(Warning: mature content)

Pleasing him to earn more? What kind of a sick deal was that? To disconnect from her dignity, just to get more money?

But wasn't she used to it anyway?

Soojin pitied herself, especially when she took in a sharp breath and nodded. She was desperate, and it was clearly an understatement as to how much she needed that money.

She had vowed to herself that as soon as she and her friend earned enough money, they'd go far away from this building, from this town, and start over yet again. For years, they had been living in a terrible nightmare that this job was, and each night, she'd remind herself that this life was just an unfortunate dream, and that she'd wake up in a better place the next morning.

However, sitting on the lap of this man asking her to please him, and after having nodded, she had no choice but to stand up on her wobbly legs and lead him to the room again; perhaps, things would go wilder than the last time.

And although she detested that fact, she was trapped.

So she walked the masked stranger to her room yet again, her heart beating wildly in her chest, as ugly memories from having had intercourse with other strangers flashed in her mind. This was just another stranger, who would just fuck her and leave her some money. That was it.

Just for one night. Please stay strong.

Behind her, he locked the room's door, and she turned around, inhaling heavily and eyes flickering from him to the lock on the door.

"Having second thoughts, huh?" the man chuckled, rubbing his veiny hands, "Don't worry; I won't go too hard."

Soojin walked towards him, her finger reluctantly giving in to her act and tracing the chiseled jawline hidden under the mask. As soon as she hooked her finger under the mask, his hands caught hers, "No, I'm not taking off the mask."

"Oh? Why is that?" she questioned.

"Nothing you need to know about, babygirl," he murmured, his hand leaving her hands and creeping back up to her shoulder, attempting to slide off a side of her dress. The shoulder loop of her dress slid down, and so did the other one upon the stranger's doing.

The dress hung loosely over her breasts, and she felt her face heating up; being so exposed to someone wasn't something she could get used to. And in this way? Never.

The man took off his coat and slung it on the chair nearby, and unbuttoned his black, silk shirt, revealing a set of abs any model would kill for. Well-shaped and defined, she hated it when she felt attracted to him.

She felt disgusting — like she did every time — but this time, she felt disgusted to have gotten attracted to such a man, considering the wetness between her legs that had just been felt.

Soojin found herself caressing those abs, her fingers lightly brushing over them, and the man grasped her hand and placed it over his crotch, rubbing it up and down as he grunted. He left her hand there as she palmed him, and as she did that, he revealed a blindfold from the inner pocket of his coat that he had just thrown on the chair.

"I don't have much time, doll. Get on the bed."

She complied wordlessly, and when she climbed on the bed, he took his chance to grab her from behind and harshly unzip her dress, which now came off completely.

Soojin, now nude and vulnerable, sat on the bed — although curled up at the far end of the bed — and the stranger climbed up and hovered over her, gently taking the blindfold and tying it around her eyes. Sightless, she breathed hard in anticipation and fear of what was to come.

She felt him spreading her legs, and she inhaled sharply, knowing what was coming. So, no foreplay? This man was too eager.

The faint sound of pants unzipping and dick being pumped didn't really ring in her ears, as she waited for something to happen to cease her state of utter anxiety, her mind already sending off alarms.

And there, she screamed in pain at the insertion of his cock inside her, stretching her out completely and making her clutch the bedsheet tightly. He waited for a few seconds to let her get used to his length, saying, "There, there."

She nodded when she found herself slightly comfortable, and he started moving in and out of her almost instantly. Soojin moaned loudly, her knuckles turning white at the amount of pressure she applied on gripping the sheet, her insides completely filled up with the stranger.

Soon, his thrusts got stronger and harsher to the point where the entirety of her body shook, her head often hitting the headboard of the bed. Uncalled-for tears spilled out of her eyes at the agony that accompanied the pleasure, and in an attempt to wipe her tears off, she brought her hand to her blindfold and accidentally lifted it.

And her breath hitched in her throat the sight of the man before her, thrusting into her mercilessly — with his mask off.

It was Bang Chan.

(a/n: oh look who decided to update

This wasn't as good as smut as it could've been, but it wasn't supposed to be as good, considering the circumstances Soojin is in. Well, I do enjoy making my characters suffer :)))

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