Chapter 3 — My Girlfriend's Other Man - Part 1 (3)

I'd left work early, more hurried than usual, but by the time I finished watching my girlfriend Emma's porn video, the sun had already set.

I cracked the window open slightly and pulled out a cigarette.

The wind rushed in through the gap in the glass, fierce and fast, matching the speed of the car.

"Baby... I love you... Do you love me too? Come inside me... Make me pregnant... I'll have your baby..."

Her sweet whispers echoed vividly in my ears.

The image of her tangled with that guy played in my mind as clearly as if I were watching the video again.

My head was a complete mess.

Then my phone rang.

The caller ID showed just two letters: Paul.

I hesitated for a moment before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Oz, it's me..."

I cut him off.

"Listen, I'm on my way now. I'll see you in person and talk. Hang up."

"Hey, Oz. I don't know what's going on, but just calm down first—"

I'm not calm, goddammit. Shut up and get to your place now."

"Ugh, what the hell is wrong with you? At least tell me what's going on!"

"Shut the fuck up, you bastard! You'll know when we meet. I'll be waiting in front of your place."

"Hey, I'm actually—"

He tried to say something, but I hung up.

By the time I reached the outskirts of Seoul, the roads were packed as usual. My heart was racing, but my car's engine seemed to slow with every passing second.

I finally arrived at his small studio apartment, weaving through the crowded streets, but neither he nor his car was there. I called again.

"What the hell, why aren't you here?!"

"Dude, I'm on a business trip in Daejeon… I won't be back until late tonight. Let's meet tomorrow."

"Fucking hell! Then why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

"You didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

Yelling into the phone wouldn't magically bring him back from his trip. I turned the key, started the engine again. My new destination: Emma's place.

That road was jammed too.

Eventually, I pulled up in front of her building and called her. Her soft, gentle voice came through the receiver.

"Baby~? What's up?"

I replied coldly.

"Come down."

"Where to?"

"I'm right in front of your place."

"What? Why all of a sudden?"

"Just come down."

"I haven't even washed up yet..."

"Just come. It's not like I haven't seen your bare face before."

She must've sensed something was wrong from my tone, because she didn't argue.

"Okay, wait a sec..."

A few minutes later, the apartment lobby door opened, and she appeared—wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. She'd been working late at the office again, and she'd stopped by her own place to change before I picked her up. She lived alone in Sinlim-dong, a modest apartment she'd rented after moving out of her parents' home three years ago.

Normally, I'd have gotten out to open the car door for her, but I wasn't in the mood.

She quietly slipped into the passenger seat. The second she sat down, I yanked the gearshift into Drive and pulled away.

"Where are we going?"

"..............."

"Why the sudden surprise visit without even calling?"

"..............."

"Something wrong?"

"..............."

I didn't answer. I just merged onto the Seocho interchange. She stopped asking.

The silence broke only when we reached the one-room I used as a temporary residence.

"Get out."

I told her.

"Why are we at your place all of a sudden?"

"You'll see when we go up."

I got out first and walked ahead. She followed.

As soon as we entered the room, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"What are you doing?"

She asked, slightly annoyed.

She knew I smoked, but I'd never done it in front of her before.

I stubbed the cigarette out in a paper cup and turned to face her. She was glaring at me, eyes sharp with contempt.

Who the hell do you think you are, acting tough in front of me? Do you really think you look cool like this?

Her look screamed it.

I walked straight up to her and suddenly yanked her hoodie up.

"Huh?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Without a word, I shoved her onto the bed, resisting, and ripped the hoodie off.

"Baby, please... don't do this..."

Her confidence from moments ago was gone. Fear flickered in her eyes. I ignored her pleas and tore off her sweatpants and panties in one motion.

Now the only thing covering her body was a purple bra—and I ripped that off too.

"Baby, please... I'm scared..."

She whimpered, tears welling. But I didn't care.

I forced her legs apart and pressed my mouth to her slightly plump, fleshy pussy.

It smelled faintly metallic—she hadn't washed. She pushed against my head with all her strength.

"Don't... I haven't cleaned up... Please... if you want to do it, let me wash first... okay...?"

Her voice, almost crying, no longer reached me.

To stop her from resisting, I pinned both her wrists with one hand and lifted one of her leg with the other, spreading her wide.

Her pubic hair… and her puffy, peeking labia… I sucked her lips hard, violently.

"Haaah... don't... you're really doing this? It hurts..."

She sobbed, but I ignored her. I didn't just suck—I chewed her clit and labia like meat.

"Ah!! It hurts! Baby, gently! It hurts, damn it!"

I pressed her down and lined my cock up to her entrance.

Her pussy wasn't ready at all, but I forced my way in. The tight, dry flesh clung to my shaft, resisting.

I used my fingers to pry her open and finally shoved myself all the way in. The second I was fully inside, I started thrusting.

All the while, I bit down hard on her nipples.

"Ah! It hurts! Baby, it hurts! Hic...!"

Her sobs only made my cock pound her harder. She must've been in agony, but I felt a sharp, tearing pain along the skin connecting my glans and shaft.

Still, I gripped her bouncing breasts tightly and kept thrusting violently. Soon, even her pleading turned into curses.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts, you crazy bastard! Hic...! Fuck, stop it, you dog! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The more she cursed, the rougher I treated her.

"Ah! Are you insane?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I answered her shrill scream.

"You want to know why?"

"Yeah, you bastard! What's your damn reason?!"

"Fine. I'll tell you."

I pulled out, walked to the desk, opened my laptop, and clicked play on the video file from before. Then I grabbed a random bottle of skin lotion within reach and went back to the bed.

Her stunned expression twisted as she watched the video play.

I unscrewed the cap, poured a generous amount onto my cock, and shoved it straight into her pussy.

I'd only used the lotion because she was so dry—but I immediately regretted it.

This was the kind I barely even used on my face—it was too intense. The moment it touched my glans, it burned like fire. What must it have felt like inside her?

"Hnnn...!"

A faint moan slipped through her tightly pressed lips. Tears streamed from her clenched eyes as she tried to endure the pain. For the first time since we met, I truly saw her face.

My cock plunged in and out of her again. Each thrust made her wince. Finally, she spoke.

"Was it because of that?"

"Yeah!! Did you enjoy it?!"

I kept thrusting as I asked.

"You crazy bastard!! Yeah, I enjoyed it!!"

"How many times? You two don't look like you only did it once or twice..."

"Want to know? More than twenty times, you bastard!!"

I was stunned.

We'd barely been apart for two months—and in that time, she'd done it over twenty times?

And she was saying it so boldly… I had nothing to say.

I pulled my cock out and brought it to her lips.

"Suck it!"

She turned her head away. I repeated, louder.

"Suck it, you bitch!"

The vulgar words spilled from my mouth so naturally that I shocked even myself.

I'd never cursed at her like that before. Even in fights, only she ever threw insults. I'd only muttered curses under my breath.

"Suck it, you fucking slut!"

I forced her mouth open and shoved my cock in, starting from the glans. She clamped down and bit hard.

It hurt so much tears sprang to my eyes—but I pushed deeper anyway. I probably went all the way to her throat.

She gagged, choking, tears welling again—but I didn't care. I started thrusting.

Every time she tried to turn her head, I grabbed her hair and yanked her back, shoving even harder.

"Ooh, you bitch! You suck so well... Did you suck him like this too? You filthy slut!"

Looking down at her flushed, red face, curses spilled from me unconsciously. Her tightly shut eyes snapped wide open, staring at me.

Something dark flashed in her gaze. She stopped sobbing. It was like she was daring me: Go ahead. Do your worst.

Fuck! You dirty slut! Your pussy’s getting destroyed today!

I thought it, then shoved my cock all the way into her throat. A sharp, electric sensation shot from my glans up my spine to the top of my head.

I shuddered violently, unable to hold back any longer, and came deep in her throat.

When I pulled out, she coughed violently, gasping for air.

Her spit and my cum splattered across the mattress.

She coughed like she was about to vomit for a while, then gradually calmed. She reached for tissues, wiped her face and mouth weakly, then picked up her clothes from the floor.

I snatched them from her hand and threw them across the room.

"It's not over yet, you bitch!"

"Please... stop... just end it..."

Her voice trembled.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

I climbed on top of her again, grabbed her breasts, and sucked hard under her nipples, biting into the white skin. Wherever my lips went, a bright red mark was left behind.

I turned one breast into a mess of bites, then moved to the other. Then her neck, then one side of her cheek—soon, every inch was covered in my vivid lip marks.

I shoved my hardening cock back into her pussy.

Maybe because of the lotion, there was no resistance. As I thrust, she lay there motionless—like a mannequin.

I pounded her roughly, as if drilling a tunnel, but she didn't even flinch.

"Why? Is it boring with me after being with him?"

Then, for some reason, I remembered that guy stuffing strawberries into her pussy. In a flash, I ran to the kitchen and yanked the fridge open. No strawberries.

But there were half-eaten grapes. I grabbed a bunch and went back.

She spoke in a flat, emotionless voice, like a mummy waking from deep sleep.

"Stop... Does it have to go this far?"

"Disappointed it's not strawberries? Should I go buy some at the store?"

"You're insane..."

Her voice sounded resigned.

I plucked a grape and shoved it into her pussy. One, two... probably quite a few went in. I even forced in one that kept slipping out, then pressed my cock against her.

"Huuuh..."

Her face twisted in pain as my cock split through the already-stuffed flesh. A few grapes popped out, rolling across the bed.

I knew it was insane… but the cool burst of a grape against my glans didn't feel bad.

Every time I thrust, another grape slipped out.

When I got tired, I'd suck her nipples to rest, then thrust again. I don't know how long this went on. For some reason, I couldn't come.

I pulled out and sat between her legs. I shoved my fingers into her pussy and started jerking off with the other hand.

My fingers pushed past the grapes, reaching the end—my fingertip touched the entrance to her womb. I rubbed her clit with my thumb while my middle and index fingers fucked her roughly.

Her pale pink inner flesh glistened around my moving fingers.

Was it pain? I saw her thighs and toes tense up occasionally. But she didn't make a sound.

I wanted her to break. To scream. To beg for mercy…

But what was I even doing?

Amid these thoughts, my lust faded. I stopped jerking off, pulled my fingers out of her, and went to the bathroom.

Washing my hands, I noticed a bit of blood on my fingers from inside her. I felt a flicker of worry—but ignored it.

When I came back, she was under the blanket, covered head to toe.

Was she crying? What the hell had I done?

No. Think about what she did with that guy.

I forced down the guilt and walked out.

Nearby, I downed a few chasers of beer and soju at a pojangmacha until I was just sober enough to keep my senses, then returned to the room.

She was gone.

I collapsed onto the bed like a corpse.

"Hey... hey... wake up..."

What time was it? I opened my eyes to someone shaking me. I must've fallen asleep without locking the door. I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus.

The blurry face slowly came into view.

Then I recognized him—and shot upright.

"You fucking bastard! Thanks for coming on your own!"

I swung a punch straight at his face.

Thud! His head snapped sideways about ninety degrees. When he turned back to me, I couldn't bring myself to throw another punch.

Blood trickled from his split lip. His eyes burned with fury.

Paul was much shorter than me, but he had a solid, athletic build from years of training. Second dan in taekwondo, second dan in hapkido. He'd been working in sales for years, traveling between clients across the country, and he'd just recently moved into his own small studio apartment in Yangjae-dong.

If we really fought, I'd get torn apart like corn husks. I might end up a spineless creature the next day…

Not that that was why I stopped. His gaze was so terrifying, I actually wondered for a second if I had wronged him.

"Why are you here?"

I asked shortly.

"Let's go grab a drink somewhere."

He answered just as briefly.

We sat side by side in a quiet bar nearby.

He said he'd come back from Daejeon, picked Emma up after she called, and dropped her off at home. As a friend, he'd admitted he'd been wrong—but he'd also resented me for a long time.

He'd liked her for years, he said.

But I'd blocked his path with my overconfidence, always fighting, always making her cry. When she called him, it was just to complain about me. Then suddenly switch moods and play the tragic, inseparable lovers.

He'd watched her cling to me, watched me hurt her, and kept circling around them both, feeling pathetic and furious.

Then one day, she suddenly broke up with me and asked him to date her. They'd been together for two months. He'd even thought about marrying her.

But a week after that video was taken, she suddenly changed her mind again.

She said she probably had to go back to me.

He told me, with dead seriousness, that he'd truly wished both me and her would just vanish from the world.

I hadn't meant to hurt him—but I felt guilty anyway.

We talked until nearly dawn.

And in the end, we made peace.