The Flower Shop Girl and the Gangster

Five years later, Chae Ju-han returned. He still didn’t remember Go Yi-jae.

“You’re not honestly saying you hate it, are you? It was obvious from the look in your eyes.”

“Let go.”

“I don’t know. My body’s exactly your type, isn’t it? You couldn’t take your eyes off me the whole time.”

But the real problem was that the gentle, dignified man she’d known was nowhere to be found. In his place had returned only a vulgar, lecherous man.

“Is my c*ck pretty?”

“…”

“Say it’s pretty. Right now.”

Yi-jae was helplessly shaken by the man’s seduction. Even though she knew she had to give up by now.

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“Ah! Hngh! P-please, be gentle.”

“Gentle? You expect that kind of thing from me?”

As though mocking her request, Chae Ju-han pulled his c*ck out until only the h*ad remained before th*usting it back in with a deep, forceful push.

“Ahk! Aah!”

“Why don’t you just ask me to date you? That’d be easier.”

“Hah-!”

“Be honest. You like it rough, don’t you?”

As if intent on tormenting every inch of her sensitive inner walls, he only grew rougher. Her hair stood on end, her breasts swayed heavily in the air, and below, he drove into her without mercy.

Chae Ju-han, who didn’t possess even a trace of gentleness, lowered his voice and whispered into her ear.

“Go Yi-jae. What’s my name?”

“Ch-Chae Ju-han. Ahh!”

As if rewarding her answer, he pierced even deeper inside. Then he flipped her over again and continued th*usting relentlessly, making her body shake violently. Each time her hardened n*pples brushed against the blanket, a sharp, tingling pain shot through her.

“Hnghh! Ah- ah! Hah! Ahk!”

What kind of s*x had ‘Mister’ had?

Had it been the same dizzying, relentless kind of s*x that Chae Ju-han forced upon her?

Or had he been gentle in bed too, just as he had been gentle to her in the past?

It was a question she would never be able to answer now.