The Process of a Soul’s Corruption

“Call me more. You can even curse at me—call me a son of a bitch.” Since the monarchy changed, Gadriened started welcoming tourists a year ago. There, Chowon met a man who, despite his dazzling looks, ran the most ordinary little café. And because he was kind even to her—a foreigner—she let her guard down without realizing it… and that became her downfall. “L-Let me go… Please… s-save me…” “Chowon, can’t you see? I’m on my knees for you. No one has ever brought me to my knees before, but you did it so easily.” He hoisted Chowon’s thigh up onto his shoulder and murmured, as if intoxicated with happiness. “Chowon… I want to corrupt your clean, pure soul.” “Ah… Ian, please… don’t do this, ah!” “Only then will you throw away that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend and choose me.” Ian’s gaze—steeped in possessiveness and obsession—settled heavily over Chowon, as if it meant to taint her soul. “If I’d known he was a madman wearing the mask of a normal person…” Even as her mind grew hazy, Chowon couldn’t stop regretting it. “…I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near him.”