huh… You like that?”
I loved the feel of the hot shaft as it slid in and out of me. The sensitive flesh trembled and melted like honey as the hard glans struck her cl!t. Her swollen br3asts jiggling and jerking, Wulin purred like a pleased cat.

It feels like fvck. So you’re going to eat raw d1ck again? You won’t go back to school? You won’t do any dancing? You’ll spend the rest of your life in my bed with your legs apart?
“Hmph, yes, I’m going to live with my legs spread……. For the rest of my life, ha ha, darling…… okay…….”

“Please think before you speak, Woorim.”

Tao cut him off harshly and pulled him to his feet. He turned her around and sat her on top of him. She spread her legs wide and rubbed her hole against his c0ck, wiggling her bottom on either side of him as if it was natural.

As far as Tao was concerned, he was no different from the rest of them, and for a moment he considered turning Woorim into a lunatic and locking him in the house. It wouldn’t be too difficult to manipulate Woorim, with a long psychiatric history and a soon-to-be-dead old man as his only family.

Unaware that he was being rubbed by a scumbag, Urim kept whimpering.
“It’s wet, huh, you can wrap it up. Ha, I want to get pregnant…”
“Doesn’t this d1ck make you crazy? I want you to be my fucker…… heh, fvck…….”

Wulin took the thick p3nis in her hand. She opened her hole and swallowed the meat.

“Ahhhh, come in, ugh…… ahhh, haah……!”
A sobbing Tao viciously pinched and twisted her sopping wet cl!t.

“Oohhh, there, uhh, just like that, yeah, haah…… ahh!”

The tiny knob of flesh twisted and turned. Squeezing the mound inside. I relaxed slightly, then squeezed harder, applying more pressure. Barely swallowed, the forest hanging from Tao’s chest twitched and parted his lips. Like sucking on a thick shaft, liquid burst from the opening. The wetness inside slipped out and bit at his c0ck.