The apartment was dark when Yura stepped inside.She didn't turn on the lights — just let Seoul's night bleed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view from the 34th floor was breathtaking, towers aglow, streets pulsing with neon life.
But none of it settled the ugly flutter in her stomach.
She dropped her handbag on the glossy entry table, kicked off her heels, and padded barefoot to the kitchen.The silence was too heavy.She poured a glass of wine — then barely tasted it. Her throat was tight, breath catching on every swallow.
Ahra's eyes were so glassy. Like she was waiting for someone to throw her a rope before she drowned.
And worse — that story.The confession that haunted Yura more than she wanted to admit.
"It was filthy… made me sick. The woman was moaning so loudly.And for a moment… I wished it was me."
Yura pressed her thighs together.A tremor ran through her. Shameful.Because hearing Ahra admit that — so raw, so needy — sent a sharp little thrill right through her gut.
Her phone buzzed on the counter.She jumped, nearly spilling her wine.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
How was the shoot, pet?
Just seeing his name made her knees weaken.Her mouth went dry, heat coiling low.
She set down the glass, thumbs tapping before she could overthink.
[Yura]
Beautiful. They adored me. Called me the perfect Velure muse. But… I ran into Ahra there. She's worse off than I ever knew. Her marriage is falling apart, Jinhyuk. He's cheating openly, treating her like she's worthless.
Her pulse jumped. She hesitated, then typed:
[Yura]
Please. If you're planning anything with her… don't break her too hard. She's fragile. She doesn't deserve it.
The dots flickered.Her chest squeezed painfully.
Then the reply lit her screen.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
So protective. Are you jealous, my pet?
The words struck deep.She bit her lip — because that wasn't entirely wrong.
Jealous of what?Of Ahra still being innocent, still unbroken?Or of the idea that Jinhyuk might want to ruin someone else with the same cruel devotion he gave her?
Her phone buzzed again.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Invite her out. A friendly shopping trip. Lunch. Rebuild that little bridge you burned.I want her close to you. Trusting you.
A chill ran through her.She set her wine down with trembling hands.
[Yura]
You want to use me as bait.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Of course. Everything you are already belongs to me. Your mouth, your cunt, your influence. Why not your old friend too?
Her breath stuttered.Her panties were damp, humiliatingly so.
Then another message.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Are you wet right now, thinking about it? Thinking about bringing your pretty, lonely friend right to me — so I can tear her apart too?
Her hand shot between her legs.She hadn't meant to. But just the words — so I can tear her apart too — made slick flood her panties.
She squeezed her thighs together, hips twitching, a soft needy whimper spilling out.
Yura backed into her bedroom, phone clutched tight.She dropped her dress right there on the rug, stood in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but delicate lace lingerie.
She looked wrecked already.Eyes too bright, lips parted, hair tangled from running her hands through it all evening.
Her phone lit up again.
[Jinhyuk 🖤]
Show me.
Her breath hitched.She turned slightly, held the camera down — snapped a photo of her thighs spread, lace pulled aside, glistening.Her heart pounded wildly.
Then she hit record.
"Master…"Her voice cracked, breathless."What do you want me to do with Ahra? With your new toy? Tell me how to lure her. How to make her trust me again so you can… break her. So you can own her too."
She ran two fingers through her folds, lifting them to show the wet shine.
"I'll do anything you want. Just — please — tell me I'm still your favorite. Tell me you won't forget who opened her legs for you first."
Her own words made her moan, low and ragged.She sent it before she could lose her nerve.
Seconds later, the screen lit up with an incoming video call.Her stomach flipped violently. She answered.
Jinhyuk's face filled her screen — perfectly composed, dark eyes glittering.
"Good girl. Now put the phone on the nightstand. Spread your legs for me properly. We'll discuss Ahra… while I watch my favorite pet fall apart."
Yura's whole body shivered.She did as told, lingerie pulled aside, thighs open wide, shame burning her inside out.