Synopsis
“What might our Vice Director be willing to offer me?”
“…If it’s something I can do, I’ll try.”
To him, Song Yuri was someone of no value.
“You and that boy will live in the house I provide.
And from time to time, it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to share my bed.”
All she had to do was yield whenever he desired—
nothing more than a substitute to satisfy his urges.
But there was one thing she had misjudged.
“Only now do you realize it wouldn’t end so easily?”
The woman who had never lost her composure
finally crumbling into disarray.
Ironically, her unsteady, shaken 모습 only deepened Taeshin Woo’s interest.
“Endure it. I have no intention of stopping.”
A small, fragile woman who fit neatly in his arms—
he felt a cruel desire to mold her as he pleased, to break her, and piece her back together again.
To Yuri, the man was an inescapable shackle.