A Bitch's Common Sense (3)
When I came to, the familiar ceiling filled my vision. Realizing I'd blacked out, I wondered for a split second if I'd been kidnapped and taken somewhere weird, but glancing around eased my mind. This was definitely my dorm room—the safest place in the world, at least by my standards.
"Nngh…."
I blinked my sleepy eyes and squirmed under the covers. Suddenly, I noticed how sticky things felt between my legs, but I pushed the thought aside.
Semen… still inside me, huh.
A thick, milky fluid oozed slowly from the neat slit between my thighs, so subtle it was almost unnoticeable. He'd really creampied me. No precautions against pregnancy, just straight-up inside….
Whatever. Don't wanna think about it right now.
Pregnancy scared me a little, sure, but the warm sensation in my belly felt kinda nice instead.
The bathroom door creaked open just as I sat up. Out came a familiar face—a guy in nothing but his underwear, towel-drying his damp hair. My roommate, Kang Geon-yul.
"Oh, you're up."
"…Yeah."
Up until now, it never fazed me, but suddenly my head went blank. It wasn't unusual for Geon-yul to wander the dorm in his undies. We'd both been guys before, so why bother covering up?
I always made sure to dress properly, though.
But for some reason, it hit different now. My eyes kept drifting to him in just his boxers. What the hell was wrong with me?
What do you mean 'what'? You already admitted you like him.
It might not be your typical romance. Not some sweet boyfriend, but a rough, forceful, scary owner—that seemed to be my type. But so what? This world wasn't normal to begin with. No rule said relationships had to be, either.
I was seeing Geon-yul as a man, plain and simple, from my woman's perspective. That was it.
No courage to confess yet, but I acknowledged I wanted to be that man's woman. So sneaking peeks and getting turned on? Totally normal….
Yeah, that's it.
I let my gaze slide over his solidly muscled torso, then zeroed in on the menacing bulge outlined under his boxers. Even hidden away, my mouth watered on instinct.
"Hng…."
Staring at his cock while pulling the blanket up to my chin and tweaking my nipples, the arousal surged back. To think that thing had been inside me… Its size was always shocking. And that wasn't even fully hard.
"You okay?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, fine. Totally."
Truth was, my waist ached and my legs hurt from being folded up so tight around his dick, but I played it cool. He'd just fuss over me again.
"…."
"Mm."
God, the vibe was so awkward. Even normally, after doing lewd stuff with Geon-yul out in public under this world's bizarre common sense, we'd avoid eye contact for a bit. But this was next level.
It wasn't forced or anything—just my choice. And it wasn't just casual sex; I'd gotten caught masturbating at his desk, moaning his name like a slut.
No wonder it felt weird. Not feeling awkward would be weirder.
"Well, you probably guessed, but… I brought you back to the dorm right after you passed out and put you to bed. Word spread around school about a girl disguising herself as a guy in the boys' class, but no punishment from the school yet."
"Got it."
"Collar's by the bed—put it back on. And… uh…."
I could tell what he was hesitating over. I cut in first.
"D-don't worry about pregnancy or anything. I'll handle it."
Best case? Him declaring he'd take responsibility for me and the baby, making us a real family. But realistically? Too much to ask. He could barely handle one of me—adding a kid?
No way that's easy.
Even if I liked him, no guarantee he'd marry me. Sure, I matched his ideal type looks-wise, but I used to be a guy. A close friend, at that. Normal people wouldn't wife that up.
Better not get hopes up.
"Nah, that's not it."
But Geon-yul surprised me, speaking brightly. Not about pregnancy? I tilted my head, and he handed me a calendar.
"You don't track safe days much with the collar on. Makes every day safe, 365 days a year."
"R-right. So?"
"Wasn't yesterday a safe day?"
I whipped out my phone, checked my cycle, and calculated. Shockingly, yesterday had super low pregnancy odds.
"Oh…!"
"Should be fine. Test in about two weeks to know for sure, but don't stress."
Honestly, I'd been half-resigned. His thick cum would've knocked up my egg no problem, and if a baby happened, I'd be constantly worrying if he'd step up.
I didn't hate the idea of a kid—far from it—but before our relationship solidified? Too soon.
So yeah, safe day was a godsend.
"How'd you even know my safe days?"
"Looked it up while you slept. Gotta know my bitch's cycle, right?"
"Owner my ass, as if I'm really a bi—."
Couldn't finish. Flashback to hours ago: me spreading my dripping pussy, begging him to fuck it.
From his view, the girl who'd acted like a beast in heat denying she's a bitch? Hilarious.
"Nngh."
"Hey, Chae-a. You asked a question, so I get one."
"Huh?"
I knew it was coming. Shut my eyes, yanked the blanket over my head—but he climbed onto the bed and pulled it down, whispering.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?"
"In the janitor closet. And the classroom."
"…Hngt."
"You feeling sick or something?"
Begging for his dick purely on my own? First time since the semen addiction. No "illness" excuse now.
He probably thought I had some weird disease again. Fair.
Tell him the truth…?
Confessing for real? Tempting. But from his side? Hearing that from his ex-guy friend?
No way he'd like it. World full of pretty, obedient girls—why tie himself to me?
He fantasized about me as his girlfriend during sex sometimes, sure. But that was just 'cause dating others felt awkward with me around. I was a placeholder.
He'd held back on other girls out of guilt. If I confessed now—"I'm a full girl and I like you"—he could fuck around guilt-free.
Long story short:
…Scared to confess first.
Better if he collared me forever as his eternal bitch. Prettier picture.
With that excuse, I lied.
"Not sick. Just… y'know."
"What?"
"Women have sex drives too, okay? Guys think we don't, but trust me—now that I am one, I get it. We masturbate a ton, and when the mood hits, we wanna get freaky."
"I know that. But… why my name?"
Biggest hurdle. Janitor closet? Blame horniness. But humping his desk in class, moaning his name? Tough sell.
"Y'know… that."
"That what?"
"Uh, well…."
I scrambled, blurting bullshit. Went off the rails.
"B-be honest—you've jerked off using me as fap material once or twice, right?! Same here! N-not 'cause I like you or anything… just, you're the only guy I know!"
"Mm…."
"No other cocks I know, so you got picked! Be grateful! Means you're fap-worthy!"
He eyed me like he was judging my excuse. Felt transparent; conscience stung.
Admitting you're my fap bait is embarrassing enough. Don't make me spill I like you too.
Luckily, he nodded.
"Got it. Yeah, I've fapped to you."
"S-see?! Knew it. Not that I'm thrilled to be your fap girl or—."
"Yeah, yeah. But surprising. You were a guy. Thought you'd fap as a girl, but now guys?"
"Uh, w-well…."
Sneaky counter. No different from "You into guys now?" Froze up.
Could only dodge.
"Not into guys. Just… the pleasure of getting fucked is unforgettable. They say it's ten times better for women, right?"
"Aha."
That smug look—like he saw right through me. He chuckled, hand on my shoulder. I flinched at the touch.
"Need fap material? Just ask. I'll provide."
"D-don't need it! Don't use me for yours either."
"For real?"
"Why ask twice?! Anyway…."
Still couldn't beat my pride. No full confession. But this much, I had to know.
"So."
"Yeah?"
"So, what we did… it wasn't gross or creepy or anything, right?"
"What're you talking about?"
"I basically raped you. You might've hated it. Thought I should apologize first…."
"Pfft, what?"
But he answered breezily, no hesitation.
"How's a bitch gonna rape a man?"
That look—like I was some lesser creature. My body shivered; my womb thrummed.
"R-right."
Yeah. I'm a bitch… lower than a woman. Should've pissed me off, him dismissing women like that. Instead, satisfaction and joy welled up.
Almost called him "Owner"—
Thud thud thud!
Someone pounded on the dorm door.
"Is Bitch Class student Yoo Chae-a inside?!"