Mudoo - Chapter 70

Kang Tae-shin lifted Seula up into his arms and carried her to the room. He sat down on the mattress, legs stretched out, his back against the wall — just like before, only the place had changed.

He hooked his finger at the center of her bra and pulled it up. As her full br3asts bounced free, Tae-shin quickly brought his mouth to them.

Suck, suck—wet sucking sounds filled the air. The pleasure, still unfamiliar every time, sent sharp tingles all the way up her scalp.

“You used to do this with me every day,” Tae-shin muttered, his lips still clinging to her br3ast.

“Not every day.”

“Why not?”

“You were pretty restrained, you know.”

“I’m no monk. What was I holding back for?”

“That’s what made you even sexier.”

At that, he bared his teeth and bit down on her soft br3ast.

“Ah—!” Seula winced and shot him a look.

“You better watch your mouth.”

His warning came low and threatening, but Seula only scoffed. Her hand slid down, grabbing the waistband of his briefs and pulling them down. His c0ck sprang free with a thud, slick with precum. It gave a twitch, as if it had a will of its own—far more threatening than his words.

Tae-shin took her hand and wrapped it around his c0ck. Covering her hand with his own, he guided her movements, stroking up and down with firm pressure. A bead of clear fluid welled from the tip and trailed down. Using it as lube, her strokes grew faster and smoother.

“Ah… ha… huh…”

A low groan slipped from Tae-shin’s lips, his gaze loosening as his face twisted with pleasure. Seeing that expression, Seula felt a rush of heat coil in her stomach. She leaned down and caught his lower lip, sucking on it hard.

“Mmph…”

His whole body was on edge, hypersensitive. Every touch, every lick drew a reaction from him.

“How does it feel… here?”

Before she could even process his words, his hand slipped under her panties. He cupped her damp heat and whispered against her ear, his breath hot.

“Hhngh…”

“You’re soaked. Aren’t you?”

His lips curled into a smirk, and his fingers flicked against her swollen cl!t. Seula’s grip on his c0ck tightened in response. Not to be outdone, he pressed harder on her cl!t and began working his wrist in quick, teasing motions.

“Ah… ahh, ngh—!”

Tae-shin licked his lower lip, watching every change in her expression. As Seula neared her climax, the veins on his temple stood out, pulsing hard.

“S-stop… stop—”

“Hah… I’ve held back long enough. Just remember that.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, lifted her in one go, and yanked her pants and soaked panties down to her ankles. Then he spread her thighs wide and aligned her bare, trembling core with the tip of his hard length.

Before the sharp peak of her orgasm had even faded, Tae-shin gripped her hips and slowly lowered her down.

“Hhuh… Kang Tae-shin…”

Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his waist. With her palms braced against his abdomen, gravity pulled her down, and the thick intrusion pushed deeper and deeper inside her.

Tae-shin licked his lips, then took one of her n1pples between his teeth again. He circled his tongue around it, and Seula’s inner walls fluttered, clinging tighter to him.

“Relax a little,” he murmured. But no matter how many times he said it, Seula couldn’t ease up.

“At this rate, you’re gonna break my c0ck.”

The veins on his neck stood out, thick and blue. Gripping her hips, Tae-shin started to thrust up into her slowly. Each sharp slap of their bodies echoed through the room, her br3asts bouncing wildly with every movement.

This time, Seula didn’t just let him take the lead. Matching his rhythm, she began slamming her hips down to meet his. Heat churned low in her belly. Every time his tip slid deep inside, her vision flashed white.

Suddenly, Tae-shin grabbed the blanket he’d shoved aside earlier and threw it over their joined bodies.

“They’re watching.”

She turned to look where he nodded. Beyond the frosted window, shadowy figures drifted back and forth—restless spirits unable to enter, held back by the talisman he’d stuck to the frame.

Flustered, Seula cleared her throat. “If it bothers you, we can stop.”

Tae-shin only sucked harder at her br3ast, his cheeks hollowing. He let go with a wet pop and grinned.

“Having an audience makes it even more thrilling.”

Seula groaned and smacked his shoulder with her fist. As expected, Kang Tae-shin didn’t even flinch.

***

It was well past noon by the time Seula arrived in Cheonghae-dong, having slept in late on a lazy weekend morning. Kang Tae-shin clicked his tongue and muttered with a disapproving look.

“I should’ve just picked you up after work on Friday, like last week.”

Sitting on the wooden porch, Seula could feel the season shifting. The breeze carried more of autumn’s crisp scent now, rather than the heavy humidity of summer.

Even the drink Tae-shin handed her wasn’t iced chocolate this time, but hot chocolate instead. It was definitely better than the iced one she’d had last week.

“You’re not seriously thinking of showing up at my office again, are you? Don’t even come near it. Thanks to you, I’m still dealing with the aftermath.”

“What did I do?”

Tae-shin shrugged, feigning innocence. Seula sighed quietly. It was hard to focus at work with her boss still gossiping about Tae-shin. She had no idea how long he planned to keep it up.

“You know how some middle-aged men are. They’ve got nothing better to do, so their only joy in life is digging into their employees’ personal lives… total pervert, right?”

She’d hesitated over the right word before finally blurting that out. At the word pervert, Tae-shin’s eyes widened sharply.

“What the hell did that bastard do to you now?”

Startled, Seula tilted her head slightly.

“There are… different kinds of perverts, you know. Not just the touchy, harassing kind. Some people are voyeurs, or obsessively pry into others’ business — that kind of thing counts too…”

“Do people like that just naturally flock around you or something?” Tae-shin raised a brow.

He was clearly remembering Shin Haejun, the man he’d seen standing in front of her house, and lumping him in with that same category.

Seula averted her gaze.

“Let’s pretend you didn’t see that, okay? I’m pretending I didn’t, at least. I was finally starting to forget, but now you’re bringing it up again.”

“How do you pretend you didn’t see something you saw?”

“You just do. There’s nothing you can’t pretend.”

“Are you still in touch with him?”

“Not right now.”

“So you mean you will be later?”

Tae-shin’s relentless questioning made him sound like the very pervert she’d been describing. Seula shook her head firmly, but he pressed on.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna keep hanging around him under the excuse of being ‘just friends.’ Once one side catches feelings, that friendship’s already over.”

“And who are you to give advice about my friendships?”

“He can’t be your only friend, right?”

That last comment made Seula’s face fall.

“…He is, actually.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Tae-shin’s face.

“He’s the only friend I’ve got.”

A dull wave of self-loathing rippled in her chest. How did things end up like this? She’d always done her best to get along with people. She’d never fought, never clashed. But without any clear reason, the connections had just… thinned out. One by one, the links broke until everyone drifted away.

Now, Seula was completely alone.

‘Even when I want to bless you with a loving family and healthy parents, fate doesn’t always go as we wish. You have a particularly harsh destiny, child. I only hope you meet someone who truly loves you and builds a happy home.’

The words of the old fortune-teller she’d met near her office suddenly echoed in her head.

A particularly harsh destiny, she’d said.

Was fate really something that fixed?

Riiing… Riiing…

A loud ringing broke through the silence — the kind of sound you only hear in old movies. Seula instinctively turned toward the hallway, where a dusty rotary phone sat on a table.

Tae-shin looked just as bewildered, glancing between Seula and the hall.

“I’ll get it.”

That old phone was Tae-shin’s only way of contacting Gangnim, the reaper. Since losing his memory, Tae-shin no longer remembered who he really was or what kind of work he used to do. Seula, suddenly tense, rose from her seat and walked to the phone.

“Hello?”

She lifted the receiver to her ear.

— “Oh my, my cute little darling, is that you?”

Gangnim’s cheerful, bubbly voice rang brightly through the speaker.