Choice (3)
Nayae felt like a lost child wandering a maze, facing countless forks in the road. Seohyun stood rigidly at attention, staring blankly at her, while Yuchan watched the two with curious eyes. Like a puppy unsure how to handle its first strange situation, Nayae glanced back and forth between them.
Han Seohyun. Her roommate because of Yuchan's orders. At first, she'd seemed like nothing more than a thieving cat trying to steal him away. But as time passed living together, Nayae had come to see her good side. Their friendship, once just an act, had gradually turned real—Seohyun was a good friend and a partner in bed.
Why would Teacher ask her to slap that Seohyun?
Nayae rubbed her thighs together. Just from taking Yuchan's cock deep into her throat, her crotch was already sticky. It had to be the love juices leaking out. Right now, she wanted him to grab her by the hair and pound her roughly.
But... she couldn't have that unless she slapped Seohyun.
"Because... you said you'd give me your cock if I slapped Seohyun's cheek..."
Muttering softly to herself, Nayae raised her hand. She was a female born to serve Teacher. Nothing more than a useless pet without that purpose. And yet, her hand froze in place, refusing to move.
"Nayae?"
"Y-yes!"
At Yuchan's low call of her name amid her hesitation, he stepped closer. His cock stood rigid like a club, prodding at her stomach. Nayae flinched as it poked her sensitive lower belly, right where her womb nestled, letting out a wistful sigh.
"Why hesitate? Is Seohyun more important than my cock?"
"N-no... it's not like that... or is it? No... what is this... huh?"
Like a broken machine, Nayae trembled. She looked like a hypothermia patient. Yuchan gently stroked her head and whispered in her ear.
"Just close your eyes tight and slap her cheek. Then this will be yours."
He pulled her hand down, wrapping it around his shaft. Her cold fingers gripped the hot meat tightly. The bulging veins throbbed pounding in her small palm.
Yuchan was inwardly surprised by Nayae's resistance. He'd expected her to gleefully smack Seohyun's face. Had embracing Nayae's body and directing her venom at Seohyun drained it away? Or was some remnant of the fragile girl inside her rejecting violence against a friend?
Yuchan stepped back from Nayae. Forcing her further would ruin the drama. It'd turn into some outdated play full of divine interventions.
Nayae's face crumpled into a pout. She squeezed her eyes shut and swung her hand.
-Slap!
The dry, parched sound beautifully adorned one corner of the bedroom. Yuchan felt a shiver run through him.
It landed harder and more squarely than he'd imagined—Seohyun's head lolled limply to the side.
"S-Seohyun... sorry... but if I don't do this, Teacher won't even look at me... You'll understand, right?"
Gazing anxiously at Seohyun's reaction, Nayae saw no response and immediately clung to Yuchan. Any trace of genuine remorse was dubious as she transformed in an instant. Her eyes begged for praise, for reward. No guilt lingered in those pupils hazy with the cock dancing before her.
Yuchan pulled out a condom and rolled it on. Reward time.
"Teacher, I slapped Seohyun's cheek just like you said. So you'll give me your cock now, right? Right?"
"Of course, you did very well. Get on the bed and bend over."
"But why the condom lately?"
At innocent Nayae's question, Yuchan chuckled softly.
"Someone said they wanted to protect you."
2.
Seohyun's ears rang. It was the first time in her life she'd been slapped. She'd always thought from dramas and movies that it must hurt like hell just from the sound—but it didn't really hurt.
But—throb—one side of her chest ached like it might burst.
Was it arrhythmia? Hadn't she read somewhere that too much sex was bad for the heart? It felt like her chest was being branded with a hot iron. A mark etched in. Probably an eternal brand called grief, never to fade.
She hadn't known until tonight that when despair exceeded what the heart could hold, tears wouldn't come.
Then what was it? The "I love you"s, the comfort for her weary body all night—were they all for Yuchan? The bright smiles, the happy faces thinking she'd kept him safe— all just acting?
Meals together had been fun. Sleeping together brought a coziness she'd never felt. Showers, nights at the pool—every moment happy.
No. This was all Yuchan's plan. Cursing a government that doesn't negotiate with terrorists is what the terrorist wants. Yuchan wanted her to truly hate and resent Nayae. Not just taking Yujin, but Nayae too, cornering her mentally.
She saw through it all. His schemes were always shallow tricks of a petty villain, obvious with one peel. Yet always, knowing full well, he squeezed emotions from her like a master puppeteer.
"Haaang... haaang... Teacher... too intense... hngg... ❤"
A moan echoed. Nayae lay prone on the bed, hair gripped, face turned toward Seohyun. Yuchan flaunted Nayae's reactions for her to see.
The reward for slapping her friend's cheek? Nayae seemed endlessly delighted.
"Better with Seohyun? Or with me?"
"Aaaang... why ask