Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Yonsei Pink Cutie (2)
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As my relationship with Yu-ra deepened bit by bit, one nagging doubt in my heart grew larger and larger.
Objectively speaking, our relationship wasn't normal. No matter how precisely I targeted her fetishes and sexual fantasies, to anyone else, it would look no different from rape.
So what if someone else stimulated her fetishes?
If they forced themselves on her and humiliated her, would Yu-ra develop feelings for that person just like she did with me?
Whenever that thought crossed my mind, I'd force myself to think of something else because the mere idea of something that hadn't even happened terrified me.
And now, I had witnessed the one scene I least wanted to see with my own eyes.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 👤 Target: Kim Yu-ra 💖 Ecstasy Level: 30/100 🔒 Fetishes: Verbal Humiliation (Obscene Insult Preference, Mild), Masochism (Pain Preference, Mild) Her standing there quietly while that bastard hurled insults at her, and the ecstasy level that had climbed to 30.
"Huff. Huff."
My breathing grew ragged without me realizing it, and the corners of my eyes twitched.
'Does it not matter who the guy is? Is that it, Kim Yu-ra?'
By the time I snapped out of it, I was already striding toward them. Pomi's eyes widened huge as she finally noticed me.
—Huh? Jun-young! Did you come because you missed me... I ignored Pomi's cheerful greeting, oblivious as ever.
—Huh? J-Jun-young, what's wrong? The man and woman still tussling right in front of me.
"Let go."
"Stay still if you don't want rumors calling you a slut?"
I approached them and yanked Yu-ra's remaining wrist, pulling her toward me.
"Kyak!"
"Hey! Where do you think you're— Argh! Gurk. Guh."
I slammed my fist into the bastard's solar plexus, then tightened my grip on Yu-ra's wrist.
"Ah, huh? O-Oppa? Is that you, Oppa? Pomi, is this Oppa? Ow, it hurts, Oppa. Let go...
"Just come with me."
Yu-ra and Pomi both flinched at my low, sunken voice and shut their mouths. Yu-ra was practically dragged along, running to keep up with my pace.
Step, step, step.
"O-Oppa. What's wrong? What happened?"
Lost to my rage, I kept walking until we arrived in a space filled with rooms made of frosted glass walls—I had no idea where it was.
The kind of place people call seminar rooms. I scanned around for an empty one, but every spot was filled with shadowy silhouettes of people.
"Wait here quietly."
I spat the words at Yu-ra and barged into the nearest seminar room. The two guys and one girl inside jumped in surprise as the door suddenly opened, staring toward it.
"W-What?"
"Damn, you scared me. Is that Su-young pranking us?"
"If that oppa's late, he should just come in quick, what the hell... Kyak!"
The girl came out to check and bumped into my body, tumbling over.
"Jae-hee, what happened?"
"Ugh... What? What did I hit?"
"There's nothing there. You're freaking me out."
Startled by the inexplicable events piling up, all three of them were rolling their eyes. I walked in, lifted a desk with a bang, and the items on top rattled wildly.
"Uh, uhhh!"
"Agh! Aaah!"
Already spooked, they freaked out completely, and the girl nearest the door bolted from the room as if fleeing for her life.
Seeing that, the two guys screamed "Uwaaa!" and ran off without even grabbing their stuff.
I went back out, grabbed Yu-ra's wrist again, dragged her into the seminar room, and pinned her against the wall.
"Ack. Oppa, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Heh, heh heh. You ask why?"
I dropped Invisibility, and now able to look into my eyes, Yu-ra read the fury there and flinched.
I glared at her, then abruptly lifted her skirt and shoved my hand into her panties.
"Heuk!"
"You ask why?"
Squelch, squelch.
"Don't you know why? Huh? Huh?"
"Haak, O-Oppa. P-People outside can see. Oppa. Eut!"
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and held them right in front of her face.
"Ha, haha. You're already soaked before I even touched you? You liked it when that bastard insulted you? Huh? You get this fucking wet whenever anyone insults you? Huh? Answer me."
"Heuk, haeu, Oppa. Misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding... Wump! Hael, hut."
I shoved my glistening-with-juices fingers into her mouth, rubbing them against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks.
"Misunderstanding? Hey, Pomi. You tell me. What did you say last time? That the system is accurate, right?"
—J-Jun-young. That is, well... "Answer the question. You said the system is accurate, didn't you?"
—I did, but that's because... "I told you to chase off any guys sticking to Yu-ra, didn't I? Fuck. Kim Yu-ra, you're smiling in this situation? Why? Because I'm jealous? You're such a hopeless bitch."
"O-Oh ha. Hehe hahaha."
"Pomi, not answering? Didn't you say the system is accurate?"
—Y-Yes... "Go outside and keep watch. Whisper to me if that guy I chased off or anyone else comes this way. Go."
—W-Wuu. That's not it... Pomi slipped out through the glass door.
"O-Oh ha, haeha ho."
"Ha, you wouldn't know, huh? In my eyes, I can see exactly how excited you are, as a number. Every time I insult you now, that number goes up. And before I even touched you, it was already climbing while that bastard was abusing you!"
I pulled my fingers out of her mouth.
"Take your clothes off."
"Oppa. Calm down and hear me out."
"Take your clothes off. You like being insulted, right? I'll make the whole school insult you, so take them off."
"Oppa, stop it. I'm getting mad."
"Don't want to? Fine, I'll strip you. Inventory!"
"Kyak!"
Activating the skill sucked not just our clothes but even our underwear straight into inventory in an instant.
Even though it was frosted, our silhouettes were fully visible from outside. Plus, the lower part around the thighs was clear glass—if I bent my waist even a little, anyone could see right inside the seminar room.
In such a place, stark naked Yu-ra fidgeted restlessly, hands frantically covering her vital spots.
"Even the great Kim Yu-ra knows shame?"
"Uh, eut."
"Spread your legs. I'll give you what you like."
I roughly embraced her with one arm while lifting one of her legs with the other.
"Oppa. Don't. Really don't. Not here, heuk! Eut. Uk. Oppa, seriously! Haeng."
"Lewd bitch. What? Don't? Is this the pussy of a girl saying don't? Huh? Uhk, huff."
Squelch, squelch.
"Eung, Oppa, you'll regret, eut, this later! Eump! Ha-eup, chap, jup."
Smack, slurp. Haa, haa. Fucking bitch. So damn noisy. Jup, slurp.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
Even as she glared at me with wide-open eyes while we kissed, the moment I thrust my cock upward powerfully, her eyes rolled back and she convulsed.
"Regret? Heh heh, regret? What regret from a bitch who squirts just from getting pierced by cock? You thought I was really scared when I said I was scared of you?"
"Heuk, heuk. Ang! Oppa! Oppaaa!"
I gripped Yu-ra's ass hard with both hands. With each deep thrust, her body slid back bit by bit until it hit the desk.
The pens and printouts left by the three students who were studying here earlier clattered to the side. I roughly lifted Yu-ra's ass onto the remaining papers and kept pistoning.
Thwack, thwack.
"Aaak! Aaak! Oppa! Stop it! Ahuuuu."
"Really stop? Huh? Don't say shit you don't mean, you pervert bitch. Like this! Huh? Clenching! Huh?"
"Euheuu, euuk! O-Oppa. I-I'm dying. Dyingyy!"
"You die every time, you slut. Fine, let's see you die for real today. Huff. Huff. Uhk!"
"Aaak! Aaak!"
Splash, splash.
Juices splashing from Yu-ra's folds soaked the laptop and papers with wet splats.
I kept pounding her depths for a good while until her toes curled and her body shuddered violently. Her inner walls clamped down tight on my cock.
"Heuk, heuk. O-Oppa."
Her wet eyes gazing at me almost shook my resolve for a moment, but I steeled myself. I wanted to cure her of getting wet for just anyone this time. I pulled her up and switched to doggy style.
"Eung, eut."
Squelch, squelch.
The sticky fluids that had started to harden stretched long again, making wet slapping sounds.
"Go forward."
"Oppa, please."
"Go."
Groooan.
"Heuuuk!"
Yu-ra tried to hold out by pressing down with her tiptoes, but she couldn't withstand my repeated thrusts and staggered forward.
Plunge, plunge.
"Stop, please. Aak!"
I moved her right up to the door, making her brace against the glass wall. That's when a whisper came from Pomi keeping watch outside.
—Jun-young, someone's coming... Um... Can't you stop now? —You wanna get punished too? —Eek! —You've gotten close to Yu-ra and forgotten who you're contracted with? You're my demon. Not Yu-ra's. —No, that's not... —Shut up. Is the person coming a guy or girl? How many? —One guy. —Got it? One guy...
I checked my available points and leveled up one skill.
—Listen carefully from now on. Do exactly as I say, and I'll let today's thing slide. Got it? —J-Jun-young's gonna regret this! —Don't want dinner? —Uh, uuk. Threatening her dirtily with food worked like a charm, and Pomi quickly surrendered, whispering 'What do I do?' I gave her simple instructions, then smacked the thigh of Yu-ra, who was trembling against the wall.
"Snap out of it. Guest's here."
"Hut. G-Guest?"
Yu-ra lifted her head at my words, then quickly bowed it again. She'd seen the hazy figure across the glass.
"See? It's a guy."
"Eup! Euueup!"
Yu-ra clamped her mouth shut to stifle any sound, but I mercilessly moved my hips.
Plunge, plunge.
"Eup. Hut, heup."
"Kim Yu-ra."
"Hut, heuung."
"Hey, Kim Yu-ra. Not answering?"
"Hauk, ung. Ung, obeup."
"Whose are you?"
As the silhouette across from her drew closer, Yu-ra desperately opened her mouth.
"O-Oppa! Yours, Oppa's! So..."
"Really mine? Then why'd you get wet from that other bastard insulting you? Huh?"
"Heuk, n-no. Oppa. I really didn't—hut!"
Plunge, plunge.
"Don't lie?"
"Really not... Heuk?"
Splash, splash.
"Won't stop till you admit you were wrong."
Thwack!
I yanked her hair hard and shoved her forward, pressing her huge tits flat against the glass wall with a squish. The guy on the other side flinched visibly.
"Hiyat?"
She writhed in humiliation, but it wasn't enough to break free of my hold.
"Wrong or not?"
"Heuk. I-I'm not wrong. You're messing up right now, Oppa."
Yu-ra glared at me with teary eyes.
"Better admit it quick? Heh heh, hey, he's filming you."
The man's silhouette knelt, then poked his phone toward the transparent lower glass. Yu-ra, about to make excuses, spotted the stranger's hand and freaked, pleading with me.
"S-Sorry. I won't do it again. Ang! I'm yours, Oppa's. Choi Jun-young's! Never again, aaak! Haak, hang, ah, aaa, euut."
"Should've said that sooner. Too late now."
I whispered shortly into Yu-ra's ear.
"You said you're mine. Prove it now."