Chapter 173
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 173
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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After slapping his cheek three times, she finally stopped her hand.
She catches So-in staring at her.
Looks down in surprise.
'I... I didn't mean to do this... It's all because of that jerk Han So-in...'
Her own situation flashes through her mind.
Without Han So-in—without him—her future would be a colorless life devoid of any thrill.
She'd treated him like any other guy. She knew she shouldn't act this way toward him.
'Now... what am I...?'
She recalls why she'd acted all cutesy, why she'd spread her own anus and endured the humiliation.
Unable to go forward or back, she confronts him, crushing him beneath her while stark naked.
"...You can hit me more."
At his words, without thinking...
Slap.
She hits him again. Her hand stings.
"You're too much... Really... You..."
"Sorry. I should've at least asked for your permission..."
Seo Mi-na raises her hand once more, then stops.
She wants to hit him, but one corner of her heart tells her not to.
She doesn't want to hit him, but another corner urges her to.
Her body won't move.
These feelings... To feel this way about a man.
It's so unfair.
Because of this one guy, she'd played coy, hung upside down, climaxed over and over.
"You... really..."
The first man she'd ever desired since birth.
Her raised hand refuses to move.
Han So-in.
"...Don't cry. Just hit me."
"W-who's crying? Over some guy."
For the first time, she starts crying because of a man.
Drip. Drip.
Tears fall onto So-in's face.
"Really... you're the worst."
Seo Mi-na climbs down from the bed. She wipes the semen off with some tissue, then dresses her sweat-drenched body. Her erect nipples poke right through. Ignoring the dampness, she slips on her heels and opens the door.
Before leaving, she tosses out some insurance for her pride.
"I-it's not because of you that I cried. Don't get the wrong idea. I cried because I was pissed."
Bang.
The rose decoration hanging on the front door shakes violently.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of her high heels fades into the distance.
"Ah... What a mess."
So-in slowly rises and approaches Hee-na, who's still hanging in the closet. He watches her leave once more.
"Sorry. You got caught."
He pulls out the four eggs inserted in her vagina. They're coated in her juices. He slowly releases her from the bondage.
He unties her arms and removes the ball gag. Once her legs are freed, she touches the ground for the first time in four hours.
"S-sorry... M-Master..."
Her mouth is parched from the gag, but she forces it open.
"Take off the mask and come cuddle on the bed? I could really use some comfort from you right now, Hee-na."
"Y-yes... Yes, Master. Right... away... I'll do it..."
Hee-na, finally standing on her own feet, stumbles after a few steps and collapses—right on top of So-in.
"Y-you went too... far. Sorry. My legs are all weak..."
"Sorry. I should've sent Mi-na off sooner."
"...It was because... I made noise..."
"No, it was my fault for keeping you bound so long..."
As he speaks to Hee-na, he seeks some peace of mind.
"Mind if I touch your breasts and ass a little, Hee-na... Just for a bit?"
"Yes... Touch as much as you want, Master."
He kneads her breasts and ass four times before So-in speaks up.
"Sorry... Should I go chase after Mi-na? I'm... not great with women."
"..."
Chasing after the woman who'd cursed her.
Hee-na positions herself so he can touch her breasts more easily.
Don't go after a woman like that. Master.
That's what she wanted to say.
(How hard I... tried with you... I...)
She recalls the words Seo Mi-na had uttered while killing her own pride. Hee-na couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead, she says the opposite.
"Her heels will make it hard for her to walk fast. If you go now... you can probably catch her... Master."
"Sorry. You go to sleep first tonight."
"Yes, Master. I'll tidy up. Whether you come back... or not, it'll be fine."
"Sorry."
Mm. He pecks Hee-na on the lips and rises. It suddenly hits Hee-na how they almost never kiss. Theirs is a purely contractual relationship, devoid of emotional exchange.
So-in dresses quickly and heads out the front door.
Thud.
Gazing at his departing figure, naked Hee-na lies on the bed, lost in thought.
'Do I really... want to end things with Master as just a contract...?'
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Rain begins to fall, drop by drop.
Seo Mi-na walks slowly. Taking off her heels would be more comfortable, but they were her last shred of pride.
The Seo Mi-na who'd spread her own anus was Han So-in's slave.
Her usual self hated losing more than anything.
"Really the worst..."
She'd gone there to try making things work, pride be damned.
Or maybe it was her fault for showing up so late in the first place.
She's furious. That dog Han So-in.
Stuffing a woman in the closet and still... still doing it with me.
She stops for a moment. The sex had felt too good—her legs still won't cooperate. She sits on the villa stairs. The hard surface presses right through. No panties means every sensation hits direct.
"What do I do now..."
Is there any other man who could make her feel good besides Han So-in?
A sigh escapes her.
"Whatever. Back to normal life. Meet whatever guy Mom picks out and... just get by... live like that..."
She has no confidence.
Why had she bent her pride for him? Why had she done everything he asked?
The immense pleasure she'd felt while hanging upside down replays in her mind.
Even in this situation, both nipples harden.
"Am I seriously... a crazy bitch?"
She pulls out her phone.
[Shin Ju-hee]
Should she call the woman she hates most? She shakes her head.
She's had zero interest in her since they were kids anyway.
[Lee Ye-rin]
She hits call.
(The number you have dialed is powered off...)
"Useless bitch when I need her... Always 'studying' or whatever..."
The rain picks up a bit. She thinks back to the shocking sight of that woman hanging in the closet. Masked, so she couldn't tell who—but she knows.
"Gotta be Hee-na unnie..."
Intuition. To think she'd already been like that. Makes her own desperate seduction look pathetic.
"Fuck off and die, world."
As she buries her face in her knees, she spots someone stumbling through the rain.
'...'
Han So-in.
He doesn't notice her on the stairs and runs around here and there, getting drenched.
Like a drowned rat, he trips while running.
'Ah...'
Rushed out in slippers. Not great in the water.
One slipper flies off far away.
His arm's scraped up bad—he lets out a weird yelp and hops around like a dog.
'What a total loser.'
He picks up his phone from a puddle.
Ring ring ring.
'Ah.'
Music pours from the phone in Mi-na's hand.
"Mi-na!"
"Ah, shit... Busted."
The completely soaked, idiot Han So-in runs right up to her.
"M-mi-na, sorry. I wanted to apologize..."
Really. Even his apologies suck. Total loser. Retard. Moron.
"Fuck off... you pervert."
The nasty side of Seo Mi-na emerges. It's legal today, she thinks.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Fuck off."
"Not going."
"Fuck. Off!"
Dad and Mom had both sworn they'd stick by her side—until her circumstances changed for the better.
"I'm not... I wanna stay by your side, Mi-na."
"Then should I fuck off?"
"I don't wanna lose you, Mi-na."
"...Go away."
So-in recalls what she'd said during sex: Send the other women away and keep her close.
"I'll prioritize you over any other woman."
"...Don't lie."
"I promise."
"If you find someone prettier, you'll ditch me. Like Hee-na."
"Never ever..."
Her resolve wavers. She wants to kick this loser's ass all the way home. Meet up with one of Shin Ju-hee's setups and vent by trash-talking him.
"I promise. I'll put you first."
"You're joking, right? What about Hee-na unnie?"
"I'll treat her the same as you... Aaaagh!"
Halfway through listening, rage boils over. Seo Mi-na grabs his hair and yanks.
"You really... you fucking trash..."
"Uh... c-can't help it... Aaa! Don't pull! My hair's falling out! My hair!"
"Ditch Hee-na unnie and be with me...!"
"H-Hee-na's like you... that kind of vibe... Aaaagh!"
"I'm the one! ...Huh?"
A chunk of hair from the back of Han So-in's head. She'd ripped out a fistful, leaving a massive bald patch.
"Uh... S-sorry, bad strength control."
"Uwaaaaaagh!"
Han So-in flails around in agony, clutching his head.
After enduring the pain for a while, he groans out.
"R-really... If that's what you want, Mi-na, we can be together forever. For real."
"...A love confession?"
"Nah, not that. You don't love me either, right?"
"True... It's just..."
What even are they?
A relationship built on shared pleasure?
"Everything you asked for—even the stuff about Hee-na, except ditching her—I'll do it all. Come back with me."
"...No. You're lying."
"If I'm lying..."
So-in racks his brain for words that might convince her.
His eyes land on the massive clump of his own hair in her hand.
"That hair clump... Pull out three times as much."
"...Huh?"
"If I... break my promise, yank out three times that much... and I won't complain."
"...Idiot. Do that three times and you're bald."
"If I get bald hair in exchange for you accepting my apology, it's a win for me."
"Really... your words are so damn pathetic."
"..."
Han So-in won't run away for life. Just that thought eases her. His drenched, messy state—and the bald patch she'd made on his head.
"Pfft."
"Whoa, you laughed! Mi-na laughed! You forgive me!"
He really was the worst kind of guy.
"Hey."
"Yeah? Yeah."
"Bend your head down a bit."
"Like this?"
With their faces inches apart, Seo Mi-na asks.
"Hey, loser."
"Yeah?"
"You ever kissed before?"
"Uh..."
Before he can answer, she presses her lips to his.
On a rainy day, atop the stairs.
Han So-in shares his first kiss with Seo Mi-na.