Angel Smile 25 Scene 25

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.