Opposite Sex vs. Same Sex (2)

“Haaah, so full. Oppa, did you really take some kinda drug? Why'd you get so big?”

“So, you hate it?”

“No way, I love it too much. Hehe.”

She grinned like she'd seen right through me, pounding away from on top like she was threshing rice cakes. Cowgirl ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was Yu-jin's favorite.

— Squelch, squelch, smack smack

“Ha-ut, haaang. Knew I was right to make you my fuck buddy, Oppa. This is a solid pass.”

“A pass? What pass?”

“Uh… I'll explain later.”

So she had some other reason for wanting to meet today.

I came out of the bathroom to find Woo-jin and Yu-jin talking with serious faces. Well, Yu-jin's was serious—Woo-jin looked like he was about to ascend to heaven. What the hell was up with that guy?

“What're you two talking so seriously about?”

“Ah, hyung. Yu-jin here, well…”

“I'll tell him.”

Yu-jin said it with a straight face.

“Wanna hear the full details, or just the summary?”

“Summary.”

No long-winded bullshit.

“Eun-seo unnie's fighting you, Oppa.”

“Too much of a summary!”

What the hell? That half-assed recap pieced together from a few words?

“Just tell me the long version. You said I don't have to go to work today anyway, right?”

“Oppa blackmailed the boss again, huh.”

“No no, I just made an offer he couldn't refuse.”

Even the boss now? What the fuck was this guy's deal?

“Anyway, Eun-seo unnie's putting me in a tough spot.”

“You've been going on about Eun-seo this and that— you mean the Eun-seo I know? Red Blossom's leader?”

“Yup.”

What the hell was this? Why would that ice queen genius pick a fight with me?

“Make sense, at least. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Why would she fight me? We've never even met.”

“Well… she found out you're my fuck buddy. Now she's saying she'll fight you and steal you away…”

“Hold up!”

Korean, but not a word sank in. Where to even start?

“You and I are fuck buddies, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You and Eun-seo?”

“Fuck buddies.”

“Both girls?”

“Yeah… unnie's a lesbian.”

Fuck! That was the issue!

“So what are you? Bi?”

“What? No, I like guys.”

“Then why fuck a lesbian if you like guys?”

“I-I just went along with her pace…”

“Explain properly. So I can understand!”

She said Eun-seo had always been extra friendly even before debut. At first, she thought it was just girl friendship, but then came the confession. Eun-seo felt sexual desire for her.

“Unnie says she can't feel sexual attraction to guys. That's why she's a lesbian.”

Not some ideology—just purely aroused by same-sex only.

“I thought it'd be dangerous to stick too close, so I kept my distance. But we drank together at the dorm once, and that's when it happened.”

Tipsy and feeling good, Eun-seo started groping, and soon both their switches flipped. They crossed the line.

“No idea how many times I came just from tongue and fingers. When she grinded between my legs… haa, first time I'd felt that good without penetration.”

She couldn't forget that peak technique, so they hooked up now and then. Pretending to be lesbians.

“Dorm life makes it hard to meet guys anyway. But Eun-seo unnie's right there. If you overlook the girl part, what better fuck buddy?”

Overlook what you gotta overlook.

“Then I met you, Oppa. Cumming back-to-back that day, I realized, ah, I really do like guys. That's why I kept seeing you.”

Got caught by Eun-seo via Kakao during the Japan tour sexting… that was the whole story.

“How's that connected to her wanting to fight me?”

“Figured since she found out, might as well spill. I'm not really a lesbian or anything—just felt good. A guy showed up who makes me cum over and over… like that.”

Couldn't keep up the lesbian act forever, and now she had me as a replacement, so confession time.

“But unnie couldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠accept it. She proposed a bet—who makes me feel better. Loser backs off.”

“Wait. So this 'fight' is…”

“Yeah. Not a real fight—a sex showdown.”

Trying to drag some hentai scenario into reality. What bullshit.

“You and me, then you and unnie. Whoever feels better wins.”

“And you're the judge?”

“They said I'm biased since I'm fuck buddies with both.”

“Then who's judging?”

Things were spiraling into absurdity.

“That's where I come in.”

Woo-jin puffed up his peanut-dick pride.

“I'm an expert at getting excited just watching. I can tell right away who makes her feel better. I volunteered to judge.”

Yeah, good for you, asshole.

“Eun-seo unnie agreed. Now just need your okay, Oppa.”

“No way I'd agree to that crap…”

In the end, I got dragged into the sex duel with zero gains.

“Oppa~ Do it for me. I don't wanna pretend to be a lesbian anymore.”

The culprit behind this mess was whining. Fine, she's tasty, so I'll put up with it.

“Sigh… fine. Just make you cum like last time, right?”

“Wooow! Thanks, Oppa! I'll make it up to you. Wanna go again now?”

She started gently kneading my dick.

“Nah. But we'll do it where I want.”

“Okay, just say where.”

“That beach villa we went to. Wanna do it out in the open where you can see the ocean.”

“Love that place too. We really get each other, huh? Hehe.”

I know all your erogenous zones and sensitivities, babe.

“Yeah? Then I'll set up a whole beach setup.”

What was this punk scheming now?

“I'll come too. How can I spend even one night without Master?”

“No, I said I'll come back late at night at least.”

“Still no. I'm coming.”

Seung-ah was throwing a fit to tag along. We'd meet Saturday afternoon, so I planned to return late, but she insisted.

I was about to soothe her more, then changed my mind. She'd started climbing the ladder bit by bit.

At first, she just followed orders. Now she was voicing likes and dislikes. Was that a slave, asserting herself to her owner?

Time to break that habit.

“Did you just say 'no'?”

She caught the shift in my mood, eyes widening.

“M-Master… that's not…”

“Forgot the promise to obey before you even called me Master?”

Even I was shocked at how chilling my tone was.

Fear clouded Seung-ah's face.

“M-Master.”

“I don't need a slave who won't listen. If my words don't sound like commands, then we're not master and slave anymore.”

She started trembling.

“Go home. To your place. I won't call for you anymore—live on your own.”

The moment she acknowledged herself as a slave, her free will transferred to me. She couldn't do shit alone anymore.

An unused possession loses purpose. That's exactly what Seung-ah was now.

The realization of losing her reason for existence hit her like terror. She dropped to her knees in desperation.

“I'm sorry! So sorry! Master, I was wrong. Forgive me just once… please don't throw me away!”

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

Truth was, it was mostly my fault. She'd been all “Master this, Master that” with cute acts, so I treated her like a compliant girlfriend.

I said make her a slave but never treated her like one. No need to be harsh every time, but letting her get this bold was a problem.

She thought her master seemed easy, so she tried hogging me solo. I made her obsessive.

The status window kept shoving fuck buddies and slaves at me—can't have this creaking every time. Gotta toughen up now.

If I'm blackened, might as well show it proper.