Childhood Friend Seo Yerin, Blanket Kicks, and a 24-Hour Restraint Nipple-Orgasm Reservation / The Iljin Pack, Second Encounter

Seo Yerin, in a milking play session.

I swallowed, hard. That promised to be quite the show.

No, forget "quite the show." I had to see it.

I wanted to try it. Desperately.

"Points are enough, though......"

I had 4,300 points at the moment.

Those two came to three thousand points together.

I could afford them.

"......No."

I barely dragged my finger back from the purchase button.

For one thing, this was no place to be squandering points. And more than anything—

"I'm scared."

The woman had tormented me half to death yesterday and then threatened to kill me.

Mostly in jest, sure, but that didn't mean I could afford not to watch my back.

"......It was a joke. Right?"

Yerin. Right? You'd never actually stab me?

Well, more than anything, Yerin needed time to recover.

Her body, yes, but more than that, her mind.

She'd pissed herself in the living room. In front of the person she lived with.

Call it play all you like—she'd voided her bladder.

"...That has to be a shock."

She certainly seemed shocked enough.

This morning she'd thrown nothing but a pillow at me instead of curses. That alone said it all.

"If she hadn't even managed the pillow......"

It would have been a genuine catastrophe.

Yerin needed time to recover.

I scrolled further down the app.

It looked like I could finally try out the skills I'd been curious about.

"......"

From the preview, Clairvoyance was exactly what it sounded like: a personal CCTV feed. And Insight—

"......'Read their psychology,' huh."

But the description was vague, and something about it snagged on me.

"Level 1? Surface stage?"

I tapped the [Surface Stage] entry.

"......Hmm."

So the surface stage only caught whatever thoughts happened to be floating on top.

"But if it says level 1......"

That meant this wasn't the ceiling.

Presumably, like user enhancement, each stage would demand steeper points.

User enhancement had doubled its price with every tier.

"Well, I suppose at higher levels you could read someone's deep psyche."

Getting that far would obviously cost a fortune.

And come to think of it, there was something I'd been dying to know.

"......Yerin. What on earth goes on in that head of yours? Why do you love passing-out play so much?"

Could this actually tell me why she loved it? Or was that buried too deep for a surface read?

"...Worth buying, either way."

Heart thumping, I purchased both skills.

First and foremost, I needed to check on Yerin's condition right now.

Then it hit me—she'd left me a zero-star review.

"......She wouldn't post another zero-star review right after masturbating... would she?"

What was Yerin doing? What was she thinking?

Was she okay?

"...Touch yourself and see what happens. You're going straight to the chastity belt."

I activated Clairvoyance first.

I designated Seo Yerin as the target and switched the skill on.

-Ding!

"Oh... so this is what it feels like."

Something chimed through my skull, and then an image began to play—as if a CCTV feed were streaming directly into my brain.

"......"

As if I'd mounted a camera in the living room, I could see Yerin's bedroom door. Before long, her voice reached me too.

From behind her door, Yerin was hollering to check whether I was home.

Then she cracked the door open and crawled out.

The usual braless camisole and absurdly short dolphin shorts. Her legs had stiffened up completely, wobbling like jelly with every step—quite the sight.

Yerin shuffled to the kitchen table, slumped into a chair, and stared blankly at the egg soup I'd left simmering for her.

She was murmuring something, but I couldn't make it out.

I zoomed the feed in. The volume rose along with it.

Still too faint. I zoomed in a little more—

"Whoa—shit!"

I shot out of my chair.

Yerin had jumped up out of nowhere and started screaming her lungs out.

When I looked closer in alarm, she was flat-out bashing her forehead into the table.

"......"

Every headbutt rattled the egg soup and the side dishes on the table. If she knocked them over and broke a bowl, that would be a problem.

Yerin couldn't have cared less. She just kept hammering her head down.

"......Yeah. Anyone could look at that and see a crazy bitch."

Yerin rose all the way up, clawed at her own hair, and shrieked.

"......"

Yerin froze. Something like a heavy object rolling across the floor sounded from the upstairs apartment.

She glanced up, gingerly reading the ceiling, then flopped back down into her chair.

She stared blankly at the egg soup a while ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠longer. Then she picked up her spoon and began to eat.

What was that?

A faint whisper came through.

I was terrified she'd start screaming again, but I couldn't not raise the volume.

A chill crawled up the back of my neck.

"......"

Slurping egg soup with one side of her mouth while the other never stopped issuing murder promises.

Was that deranged filly of a girl actually planning to kill me?

"......If I reported that, they'd actually haul her in, wouldn't they?"

Should I call it in first?

No. Not yet. It might be nothing but talk.

Swallowing drily, I switched on the new skill.

-Ding!

Yerin's thoughts came pouring into my head, fast-scrolling, somewhere between text and voice.

"......"

Delicious, or murder. Those were the options.

Food and killing people. That was the entire repertoire.

Yerin. Are those seriously the only two things in there?

"You truly are a beast, Yerin......"

I heaved a long sigh and kept reading.

The tone of Yerin's text-plus-voice stream shifted, ever so slightly.

Something embarrassed in it.

"I knew it......"

She was admitting it to herself, at least. Even I could tell she hadn't hated it.

Yerin kept broadcasting, embarrassment bleeding through every line.

Before long, Yerin's stream turned vicious.

Yerin shot up screaming, then dropped right back into her chair and started shoveling down egg soup.

Screaming, then soup. Soup, then screaming. Then suddenly slamming her palm down on the table.

A groan escaped me on its own.

"There's no other word for it, Yerin. A crazy bitch......"

She genuinely looked insane.

"There are degrees even to a blanket kick, Yerin......"

Mad Yerin kept streaming her thoughts.

"......"

I shut down Seo Yerin's window.

There was no point watching any more of this.

She'd probably stay like that until every last shred of shame burned off.

When someone's blanket-kicking over their own cringe history, the decent thing is to leave them alone. Don't touch it. Don't look.

And yet she was worried I'd do it again.

"Anyone who heard that would take it as 'please do it again,' Yerin...."

Even by my own standards, I'd gone far. And she hadn't hated it.

I turned it over in my head. Doing it again was fine. The problem was the day after.

In that state, would she genuinely try to kill me? For doing it to her again?

"Yerin. Spare me, I beg. I shall grant you the throne and the empire both. Only spare me."

No answer came.

"Young Lady Yerin. Show mercy. Did I not brew you egg soup?"

Muttering whatever came to mind, I looked at my phone.

"......"

Two skills, one thousand points.

I heard myself mutter.

"......Seven million more and that would've been a hundred million."

A mere 1,700 points short of five thousand.

If I hadn't bought Clairvoyance and Insight just now—if I'd given Seo Yerin or Lee Jieun one more light round of torment—I could have cashed out a hundred million won on the spot.

Neither of them could have refused, not with common sense alteration in place.

"A hundred million won for five thousand points......"

Thinking about it made my head swim all over again.

No—every time I opened the exchange menu, a faint vertigo rolled through me.

An app that handed over a hundred million apiece just for roughing up a few women.

Yesterday, merely bullying Seo Yerin had deposited 2,500 points.

With my upgraded stamina it wasn't even strenuous. If I rotated through two a day—no, several a day—

"Whew......"

I fought to gather my scattered wits.

I couldn't let myself be buried under the money right in front of me.

If money drove me mad and I abused Yerin because of it, my priorities would have inverted completely.

The app was useful, but I couldn't let it hypnotize me entirely and steal the initiative.

If I handed this thing the reins, tormented girls on its schedule, and started mistaking that money for something I'd earned through my own ability—

I'd seen far too many people treat heaven-dropped money as their birthright, plan be damned, and end in public ruin. Lottery winners—no, super-jackpot billionaires worth hundreds of billions blowing through it all however they pleased and ending their lives in disgrace; the feeds served those stories up every time I got bored.

And this app wasn't even that dependable.

Above all, it expanded its own features whenever it pleased. Which meant nothing stopped it from shutting one off one day, just as arbitrarily.

Don't be seduced by the money.

Money mattered, of course. Just not more than Yerin.

Money was a tool. Nothing more.

"......I need to identify the conditions for keeping this app running, and build a system around them."

The app would keep running.

I already knew the condition.

Build a structure so the women's registrations never got released.

"Meaning I have to make them write reviews while managing their star ratings at the same time."

How, though?

"Hmm......"

I'd have to think it through.

Seo Yerin was satisfied for now, but she was exactly the type who could sour on repeated play without warning.

Which meant the structure demanded a constant supply of new toys. And yet rotating in new toys every single ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time was its own awkward proposition.

After scrolling down for a long while, I found an entry I'd never seen before.

"Hmm......"

In other words, once enough points piled up, I'd get to design the concepts myself.

For example......

A full-body restraint rig with twenty-four hours of continuous nipple orgasms, say......

"Yerin. You keep writing zero-star reviews, so don't you think you've earned a little punishment?"

"......"

No answer came.

I shook my head to cool myself down.

"......Let's shelve the toys for now."

It would be fun, but from another angle it was just more of the same stimulation.

A pervert like Seo Yerin might wake up one day craving something else entirely, and I couldn't just keep piling up hardware on blind faith.

In that case, for now......

"......Might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as well head to school."

The app was the app. Life still needed living.

By the time I'd cleared my schedule and was passing the school's main gate, I was feeling a little impatient.

"Yerin. Obsessing over that collar like that? That's as good as asking me to do it again, isn't it?"

Needless to say, no answer came.

But even a surface-level read had made it painfully obvious that Yerin genuinely wanted it again.

Put the collar on her, and she'd protest at first, then play the reluctant victim and let herself be led out all over again.

"Assuming I don't die from the play's aftereffects, that is."

"...."

"Then again, if you die from being toyed with, that's a pretty decent life, no?"

Needless to say, no ans—

"Hey. Han Junyoung."

A shrill voice cut in from behind me.

And exactly one person besides Yerin called me in that tone.

I turned around and had no choice but to scrunch my brow.

"......You three still hang around here?"

The three iljin bitches I'd crossed paths with yesterday stood in a row.

"Han Junyoung. Why'd you just walk off yesterday without even acknowledging us?"

"......"

"Come to think of it, Seo Yerin was there too. Was it because of her?"

The unni bitch crossed her arms and needled closer, spoiling for a fight.

"Han Junyoung. Still busy playing Seo Yerin's lapdog, I see?"

"......"

"That girl threw a fit back in high school about getting into the same college as you, and in the end she got caught and collared after all. Moron."

Lee Dona looked me up and down, then glanced at my hands and smirked.

"Then again, one look at the state of you and it makes sense. You still haven't done anything worth doing, have you?"

"........."

-Beep beep.

The app's notification chimed without warning. I opened my phone.

"...So that's how it is."

"Han Junyoung. What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

I smirked.

"Funny—from where I'm standing, you three haven't done anything either."

"......"