Mi-Kyung Park ran a small hair salon in the city. She was a beautiful woman in her late 30s, with long dark hair and a kind smile. She was a mother to three kids who were almost adults now—one son and two daughters. Ha-Yeon was the eldest at 23, working as a nurse at the hospital.
Eun-seo was the youngest daughter at 18. Hyun-woo was her middle son at 20, still in his last year of university. Her husband had died a few years ago, and since then, she focused only on raising her kids and keeping her salon open.
Many men tried to hit on her because she was attractive, but she always said no. She did not want distractions. To help with money, she rented out a room in her house like a hostel. Hyun-woo had a close friend named Tae-joon, who was also 20 and stayed there as a tenant sometimes when he needed a place close to campus.
Lately, things were hard for Mi-Kyung. Business was slow, and she could not pay the rent on time. The landlord was a mean, ugly man in his 50s named Mr. Lee.
He had been pressuring her for weeks. One evening, after the salon closed, Mr. Lee came to collect the rent. Mi-Kyung was alone in the shop, counting the little money she had saved.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lee," Mi-Kyung said, her voice soft and worried. "I can pay half now, but I need more time for the rest."
Mr. Lee's face turned red with anger. "More time? You've had enough time! If you can't pay, maybe we can work something out." His eyes looked at her body in a bad way, full of lust.
Mi-Kyung felt scared. "What do you mean?" she asked, stepping back.
Mr. Lee grabbed her arm hard. "You know what I mean. You're a pretty woman. I can forget the rent if you... help me." He pushed her against the wall.
"No! Let me go!" Mi-Kyung cried, trying to push him away. Her heart raced with fear. She felt weak and trapped.
Mr. Lee did not stop. He forced a kiss on her, his rough lips smashing against hers. His hands tore at her blouse wildly, buttons flying off as the fabric ripped apart in his grip. He yanked it open, exposing her white bra. Mi-Kyung screamed, "Stop! Please!" Tears filled her eyes, her body shaking with terror.
"You owe me," Mr. Lee growled, his breath hot and gross on her skin. He grabbed her bra and tore it open with one violent pull, the straps snapping as he ripped it completely off, revealing her bare breasts. Mi-Kyung gasped in shock and shame, her hands flying up to cover her chest.
But Mr. Lee was not done. His lust drove him mad. He pushed her skirt up roughly, his fingers clawing at her panties. With a savage tug, he tore the thin fabric of her panties apart, shredding them into useless scraps.
The skirt followed—he gripped the hem and pulled hard, the seams splitting as he tore it off her legs, leaving it in tatters on the floor. Now, all her clothes were gone, ripped to pieces barely recognizable as fabric, scattered around them.
Mi-Kyung was completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable. She curled up, one arm hugging her breasts tightly, the other hand covering her private parts in desperation. She trembled, her mind spinning with horror. "This can't be happening," she thought. "He's going to rape me."
Mr. Lee pushed her down onto the floor, pinning her with his heavy weight. He started to undo his pants, his lustful eyes fixed on her naked body. Mi-Kyung resisted, kicking and crying, "Help! Someone help!" Her voice was raw with fear, her nails scratching at him weakly.
Just then, the door burst open. It was Kang Min-seok, a 23-year-old man who lived nearby and had become a regular customer at the salon over the past year. He was not connected to the family in any way—he simply came for haircuts and occasionally chatted politely with Mi-Kyung. That evening, he had been walking past the salon after finishing work and heard the desperate screams.
Min-seok saw the horrifying scene—Mi-Kyung naked and terrified, Mr. Lee over her—and acted fast. He pulled out his phone and clicked photos—snap, snap. The pictures captured Mi-Kyung in tears, her face full of fear, trying to fight back.
Her naked body was partly visible, arms covering her breasts and private parts. Mr. Lee's face was twisted in lust, his body pressing down on hers.
"Get off her, you bastard!" Min-seok shouted. He rushed in and kicked Mr. Lee hard in the side, knocking him off Mi-Kyung. Mr. Lee grunted in pain and fell to the side. Min-seok followed up with a brutal kick straight to Mr. Lee's groin, making him howl in agony as he curled up, clutching himself.
Min-seok did not stop. He punched Mr. Lee in the face a few times, hard enough to make him dizzy and weak. Blood trickled from Mr. Lee's nose and mouth. "Stay down," Min-seok warned, his voice full of cold anger, towering over the man.
Mi-Kyung was still on the floor, shaking badly. Her naked body trembled from fear. She could not believe what had almost happened. Tears streamed down her face. All her clothes were torn to shreds on the ground, no longer usable.
She hugged her arms tight over her breasts and pressed her hand over her private parts, trying to hide, but she felt so exposed and broken. "I was so close to being raped," she thought, her mind numb with shock and humiliation.
Min-seok turned to her. He took off his coat and gently placed it over her, covering her entire naked body from shoulders to thighs. "It's okay now," he said softly, his voice calm and steady. He knelt down and hugged her carefully, pulling her close. "You're safe. I won't let him hurt you."
Mi-Kyung clung to him desperately, her naked body still shaking under the coat. The sudden relief washed over her like a wave, but it mixed with the lingering terror, making her emotions explode. She started sobbing loudly in his arms, her cries desperate and raw.
"Thank you... thank you so much," she cried, her voice breaking with hiccups. "He was going to rape me... I was so scared... I thought no one would come." Her fingers gripped his shirt tightly, as if letting go would bring the nightmare back.
Min-seok held her tighter, rubbing her back gently through the coat. "Everything is alright now. He can't touch you anymore. I promise, you're safe with me. No one will hurt you like that again. I've got you."
After a few minutes, Mr. Lee groaned and sat up, holding his face and groin, still in pain. He saw Min-seok and got angry, though his voice was weak. "Who the hell are you? I'll call the police! You'll go to jail for assault!"
Min-seok stood up, his phone in hand. He showed the screen with the photos, zooming in on the damning images. "Oh yeah? Go ahead, call them. But if you try anything funny to her again—or even look at her—I'll make these photos go viral everywhere. Social media, your workplace, your neighbors.
Everyone will see what a disgusting rapist you are. You'll be ruined, your reputation destroyed, and then you'll rot in jail for attempted rape.
And don't think about deleting them—I've already backed them up online." Min-seok smiled coldly, using his wit and the situation to his full advantage, trapping Mr. Lee completely.
"These stay with me as insurance. And from now on, don't dare ask her for rent ever again. In fact, you'll pay all the bills and expenses for the salon yourself—utilities, supplies, everything.
You'll transfer the money monthly without a word. If you don't, or if you miss even one payment, these photos go straight to the police, the media, and your family.
They'll know exactly what kind of monster you are. Your wife, your kids—they'll see your lustful face over her naked body. You have no choice here. You're my puppet now. Agree, or it's over for you right this second. I can send them now if you want."
Mr. Lee sweated profusely, his face pale, mind racing in panic. He saw the deadlock—Min-seok had ironclad proof, the photos were backed up, and he had nothing to fight with.
His life flashed before him: jail, divorce, shame. "Fine... I agree," he muttered, defeated and terrified. He got up slowly, limping from the kicks, and ran out of the salon as fast as he could, scared for his future.
Min-seok turned back to Mi-Kyung, who was still wrapped in his coat, her body huddled small. "Nothing is going to happen to you now," he said gently, kneeling down again. "I'll make sure that man never comes close to you again."
Mi-Kyung looked up at him, her eyes full of relief but still wide with fear. She clung to him again, pressing her face into his chest. "Please... don't leave me alone tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm still so scared something might happen." Her hands gripped his arms tightly, her body seeking his protection like a lifeline.
Mi-Kyung clung to Min-seok even after he had spoken those reassuring words. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, knuckles white, as if the moment he pulled away even slightly, the nightmare would rush back in. Her whole body trembled against him—small, uncontrollable shivers that ran through her like aftershocks.
She pressed her face harder into his chest, breathing in the faint scent of his skin and cologne, anything to anchor herself to the present and away from the memory of Mr. Lee's rough hands and hot breath.
She was still completely naked under the coat he had draped over her, and now her bare breasts were squished firmly against his chest as she held on.
The soft, warm flesh molded to him with every shaky breath she took, but she didn't seem to notice—or if she did, she simply didn't care. Her mind was too overwhelmed, too raw from the terror of what had almost happened.
Modesty, embarrassment, propriety—those things felt distant, meaningless. All that mattered was the solid warmth of another human being who had stopped the horror, who had promised her safety.
She needed that contact, that proof he was real and not going anywhere. If letting her breasts press so intimately against him gave her even a fraction more comfort, she would take it without a second thought.
"Please..." she whispered against his chest, her voice cracking, barely audible. "Don't let go yet. Just... a little longer. I'm scared. So scared." Fresh tears soaked into his shirt. "What if he comes back? What if someone else... I can't—I can't be alone right now. I feel like I'm going to fall apart if you move."
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