#18 Lesbian Assistant to Female Student 1
Leaving Seohyun in a daze, Nayae called Yuchan. It was only natural to seek help from an adult after her roommate had sexually assaulted her in the middle of the night. Even though she was involved, it somehow felt distant, like someone else's story. Nayae, who had thought of Seohyun as a good friend—maybe even a potential lover—spoke with Yuchan for a long time, her eyes brimming with tears. What should she do now? Seohyun was the perpetrator, unfit to comfort the wounded and terrified Nayae. After committing such an act, she no longer deserved to stay by her friend's side.
"Yes, Teacher. Yes, I understand."
Nayae set down her phone and shot a resentful glare at Seohyun, who sat huddled far away.
"The teacher said he'll be here soon. He wants the three of us to talk."
"Nayae... please hear me out. I'm really sorry. I..."
"I don't want to hear it!"
"S-sorry..."
Her sharp voice left a piercing ring in the ears. Trembling with resentment, Nayae shuddered. I did it because I really like you—the words stuck in Seohyun's throat and slid back down. It was probably for the best. How trashy would that sound from Nayae's perspective? Her cheeks still bore the tracks of dried tears. Dressed lightly, Nayae bundled up as if preparing to go out, all because everyone was wary of her now due to Seohyun's actions.
Without experience, Seohyun had jumped to conclusions. If Nayae masturbated thinking of her, she must feel the same way—maybe even want more. Or perhaps she just wanted to believe that. How should she apologize? No, it wasn't the kind of mistake that could be apologized for. At least Nayae had shown mercy. She hadn't called the police right away. But the thought of Yuchan knowing everything made her face burn with shame. She had no face left to show him. He had trusted her in her predicament and introduced his prized student Nayae. In the end, she had completely betrayed that trust.
"He says to come down to the parking lot. I'll go first, so wait a bit and follow."
Nayae didn't wait for a reply. She threw on her coat and slammed the door shut behind her.
Guilt. Despair. After Nayae left, the sensor light blinked lonely in the darkness.
2. It took Seohyun about five minutes after Nayae departed to step into the parking lot. She spotted Yuchan smoking in front of his SUV, leaning casually against it in the moonlight. He didn't greet her. He just exhaled thick clouds of smoke laced with concern. What would happen now? Could even a teacher mediate this? She was undeniably a criminal. Even between women, it was attempted rape. If handed over to the police, she'd lose her job, become the subject of whispers. She could forget working in the industry, and without income, she'd have to crawl back to that suffocating family home. Her parents, who already treated her like a thorn in their side—how would they handle a daughter returning as a sex offender? Yujin would look at her with contempt. She could endure anything else, but that would hurt the most. A parade of despairing futures flashed through her mind.
"Get in."
Approaching him hesitantly like a child awaiting scolding, Seohyun heard Yuchan open the car door. His voice brimmed with pity, nearly bringing tears to her eyes. His softened tone, perhaps to avoid startling her, held no contempt—just sympathy for a young student overcome by impulse. He understood even after what she'd done. That made her feel even more ashamed. Seohyun slid into the passenger seat beside Yuchan, while Nayae stared silently out the back window. The car sped through the night in suffocating silence, gliding smoothly into Yuchan's officetel.
3. "Nayae, go wait in the master bedroom."
"Yes..."
Considering what Nayae had endured, Yuchan seemed intent on one-on-one counseling rather than a three-way confrontation. Leaving Seohyun on the sofa, he opened the window and fetched some liquor—the same bottle he and Nayae had shared earlier. The memory of her own failure to control her sexual urges, hurting Nayae, made her heart ache anew.
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Ah... sure."
Seohyun fidgeted on the sofa like she was on pins and needles. Yuchan lit his cigarette after asking permission, the exhaled smoke looking like a heavy sigh. He hesitated for a long while, then tilted his glass and spoke.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"...I don't. I'm truly sorry."
"You joking?"
"No, it's just... I'm g-gay. Nayae looked so pretty, and with the alcohol..."
Which words to start with? What to apologize for first? Too much to say, and her mouth froze. Unable to meet Yuchan's eyes, Seohyun stared down at her knees.
"What did you do?"
"Huh?"
"Exactly what did you do to Nayae?"
Her mind dulled by confusion, Seohyun didn't question why he asked. She assumed it was for gathering details to resolve things smoothly.
"I... k-kissed her."
"And?"
"T-touched her breasts."
"That's all?"
"Ah... and down below..."
She heard Yuchan stand and pace, but Seohyun kept her eyes fixed on her neatly clasped feet. Exposing her sins in detail was humiliating. What look would he give her once it was all out? She couldn't lift her head.
"Down below?"
"Her... genitals..."
"How did you touch her?"
A flicker of unease crossed Seohyun's mind. Were such detailed questions necessary? But she lacked the nerve to ask now. Just voicing it was mortifying enough.
"Slipped my hand inside her panties... and fingered her..."
"So, how did Nayae's pussy feel?"
"Excuse me? Isn't that question a bit weird?"
Seohyun finally jerked her head up, staring at Yuchan with trembling eyes. This was blatant sexual harassment, nothing less. She'd been a fool to answer innocently. Even in this situation, there were lines. It wasn't just about her dignity—it concerned Nayae's too. And for the first time since sitting across from him, their eyes met. Seohyun's blood ran cold. She had expected Yuchan to be somber over his student's misfortune, but he was flicking his lighter with a twisted grin. His smile reeked of satisfaction, sending chills crawling over her skin like centipedes on bare flesh.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm asking. How did it feel?"
Yuchan crushed her rising protest with a low voice and oppressive aura. Guessing his intent was impossible, but Seohyun snapped anyway.
"Even if I'm trash, are you in your right mind? H-how it felt? This is harassment! Disrespectful to Nayae too!"
"Nayae."
At Yuchan's call, the master bedroom door opened, and Nayae emerged into the living room. Seohyun, about to explode, felt her resolve shrink. No one could stay strong in front of their victim. Nayae stood hesitantly before her like a servant.
"If you can't remember, touch her again now."
"You psycho, Nayae, let's go. This guy's insane."
Seohyun urged Nayae desperately. Even an idiot could tell things were going wrong. They needed to escape. She'd thought he was a good guy, but Yuchan was unhinged. Smooth resolution? Was that the attitude of someone seeking that?
"Why are you just standing there? You heard what he said!"
Seohyun stomped in frustration at Nayae's immobility. As she shot up and grabbed Nayae's shoulders, Nayae spoke in a soft, coaxing voice.
"What are you doing? Touch me. You groped me plenty even when I said no earlier."
"...What?"
Nayae unbuckled her jeans and slid them down to her thighs. Her white panties patterned with blue clouds were fully exposed to Yuchan and Seohyun. It felt like a cosmic horror film—unfathomable events unfolding one after another. Both Yuchan and Nayae seemed mad. Seohyun glanced between them.
"Why pretend to be pure now? Like before—shove your fingers in my pussy and stir, he says."
"N-Nayae! Why are you like this too?"
"Or do I need to show you how with my hand?"
With eerie pressure in her tone, Nayae thrust her crotch toward Seohyun. When she tried to force Seohyun's hand inside her panties, Seohyun yanked it away. It felt like a hidden camera prank. What kind of sick one was this?
"Did you put her up to this?"
Seohyun gritted her teeth, glaring at Yuchan with disgust. She couldn't believe Nayae was doing this willingly. She didn't understand, but she felt Yuchan's malice boiling through Nayae.
Yuchan elegantly drained his glass and relit the cigarette from the ashtray.
"How rude."
"Rude my ass..."
Yuchan suddenly looked like a viper baring its fangs—dangerous. She'd fallen for his nice-guy mask. This was his true nature. Seohyun sensed it instinctively. He tossed a stack of brown paper envelopes onto the table.
"Know what this is?"
"Don't care."
"Tips to twenty major broadcasters and newspapers. Anonymous report: famous twenty-something fitting model sexually assaults her female housemate."
Seohyun's eyes widened. She glanced at Nayae, but her face remained expressionless, simply pulling her jeans back up.
"Coincidentally, the student's home had security cameras. The footage captures the model pouncing on her roommate in full. With the video attached, the scandal will explode."
His mouth opened slowly, like a serpent revealing black fangs.
"Lesbian rape, fitting model, evidence video. Three hot topics people love."
Yuchan shook his phone. It showed Seohyun forcing herself on Nayae, filmed from behind—looking exactly like drunken advances turning coercive.
"Men reading the article will wonder: what footage was leaked? They'll scour global porn sites. Then some anonymous uploader posts the original."
Yuchan rose slowly, like a bear awakening from hibernation. To Seohyun, it looked like coiled darkness unfurling to engulf the world. She could picture it: everything he described coming true. Her worst fears were child's play compared to this. What could have been bad enough on its own ballooned into an avalanche through malicious tampering. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She couldn't predict what lay ahead, but instinctual dread gripped her.
"I hate rudeness. It's a grave sin in itself."
Slithering toward her like a snake on the floor, Yuchan grabbed her breast with a firm grip. Seohyun, untouched by any man before, flinched. She wanted to hurl curses, but words failed. The envelopes before her eyes foretold her fate.
"Luckily, Seohyun has exactly what I like too."
The black serpent had already coiled around her tightly. Yuchan nodded mockingly toward Nayae.
"She's still waiting. Go on, touch her."
As everything danced in the palm of his hand, salvation was nowhere to be found.