EPISODE 2: FORBIDDEN CONTRACT
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PART 1: THE MIDNIGHT SUMMONS
The clock read 9:47 PM—the hour when shadows slithered alive on their own. Park Cho Sung’s phone vibrated on the desk, its buzz like fangs scraping against wood. Her trembling fingers unlocked the message:
"Come to my office. Now."
The words stabbed at her retina like a blade.
Cold sweat slithered down her neck like the fingers of a corpse clawing back to life. Her heartbeat drowned out the ticking clock, hammering like a judge’s gavel.
Lights flickered off around her as coworkers vanished, sucked away by the night. The wind hissed through door cracks, its whisper a choked laugh. A distant ambulance wailed—distorted, as if from another world.
"What does he want? "Is it about… what happened earlier?" Her mind conjured Lee Hwui Soe’s smirk, a resignation letter tossed onto her desk, his mocking laughter. "God, I have already apologized!" She bit her lip. She couldn’t afford to lose this job—not with her mother’s medical bills and debts crushing her.
Her steps faltered through the empty office, each echo a phantom following her. At the end of the hall, Lee Hwui Soe’s door yawned open—a ravenous mouth waiting to devour her.
PART 2: BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
The office was dark, lit only by a desk lamp and the moon’s pallid glow. Park Cho Sung adjusted her fogged glasses, her voice a trapped whisper:
"Should I run? I still can—"
But her feet betrayed her, stepping inside. The door clicked shut behind her.
Lee Hwui Soe lounged on a black leather sofa, a wineglass in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket. His gaze raked over her oversized sweater, his thoughts a low growl:
"She came. In that hideous sweater again. But I can still see the shape of her beneath it—just like this afternoon."
"A trembling rabbit."
"Should I just tear it off…?"
His voice was whiskey-thick, dissolving slowly like sugar in liquor:
"Close the door."
She obeyed, the hinges whining. Her voice shook:
"W-What do you need, Mr.Lee?"
He slid a second glass toward her.
"Drink."
Her knees nearly buckled. "He’s staring through this sweater. God, I should’ve worn a better bra—"
Lee Hwui Soe’s gaze traced her curly hair, the small mole above her collarbone ("I want to bite it"), down to her fragile wrists ("Yet she held me down so fiercely this afternoon").
Park Cho Sung squirmed under his scrutiny. "He’s looking at me like… like I’m his meal." Her thighs rubbed together, her damp underwear suddenly too tight. A glance confirmed it: the unmistakable bulge straining against his tailored pants.
Lee Hwui Soe shattered the silence:
"You know why you’re here." His finger tapped a contract on the desk.
Her breath hitched. "I—"
"Don’t play dumb." He shoved the paper closer. "I saw how you looked at me earlier." "Like a child staring at candy."
Her face burned. "He KNOWS?!" She wanted to flee—but the deepest, most shameful part of her wanted to stay.
Lee Hwui Soe smirked, watching sweat gleam on her neck. "The scent of her fear… intoxicating." He spread his legs slightly, letting her see the full effect of their afternoon encounter. "Let her see what she’s done to me."
Park Cho Sung’s stomach fluttered. "That… is it because of me?"
"You woke it up," Lee Hwui Soe purred, sipping his wine. "I don’t like dirty games. "I demand accountability—not apologies." He slid a pen toward her. "Let’s keep this… clear."
Her body shook. "This is wrong. Insane. But…" "I’ve fantasized about him—but not like that."
The contract gleamed under lamplight. Lee Hwui Soe’s voice was gravel:
"Read. Slowly."
Her damp fingertips left prints on the paper. Pupils dilated at the phrase "s****l needs". A tendon flexed in her throat as she swallowed.
"Look how she bites her lower lip… like she wants me to." Lee Hwui Soe’s eyes darkened.
Close-up of the contract:
"Compensation: ₩500,000,000 per service."
Her voice cracked:
"This… is inappropriate."
Lee Hwui Soe’s smile was razor-thin. "Five hundred million." "Enough to save her sick mother and clear her debts." He prowled closer, his shadow swallowing her whole.
"You have three seconds to refuse." His breath scorched her ear.
Her chest heaved, her sweater rising and falling. Lips parted, tongue brushing her teeth.
Lee Hwui Soe straightened. "If she says no now, I’ll rip this up. But…" His gaze dropped into her mouth. "We both know she won’t."
"Say 'yes'."
A shudder wracked her. His hand seized her wrist, her pulse wild under his grip.
"You could scream. Could run. But…" His thumb stroked her inner wrist. "You’ve been wet since you saw me, haven’t you?"
Her thighs clenched. "He can smell it. Oh God—"
Lee Hwui Soe’s nostrils flared. "That damn milk-mint scent… I’m losing my mind."
THE CONTRACT'S CLAUSES
Park Cho Sung read aloud, trembling:
"Clause 1: ₩500,000,000 per service, with bonuses for… satisfaction."
"Clause 2: The First Party (Lee Hwui Soe) may terminate if the Second Party (Park Cho Sung) fails to meet standards, becomes pregnant, falls in love, or finds 'true love'."
"Clause 3: The First Party must ensure the Second Party’s health (e.g., condoms, medical checks)."
"Clause 4: Secrecy. Meetings may occur… anywhere the First Party desires."
Lee Hwui Soe loomed behind her, fist denting the sofa near her head:
"Still hesitating after soaking your panties from just my touch?"
She countered, voice firmer:
"Add my terms: I’m inexperienced—so the first time might not satisfy you. I still get paid."
A dark chuckle. "Bold." He leaned in, lips grazing her ear: "I’ll add ₩100 million more if you agree to do it… anywhere I want. Even on your desk."
THE SIGNING
The pen touched the paper. Her whisper was a prayer:
"Forgive me, God…"
Lee Hwui Soe snatched the contract, fingers brushing hers. His voice dropped to a sinful murmur:
"The underwear you’re wearing now… will be the last thing you wear as an 'ordinary' Park Cho Sung."
Her entire body jolted as his lips crashed onto hers—a searing brand.
"Not tonight, sweetheart. Go home."
She stumbled out, chest heaving. Lee Hwui Soe smiled in victory—unaware of the medical secret she carried… one that would rewrite all his rules.
EPILOGUE: THE DIAGNOSIS THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING
1. The Silent Clinic
Pastel walls reeked of disinfectant. Park Cho Sung clutched an ultrasound result, the image blurred—a shadowed shape like an unopened flower.
The doctor said, "Your reproductive tract is narrowing. Without regular… stimulation, it could permanently affect your health." A pause. "And if you proceed… avoid barriers. Condoms reduce efficacy."
Her tears hit the paper. "How do I tell my future husband? 'Sorry, but my body needs this'?"
2. The Lonely Apartment
Huddled on the floor, she stared at her phone—an article on "PCOS & s****l Dysfunction" glowing beside Lee Hwui Soe’s business card.
"I can’t ask this of anyone…"
3. The VIP Lounge
Women in designer dresses fawned over Lee Hwui Soe. He ignored them, mind replaying Park Cho Sung’s fall—her warmth, her terrified eyes behind glasses.
"None of them make my blood boil… like the girl who doesn’t even know how to seduce."
4. The Decision
Her finger traced his embossed name on the card. The signed contract—"Exclusive Cooperation Agreement"—was a lie wrapped in desperation.
"I’ve sold something I didn’t know I still had… myself."
A tear splattered on her phone screen, warping Lee Hwui Soe’s smirk into something monstrous.
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