Still, the Dirty World (4)
"Feeling dizzy? How are you holding up?"
"Mmm.... No."
"You with me?"
"I'm fine...."
His voice was anything but fine. Even if he still had his wits about him, he might well have believed he was walking home under his own power.
Fortunately his place wasn't far from the park, so I managed to get Junhyeok safely to his front door. It was strange that even in a world where the concept of mana had been introduced and was transforming the quality of life, crumbling 1980s-style apartment buildings like this still existed.
Under the sparsely lit yellow streetlamps, the peeling paint on the building walls and the fence looked desolate. There weren't any lights inside the complex either, so if someone with bad intentions dragged a person inside right now, it wouldn't even look out of place.
The place I'd lived before hadn't been this bad.... A sudden wave of pity washed over me.
Creeeak—when I opened the door to the building, a musty semi-basement smell hit me full in the face and I couldn't help gagging. I'd spent so long living in luxury that I'd clearly forgotten my place.
I'd wanted to go home with someone like this too. Thinking that, I was about to poke Junhyeok awake when I saw the keyhole and stopped myself.
"...No electronic key either."
They weren't even expensive equipment anymore, yet the place reeked of poverty. Of course, right now that was fortunate. I could get in without knowing a code.
In basements like this, the place to hide a key was obvious. Given his personality, he'd have the mindset that no one would bother stealing from him and just stash the key somewhere random. Like a flower pot awkwardly placed next to the entrance for no good reason.
"Waaah?!"
The moment I lifted the pot, a cockroach went skittering away with a cheerful little peekaboo, and I screamed in pure shock. No matter how many times I saw those things, I could never get used to them. Every hair on my body stood on end.
Clutching my pounding chest, I took a few deep breaths, then turned on my phone flashlight, lifted the pot again, and grabbed the key.
I stuck it in the keyhole and—click. It had been a hard-fought battle.
"Phew."
After all that trouble, the moment we got inside, Junhyeok sprawled out on the floor without even taking off his shoes. With a wardrobe, drawers, and bed crammed into a room the size of a postage stamp, there was barely space to put your feet. It was a goshiwon-style room where the idea of eating while watching TV was absolutely impossible. Even if you couldn't see them, there was definitely mold behind the wardrobe and drawers.
What a hard life. Pity kept me from leaving. It was like looking at my old self. I knew all too well how lonely it must feel to wake up alone in this dark room where sunlight barely reached even in the morning.
"Hey. Don't sleep here."
Since I'd already gone through the trouble, I decided to at least get him onto the bed. I practically dragged the collapsed Junhyeok and managed to lay him down. Sleeping on the floor would wreck his back.
I was about to leave, then sat for a moment and watched him sleep.
"Huff, huff...."
Junhyeok's rough breathing echoed loudly in the tiny room. He tossed and turned a little, as if having a bad dream. I reached out and gently stroked his hair.
"Sleep well."
I didn't know what he was dreaming about. But at least while he slept, he should be allowed to rest easy.
In a completely different, high-pitched voice from usual, Junhyeok mumbled as he tossed and turned.
"...No...."
"What?"
"I didn't steal it.... Uncle...."
Junhyeok scrunched up his face and curled into a ball.
His hands gripping the blanket clenched tight.
"...Please let me out...."
In a tiny, childlike voice, Junhyeok mumbled pitifully.
My heart sank.
After losing his parents, it wasn't just that his relatives hadn't taken him in—he'd been abused? At that young age?
My lips trembled. Without realizing it, the hand clutching my skirt hem clenched the way Junhyeok was gripping the blanket.
"...Please, it wasn't me.... Let me out...."
Junhyeok suffering even in his dreams was so pitiful that I—
Lonely....
On some sudden whim, I pulled Junhyeok's face into an embrace.
And I stroked the hair of that little boy who'd become an adult without any preparation, with everything I had.
"It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It's okay...."
Who was I saying that to?
I was clearly speaking to Junhyeok, but the scenes floating through my mind were of myself in my old studio apartment. The me who couldn't meet anyone, whose resentment and anger turned into resignation and then self-loathing, who couldn't do a single thing. While comforting Junhyeok, at the same time—
I was seeing myself in him.
Then Junhyeok suddenly reached out his arms.
"Ugh...!"
And yanked me down onto the bed. What the hell is this, I thought, eyes going wide as I looked at him—but he was just sleeping soundly again, breathing softly. Apparently something warm nearby had made him want to grab onto it.
The bed didn't smell as bad as I'd expected. A warm scent filled the whole mattress starting from the pillow. I'd thought it would reek of staleness. Unexpected.
Thinking those useless thoughts, I lifted my head and suddenly Junhyeok's face was incredibly close. Looking at him sleeping deeply with somewhat steadier breathing in the darkness—
What.
My heart started pounding fast.
What is this. Why at a time like this...!
No—maybe the timing wasn't the problem.... Whether it was fear from being suddenly pulled onto the bed, or the alcohol, I wasn't sure, but—
My heart was beating incredibly fast, and loudly.
I must be going crazy. Maybe I was the one who was properly drunk. What was I, what was I thinking...!
My lips went dry and my heart kept racing, so thinking this was dangerous, I carefully put some distance between myself and Junhyeok. I'd been careful not to make too much noise and wake him when bolting out.
"...Someone please...."
Still suffering in his dream, Junhyeok tried to grab the blanket like before, but finding nothing in his hand, he urgently reached out his arm—and there—
"Ah?"
My horn was. The moment he grabbed one horn, with all the force of someone gripping a blanket—
"...Help me...."
Squeeze. When he clenched the horn—
Crack, came an ominous sound along with—
"......Nngh!!"
My whole body instantly heated up.
Worries about making a scene and such flew out of my head in an instant, and unbearable pleasure began spreading through my entire body like ink.
"Hah, nngh! Haaauuugh...!"
Even as I twisted my whole body and rolled on the floor from the unbearable pleasure, there was one strange thing.
I got that the horn had broken. It hadn't been on purpose, but at least it didn't hurt the way I'd been worried it would, so that was good.
But why was my body like this when clearly no one was holding my horn anymore?
"Nngh, haaung, hnnngh!"
Lewd sounds that would make me want to kill myself tomorrow if someone were recording kept flowing from my mouth against my will. I wasn't deliberately trying to describe moans. It was just—this unpleasant heat tickling my lower belly was driving me insane.
"Nnngh...!"
My chest was hot and I could already feel below getting disgracefully wet. And my underwear kept sticking, creating unwanted contact every time I moved my legs, amplifying the torment even more.
My chest felt not just hot but hard. So stiff that even clothes brushing against it hurt. Then as I twisted my body, my chest scraped hard against the floor—
"......!!!"
...Just from scraping the floor, I came.
Making these lewd sounds and twitching in a room where a guy was sleeping was truly the worst. Shame washed over me and I wanted to die, but without even time for embarrassment, my body grew even more sensitive until every bit of skin was feeling pleasure.
"Why the hell is this...!"
Don't tell me. The thought reaching that far, my gaze landed on Junhyeok's hand.
A horn fragment.
No matter how I thought about it, that was the only thing.
What is this, a remote control?!
No time to lament how lewd this body was. If I didn't snatch that away quickly, I could literally go all the way.
Continued stimulation made every corner of my body tingle. Comparing it to my experience as a man, it was similar to that sensation when a sensitive cock after ejaculation touches underwear and twitches somehow—happening all over my body every second. So to put it in one word—
I felt like I was going to die.
"Hey you.... Give that back."
"Uuunngh...."
"I'm completely falling apart right now, if you...!"
Nearly crying as I begged, I started forcibly prying open Junhyeok's grip. I tried grabbing the fingers of that hand tightly to snatch the horn fragment, but—
Instead, with his other hand that wasn't holding the horn fragment, Junhyeok slowly stroked my hand—
"Hyaaaaaaung!!"
Another bizarre moan burst out. Coming just from having my hand touched. Sensitivity beyond imagination. Villains in hentai who raise heroines' sensitivity with aphrodisiacs to torment them all deserve to be torn apart. This was truly enormously painful and humiliating.
Even as I gasped for breath feeling like I'd lose my mind from the surging stimulation, my body kept heating up. Because of my twitching body, my hands started trembling, wanting to soothe myself on their own.
I want to feel better. It's too agonizing.
The thought that maybe doing it myself would be okay.... flashed through my mind, and immediately—
Slap—I really smacked my own cheek hard.
That won't do.
It was a matter of dignity. If I lost to pleasure as a girl, I felt like I really wouldn't be able to go back to how I was before.
So I bit my lip and decided to endure. Gripping my already soaked uniform skirt, I crawled to the wall and leaned against it. Even then, to not lose to the surging pleasure, I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed my whole body.
After losing consciousness a few times and grabbing hold again, repeatedly—
Finally morning came, and Junhyeok woke up.
"Philin...?"
It was no wonder Junhyeok with his blank expression couldn't continue speaking.
A girl from the same department—one he liked, no less—sitting slumped against the wall with one horn tip broken, out of it, drooling tears and spit, trembling all over like she'd been electrocuted. Plus the floor was covered in liquid I didn't even want to explain.
It was fortunate, if you could call it that, that he was such a proper guy that his lust didn't boil over even facing a girl expressing the word climax with her whole body first thing in the morning.
"Philin, what. What's wrong?!"
"Augh, hah, dam—.... nngh, hnn, ughh...."
Was calling this three-syllable name this hard. But unfortunately Junhyeok was such a good student that seeing me looking urgent, he naturally jumped out of bed and ran to me—
Oh no—the moment he grabbed both my shoulders—
"Ahnnnnaaaaah!!"
Right in front of Junhyeok's eyes, I curled up, trembling fully, and let out another hot scream.
Looking at the floor that got wet again like an unending spring—
I seriously considered biting my tongue right then.
I want to die of embarrassment. Sincerely....