chapter one

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2001_10_10 Wednesday

07:30pm

"No no, Tae-ah, that's not how it's shot, lemme show you."

Said six year old Jimin, taking the plastic gun from  the hand of the son of his Mom's maid, his best friend, Taehyung; and fixed the rubber arrow in it.

"And then it goes like..." Taking aim at the wooden board on which they had drawn circles with crayons to make target for shooting, he shot it like a pro. He was always good in aims and this was his favorite game. He was preparing for another shot when a call attained both the children's attention.

"Honey."

Both of them turned their heads towards the speaker and Jimin chirped.

"Mom!"
He dropped the toy from his hand and ran to hug her, smiling warmly, totally ignoring a small dolly figure standing beside her. His mother chuckled softly in response.

As his mother's eyes fell on Taehyung, he bowed at the angle of ninety degrees.

"Good evening, Mrs Park." He said in a plain yet polite voice and stood straight again.

"Good evening, my child." Mrs Park replied with a beautiful smile on her lips and turned to his son again, holding the hand of that small baby girl who looked shy around her surroundings.

Taehyung looked at the baby girl with smiling eyes. He wanted to go and ask her, her name but just then Jimin's mother detached her son from herself and spoke up.

"I want you to meet someone. She's Y/N." And she took her in front of him.

Jimin gave a hand to shake joyfully.

"Hi, Y/N. I am Jimin. So nice to meet you."

The girl at first hesitated to give a handshake, but Jimin kept his hand forward, so she had no choice but to give in.

"Hi." Her sweet voice rose in a small whisper as she did a handshake to him.

"You guys play together, I'm going to see your Dad. And don't tease her much, I don't want to hear any complaints." Mrs Park warned in light mood while bending a little to her son and shot a motherly smile to Taehyung as well, which he reflected with a boxy grin.

"Okay Mom, Dad is in his study hall," Replied Jimin and she turned to go downstairs again when her son's words made her halt in the doorstep.

"Will you be my friend, Y/N?"

The little girl was about to say 'yes' when Mrs Park spoke up instead.

"Jimin, Y/N is your sister."

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"N-no sir please...I beg of you!"

She cried, trying to free herself from the grip of his master. In such attempt, her hands hit the tray of coffee cup on the side table and it fell on the floor with a crash.

"Shhh, we don't want anyone to be suspicious."

Park Jaemin, bending her hands at her back, whispered. The smell of alcohol coming from his mouth burned her nostrils. He was out of his mind, and she knew it was going to give worst repercussions. Grabbing her tightly from waist he made her lie on the floor of the study hall forcefully and hovered over her.

"Ughh!"

A painful cry of hers was heard when her back hit badly the cold floor. She tried to get up but he didn't let her. Pinning her hands to the floor he attacked on her neck. The stinging pain of his bite made her scream. Her efforts to remove him from herself increased.

"No....no....please, I'm a married woman," Her pleads were echoing in the study hall, "think of my family....this is wrong, Sir. Please don't do this to me!"

Her constant pleads started bothering him. Feeling a strong wave of rage in his head, he lifted himself up a little and the next moment she felt her cheek burn from his slap. Her face turned aside and her head hit the floor with a bang.

"Aah!"

She felt like her head broke into twos. At once the view before her eyes started getting blur, and she felt her body getting numb.

"Shut the fuck up, I told you to be quiet. I don't want anyone to hear us. But you don't understand me."

He said, passing a death glare at the groaning figure lying under him, and immediately after, he unbelted his pants and pulled them down along with the boxers.

She couldn't bear the pain rising at the back of her head and slowly, tears dropped off her eye corners and her eyes closed, taking her out of her senses.

"We could have a great time together," He said, tearing her skirt apart, "but you ruined my mood."

This time he didn't face any difficulty in touching her, for she was too unconscious to resist his hands.

Spreading her legs wide, he pulled her to himself, tore her panty and threw it away somewhere in the large hall.

Positioning himself at her hole, he hovered over her body and entered himself in. The effect of alcohol didn't let him think for once that he was raping his maid.

"Ah!"
Banging her roughly, he felt himself on cloud nine as his cock grinded against her walls. The tightness of her hole made him go harder at every thrust he made.

He liked her since the very first time his glance fell on her beautiful, moon-like face, but he couldn't have a chance to express to her his feelings as she would only work from morning to afternoon. Furthermore, his family was a big hurdle in his way. She was the maid of his wife so he would hardly ordered her to do something.

But today when the other working staff was at the other villa of his for the preparation of the party about his deal with another big business party, he found his opportunity to express his feelings to her.

But things didn't get along as he thought. She, instead of feeling proud to be favorite of her master, got petrified. Moreover his drunken state worsened the situation.

"Ah!!"
A wave of satisfaction ran through his veins as he released inside her. He had thought he would take his time to prolong the special moments with her as today there was no one home except for his six years old son, who also was playing in his room with his friend and the maid's son, Taehyung. His wife had gone to an orphanage.

But his plans drooled down as the tight muscles of her pussy made him cum way more earlier than he decided.

He stayed inside her for a couple of seconds and tried to catch his incoherent breath. He was happy she didn't protest during the sex. How could she? For she was too unconscious to see_ to know what destruction he had put her into.

He pulled out slowly and stood up with staggering feet, belting his pants again. During the process, he turned to head to the door but his stammering feet got a halt when his drunk eyes fell on the face of his wife.

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To be continued...

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