Seol Yahan (3)
My head felt heavy.
My hands and feet refused to move the way I wanted them to.
I was trapped in a darkness so absolute I couldn’t see an inch in front of me, yet paradoxically my vision kept spinning and spinning. The ceiling became the floor, the floor became the ceiling—as if someone had seized my skull in both hands and was wringing it, flinging me every which way.
“……Ugh.”
A groan slipped out before I could stop it. The dizziness was so extreme no words could capture it; my fingertips only twitched like a corpse in rigor mortis.
“Ah—hoong…….”
In that instant a lewd, nasal whimper slid into my ear, and something soft and yielding filled my palm.
……What is this?
An unfamiliar sensation, utterly foreign. The texture that poured itself into every gap between my fingers was soft and springy, almost like jelly or pudding.
My head was spinning too hard for me to make sense of anything, yet the more I touched it the better it felt, so I simply followed instinct—squeezing and kneading.
“……Hngh, hooeut.”
Hot, shivery breath tickled my face. That breath carried the sweet scent of beer, and with it a faint thread of awareness returned.
I was lying on a bed.
……When did I even fall asleep?
I dredged my reeling mind for memories, and the events of a little while ago began to surface in hazy clouds.
The first guide recording, the barbecue place, the staff dinner, meeting Author Seol Yahan.
And myself, pouring soju down my throat until I was completely wasted.
“……Hoo.”
My limit was a bottle and a half, yet I’d drained nearly three. Was I a complete idiot?
I’d been in front of the writer I admired—and a pretty junior girl at that—and before I knew it I’d been showing off a capacity I didn’t have. Lucky for me I didn’t turn into a messy drunk; if I’d caused real trouble I’d never have lived it down.
Never again. Half out of my mind, I scolded myself while lazily kneading whatever was still in my hand.
“Mmngh, does that feel good……?”
Right after that, a woman’s whisper drifted past my tightly shut eyelids.
A high, nasal tone thick with breathiness.
……That wasn’t my voice.
……?!
The moment the fact registered, the alcohol fled my system. I snapped my eyes open in pure shock and realized I had been pillowing some strange woman’s head on my arm.
“……Wh-what.”
Who the hell is this woman? Startled out of my skin, I pushed myself upright. The blanket covering us both slid off the edge of the bed with a soft thump.
With the obstruction gone, her body lay fully exposed before my eyes.
A body any man would find impossible not to want—soft, graceful lines. Bathed in the muted glow of a mood lamp, her skin was tinted a warm vermilion, and she was wearing not a single thread.
……What is this.
What the hell is going on? People say that when you’re too shocked words fail you; that was exactly me. I pressed a hand over my violently pounding heart and raked my gaze up and down her body.
No obvious marks stood out, yet that youthful face felt strangely familiar.
Large eyes, full lips, a bright pretty smile, a slender jawline……
I knew her.
“S-Seol Yahan……. Author?”
Even as I doubted it I called the name carefully. She answered with a languid, sensual smile.
“Yes, Hoyeong oppa.”
So it really was Author Seol Yahan.
But why had the form of address changed to “Hoyeong oppa”? I was certain she’d been calling me “sunbae-nim”……
Before I could even chase the question, Seol Yahan smiled sweetly and rested her hand on my thigh.
“Last night……. was so much fun. Hoyeong oppa.”
“……Last night?”
“Heh, why are you pretending not to know again……?”
I wasn’t pretending; I genuinely, truly could not remember. But excuses like that would be useless in a situation like this.
Judging by the circumstances—and by the view right in front of me—I had clearly come to a motel while drunk and crossed the line with Author Seol Yahan.
Unfortunately, I remembered none of it……
“……Hoyeong oppa.”
Seol Yahan murmured the name low and stared straight at me. She said nothing else, yet her cheeks were flushed and she looked oddly shy; my heart hammered.
It might sound like a pathetic excuse, but men really are simple creatures……. Age and looks aside, just having a younger woman looking up at you is enough to do this.
“…….”
Well, fine.
If a man caused the mess, he had to clean it up properly. Running away claiming he didn’t remember wasn’t an option.
The order of things was a little—no, a lot—wrong, but if I set it right from now on it would be okay.
I carefully took Seol Yahan’s right wrist and slowly met her eyes.
“Um, Author Seol Yahan.”
“Ah, yes……?”
“If you’re all right with it, then with me…….”
……Huh?
Just as I was about to say something important, my gaze dropped of its own accord and caught something I could not ignore.
On Seol Yahan’s chest, specifically the upper left side.
In the exact same spot as the countless photos the vicious pervert had sent me, there was a single mole.
……No way.
In that instant every memory of the past few days flashed past like a revolving lantern. Realizing something, I broke off mid-sentence and turned to survey the entire room.
On the nightstand sat my phone and the necklace Seol Yahan had been wearing.
“Hoyeong oppa……?”
“……Just a second.”
I rose carefully and walked to the nightstand. I unlocked the phone at once and opened the DM I’d received yesterday afternoon.
The mole on the upper left of the breast in the photo, and the glittering necklace.
With trembling fingers I picked up Seol Yahan’s necklace and compared it to the one in the picture.
Both necklaces had the initials SH engraved inside a round circle.
Unless my eyes were lying, they were the exact same necklace.
In other words, the woman who had been sending me those vicious pervert messages all this time was none other than……
“……So you figured it out.”
……?!
The instant I realized Author Seol Yahan was the vicious pervert who had been stalking me, a chilling voice came from behind.
I whirled around. The shy demeanor from moments ago had vanished; Seol Yahan stood there looking up at me with a completely expressionless face.
“……If you’d just taken a little longer.”
What the hell is this……
Goosebumps rose at how abruptly she had changed, but I forced myself to hold up the phone screen.
“Author. This photo—did you…… send this to me?”
“Yes, I did.”
“……Huh.”
She admitted it so cleanly, without a shred of denial, that I was the one left more flustered.
But the shock lasted only a moment; I pulled myself together.
“Why…… why would you do something like this……?”
“……Because I.”
“……What?”
“……B-because I like you!”
“No, then…….”
I was about to fire back something like Then you should have just met me and talked about it—who said it was okay to pull this vicious pervert crap? when Seol Yahan made a suspicious move and suddenly closed in, seizing both of my wrists.
Caught off guard, I almost lost my balance, but she was still just a girl my own age. If I got serious, overpowering her with strength would be nothing.
I reversed the grip, catching her wrists and pinning them in the air. It was meant to show her that no amount of struggling would let her win by force—yet for some reason the look in Seol Yahan’s eyes was anything but ordinary.
A normal woman, when overpowered by a man, would show fear or fright.
“Ah, aaaaah…….”
Seol Yahan showed no fear at all. Instead she looked up at me with eyes full of eager anticipation.
The sight was so absurd I clicked my tongue and muttered,
“Author, why do you look happy when someone’s holding your wrists? Are you a pervert or something?”
“……Haang!”
As if electricity had shot through her, Seol Yahan’s whole body shuddered and she bit down hard on her lower lip.
Someone was insulting her, yet her cheeks flushed deeper and her breathing grew ragged……. This woman was clearly not ordinary.
To confirm my suspicion I deliberately dropped my voice and added one more line.
“Seol Yahan.”
“Hooet, y-yes……?”
“You’re a real pervert, aren’t you? Why is your waist trembling when I’m insulting you?”
“……Haaat, hooeung!”
Strength drained from Seol Yahan’s arms, and sticky fluid began dripping down her smooth thighs.
Watching those few drops fall at her feet, I became certain: Author Seol Yahan possessed a thoroughly twisted sexual inclination that defied common sense.
If that weren’t true, she would never react this violently to a single sentence.
“Wow, this is……. You’re a hopeless pervert, aren’t you?”
I muttered it in genuine disbelief. Seol Yahan, face scarlet, nodded furiously.
“Aaaah, yees……! I-I’m…… a hopeless pervert, a pervert……!”
With every syllable the floor beneath her feet grew wetter.
I tightened my grip on her wrists even more, forced her buckling knees back upright, and locked eyes with her.
“Hey, pervert.”
“Y-yees……?”
I released one wrist and used the free hand to catch her under the chin.
“Even if you like me that much, you can’t just send pictures like that whenever you want. Can you, or can’t you?”
“C-can’t, I can’t…….”
“You know that and you still did it? And you said you like me. If you like someone, is it okay to drag them to a motel and jump them? What are you, a real pervert bitch?”
……And then.
“S-sor, haeung, sorry……. Hngh, eueung…….”
Seol Yahan’s lower lips parted, trembling open on both sides……. and with a soft flowing sound, clear liquid spilled down her thighs.
Like a broken faucet leaking, the fluid poured until the floor around my feet went past damp and became a puddle. I flinched and quickly stepped back.
“Wh-what the hell is this……?!”
The moment I let go, Seol Yahan’s knees gave out completely.
She sank into a kneeling sit, hips on the floor, toes pointed behind her, trembling eyes looking up at me from atop that unidentifiable liquid.
“S-sorry, Hoyeong oppa, hooeut, I’m a hopeless pervert bitch, so I’m sorry…….”
“……You’re a real pervert bitch, huh?”
A crude insult slipped out before I could stop it. I realized immediately that it had been pure instinct and a slip of the tongue, yet Seol Yahan only trembled with pleasure and stuck her tongue out.
“Aheung, more, insult me more……! I love it when Hoyeong oppa insults me……!”
“What the hell……. Perverts like this actually exist. Hey, are you seriously a pervert?!”
“Yes, yees! I-I’m a pervert, a masochist pervert bitch……!”
……She’s completely insane.
I swallowed hard and looked down at Seol Yahan.
This woman, panting, looking up at me with utterly debauched eyes.
The Author Seol Yahan I had admired and truly liked…… was a hopeless masochist pervert.
“Haang, Master……♡”
“……What?”
A chill ran through me.
The second I heard the address switch to “Master,” every instinct I possessed screamed an alarm.
The moment I got involved with this crazy woman, my own way of thinking would start going wrong.
So unless I was ready to take responsibility for the rest of my life…… I had to run, right now.
“D-don’t come any closer!”
“Euhheung, Master……! Rougher, rougher! Insult me rougher……!”
“I s-said stay back. You pervert bitch!”
“Aeut! I-I love it, more, more……!”
Crawling toward me on all fours like a cat, Seol Yahan’s lower body shuddered violently.
Then, with a wet rush, clear sticky fluid cascaded down her skin like a waterfall.
……Crazy.
One insult and she was trembling at the waist in pure bliss.
This was a genuine, full-blown pervert. Certain of it now, I raised my right hand high.
“……Hey, pervert!”
“Y-yees……!”
I brought the hand down and spanked her plump rear.
—Slap!
A sensation I’d never felt before raced from my palm through my entire body.
At the same moment Seol Yahan let out a lewd moan and collapsed onto the floor.
“Ha, haeut! Hooeung, hooeueueung……♡”
Smeared in sticky fluid, her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.
“……C-crazy.”
The first climax of a woman I’d ever witnessed.
No—something so perverse it barely even qualified as a climax.
Utterly stunned, nearly frightened out of my wits, I……
“Crazy, you’re a crazy bitch……!!”
Turned and fled without looking back.