Angel Smile Chapter 25

After parting ways with the girls, Yeo Ri went home . Her legs felt heavier and heavier as she walked the familiar path home . She practically had to drag herself .

She was not looking forward to going back to that h.e.l.lish place . But, it was the only home she had, so she forced herself to be brave .

"You're late . "

Yeo Ri's hair raised as she noticed the man sitting in the kitchen . He was holding a coffee mug, leisurely swirling its content . He glanced up at her with his leering eyes . He placed down the mug and got up .

"To my room, now . " He ordered . "Bad girls like you deserves to be punished . " He disregarded her opinions, dragging her roughly by the arm . Yeo Ri almost stumbled and fell a few times and no matter how hard she tried to pull away, his iron grip did not relax at all .

He unlocked his bedroom door and unceremoniously threw her to the ground like a rag doll . His expression was cold and unforgiving . "I used up my lunch break to go home, and then you made me waste almost half an hour of my time? You little sl*t, what were you doing instead of going home? Meeting your boyfriend?"

He got on top of her, pulling her hair .

"N-no, I was with m-my friends . . . " Yeo Ri trembled . She tried to explain but the man was having none of it .

He pulled down his pants, ready to punish her .

Seeing the already erect rod, Yeo Ri tried to crawl away . She shook like a leaf . "No . . . n-no! Please!"

Lee Do Joon slapped the impertinent little sl*t . "Stay still . I don't have much time . " He pulled up her skirt and almost tore her s.h.i.+rt .

Yeo Ri breathed heavily as he propped himself to enter her . The pain from the day before was still fresh in her mind and the ache had yet to even fade, yet the man was going to do it again .

He bent down just as he pushed into her, one hand squeezing her meagre b.r.e.a.s.t.s .

The pain felt more p.r.o.nounced as he entered her dryly . Yeo Ri cried out, tears blurring her eyes . She tried to push his hands away, but he held her neck down with a little bit of force, almost choking her .

Lee Do Joon groaned with pleasure . It was as if her insides were made to pleasure men—him . Her inner walls hugged his throbbing shaft as if unwilling to let go . However, she wasn't wet enough for him to easily move so he had to use a lot of force to extract himself from those tight walls .

Aside from her lower mouth, he was also captivated by her expression . Her eyes looked back at him fearfully, fuelling his desire . Her full, reddish lips was gasping for air, making s.e.xy whimpers that could make any man become hard . Her cheeks were painted red and perspiration dripped from her forehead, adding a light sheen on her flawless face .

"You truly are a little sl*t," he says, increasing the intensity of his thrusts .

"Uhgk— No! No!" Yeo Ri screamed . "It hurts! Take it out! Please!"

"Shut up!" He slapped her again and again until she stopped screaming .

Just like the day before, he finished inside of her .

He stood up, pulling up his pants . He used his feet to tilt her chin up . "Next time you disobey me, you won't be the only one who pays . Got that?"

"Ah, I almost forgot . " Lee Do Joon grinned derisively . He took out his wallet and pulled out a few banknotes . He threw them on the floor next to her . "This month's expenses . Be grateful; I even added a little bit of pocket money for you, my sweet little Yeo Ri-ah . "

He left her crumpled in the room, not bothering to lock the door again . He knew Yeo Ri would know what to do, and it's not like anyone would dare to enter his room anyways .

Yeo Ri struggled to get up . She could barely feel her legs .

Yeo Ri picked up the money with trembling hands, choking with sobs .

Yeo Ri tried to stand but her legs were uncooperative . Just a few steps and she tumbled down . She sat on the floor for a long time, covering her face with her hands as she cried for who-knows-how-many-times already .

Then, when the tears dried, she crawled her way back to her room .

She felt tired; her body so sore and beaten .

Just like the day before, she took out the knife and stabbed the ground multiple times on the same spot to make a third mark next to the first two .

"Three, three, three, three, three . . . " she repeatedly muttered, her eyes red and unreadable .