The Architect's Forbidden Contract

EPISODE 3: THE FIRST NIGHT

PART 1: THE SHAKING MESSAGE

Park Cho Sung’s cramped office on the 12th floor. 7:30 PM. The computer screen glowed with unfinished financial spreadsheets—leftover overtime work. Rain tapped against the window.

"A week since the contract was signed. A week of avoiding his gaze in elevators. A week pretending not to notice his smirk when I stumbled during meetings. Lee Hwui Soe… remains a mystery too vast for me."

Her phone vibrated violently on the worn desk. A notification from an unknown number:

"8:00 PM. Penthouse, 30th floor. Password: 0714. Don’t be late."

Her fingers froze over the keyboard. "0714… How does he know my birthday?"

The air thickened. Cold sweat slicked her palms. This is really happening. The first night. The part of the contract I’d convinced myself of was ‘still far away’."

LEE HWUI SOE 'S MIND (3 HOURS EARLIER)

Lee Hwui Soe’s office. His eyes locked on the open contract, fingers drumming mahogany.

"Park Cho Sung. A nobody from accounting. Unremarkable—until you dared to glare at me in the archives last week. Those rebellious eyes… made me wonder how far you’d bend."

He typed the message one-handed, whiskey glass swirling in the other.

"I know you’re working late. Know you skipped dinner. Know you’ll come—because your mother’s debts and hospital bills are too heavy to ignore. Let’s see… how long you can last."

Lightning flashed as he hit send.

TRANSITION: 7:45 PM

Park Cho Sung stood rigid before the elevator on the 12th floor. The doors dinged open—rain lashed outside. She sprinted to a convenience store, her oversized raincoat flapping.

"I need something… anything to give me courage."

Her mind reeled:

"I stood frozen for 10 minutes in front of the condom aisle— the cashier staring. Stupid. This is just a contract. Business. So why does it feel like selling my soul?"

At the penthouse door, her trembling finger entered 0-7-1-4. The click echoed like fate.

PART 2: THE ASCENT

The private elevator’s mirrors reflected her pale face, rain-frizzed hair, fogged glasses. Each floor climbed tightened the vise around her ribs.

"What does he see in me? Should I run? But the contract was signed. The debts… Mom’s treatment… This is a medical necessity."

The doors opened to a dim blue hallway. The penthouse door loomed—black steel, keypad gleaming.

"My steps are light… but my heart might explode. Is this a trap? Or the start of something… unpredictable?"

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the stormy city below. Lee Hwui Soe lounged on a sofa, black satin robe parted at the chest, wineglasses dangling from his fingers.

"You came." His voice was low, eyes never leaving the view.

Park Cho Sung hovered at the threshold, poised to flee. "W-What do you want me to do?"

He finally turned. His gaze scalded her—drenched raincoat, knotted hair, trembling lips.

"Still standing there like a lost kitten. "That disgusting raincoat—too big, too dirty, too… hiding." He tapped his glass. "Shower first. You reek of rain and fear."

THE CHOICE

Steam curled in the bathroom. Three options lay on marble:

1. BLACK LATEX CATSUIT

Tail attached. "Does he think I’d wear this?!"

2. CHAMPAGNE SILK ROBE

Her fingers traced the fabric. "At least it covers—"

3. RED LACE LINGERIE

French seams, waist ribbon. Her reflection flushed. "Why is my heart racing?"

Lee Hwui Soe listened to the shower, wine trembling in his grip.

"I can imagine it—water sliding down her ribs, shaky hands choosing. Will she dare? Or stay the good girl?"

PART 3: THE REVEAL

Park Cho Sung emerged in the silk robe. Lee Hwui Soe’s glass halted midair. She untied the robe—oversized cotton shirt, gray sweatpants.

"... Testing me?" His voice roughened.

Then she peeled off the shirt.

Candlelight gilded her curves. Hands clutched her chest, sweatpants sagging. A nervous whisper:

"I-I didn’t have time to shave…"

Lee Hwui Soe’s jaw locked. "Using innocence as a weapon?"

CRACK. His glass shattered.

Blood and wine dripped onto marble. In three strides, he pinned her against the wall.

"You think this is a game?" His robe gaped, revealing his fully hardened length.

Park Cho Sung’s breath hitched. "I should have been terrified. But the way he looks at me—like I’m the last prey on earth."

His bloody palm caged her wrists. Whiskey and iron filled the space between them.

"You want plain? Fine." His fingers slid through her curls. "Already wet, darling… Can’t hold back, can you?"

A bite to her earlobe. Her knees buckled.

PART 4: THE CONQUEST

Park Cho Sung’s bare back pressed against the cold glass wall, her skin trembling against the scorching heat of Lee Hwui Soe’s body. Moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating the sweat dripping from his neck onto her collarbone.

"He’s… too big. I can feel his hardness imprinting against my stomach, as if every inch of me is already marked as his territory. The blood on his lips from the shattered glass makes me nauseous—so why is my breath hitching? "Why… aren’t I pushing him away?" Her thoughts were a haze.

Lee Hwui Soe pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while the other ventured downward. His fingers parted her damp curls, gathering wetness on his fingertips. His ragged breath mingled with her whimpers—

"Aarrgh…"

A sharp bite to her earlobe.

"See how honest your body is…" He held his glistening fingers before her dazed eyes. "You were ready for me before I even asked."

His mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue invading like a conquering army. Her teeth clashed against his, the taste of blood blooming. One of his hands gripped her inner thigh, forcing her legs wider. His palm burned against her skin, sending her mind spiraling.

She turned her face away. "Nngh… I don’t—"

A dark chuckle. He tilted her chin back. "Relax, sweetheart. I’ll guide you."

This time, his kiss was slower, his hands guiding her hips to grind against him. His abdominal muscles flexed as he pushed into her—inch by excruciating inch.

"Aaaarggghh—!" Her scream shattered the silence, nails scraping the glass. The stretch was unbearable yet intoxicating, her vision whiting out. Fresh blood trickled down her thighs onto the expensive carpet.

Lee Hwui Soe licked her tears away. "Tell me if you want to stop."

She shook her head, biting her lip. His groan vibrated against her skin.

"Perfect… You feel perfect wrapped around me." His thrusts deepened as he released her wrists, both hands now gripping her hips to drag her onto him harder. Her arms flopped weakly before clinging to his shoulders.

"Too much—aaaarnngh!"

He hooked one of her legs over his waist, changing the angle. Wet sounds filled the room. The wall trembled with each brutal thrust. Her protests melted into moans, her body moving against her will.

"I want to scream for him to stop—but my hips keep meeting his. It hurts… yet a wildfire is spreading from where we’re joined."

An hour passed. Her glasses lay forgotten on the floor. Her vision blurred, but each punishing thrust sent her higher. Lee Hwui Soe bit into her neck with every orgasm—crescent marks blooming like dark constellations. Their fluids smeared across the glass.

"Now you’re truly mine." He licked the blood from her wounds. "This is what you get for choosing ‘plain’… just like yourself."

He carried her limp body to the black satin sheets, her pale skin a stark contrast. Moonlight cleaved his figure in half—light and shadow. Her arms instinctively covered her chest, but her legs fell open weakly. He tied her wrists to the headboard with his robe’s belt, teeth grazing her stomach as if branding her. Tears streamed down her temples as he traced her body like a knife peeling fruit. Her lips trembled, but no pleas escaped. He spread her legs wider, her thighs shaking under his grip.

"It hurts. But… God, his touch ignites something vile in me. I hate how my body betrays me."

His shadow loomed—one hand pinning her hip, the other wiping her tears before sliding down to squeeze her breasts. He adored how her n*****s hardened under his touch.

"Look at me," he growled, biting her ear. "Look who’s taking your virginity."

"Ah—!" Each thrust punched the breath from her lungs.

His nails carved crescents into her thighs. The black sheets darkened with sweat and their mingled fluids. This time, his rhythm was slow but devastating, her body pliant on the mattress.

Her arms remained bound, eyes vacant. He lifted her broken form like a ruined doll, sucking bruises into her breasts until she arched weakly—still craving him even in exhaustion.

"Good. Now you’re fully mine."

Their silhouettes on the wall—one dominant, one shattered—merged with the shadow of a birdcast projected through the window.

"This isn’t about the contract anymore. It’s about who will break first…"

Her last thought before collapsing into unconsciousness, his lips brushing her cheek in a mockery of tenderness.