The Price of Debt
m!reader x bride!kim ji-woo (chuu)
tags: forced marriage, marriage of convience, forced proximity, hatesex wc: ~6k a/n: annyeonghaseyo yeorobun, this is my first time writing/publishing a fic on any site. i'm still learning how to write these types of things and would appreciate any feedback so please go easy on me, i also apologize for any typos made because i dont like proof reading
The penthouse was quiet in the manner that extravagant things always were. A heavy, suffocating blanket of silence that costs money to maintain. No street noise. No neighbors. Just the low hum of the city thirty floors below, muffled behind floor-to-ceiling glass.
You loosened your tie as the elevator doors slid shut behind you both.
Chuu stood a few feet away, still in her wedding dress—ivory lace, fitted through the waist, pearl strands layered over her collarbone like she’d been dressed up as someone’s idea of a perfect bride. She probably had been. Yours, technically, if a signature and timestamp counted.
She hadn’t looked at you since the ceremony.
She sure wasn’t looking at you now.
Her back was half-turned, arms crossed over her chest, hair spilling over her shoulders beneath the veil she still hadn’t taken off. Her expression was blank, the flush high on her cheeks wasn’t from happiness—you learned the difference within the first ten minutes of meeting her, back when she sat across the table from your lawyers and smiled so hard her eyes crinkled while she signed her life away.
She’d hated you then too. She’d just hidden it better.
“You can drop the act,” you said, shrugging your jacket off and draping it over the back of the couch. “No cameras in here.”
“I’m not acting.” Her voice came out sweet even when she was seething from hate. That was the thing about her—the sugary lilt never fully left her voice, even when the words behind it were filled with hate. “I’m just not talking to you.”
“You just did.”
She turned then, finally, and the look she gave you could have cured cement. Big brown eyes, glossy lips pressed together, a tiny furrow in her brow that she probably thought made her look intimidating. It didn’t. It made her look like a cute kitten that was convinced it was a lion.
“Don’t,” she said.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t act so smug because of this whole deal. You got what you wanted. The debt’s cleared.” She gestured vaguely at the space between you and at the rings on both your hands. “Congratulations. You own me now.”
“I don’t own you.”
“You bought me.”
You let her words simmer for a moment before you crossed toward the bar cart near the window, pulling out a decanter of whiskey.
“Your family are the ones that incurred the debt. You chose this over the alternative.”
“Maybe because the alternative was bankruptcy and my eomma losing the house.” She laughed, short and humorless. “So yes. I chose this. That doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. That doesn’t mean I–” She stopped herself. Took a deep breath and pulled the composure back around herself. “I want to know what you expect of me.”
You poured two glasses and set one on the end table nearest her without looking at her. “We already discussed the terms.”
“You discussed a wife.” Her chin lifted. “You didn’t exactly specify what that meant or what I should do or how I should act.”
You looked at her—a proper glance at her, in the way you’d avoided during your ceremony because it would have been a distraction. She was beautiful and cute in a way that was almost aggressive. Her soft features, her glossy lips that always defaulted to a pout even when she didn’t try, dark hair loose around her shoulders. The strands of pearls layered at her throat that caught the low light and the lace hem of her dress that skimmed the floor.
She was also shaking. Barely. In her hands.
“I don’t intend to force anything,” you said.
A slight expression moved across her face. Then she locked it back down. “Then-”
“But I’m not going to pretend I don’t want you. That would be pointless.”
The flush on her cheeks went from angry pink to something else entirely.
“You’re disgusting,” she said softly.
“We’re married.”
“Ugh… just don’t.” Her voice spiked sharp. “Don’t use that word like it means something. This is a contract. It’s a transaction. You don’t get to—” She stopped herself. Took a deep breath. “You don’t get to act like you have some right to me just because I had no other options.”
“Then deal with it, princess.” You set the glass down and closed some of the distance between you, stopping close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to hold your gaze. She did. Stubbornly. “And that means something, even if neither of us chose this romantically.”
“It doesn’t mean I want-”
“I know.” You said, seeing through her bluff. “But your hands are shaking, and it’s not from fear, is it?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t flatter yourself, asshole.”
“Honestly? Tell me to leave you alone,” you said. “And genuinely I will.”
The silence after stretched long.
She didn’t say anything.
But what she did was look away, jaw tight, eyes fixed past your shoulder, furious at herself in a way she couldn’t quite hide. You reached up and lifted the veil from her hair slowly, setting it aside. She flinched at the touch but didn’t pull back.
“I hate you,” she said, flat and honest.
“I know.”
You kissed her, and she made a muffled, somewhat furious sound against your mouth and kissed you back anyway. It wasn’t sweet, not soft, but with the full weight of six weeks of resentment behind it, her hands coming up to grab your dress shirt like she was trying to decide between pulling you closer and shoving you away. You walked her back until her shoulders hit the floor-to-ceiling window, with the city behind her, and she bit your lower lip hard enough to sting.
You pulled back a bit.
“Do that again,” she said tightly, “and I’ll make the rest of this very unpleasant for you.”
“You don’t need to make this any more difficult.”
Her eyes flashed for a moment, but you kissed her again before she could respond, and deeper this time, with one hand coming up to cup her jaw so she couldn’t turn away, and she hated it—you could feel it in the tension across her shoulders, the way her breath came out unsteady against your mouth like her body was betraying what her mind what thinking.
“Wait,” she said against your lips.
You paused immediately.
She made a frustrated sound. “Not- I didn’t mean-” Another breath. Her fingers were still twisted in your shirt. “Just stop doing that thing with your-” She stopped herself, color rising sharp on her cheeks. “Just. Stop trying to look so full of yourself.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. I can tell.” She turned her face to the side. “Just get this over with.”
“That’s not how this is going to go.”
She looked back at you sharply. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
The outrage that crossed her face was almost worth everything. “You don’t get to have standards about this. You’re the one who made it a condition-”
“I didn’t make it a condition.”
“You implied-”
“Jiwoo-ya.” You held her gaze. “I’m not interested in you just getting through it. So no. We’re not rushing to have sex. Especially not in my living room”
She stared at you. Something complicated moved behind her eyes, confusion, suspicion, and underneath both of those, something she clearly had no interest in dissecting. She looked away again.
“I hate you,” she repeated.
“Yes, yes, I know. You’ve mentioned.”
You reached around her for the zipper at the back of the dress. She went rigid.
“Jiwoo, last chance.”
“I’m fine,” she said through her teeth. “I’m not- I’m fine. Just do it.”
The zipper gave slowly, your fingers trailing the line of her spine as the dress parted, and she sucked in a sharp breath despite herself trying to be quiet, the kind she immediately tried to mask by pressing her lips together. The dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled to the floor, and she stood in the low light of the penthouse in nothing but the layered pearls and thin white lace underneath.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I said you can drop the attitude, you know,” you said.
“Right. Because that’s worked out so well for me so far.” She said, and looked around the unfamiliar room. An expression of unfamiliarity flickered across her face. Perhaps the reality of her current situation, or maybe the full weight of where she was and how she’d gotten here had finally kicked in. Then she squared her jaw and dropped her arms. “Whatever. Do your worst. It doesn’t matter anyway.”
It did. You could tell it did.
You lifted the pearl strands over her head carefully and set them on the table next to you. She watched you do it with an expression like she was staring at something that didn’t make sense.
“Stop being careful,” she said quietly. Almost to herself.
You didn’t listen, instead, you kissed her again. Much slower this time, coaxing her lips open until she made that same frustrated little sound and gave in. Your hands slid down her sides, mapping the warm, bare skin her wedding dress had hidden. She was softer than you expected, her small waist flaring into hips that felt perfect under your palms.
When you dropped to one knee in front of her, Chuu’s breath hitched sharply.
“What are you-” Her voice cracked. “You don’t have to-”
“Maybe, but I want to,” you said simply, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her delicate white panties and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them on shaky legs, one hand flying to your shoulder for balance before she caught herself and pulled it back.
She was already glistening. The sight made something dark and satisfied curl in your chest.
“You’re sopping wet,” you murmured, looking up at her.
“Shut up.” Her cheeks burned pink. “I’m not- It doesn’t mean anything!”
You leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right against her folds. Chuu’s entire body jolted, a tiny “ah!” escaping before she could bite it back. Her hands flew to your hair, fingers twisting tight.
You licked a slow stripe up her slit, tasting her for the first time. Sweet and a little tangy, just like the rest of her seemed determined to be infuriatingly addictive. When your tongue circled her clit, her thighs trembled.
“Fuck…” she whispered, the word sounding foreign and filthy in her usually sugary voice. “Hah~ holy shit…”
You hummed against her, the vibration making her hips twitch forward involuntarily. You licked deeper, sucking gently on her swollen clit while one hand stroked the back of her thigh. Chuu’s breathing turned ragged. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, to stay in control, but the little broken whimpers kept slipping out.
The moment she heard herself, her grip in your hair tightened abruptly. “Ahh- nngh! Don’t… don’t make me sound like that…” she managed, the words betraying her mid-breath.
You pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with her slick. “You can’t help it, can you? Even if you pretend to be resentful, you know your body wants this.”
She glared down at you, eyes glassy. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
You didn’t bother responding with words, rather by sliding two fingers inside her without warning. Chuu’s head fell back against the glass with a soft thud, a broken moan tearing from her throat. She was tight, soaking, and clenching around your fingers as you curled them slowly, searching for that spot that would make her lose the last of her composure.
When you found it, her knees nearly buckled.
“Oh my god-” Her voice cracked into something dangerously addictive. “Mmm… right there, you bastard-”
You kept sucking on her clit while your fingers pumped steadily, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet penthouse. Chuu’s hips started rocking against your face, chasing the pleasure even as she kept muttering insults like ’I hate you’, ’this doesn’t mean anything’, ’you’re a bitch’, obviously clinging onto what little dignity she had left.
Her thighs started shaking harder. Her breathing turned into short, desperate pants.
“I’m- I’m gonna-” She tried to warn you, but the words dissolved into a high, keening whine. Her velvet walls fluttered and clenched around your fingers as she came, hard, one hand slapped over her own mouth to muffle the loud, embarrassing moan that wanted to escape.
You didn’t stop until she was twitching and oversensitive, gently pulling your fingers out and licking them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes.
Chuu was hyperventilating like she’d run a marathon, her chest heaving, and nipples pebbled from the cool air and arousal. The angry flush on her face had turned into something much more sultry.
You stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and kissed her again so she could taste herself on your tongue. She whimpered into the kiss, hands making their way to your shirt once more.
You pulled back from her mouth just enough to speak. “Bedroom.”
Chuu’s eyes opened halfway, glassy and dark, and for a second she just looked at you and gave that furious, calculating look, the one she’d been using all night to remind herself she was supposed to be resistant to this. Then she looked away and said nothing, which was answer enough.
Your hand found her wrist and you turned her toward the hallway. She went with it, which seemed to surprise her as much as anything. She glanced down at your grip on her wrist like she was considering making a comment about it, then decided against it and kept walking.
"Are you gonna fuck me yet?" she asked, clearly growing more and more impatient as the seconds passed.
You didn’t respond.
When you reached the bedroom you walked her back slowly until the backs of her knees found the edge of the bed frame and she sat/ the way a person sits when their legs make the decision for them. She looked up at you from the edge of the bed, cheeks still burning red, lips still swollen, hair loose around her shoulders, and for a moment she looked very young and horny.
Her eyes dropped. Came back up.
"Well," she said. Brittle. Trying to sound unbothered and landing somewhere just short of it. Her fingers found the edge of your belt anyway, shaky and deliberate, like she’d decided if this was happening she was going to do it on her own terms, in her own time, and you weren’t going to get the satisfaction of watching her wait to be told.
For a second she looked like she might snap at you again, but instead she still had her way with your belt and zipper.
You let her undo it, let her push your pants and boxers down just enough for your cock to spring free, hard and leaking at the tip. Chuu stared at it for a long moment, lips parted.
“…It’s a little big,” she muttered, almost to herself, then immediately looked mortified that she’d said it out loud.
Eventually her digits found their way to your length, then she leaned in and took you into her mouth.
The first slide of her warm, wet tongue along the underside of your cock made your jaw clench. Chuu started slow like she was testing the waters, lips stretched tight around the head as she sucked softly. She was messy about it with no obvious strategy, just eager, sloppy heat and little frustrated sounds vibrating around your cock every time she took you deeper.
“Fuck, Chuu…” you groaned.
She pulled off with a wet pop, bridges of spit and precum connecting her lips to your shaft. “Don’t- don’t call me that right now,” she hissed, her voice breathy and ruined. She dove back down before you could muster a reply, taking you halfway and hollowing her cheeks.
Her head bobbed faster, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit while the other braced on your thigh. Every few strokes she’d swirl her tongue around the tip, licking up the beads pre-cum, then sinking down again until the head nudged the back of her throat. She gagged softly the first time she tried, a cute, choked little sound but she didn’t pull away. Instead her eyes watered, lashes fluttering as she forced herself to take more.
“Look at me…” she mumbled around your cock, her voice almost slipping in that sugary, embarrassed tone. The vibration made your hips jerk. “Even though… mmmf… even though I fucking hate you… mmph… I’m still taking your dick…”
You threaded your fingers through her dark hair, not pushing, just holding. She looked up at you through wet lashes, big brown eyes glassy and defiant even with her mouth full of you. The sight of the reluctant bride sucking you off on your night was almost too much.
She started humming around you, little angry, needy noises that got sloppier the longer she went. Spit dripped down her chin, onto your balls, but she didn’t care. She sucked harder, faster, one hand cupping and gently rolling your balls like she was determined to make you lose control first.
“Shit— just like that,” you groaned.
Chuu made a triumphant little sound and doubled down, taking you all the way to the back of her throat and holding there, nose pressed to your stomach, throat fluttering around you. Her eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks, but she stayed there until she had to pull back for air, gasping and coughing softly.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, lips shiny and swollen, and looked up at you with that same mix of anger and horniness.
“Cum,” she ordered, voice hoarse and sweet at the same time. “Cum in my mouth. Get it over with.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
She dove back down, sucking hard and fast, and you came with a low groan, hips stuttering as you spilled down her throat. Chuu whimpered but swallowed every drop, tongue still working you through it until you were twitching and oversensitive. Only then did she pull off, breathing hard, a tiny dribble of cum at the corner of her mouth that she licked away without thinking.
She sat back on her heels, chest rising and falling, lips puffy and glossy. For a moment the only sound was both of you catching your breath.
Before she could say anything else, you grabbed her wrists and pulled her up onto the bed. Chuu let out a surprised yelp as you flipped her onto her back, crawling over her and pinning her down with your body.Â
“Wait- what are you doing?” she hissed, but there was no real anger in it anymore. Instead, her voice had that sweet, breathy lilt again as she looked up at you with sparkling, mischievous eyes.
You settled between her thighs, your cock—still hard and wet from her mouth, sliding hot and heavy against her soaked folds.
“Finishing what we started,” you said. “You think that was enough?”
“I already sucked you off so nicely.” she snapped, voice breathy. “That should be-”
You cut her off by rubbing the head of your cock against her clit, slow and deliberate. Chuu’s hips jerked, a sharp gasp escaping before she could swallow it.
“Don’t,” she warned, but her voice cracked.
You pushed in.
The first slow inch made her back arch off the bed, mouth falling open in a silent cry. She was still dripping wet from earlier, but tight enough that you had to ease in carefully.Â
“Fuck- slow down,” she gritted out, even as her walls fluttered greedily around you. “It’s too much- I can't-”
You sank deeper, stretching her open until you were buried to the hilt. A low groan left you at how perfectly she squeezed around your length.
Chuu’s head fell back against the pillows, eyes squeezing shut as a shaky moan escaped her.
“Oh my god…” she whispered, then immediately shook her head, trying to take it back. “Nggghhh- fuck. I don’t like it. I don’t like your cock at all.”
You started moving, deep and steady thrusts that rocked the bed. Every time you bottomed out, her breath hitched and a tiny involuntary whimper slipped through her clenched teeth.
“Stop lying,” you murmured against her ear, nipping at her lobe. “You’re clenching around my cock right now.”
“Shut up,” she snarled, but the words broke into a whimper when you angled your hips and dragged against her sensitive spot. Her legs wrapped around your waist despite herself, heels digging into your lower back like she wanted you even deeper. “This is fucking stupid- I hate you… It doesn’t even feel- nngghhh!- good!”
You thrusted your hips harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, loud and obscene. Chuu’s small hands scrambled across your back, her nails raking down hard enough to leave marks.
“For a guy with such a big cock…” she gasped between thrusts, trying to sound mocking, “you still- haaah!- don’t do fuck that well…”
You couldn’t help but laugh. You could feel how greedily her cunt was clenching and fluttering around you, getting wetter with every stroke.
“Oh yeah?” You drove into her harder, grinding against her sensitive pussy. “Then why is your cunt squeezing me so fucking tightly right now?”
Chuu’s mouth fell open in a gasp, cheeks burning crimson. She tried to keep her glare, but her voice came out breathier than she wanted.
“It’s not- ahhn- It’s not because it feels good…” she lied, even as her hips started rolling up to meet your thrusts. “You’re just… average at best. Really.”
“Liar,” you growled, leaning down to bite her neck. “You’re dripping all over me, baby.”
She bit her lip hard, but another sweet, broken moan still escaped.
“I’m not even moaning for you…” she protested weakly, even as her nails dug deeper into your shoulders. “It’s just been a while… that’s all- fuck!”
You hooked one of her legs higher over your arm, opening her up wider so you could grind against her clit with every thrust. Chuu’s eyes rolled back for a second before she forced them back to you, biting her lip almost bloody.
“Look at me,” you ordered, slowing your pace just enough to torture her.
She did—big brown eyes full of hate and unwanted pleasure, tears gathering at the corners.
“I still hate you,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I hate how deep you are… I hate how full I feel… I hate that my body keeps reacting like this to you.”
You pounded into her harder, the headboard starting to knock softly against the wall. Her moans were getting louder no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet—high and sweet, clearly not matching her angry glare.
“Admit it,” you growled, sliding a hand between you to rub tight circles on her swollen clit. “You love getting hate-fucked on your wedding night.”
“No- no I don’t-” Her walls started fluttering wildly around your cock as her orgasm built. “I’m not gonna cum… I refuse to cum for you- ahh, shit- please don’t stop-”
The contradiction made you grin. You didn’t stop. You fucked her through it, rubbing her clit faster until she shattered.
Chuu came hard, back arching sharply off the bed, a loud broken cry ripping from her throat as her pussy clamped down around you like a vice. Her nails scratched deep lines down your back while her hips bucked wildly, chasing every wave even as she gasped,
“I hate it- I don’t like this- oh god I’m cumming-!”
You didn’t slow down, fucking her straight through her orgasm and into oversensitivity. Chuu whimpered and whined beneath you, tears slipping down her temples, but her legs stayed locked tightly around your waist, pulling you closer.
“You’re still clenching so fucking tightly,” you taunted, voice rough. “Your pussy doesn’t hate me at all.”
“Shut up- shut up-” she sobbed breathily, another involuntary moan escaping as you kept thrusting deep and hard. “You’re so fucking annoying…”
Your own climax hit fast and hard. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, teeth sinking into her shoulder as you slammed into her one final time and came deep inside her, thick hot ropes spilling into her trembling body. Chuu gasped sharply, her walls fluttering weakly around your pulsing cock as you filled her.
You stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily. Just as you started to pull out, Chuu let out a shaky breath of relief.
But you weren’t done.
You flipped her over onto her stomach without warning. Chuu’s eyes widened.
“Wait, shit, calm down.” she tried to stop you, voice hoarse and slightly panicked.
You gripped by the hips and pulled her ass up, forcing her onto her knees while her chest stayed pressed against the mattress. The new position left her completely exposed, pussy still leaking your cum.
“Again?” she squeaked, looking back at you over her shoulder with wide eyes. “Wait, fuck- I’m still oversensitive right now. You just came inside me, you asshole-”
You didn’t bother responding with a snappy comeback. Instead, you rubbed the head of your still-hard cock along her slick, cum-filled folds and pushed back in with one smooth thrust.
Chuu’s back arched sharply, a loud, broken moan tearing from her throat.
“Nnngh—! Fuck— it’s too much!” she cried out, fingers clawing at the sheets. “I’m still too sensitive- slow down, you sick fuck-!”
But even as she protested, her hips twitched back against you instinctively, trying to take you deeper. She was still spasming around your length, still pulsing from her previous orgasm.
You started fucking her harder in deep, punishing strokes, the sound of your hips slapping against her ass echoing through the bedroom. Every thrust pushed your cum deeper inside her, some of it already leaking out around your shaft.
“Shit… shit— I can’t— nngh! I just came!” she whined, voice cracking between moans. Her face was half-buried in the pillow, but it did nothing to muffle the sweet, desperate sounds she was making. “You’re going to break me— ahhn!”
You reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, gently tugging her head back so she couldn’t hide her face.
“Look at you,” you taunted, voice low and rough. “Still pretending you hate this while your pussy keeps sucking me in.”
“I f-fucking hate this-” The words barely left her mouth before she moaned loudly, her voice turning whiny. “I hate you— ahhn! I hate how deep you— nngghhh! There— right fucking there!”
Her denial was getting weaker, her voice turning more pathetic and needy with every brutal thrust. Her ass rippled every time your hips slammed against her, and her legs were already starting to shake again.
You leaned over her, pressing your chest against her back as you fucked her even harder.
“Tell me to stop then,” you whispered into her ear, practically daring her.
Chuu whimpered, eyes glassy, but no words of refusal came. Instead, she pushed her ass back against you, silently begging for more even as she sobbed.
“…Don’t stop. Fuck- don’t you dare stop now…”
You couldn’t help but smirk at her pathetic attempt to hide how badly she needed it. Without a word, you straightened up, gripped her hips tighter, and started pounding into her from behind even harder.
The wet, filthy sound of your cock driving into her cum-filled pussy filled the room. Chuu’s moans were getting louder and messier, her face half-buried in the pillow as her body jolted forward with every brutal thrust.
“Too deep- haah! It’s too fucking deep like this!” she cried, voice breaking between moans. “You’re gonna make me cum again- nngghhh! I can’t- I just came twice already, you bastard— ahhn!”
You didn’t slow down. One of your hands slid down to rub rough circles on her swollen clit while the other kept a firm grip on her waist, pulling her back onto your cock.
Chuu’s entire body trembled violently. Her thighs shook, her back arched sharply, and her pussy clenched so tightly around you it was almost painful.
“I hate this- I hate you- fuck, I’m cumming- I’m cumming again-!”
She came hard for the third time, a broken sob tearing from her throat as her walls spasmed wildly around your cock. Her legs nearly gave out, but you held her up and fucked her straight through it, drawing out every shaky wave of pleasure until she was whimpering helplessly into the sheets.
Only when her orgasm started to fade did you finally pull out.
You stroked your cock furiously, aiming at her ass. Chuu was still on her knees, chest pressed to the bed, breathing ragged and ass slightly raised—completely fucked out and leaking your cum from her pussy.
With a low groan, you came hard across her ass and lower back, thick white ropes painting her flushed skin. Some of it landed on the curve of her ass, slowly dripping down between her cheeks.
Chuu let out a weak, shaky whimper at the feeling of your hot cum hitting her skin. She stayed there for a moment, trembling, too exhausted to move or even complain right away.
You took in the sight of the reluctant bride on all fours, marked up, filled, and now covered in your cum on her wedding night.
After catching your breath, you gave her ass a light, possessive slap.
Chuu jolted slightly, then mumbled into the pillow, voice hoarse and tired:
“…You’re such a fucking bastard.”
And there was almost no bite left in it anymore.
Chuu stayed on her knees for a moment longer, face pressed into the pillow, ass still slightly raised and now painted with your thick cum. You watched as a slow drip of it slid down the curve of her ass and mixed with the mess already leaking from her pussy.
For several long seconds, the only sounds in the penthouse were your heavy breathing and the faint, distant hum of the city far below.
Chuu let out a shaky, exhausted breath and collapsed onto her stomach, completely spent. Her body was glistening with sweat, hair messy, and her back and ass marked with your cum. She looked thoroughly ruined.
You lay down on your side next to her, propped up on one elbow so you could see her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed crimson, and her breathing was still uneven.
After a long moment, she spoke, her voice hoarse and cracked.
“…Don’t get used to this.”
The words were meant to sound firm and defiant, but they came out soft, tired, and weak—more like an exhausted plea than a real warning.
You chuckled, reaching over to brush a few damp strands of hair away from her flushed cheek.
Chuu didn’t even have the energy to slap your hand away. She just closed her eyes for a second, then muttered under her breath,
“You’re such a sick fuck…”
There was barely any energy to bite back left in her voice anymore.
You smirked, enjoying her reactions in the current state she was in.
“I know.”
Then you brought your hand back up to gently stroke her damp hair away from her forehead. Your fingers moved slowly through the dark strands, surprisingly tender after everything that had just happened. Chuu’s eyes fluttered at the touch, but she didn’t pull away. She just stared right at you, lips pressed together.
You kept stroking her hair in slow, soothing passes, thumb occasionally brushing over her temple. Her breathing gradually evened out, though her body still gave the occasional small twitch from the aftershocks.
The silence stretched on between the two of you, something heavy, complicated, and far too intimate for a marriage built on debt and resentment.
Chuu swallowed once, then spoke again, quieter this time.
“I still mean it,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “This doesn’t change anything. I still don’t like you, asshole.”
You let the words hang for a moment, continuing to run your fingers gently through her damp hair. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
“Yeah? You’re just the cutest thing when you lie.”
Chuu’s eyes narrowed instantly, some of that familiar fire flickering back despite how wrecked she looked next to you.
“Shut up,” she muttered, but there was no real heat left in it. Her voice was still hoarse from moaning.
Your hand didn’t stop moving, your fingers lazily stroking through her messy dark hair, occasionally brushing strands away from her forehead and temple.
She stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring up at the ceiling, clearly trying to gather her thoughts. Then her voice came out, quieter but it had a tinge of suspicion.
“…You lied, didn’t you?”
You raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
“About the debt.” She turned her head to face you, eyes hard. “My family’s loan. They couldn’t repay it. You used that to force me into this marriage… You were never really planning to clear it even if I went through with this, were you?”
A lazy smirk spread across your face as you continued playing with her hair.
“Depends,” you said casually, voice low and teasing. “Maybe I changed my mind after I learned how tight your pussy is.”
Chuu’s expression twisted. She looked at you with disgust, cheeks burning.
“You’re a sick fuck,” she spat out, voice cracking with exhaustion and lingering anger. “A disgusting, sick fuck.”
You laughed softly, completely unbothered. Your fingers kept stroking her hair in slow, gentle passes, the tenderness of the touch contrasting your crude words.
“Maybe,” you shrugged. “But this sick fuck just cleared your family’s entire debt this morning. The loan’s gone. Your eomma gets to keep her house.” You leaned in a little closer, eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re welcome.”
Chuu stared at you for a long moment, breathing uneven. She looked like she wanted to slap you and kiss you at the same time.
Finally, she let out a tired breath and muttered, “Whatever. I’m gonna go shower.”
She sat up slowly, wincing a little as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her body was still flushed and marked from your hands and mouth. Without looking back at you, she started walking toward the bedroom door, clearly heading for one of the other bathrooms in the penthouse.
You watched her for two seconds before standing up.
In a few strides you caught her just as she reached the doorway. Your hand gently but firmly caught her wrist, stopping her mid-step.
Chuu turned, surprised. Before she could say anything, you pulled her back toward you and cupped her face with both hands as you kissed her. Slow, deep, and unexpectedly tender. Not like the rough, angry kisses earlier, but something softer. Your lips moved against hers with quite the affection, your thumb gently stroking her cheek as you held her there.
For a brief moment, she softened into it.
Then reality seemed to hit her again. She shoved hard at your chest, breaking the kiss.
“Don’t do that again,” she snapped, eyes flashing. “Don’t act all nice and affectionate like you didn’t just fuck the shit out of me. It doesn’t suit you.”
You scoffed, a low, amused sound, but you didn’t argue.
Chuu turned away quickly, like she was afraid she’d let something show if she stayed any longer. She disappeared into the en-suite bathroom attached to the bedroom and shut the door behind her with a firm click.
You stood there for a second, still tasting her on your lips, the faint red lines from her nails burning pleasantly on your back.
As the sound of the shower turned on, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.
Maybe this marriage wouldn’t be such a chore. After all, getting to ruin Kim Jiwoo every night was worth far more than any debt you’d wipe.
