#25 Choice (2)
Seohyun watched Yujin's retreating figure until it vanished from sight, then wiped away her tears. Her outstretched arm fell limply. She had witnessed the moment their precious fifteen-year friendship shattered into pieces—by her own hand. Yujin, blissfully ignorant, would only think that Seohyun had stolen the teacher she'd had a crush on.
"This is it, right?"
This is it. Now Yujin was safe. As if vowing it to no one in particular, Seohyun murmured.
"Congrats. You lost a friend but saved one in the process. Such a noble resolve."
She wanted to slam her fist into Yuchan's solar plexus for that mocking remark from beside her. No, in truth, not even that urge surfaced. It was just a hollow rebellion squeezed out from her disgust at her own powerlessness in his grasp.
All Yuchan had demanded of her was one thing: acknowledge their relationship as lovers and kiss in front of Yujin. She hadn't quite pulled off the acknowledgment convincingly, but Yujin wasn't a fool—she'd figure out what kind of relationship she and Yuchan had. And Seohyun could foresee the tragedy that would unfold afterward. Touching each other's lovers was an absolute taboo in friendship. She and Yujin would never face each other as friends again. Yujin would despise her forever, never knowing the truth. The only consolation was that contempt would turn toward Yuchan too.
Verbal contracts meant nothing with him. He always habitually claimed to keep his promises, but if breaking them seemed more amusing, he'd shatter his word without hesitation. Yujin was a properly raised girl. Even if Seohyun had betrayed her first, Yujin wouldn't stoop to seducing Yuchan or stabbing her in the back. In other words, even if Seohyun had stolen him first, Yujin would uphold her last shred of loyalty. This had prevented Yujin from walking into Yuchan's clutches of her own accord.
Yet thinking she'd never see Yujin again—the one she'd trusted and leaned on all this time—felt like a chunk had been torn from her chest. Blood poured out.
"I'm hungry. Wanna grab something to eat?"
What was he thinking, forcing this on her? Watching Yuchan casually bring up dinner, Seohyun pondered. A faint ominous premonition stirred. She'd thought herself accustomed to his callousness, his utter lack of humanity after enduring it so many times. But one thing was certain: he was hypersensitive to anything that cost him personally. And this little performance had come at a price for him too. He'd lost the trust of Yujin, who had believed in and followed him. He'd forfeited an advantage that would have fallen into his lap eventually. Seohyun couldn't be sure if the merit of severing ties with Yujin outweighed the demerit of losing her. So there had to be some other scheme at play—that was her conclusion.
"What do you wanna eat?"
The night market had plenty of options, but she had no appetite. She just wanted to go home and rest right now. Her chest felt hollow with loss.
"I wanna go home."
"We're out for once—better grab some food. Besides, we're heading straight to my place anyway."
"Can't I rest today?"
Yuchan draped his arm over Seohyun's slumped shoulders, pulling her close. He brought his mouth to her pale earlobe and nibbled it gently. Amid the chilling revulsion, Seohyun clenched her fists and endured.
"Today's the best day ever. The day Seohyun gave up what she treasured most with her own hands."
"...I just protected Yujin from you."
"Still hurts, though."
As he said, Seohyun felt exhausted, on the verge of collapse. If Yuchan weren't there—if not for her stubborn pride refusing to show weakness—she might have collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yuchan licked her earlobe languidly and whispered, "Your expression is truly beautiful. So alluring, so decadent."
"Psycho bastard..."
"I'm going to teach you about loss. I'll strip away everything you hold one by one, until you find yourself in the deepest despair, craving only me."
"That'll never happen!"
Yuchan's firm hand slipped into the waistband of Seohyun's skinny jeans. Even as he kneaded her ass like dough, she couldn't twitch a finger.
"We'll see about that."
It wouldn't be long before Seohyun understood his words.
2. After a light snack, Yuchan and Seohyun returned home together. Seohyun hadn't touched what he'd ordered for her, just poked at it, so Yuchan devoured her share too. He sent her straight to the bathroom for her shower and enema, preparing a surprise in the meantime. When Seohyun emerged, her eyes were puffy—likely from crying in there. Judging that clothes were unnecessary, she came out naked, a sign of how accustomed she'd become to life as his sex slave.
"Gotta earn some money today too, huh?"
"Do whatever."
Yuchan called Seohyun into the bedroom multiple times, embracing her each time. She was a convenient call girl. As long as she wasn't working, she'd spread her legs anytime in bed. The cash he'd tossed her this month alone could buy another one of his SUVs. No regrets there. Tossing bundles of bills onto her heaving belly, slick with cum leaking from every hole, and watching her face twist in humiliation? Worth every penny. After dirtying herself with him, she'd obsessively entwine with Nayae as if purifying herself. He had videos of all that too.
"Huh? Seohyun."
Entering the bedroom with Yuchan, Seohyun doubted her eyes. The room, which should have been empty, had Nayae pacing about. Spotting Seohyun, Nayae glanced at Yuchan in panic.
"Did you tell Seohyun too?"
"Yeah. Strip and get ready."
"Yes."
Nayae shed her clothes with practiced ease, showing no hesitation at baring herself before a man—as if it were her duty.
Seohyun glared at Yuchan, eyes wide. "You said you wouldn't touch Nayae."
This was a breach of promise. But as she geared up to confront him thoroughly, she felt something thin connecting her heart snap. She couldn't explain exactly what it was. But her defiance toward Yuchan, her urge to protest the broken deal, her rage—all plummeted into the depths of her heart, into an unseen abyss. She no longer wanted to continue this pointless struggle. No matter how she thrashed, beating Yuchan was impossible. In that despair thicker than tar, as it enveloped her body, Seohyun let everything go. And strangely, her mind eased. Resignation.
Glancing sidelong at Seohyun standing there blankly like someone who'd lost it all, Nayae scurried to Yuchan and nestled into his arms. Then, as if making excuses:
"Sorry for lying, Seohyun. Truth is, I've already been fucking the teacher at the academy. He told me to keep it secret from you, so I didn't say anything."
For just over a week, Seohyun had felt a semblance of escape. After Yuchan's torments, Nayae would greet her with a smile at home. They'd share beautiful lovemaking, her soft body comforting her. Even if it was pseudo-romance, Nayae's smiles blooming in their bond had given her a sliver of hope. Hope that Nayae was drifting from Yuchan's control, that her sacrifices were paying off. No, she'd just wanted to believe that. Despite knowing his cruelty, she'd judged by what she saw, refusing to imagine the unseen.
"....."
"You're not mad, right?"
"Nayae, start by servicing him with your mouth first."
Nayae, who'd been watching Seohyun, fixed her gaze instantly on Yuchan's cock as he dropped his pants. A shift that said Seohyun's crumbling heart meant nothing.
"Ah... Getting to do it with Teacher twice a day... I love it so much... hehe..."
Nayae's briefly worried eyes melted stickily the moment she saw his erect shaft. Yuchan's cock had hardened the instant he glimpsed Seohyun's despairing face.
"Can I suck it now?"
"Of course~ Show Seohyun how to deepthroat properly as an example."
Seohyun's gaze slid to Nayae. Her refined face, flushed with arousal, overflowed with lust. A bitch in heat. No other words fit that vulgar expression. Even with Seohyun, Nayae had never shown a face like that. She'd panted in ecstasy but always maintained some dignity, never crossing that line.
"Gulk!! Cough..!! Glurk...!!"
Seohyun watched Nayae squat and bury her face in Yuchan's crotch. She forced the long shaft into her tiny mouth, gagging. Her slender throat bulged, transparent saliva dripping from her lips.
Was Nayae always like this? It was hard to comprehend.
"Taking it deep down the throat like Nayae—that's true fellatio. Your sloppy blowjobs were honestly a waste of money."
Stroking Nayae's head, Yuchan savored the sensation leisurely. Seohyun stared at him with sad eyes, her mind frozen. Even before despair, she'd stubbornly clung to her own hope—but now it snapped like dry wood.
"Was the pretend romance fun? Telling Nayae 'I love you' every day, rolling around in bed together."
"....."
Friend lost, love lost. What remained in these pathetic hands?
Yuchan grabbed Nayae's head, pulling out slightly before thrusting deep into one cheek. Her smooth oral mucosa stretched from inside, puffing her cheek out. Nayae grinned sloppily, her lower face drenched in spit, cock in mouth, giggling as if thrilled.
"Hehe... slurp..."
Even showing such an obscene fellatio face to her friend, she diligently licked the shaft with her tongue. Seohyun wasn't even on her radar.
"Nayae turns into this just from sucking cock. A face of happiness you've never seen, right?"
"....."
"Everything—her saying she loves you, scissoring in bed, playing with toys—it's all to wear this face."
"....."
"Thought you were saving her? That getting closer would draw out my poison?"
"....."
"The answer's right here. Wanna see?"
Yuchan shoved Nayae's head hard. Off-balance in her squat, she toppled backward but quickly knelt before him again, looking up.
"Wh-why, Teacher?"
"Wait."
Yuchan slowly rolled his saliva-slick cock over her pretty face. Nayae's flawless pale skin became speckled with spit. Yet her eyes never left it. Her half-open mouth flicked her tongue instinctively.
"Nayae, what do you want to do with this?"
"Shove it in my pervert pussy and make me squeal quick... My pussy's already soaked, squelching like this... Look!"
No hesitation—Nayae answered instantly, slipping fingers beneath her and making wet splashing sounds. Like a junkie begging for drugs.
Yuchan told her, "If you want Teacher's cock, slap Seohyun's cheek. Make it echo."
"Huh?"
Nayae's eyes widened in surprise. Yuchan grabbed her wrist, pulling the bewildered girl before Seohyun. Like watching a play, Seohyun observed her reality. What comedy was this? A protagonist suffering alone, clinging to a worthless friendship. No audience for such a farce.
Seohyun waited silently for Nayae's next move.