TE 11
by Cherry“You…, you like that so much?”
Seo-ha bit her lower lip, she searched for the perfect insult to pull the man back into reality. Abruptly, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she feigned madness, running her tongue over her lips with deliberate slowness, silently daring him to go to hell.
“Why take someone else’s wife when you could do that kind of thing with any other decent woman?” Seo-ha asked innocently.
Tae-beom’s eyes narrowed like a snake when he heard the question.
At first, it seemed like she was being sarcastic.
But her response wasn’t a flat-out rejection of his hidden proposition.
“That’s why I’m trying to do it with you.”
Tae-beom’s words were like a sharp chisel, splitting open Seo-ha’s ambiguity and revealing the raw, hidden truth beneath.
“Instead of someone else’s wife, I’m going to have sex with a non-committed woman.”
Tae-beom’s anxiety hardened into conviction, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement.
The woman before him, hailed by the congregation as the Messiah’s daughter or even a Goddess, was undeniably attracted to him.
It wasn’t just that he fit her ideal type, but more so that no one had ever dared to flirt with her in such a bold manner.
A forbidden fruit always seemed to taste the sweetest, and Tae-beom couldn’t resist the thrill of pursuing this dangerous attraction.
As he stealthily snuck around with Park Hee-jung in the newly renovated church, thoughts of Seo-ha’s intense gaze haunted him. He had seen her face in pictures during his research, but seeing those captivating eyes up close was something else entirely. The intensity of her shock and curiosity only fueled his desire even more.
And so, it began.
As Park Hee-jung lay beneath him, Tae-beom’s body moved, desperately trying to achieve release. But his mind was consumed with images of the escaped Seo-ha and the terror in her eyes.
In a twisted way, he was thankful for the beauty of the enemy’s daughter. It made him feel like an animal, giving into primal urges.
In addition to being a bully, she cowers in fear at the slightest sign of danger.
Tae-beom caught a glimpse of Seo-ha in the car’s rearview mirror, desperately clinging to her chastisty, her mind brainwashed by her father’s brutal beliefs. He couldn’t help but smirk cruelly at her as he stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, reveling in her discomfort.
The dark alleyway leading to Pastor Moon’s mansion loomed ahead, a constant reminder that Tae-beom was running out of time. But even if he waited for her to make the first move, he knew she was too timid to ever act on it. And so, he continued to manipulate and seduce her, desperate to complete his mission no matter the cost.
Tae-beom carefully parked the car against the wall and switched off the headlights. Seo-ha froze beside him as she sensed the ominous presence in the air, but he refused to treat her delicately like a princess.
Unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned toward Seo-ha and undid the same belt that held her body in bondage.
As the belt brushed against her clothing, his calloused hands moved to the waistband of her pants. With swift movements, he unbuttoned and unzipped them. At the same time, the back of the chair reclined and Seo-ha’s body hung halfway down.
“Now, wait…!”
His rough hand reached for the bottom of Seo-ha’s belly button with a clumsy touch.
A sweaty hand grabbed Tae-beom’s wrist and stopped him. He could feel the vibrations of her trembling hand.
He recoiled at the sight of her, once thought to be an innocent young lady, now revealed to be nothing more than a puppet controlled by fear.
“Go,” she pleaded, her voice shaking with terror. “Rape is…”
“I thought you said rape wasn’t your thing.” Seo-ha spat out, disgusted.
Even if she had been his type before, this behavior would have killed any lingering thoughts of attraction.
But instead of breaking the tension, Seo-ha’s actions only fueled his interest.
The more she pretended to resist, the stronger his desire grew, consuming him like a fire he couldn’t control.
He wanted to see her terrified face contorted with fear.
To play with her like a toy and make all her fears come true.
He wanted to watch her suffer.
Because he hated her.
“Is this rape?”
Hated her for being the daughter of a cult leader.
‘You’re the daughter of that cult, no matter how hard you try to hide it.’
‘You’re the daughter of a man who sold drugs and destroyed countless lives.’
“Tell me, Miss Seo-ha,” he demanded, his voice dripping with disgust and hatred.
‘I hope it hurts.’
“Am I raping you?”
“Now, wait…!”
“Huh? Tell me.”
Tae-bum’s hand forcefully grips Seo-ha’s bottom, traveling down the inside of it with merciless intent.
He takes pleasure in the sensation of her soft cotton panties against his skin.
Most of the women’s panties he’d seen so far had been made of lace, which didn’t feel smooth, but Seo-ha’s were soft and pure cotton. If you took them off completely, they’d probably be a neat solid color with no fancy patterns.
Not bothering to hold back the snicker that threatened to escape, Tae-beom lowered his eyes to Seo-ha’s, forcing her to meet his gaze, forcing her to answer.
“Answer me.”
His amusement is quickly replaced with a twisted desire as he delves into her most private parts, relishing in the fact that he is the first to touch her there.
The woman’s body wasn’t a difficult area for Tae-beom to navigate, enough to caress her arousal through the thin cotton without having to look.
The sensation was both foreign and exhilarating for Seo-ha, who had only ever dared to explore her own body in the privacy of the shower. But as Tae-beom’s hands found their way to these secret places, she couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal flood through her body. Every gentle touch sent shivers down her spine and made her breaths come out in short gasps.
“Ha, uh….”
The same gentle hand pressed firmly on the thin cotton, and like a door opening, Seo-ha’s intimate place opened. The thinning pubic hair was crushed by Tae-beom’s hand, along with the cloth, and her clit.
But even in this moment of intense pleasure, Seo-ha can’t help but think of her father’s strict teachings on purity and chastity.
“Seo-ha, what does your father teach women to value most?”
“Chastity. He says women should follow only their fathers and not allow anyone else to touch them.”
“I see. Where in particular did he say they should be careful?”
“The lower body should not be violated.”
“That’s my daughter, she’s so smart!”
It is forbidden for women to expose their vulnerability to men, or to allow any physical contact with them. Similarly, women must not desire the bodies of men.
Even if all these rules are broken, there is only one that must not be violated: the lower body. If you preserve the chastity between your legs, you will be redeemed.
“Ah….”
Her mind races with conflicting thoughts as Tae-beom continues to explore her body, violating every rule her father had drilled into her.
She questions if it even matters anymore, as she struggles to keep control over her body’s reactions.
Seo-ha’s hand, still holding Tae-beom’s wrist, gradually lost strength.
Tae-beom’s two fingers, which had slipped into the cramped space between the two mounds of flesh, pressed firmly against Seo-ha’s small, pointed clit, then settled in and began rubbing up and down.
The soaked fabric of Seo-ha’s panties clings to her body, almost nonexistent in its ability to protect her. She gasps and moans as Tae-beom presses and rubs against her most sensitive spot, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain.
Seo-ha averted her slanted eyes or kept them closed to avoid meeting Tae-beom’s intense gaze. But as he continued to stare at her face, she found herself meeting his.
And for the first time, his usually cold and stoic eyes showed a glimmer of emotion. His eyes mirrored the tumultuous emotions stirring within her own heart.
Her thoughts drifted to her father’s carefully constructed reasons for keeping her isolated from men. But her resolve wavered like autumn leaves in the wind, threatening to scatter her carefully learned lessons.
“But, Father,” Seo-ha’s voice quivers with desperation, “does that mean I am condemned to a life of solitude? Forbidden from experiencing love like other believers?”
“Seo-ha, women are emotional creatures. When you let yourself become vulnerable to a man, he will twist your thoughts and feelings until they align with his own selfish desires. He will try to undermine the rules I have put in place to protect you, luring you away from my watchful eye.”
“That’s why you can’t do it – it will turn a good daughter against him,”
“Times may be different, but there’s no such thing as a man who doesn’t like a virgin.”
“We’ll find a suitable match for you when the time is right, but until then, you must learn patience and restraint. Do you understand?”
A worthy match, by her father’s definition, would be either someone he could control through business ties, or a man of sufficient status to be considered advantageous to the family.
The only person who benefits from her keeping her “virginity” is her father.
It was a strategy with two clear purposes: preventing her from forming independent attachments and maintaining her value as a future business asset.
Understanding these calculated motives brought no comfort.
Yet the years of conditioning held fast.
“Why…” she whispered.
Fear gripped her heart.
To defy such deeply ingrained rules, to venture into forbidden territory – the weight of consequences pressed upon her.
She trembled at the thought of divine retribution her father had so vividly painted in her mind.
“Yi, if you do this, father, go…! Ahhhh…!”
It was just as scary now, accepting his touch. It was scarier in a different way. The sensation of Tae-beom’s hand was making it harder and harder for Seo-ha to breathe. And the unfamiliar sensation of being touched for the first time, in an intimate place, made her feel strange.
She was filled with an indescribable fear.
“Hmph, ah…. Yo, forgive me, huh…, I won’t…….”
“Really?”
“We’re both, really, in trouble… ah……!”
Seo-ha’s words only seemed to make Tae-beom’s hand move faster, as if it were trying to silence her.
But even still, he couldn’t resist asking for confirmation from Seo-ha.
“So, should we stop?”
His face showed no signs of amusement; he wasn’t genuinely asking for her permission. It was hard to tell if he was being presumptuous or sarcastic.
“Oh, if only my father knew…!”
“Yes, Pastor Moon would be in trouble if he found out.”
“Hm, ah, ouch!”
“But, then what?”
If her father knew.
This man would vanish without a trace – like prey fleeing a predator.
She wouldn’t face crucifixion this time either, but something far worse.
Because she too had sinned.
She shattered her father’s sacred commandments.
She broke every law that had governed her carefully sheltered world.
Yet in destroying what she was meant to preserve, in doing what was forbidden, she found something unexpected.
“So… yes.” The words fell from her lips like a confession.
Seo-ha felt chains breaking, tasting freedom for the first time.
Ki Tae-beom’s face remained an impassive mask at her declaration, though his movements stilled for a heartbeat – betraying a flicker of surprise at her boldness.
Having already crossed the point of no return, Seo-ha gathered her newfound courage.
“Can I kiss you?” she breathed, her lips hovering near his, seeking deeper connection.
Her directness was a stark departure from their earlier careful dance of subtle hints and hesitation.
The transformation from demure maiden to this bold creature surprised them both
“I thought what we were doing was playing preset roles as an asshole and an innocent lady,”
Tae-beom said, a cold smile touching his lips. The expression held no warmth, but Seo-ha, caught up in the whirlwind of new emotions, failed to see its true nature.
It was only when Tae-beom pulled his hand out of his pants that she realized it was strange. Seo-ha was momentarily taken aback by the abruptness of the action.
“Hmph…!”
Tae-beom immediately put his hand back in.
This time inside her panties.
“I must have misread your character completely,” he continued, his voice taking on an edge that should have warned her.
“Ah, ah, wait…!” Seo-ha whispered, suddenly uncertain.
The man’s touch through her panties was arousing enough, But when his fingers found their way to her bare skin, the sensation was on a whole new level. He moved with an impatient urgency, searching through her pubic hair until he reached her clit, squeezing and rubbing it forcefully.
“Not so innocent now, are you?” he sneered.
“Hmph…! Ah!”
“Were you supposed to be a pussy?”
Seo-ha let out a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain as the intense stimulation only grew hotter and more overwhelming.
It felt almost like a burn, but she couldn’t bring herself to protest or stop him. Deep down, she knew something was wrong, but her body was too caught up in the intense sensations to care.
A wave of conflicting sensations washed over her – fear mingled with anticipation, guilt tangled with defiance. Each moment pushed her further from the carefully ordered world she had always known.
She accepted the taboo she had violated, but she was terrified again. Reflexively, she grabbed Tae-beom’s wrist, but his merciless grip and the sensation of his touch left her helpless. Tae-beom continued to move his hand, ignoring Seo-ha’s protests as she shook her head. Seo-ha closed her eyes as Tae-beom’s hand slipped through the zipper of her pants and stretched her panties to the point of bursting.
“Ahhhh…!”
Her fingers clutched desperately at his jacket, wrinkling the fabric as she tried to steady herself against the emotional onslaught. Her slight frame trembled, head falling back as years of rigid control crumbled in an instant.
Her skinny shoulders jerked up and stiffened, and her head threw back.
It was her first orgasm.
“Ha, ha….”
She tilted her head back, still shaking from the afterglow.
Tae-beom’s gaze lingered on Seo-ha’s red lips for a moment, her face flushed with heat before he turned away, methodically pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his hands with businesslike efficiency. His movements were mechanical, devoid of any tenderness or connection.
“Now that we’re here, get dressed.”
He wiped his hands dry, but Seo-ha had to zip up her pants with her groin still damp. The stickiness wasn’t a problem for Seo-ha, who was still reeling from the intense pleasure.
He turns on the headlights and starts the car after a brief stop. The drive to their destination was silent, the bunker-style parking lot’s shadows matching the darkness that had settled between them.
Seo-ha was too shocked by the first orgasm she had ever had in her life to speak.
Only as she prepared to leave did a simple realization hit her:
‘He never kissed me…’
Surely he had just forgotten at that moment.
Seo-ha was curious about the kiss.
After all, wasn’t that what happened in those rare romantic movies she’d managed to glimpse, despite her father’s strict media controls?
She glanced at Tae-beom, but he stared straight ahead, his profile as unreadable as a statue’s.
The disconnect puzzled her. They had shared something profound, hadn’t they? Yet the shame felt entirely her own.
“Thank you for your time,” she managed awkwardly, immediately cringing at how formal the words sounded.
She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out, hesitating by the open door. Tae-beom offered no goodbye, no acknowledgment – not even the casual farewell one might give a mere acquaintance.
Finally closing the car door, Seo-ha felt a strange hollowness. What had seemed thrilling now left her feeling oddly empty.
As she climbed the garden stairs, her steps growing heavier with each revelation, Tae-beom made no move to follow.
***
“…….”
He watched her disappear up the stairs, his thoughts fixed on her even in absence. Something about her continued to occupy his mind, though whether it was triumph or regret, even he couldn’t say.
“Can I give you a kiss?”
The memory of her whispered request haunted him – those lips as red as her flushed cheeks, painting a picture of innocence that no man should witness without following through.
“…Repulsive.”
Kissing was, after all, an act of intimacy.
Tae-beom had kissed many women, even those who are forty-years old and someone as beautiful as Moon Seok-ho’s daughter asking for a kiss shouldn’t have troubled him.
If only she wasn’t Moon Seok-ho’s daughter.
Naive or calculating – he couldn’t decide which was worse.
His face twisted involuntarily as he recalled her expression, asking for a kiss as though they were lovers rather than players in a dangerous game.
Everything was proceeding according to plan. The pastor’s daughter needed to fall for him – that was essential. But something about this…
Perhaps it was the thought of kissing his enemy’s daughter that made his stomach turn.
The memory of her responses to his touch, her unguarded moments…
It was deeply unpleasant. Inexplicably offensive.
The feeling gnawed at him, refusing to be dismissed. This strange distaste, this unprecedented discomfort with his own actions – it was foreign territory for a man accustomed to emotional detachment.
The plan was working perfectly. So why did victory taste so bitter?