I'm So Screwed!!
The autumn sunlight bathed the campus in a warm afternoon glow.
Seola had just popped by school to submit a major assignment and was on her way back.
That idiot's probably still sleeping right now. I gave him medicine earlier, so he should be knocked out. I should grab some abalone porridge on the way home.
She let out a small sigh, thinking of the fool who'd slept naked on the bare floor and ended up bedridden with a cold.
She'd nagged at him all morning, but seeing him groaning in pain had clearly tugged at her heart. As she walked while searching for a nearby abalone porridge place on her phone—
"Hey? Baek Seola!"
A classmate carrying coffee spotted her and approached with a friendly wave.
"Oh, hey."
"What are you doing here? Don't you have a free period today?"
"I had an assignment to turn in, so I stopped by. Heading home now."
They exchanged light pleasantries until her friend suddenly tilted her head, staring at Seola's face.
"Wait, did a mosquito bite you?"
"...Huh? No? Why?"
It was already chilly enough in autumn to need a coat—why was she suddenly talking about mosquitoes?
When Seola blinked in confusion, her friend pointed a finger straight at the back of her neck.
"No, look. There's a huge red mark on the back of your neck. Must've been a massive bite."
"What...?"
The back of her neck? A chilling premonition shot down her spine.
Seola frantically turned on her phone screen, awkwardly craned her neck, and checked the front camera.
"......!!!!!!"
On her pale, smooth nape was a massive, vivid red mark—far too big and obvious to be from any mosquito.
It was unmistakably a hickey.
I'm insane. I'm insane. I'm completely insane, Baek Seola!!!
Last night flashed through her mind—the way that perverted bastard had roughly stroked and nibbled at the back of her neck while she was face-down, panting desperately.
She'd been so lost in pleasure that her brain had melted; she'd had no idea she'd been left with such a fatal "medal" on her fully exposed nape.
"Seola? What's wrong? Was it really a bug bite?"
As her worried friend stepped closer, a pale-faced Seola quickly yanked up the hood of her sweatshirt, covering her neck completely, and forced out an awkward laugh.
"Y-yeah! It was! Ahahaha...!"
"...?"
"Ugh~ These autumn mosquitoes are seriously vicious and persistent lately! H-haha! That damn mosquito, I should really smash it to bits... hahaha!"
Seola broke into a cold sweat as her facial muscles twitched from the ridiculous late-autumn mosquito excuse. In her head, she was already burning with the fierce determination to fold that "damn mosquito" in half the second she got home.
As if to prove her murderous rage, Seola burst through the front door of our apartment like a storm, arms loaded with bags of abalone porridge.
She stormed in, practically ready to smack my back, but the moment she saw me pathetically huddled under the blanket and groaning, she clicked her tongue and immediately tore open a spoon.
"Hey. Open your mouth. Eat this before it gets cold, then take your medicine."
Without even setting her bag down, Seola sat right beside the bed and mercilessly shoved a spoonful of the porridge into my whining mouth.
"Hot! Pfft! Hey! That's way too hot! At least blow on it first!"
Even as I whined pathetically, Seola didn't bat an eye and just kept shoving the spoon at me.
"Stop complaining just because it hurts and chew. Seriously, I swear I'm gonna smack you."
She talked like she was about to beat me senseless, but she stayed right there, carefully nursing me until I'd finished every drop of the porridge and taken my medicine.
Once the medicine kicked in and I drifted back into a deep, raspy sleep, Seola finally stretched her stiff back and headed to her own room.
Click.
After locking the door behind her, Seola stood in front of the mirror and began stripping off her hoodie and pants one by one.
The moment she faced her fully naked body in the full-length mirror, she clapped both hands over her mouth and gasped.
"Holy shit..."
Her skin was flawlessly white and porcelain-pale, just like her name suggested. Across that blank canvas of bare flesh, the vivid red marks I'd left the night before were etched so deeply they took her breath away.
The hickey on the back of her neck that had nearly gotten her caught at school was only the beginning. As she stepped closer to the mirror and turned her gaze forward, she saw red suction marks blooming all over her soft breasts.
Bite marks trailing from her collarbone up her neck, the five distinct bruises from fingers that had gripped her narrow waist, and even the deep marks on the inside of her thighs—every trace of my large hands was painfully clear. The paler the skin, the more the marks stood out. And the more obscene they looked.
"Haa..."
Staring at her own lewd reflection in the mirror, Seola's breathing grew heavier without her realizing it.
Her fingertips, as if bewitched, traced over the red mark on her chest. She'd only meant to touch it, but the vivid memory of his lips licking and sucking that exact spot last night made her spine tingle sharply.
"Mmh..."
Her palm cupped her heavy breast on its own. When she rolled her hardened nipple between her fingers just like he had the night before, her thighs clenched involuntarily. In the mirror, the woman touching herself and growing aroused looked strangely erotic. Before she could even deny it, her body had already grown hot.
Seola's hand, which had been rubbing her thighs together, eventually slid downward. She parted her already soaking wet folds with her fingers and slowly stirred inside—
Squelch. Squish—
"Haa, ngh..."
Every movement of her fingers produced wet, sticky sounds.
While glancing at her reflection from the corner of her eye and moving her fingers, her hand unconsciously drifted even lower and brushed against another spot.
"...Hup!"
Her shoulders jerked.
It was the same place that had been filled so completely by that cold, hard shaft last night. Just the lightest touch made her entire lower body clench hard, sending a sharp jolt up her spine. Shocked by her own reaction, Seola quickly pulled her hand away and swallowed.
"...W-what the hell."
Then she belatedly noticed the strange texture on the fingers that had been exploring her front.
It wasn't just slippery. Something thicker, stickier, and heavier was clinging to them. Confused, Seola slowly withdrew her hand.
Squish—
"...Huk."
At her fingertips was a thick, white fluid mixed with her transparent arousal, stretching in sticky strands.
It was the semen that bastard had pumped deep inside her last night, filling her to the brim without holding back.
She'd washed up roughly that morning, but he'd released so deep that it was still pooled inside her, now slowly leaking out.
"...That crazy bastard. Just how much did he creampie me..."
Staring blankly at the sticky white fluid on her fingers, Seola, as if possessed, slowly brought them to her nose.
Sniff—
The thick, musky scent of a male, heavy with the heat of the night. The moment that obscene smell hit her, Seola's eyes gradually grew hazy and unfocused.
Half out of her mind, she slid the cum-coated fingers between her red lips.
Slurp. Suck...
The lukewarm, bitter taste on her tongue. In that instant, the insane pleasure from last night seemed to surge through her entire body again.
"Haa... more... if I keep doing this..."
She was unconsciously muttering between sticky breaths when—
BANG—!!
"Aaaagh!!!! I'm crazy. Baek Seola, you've completely lost it!!"
The moment she realized what she was doing, Seola slammed her forehead against the edge of her vanity.
Her legs gave out completely and she collapsed right there, clutching her head with both hands.
"Haa... seriously... that's way too slutty..."
With her face buried in her hands, burning bright red, a hot sigh mixed with shame and inexplicable excitement escaped Seola's lips.
Some time passed. The medicine must have worked well because my body felt much lighter. I was leaning back against the bed, scrolling through YouTube on my phone.
"Haaam..."
I let out a big yawn and mindlessly swiped through Shorts when Seola, fresh from the shower, suddenly opened the door and popped out.
"I'm gonna go for a quick run. You stay put and don't sweat. Just lie down like a good patient."
"Huh? Then I can come with—"
When I tried to kick off the blanket and get up, Seola strode over and firmly planted her foot on my chest, pinning me down.
"Where do you think you're going? If you're sick, act like it and stay in bed."
"But I feel like moving around a bit would actually help—ugh!"
Seola ground her sock-covered toes into my chest and snorted.
"Yeah, right. So you can crawl out, catch a cold wind, and get sick again? Stop being a pain and just stay under the covers like you're told."
In the end, I had no choice but to surrender to her fierce little kicks and crawl back under the blanket.
Later that evening, Seola changed into her tracksuit, saying she was just going to loosen up her body a bit, and headed out.
Bang.
The front door slammed shut, and silence filled the apartment. I clicked my tongue.
"Haa... Guess I'll do that, then."
Sniffling, I dragged my heavy body over to the computer desk and sat down.
I still had some cold symptoms, but I couldn't just leave the video we'd filmed yesterday after all that effort sitting around.
Click. Tap—
I moved the mouse and loaded the raw file from yesterday. The moment I hit play—
"...Ahem. At least the money was worth it."
The quality was flawless. The cannon-like camera Jinwoo had lent us captured everything perfectly, even in dim lighting—no blurring at all. Every single sweat bead on skin was crystal clear.
When I zoomed in using the editing software to test it, Seola standing right in front of the lens was so detailed I could even see her slightly hardened nipples.
The problem was... that was all there was to it.
"...Wait, what the hell is this?"
The two of us, who should have filled the entire frame, looked like tiny postage stamps stuck in the middle of an empty room.
I'd set the tripod too far back. I'd tried to compensate for the massive lens in our tiny room by increasing the distance, but that meant the most important "composition" had ended up way too far away.
And then, halfway through the video.
For some reason, the resolution suddenly dropped and everything started getting blurry and pixelated. I had no idea if I'd messed up the settings or if it was overheating—being a total beginner, I couldn't tell.
And the final blow.
"......"
During the part that was supposed to be the absolute hottest—the main event—the camera hadn't caught Seola at all. Instead, it was completely blocked by my broad back and my hips pumping away.
From the camera's perspective, it had turned into some incomprehensible video of a guy's backside relentlessly pounding away.
"...This isn't even a gay video."
I muttered in despair, face practically pressed against the monitor.
The equipment was pro-level, but the guy using it was a basement-dwelling amateur. So after all that expensive camera work, the best I got was a "close-up of a man's back."
I'd had a feeling before that "the big camera would be too much for a small room, so I should get a smaller one too," but I never imagined it would prove true this quickly and this brutally.
"Goddammit, I screwed up again!!"
I slammed the mouse down in frustration.
I'd stared at the monitor too long. Now all I could see floating in front of my eyes was the annoying afterimage of my own pumping hips.
After going through all that trouble to film it, the only thing we got was a guy's backside. The more I thought about it, the more my insides boiled with rage.
Still, thanks to sleeping like the dead after eating and taking medicine, my body felt a lot lighter than when I'd been shivering on the floor yesterday.
I desperately wanted to clear my head and ventilate the stuffy room air.
I threw on a jacket, grabbed my phone, and texted Seola.
I hit send and left the house.
The sun was already setting outside, and the autumn breeze felt pleasantly cool.
Normally I would've headed toward the usual convenience store or the park, but today, for some reason, curiosity struck me.
"Hmm... Should I try a new route today?"
Instead of the familiar main road, I turned into a narrow alley between old villa buildings I'd never explored before.
Long shadows stretched across the walls, and streetlights were beginning to flicker on here and there. The alley was old but had a strangely atmospheric vibe that felt completely different from my usual scenery.
Oh, this place is actually pretty nice.
Maybe my content creator disease was acting up, because I unconsciously started analyzing the alley's composition. If I ever filmed an outdoor exposure concept, this quiet, slightly eerie alley would be perfect, I thought.
Hehehe... Filming porn here at night would be seriously thrilling.
Lost in my dirty fantasies, a perverted chuckle slipped out.
Of course, if Seola heard me she'd probably kick my shin and say, "You crazy bastard, did your brain freeze from that cold too?"
I hummed a little tune and slowly walked down the unfamiliar path.
After walking for a while, I reached a small clearing that looked like a redevelopment zone. The city nightscape visible beyond it was quite beautiful.
Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
It was Seola.
It was a firm message, but for some reason it made me smile. I turned around and started heading back toward the main road where she was waiting.
The discovery of a new route was nice, but I was already looking forward to tonight's dinner menu.
Still humming, I was about to leave the deserted redevelopment alley when—
"Hey!!! Freeze right there, you son of a bitch!!"
A sharp, vicious curse that sent chills down my spine tore through the alley's silence.
"...?"
I reflexively stopped and turned around.
Under the streetlight, I saw three or four silhouettes blocking the narrow alley.
And standing in the middle of the group, glaring at me like he wanted to kill me, was a very familiar face.
Oh, fuck.
My breath caught in my throat.
It was that exact "Sunbae"—the senior who'd harassed Seola before, gotten his ass thoroughly beaten by me, and then had his jaw shattered by my department senior, Jinwoo.
Maybe he still had metal pins in his jaw, or maybe the grudge was so deep he was clenching his teeth too hard—his pronunciation sounded strangely lispy.
"You son of a bitch..."
The moment Sunbae spotted me, he ground his teeth and growled. Then he suddenly craned his neck and began scanning the dark alley behind me.
He was clearly checking if Jinwoo—the one who'd smashed his jaw—was with me. The instinctive fear was written all over his face.
But once he confirmed there was no one behind me, a cowardly, vicious smirk spread across his lips.
"...Looks like that bastard isn't here. What a bunch of rude punks."
Sunbae lifted his chin arrogantly and took a step forward.
The big guys standing on either side of him also slowly closed the distance.
I'm so fucking screwed!!!!
I swallowed hard and quickly scanned my surroundings.
I'd chosen this place thinking I was exploring a new route, but it turned out to be a creepy, deserted redevelopment zone with no people around.
A perfect blind spot with no one to help and no CCTV. On top of that, I was still recovering from my cold—my legs were shaking.
If they caught me here, there was no doubt I'd be destroyed tonight.
An emergency alarm blared wildly inside my head. There was only one answer: I had to run. No matter what.
But if I just turned and ran, they'd catch me in seconds.
I needed something to draw their attention, even for a split second.
I forced strength into my trembling legs, took a deep breath, and flipped them off while shouting at Sunbae.
"Hey, you... your mom's a young man!!!"
"...? What? Your mom's what?"
The moment Sunbae's brain short-circuited from the completely illogical, context-free, and utterly bizarre mom-insult he'd never heard before—
"Pffft...!"
One of the big guys standing beside him with a serious expression couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
In that precious one-second window when their attention was completely diverted—
Tap tap tap—!
I sprinted down the alley without looking back.
Cold or not, adrenaline exploded through me and my legs spun like they had motors attached.
"What the hell did that bastard just say... Hey!! Catch that son of a bitch right now!!!"
Sunbae's enraged roar echoed through the alley, his face now tomato-red after snapping out of it.
"If we catch you, you're dead, you fucker!!!"
Thud thud thud thud—!!
Several heavy, threatening footsteps kicked up dust behind me as they gave chase.
My peaceful evening walk had instantly turned into a life-or-death pursuit.
Fuck, fuck! If they catch me I'm definitely getting my ass beaten to a pulp!!
My lungs felt like they were tearing apart, and the metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth.
My body, which had been aching all day from the cold, was screaming that it had reached its limit.
When I glanced back, the guys' eyes under the streetlights looked completely insane.
Their faces were flushed red and their steps were oddly aggressive—they'd clearly been drinking heavily since early evening.
You crazy bastards, if you're gonna drink then just go the fuck home! Why the hell are you causing trouble in someone else's neighborhood, you fucking pieces of shit!!
I cursed them furiously in my head while pumping my legs like crazy, but my stride was getting shorter and my speed was dropping no matter what I did.
Where do I go? Where...!
If it had been any of the familiar paths I usually took, I could've weaved through the alleys with my eyes closed. But today of all days, I'd decided to "explore a new route" and wandered into this unfamiliar redevelopment maze.
I stumbled through the labyrinth of narrow alleys, then blindly ducked into a pitch-black gap—
"...Ah, shit."
My feet slammed on the brakes, scraping against the ground as I came to a halt.
Blocking my path was a massive concrete wall far taller than a person.
A perfect dead end littered only with trash piles and broken bricks.
My mind went completely blank. I desperately spun around to look for an escape route when—
Thud. Thud.
Several large shadows slowly lumbered into the narrow alley entrance, accompanied by heavy breathing.
"Haa... haa... You little rat bastard... huff, huff..."
Sunbae was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting furiously.
He stroked his jaw, twisting his face into a hideous scowl, then slowly approached me while grinding his teeth.
"Your mom's... what? You crazy son of a bitch... Hey. Why don't you try running a little further, huh?"
The big guys standing on either side of him completely blocked the alley entrance.
My breath had reached my throat, and my trembling back was pressed against the cold concrete wall.
In this corner with no one to help, I had literally become a rat trapped in a corner.