Yoon Soyoung, Second of the Delinquents, Gets Her First Masochist Training (1)

"...Idiot."

Lee Dona spat the word out lazily and shut her mouth.

"........."

For some reason, Yoon Soyoung and the sly Jung Haeun had gone quiet as well.

Lee Dona sat there for a while, watching me through languid eyes before she finally spoke.

"...Whatever, forget it. So the business is going well, huh? A million won per review isn't exactly pocket change."

"It's going, more or less. So what'll it be?"

"...You're not about to ask for viral marketing with my face in it, are you?"

"Suspicious as ever. It's nothing like that. No need for photos of you or anything. If it makes you feel better, you pick the place ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and we do it there."

"......"

Lee Dona hemmed and hawed, then finally said,

"...I'll take a look first, that's all. What exactly is this 'review' thing supposed to be?"

"Nothing much. Like Soyoung said, there's stuff like dildos, that sort of thing. You try it out, then give feedback on what felt good and what didn't. That's all there is to it."

"......"

With that, all three of them fell silent.

Lee Dona drummed her fingertips against the stem of her glass, then shot a glance toward Yoon Soyoung, who gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.

Jung Haeun still kept her gaze lowered, her expression unreadable. Sly to the bone, as ever.

Adult toy reviews.

A million won a pop.

But accepting it on the spot would probably leave a bad taste in their mouths.

There was their pride to think of, the embarrassment, and the nagging worry that they might be getting tangled up in something shady.

When the hesitation started to drag on, I picked up my phone and pretended to busy myself with something else.

The moment I did, the three of them huddled close together and began whispering among themselves.

I opened the common sense alteration tab on the app and typed in my sentences.

Of course I knew the app would interpret my intent on its own, but this time I'd written them out myself.

I needed the practice, and with only four slots to cover three people at once, the alterations had to be precise.

I could have purchased more slots, but I didn't have the points to spare right now.

- Ding.

The moment I pressed confirm, the three girls' focus dimmed for the briefest instant, then snapped back.

Yoon Soyoung was the first to react.

She licked her lips and flashed a smile brimming with easy confidence.

"Ha... a million won a pop. I made myself clear, Han Junyoung. Fine, I'll do it. I'm doing this. I said I'm doing it."

"Really? You mean that?"

The common sense alteration I'd applied contained no clause ordering them to take the job. That's not how I do things.

And yet here was Soyoung, volunteering with both hands.

"What, you chickening out? Now that you actually have to shell out a million a pop, suddenly it feels like too much? Han Junyoung, you definitely said a million each."

"Fair warning—once you start, you don't get to quit whenever you feel like it."

Soyoung snorted.

"Ha, listen to this guy with his useless threats. What, toys? Please. I could knock that out in ten minutes flat. All that swagger over nothing."

Lee Dona cut in.

"You begged so hard I'm doing you a special favor. But if you pull even the slightest weird move, you're dead."

"Sure."

Lee Dona added, stumbling over her words.

"A-and I get to pick which toys we use. N-not dildos, though. I hate those."

"Suit yourselves."

Jung Haeun, who had been quietly minding everyone else's reactions, nodded along with a flushed face. Not a single word out of her. Sly to the very end.

"Good. Then let's start right away."

I pulled up Yoon Soyoung's status window.

"......"

Yeah.

Now I had a pretty good idea why Soyoung's satisfaction was so low.

She didn't even know she had masochistic tendencies, and she'd spent her whole career trying to grind men into the dirt beneath her. No wonder her wall satisfaction was in the gutter.

No wonder she did nothing but cycle through men, just like Yerin said.

But today was going to be different.

I bought several dedicated tools for conquering Soyoung from the shop. The instant I hit purchase, the doorbell rang as if summoned by a ghost.

- Ding-dong.

"What the hell?!"

The three of them jolted at the sudden chime from the front door.

Apparently this ridiculous app didn't know what contactless delivery was, either.

I played it off smoothly.

"Nothing to do with you guys. I put in an early-morning delivery order a while ago. That was quick."

I grabbed the box from the entryway, and Lee Dona fixed me with a suspicious squint.

"Han Junyoung. This is seriously sketchy. You didn't hide a camera or something in there, did you? If this turns out to be some hidden-camera prank, I swear I'll make you pay. You know what the law's like these days, right?"

I snorted at that.

"When have I ever been the one to invite you over? You three barged in on your own—how was I supposed to know and hide anything?"

"......"

"If you're that suspicious, search wherever you like."

At my words, the three of them started poking around here and there, half-convinced and still doubtful.

Not that anything was going to turn up.

"There really is nothing... how does a person live somewhere this bare?"

"We all knew Han Junyoung had some kind of clean-freak thing even back in the day. That's Seo Yerin's doing. That girl took a perfectly good human being and broke him."

"......"

"Oh, I've seen this one before... Junyoung, you still have this shirt?"

"......"

To think she still remembered what clothes I owned. Sly as ever, Jung Haeun.

I let the three of them ransack my room for a decent interval, then spoke up.

"Done searching? Then we should get started."

One by one, I laid the tools out in front of the three who'd come up empty-handed.

"......"

A wand vibrator, a leather paddle, and a silicone dildo.

Basic hundred-point items, every one of them.

But all three of them clamped their mouths shut.

Lee Dona still held her chin high, refusing to be cowed, but her breathing had grown a touch ragged at the sight of toys she'd never laid eyes on before.

Jung Haeun shielded her enormous chest behind the bag she was hugging, ears red to the tips, staring at the implements like a woman entranced. Every last one of her movements was sly through and through.

The one to break the silence was, naturally, Soyoung. She smacked Jung Haeun on the shoulder and scoffed.

"God, you're not a middle schooler—why are you covering up? Kinda cute, though."

Then she prodded the silicone dildo lying on the table with a fingertip and smirked.

"Ha, and this is all you've got? Han Junyoung, I've seen so much of this stuff it doesn't even register anymore. If anything, asking me for a round would at least be honest."

The ridiculous girl was posturing again. Yerin had stripped this girl's bluffs bare more times than I could count.

I said flatly.

"Let me say it again—this isn't sex. All you have to do is answer honestly about what feels good and where."

"So it's not sex because there's toys involved? Fine, it's work, whatever."

Soyoung smirked.

But I knew the truth through the app.

For all her talk of being loose and daring, she had never once in her life felt a proper orgasm.

In her own head, that non-experience made this just some cheap toy. Well. We'd see about that.

Soyoung crossed her arms and asked, still doubtful.

"Hey, Han Junyoung. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You're definitely good for a million won a round, right?"

"I'll deposit it up front if you want."

"Hah, forget it. You think I'd chicken out? A million per toy, right? Then I'll do all three of those. That's three million won, baby."

"All three? You sure about that? There's a dildo in there, you know."

Soyoung flinched, then quickly covered it with bravado.

"What, scared? It's just a toy. What is this, the Joseon era? Pardon me, Your Honor the Scholar."

"Soyoung, you..."

"Don't stop me. It's now or never."

Soyoung cut Lee Dona off before she could intervene.

I smiled.

"Fine. Have it your way."

I pointed at the middle of the bed.

"Get down."

"...Get down?"

"Yeah. Aren't you here to work?"

"......"

Soyoung's eyes wavered for a moment.

The humiliating pose—ass hoisted up like a dog in heat, bared and offered for the taking. But the common sense alteration folded that flimsy pride right up.

"Ha, fine. I'll do it. But don't you dare drool over my ass, you pathetic loser."

Soyoung crawled onto the bed as Han Junyoung instructed and hoisted her hips high.

When she bent her upper body down deep, her hoodie rode up with it, baring her slim waist in full.

"Nervous?"

"Ha, wh-who's nervous?"

But every time her breathing quickened, her hips gave a faint sway. Junyoung ran his palm down that rounded curve.

"Y-you pervert! You said this wasn't sex!"

Soyoung's spine jolted at the hot hand gliding over her ass, and she yelped at him shrilly.

"I'm telling you to relax. How are you going to review anything in that state? Don't forget you're on the clock."

At Junyoung's dry voice, Soyoung shut her mouth.

'...It's work. Nothing I can do about it.'

That was what Soyoung told herself.

Right away her zipper slid down, and her hot pants were stripped to her ankles in an instant. Her panty line showed through the sheer stocking fabric.

- Zzzzrip!

"Hhk?!"

Soyoung jumped.

She felt a firm grip between her legs, and then her stockings were torn away without mercy.

With a sharp ripping sound the thin fabric shredded apart, and her snow-white thighs and ass were bared through the ruined stockings. Soyoung whipped her head around in shock.

"Hey! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Why'd you rip perfectly good stockings?! Are you insane?!"

"It's work. I'll pay you properly."

"...Do whatever you want."

At the word work, Yoon Soyoung bit her lip hard and buried her face in the bed again. Lee Dona and Jung Haeun, watching from behind, swallowed dryly and held their breath.

Junyoung's finger slid smoothly between her parted legs.

"Ugh......"

Soyoung had always bragged about her wealth of experience, but this kind of explicit, overbearing atmosphere was a first in her life.

"Ah......"

Soyoung was flustered. She couldn't understand herself.

Was it just nerves?

The crotch of her thin panties was already soaked through, clinging to her skin. From behind, the outline of her pussy would be staring right back between her raised cheeks.

"Hahng...!"

Soyoung startled. Junyoung's index finger had pressed down, rubbing her clit through her soaked panties.

"What, I haven't even done anything yet. What's with you?"

"I never—!"

"Just now?"

"Hah!"

Soyoung scoffed.

"You think a little finger-work like this would make me blink?"

Soyoung always did this.

"I've dated plenty of men, you know? Don't mess with me."

Soyoung bluffed, as she always did.

'...I shouldn't have said anything.'

And as always, she regretted it almost immediately.