Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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Behind the university.
During the day, students often used it as a shortcut, but once the sun set, it was a place where people rarely passed.
Seo Mi-na's demeanor was subtly different. She was still as cold as ever, but there was a change that only someone who'd been dealing with her every day could pick up on.
"What do you want to talk about? And you said no to the cafe too."
He had lured her here once before. To snap those nude pervert photos of her. This time, she was the one who wanted to come.
"You have my photos."
Because of what she'd done to him in the past, his thoughts weren't turning kind.
"The perverted ones."
Is this bitch trying to blackmail me?
'As expected, she's no pushover. What now? If she tries to turn the tables and blackmail me, do I use the Please Do It ability?'
If she pulled out some threat, he'd have to activate Please Do It and create even bigger leverage against her. Or maybe go with the apology scenario.
"Those? I won them fair and square in our bet, so no, I'm not deleting them."
Delete those photos, and she'd no doubt flip it right back on him.
That was Han So-in's read on her tactics.
The problem was...
"You don't have to delete them."
"Huh?"
Seo Mi-na had completely thrown him off.
'Is she baiting me into keeping them so she can use it to drag me down?'
The tension ratcheted up as she started spouting weird stuff.
Seo Mi-na spoke.
"I sent you all the embarrassing ones too. So yeah, I'm the one at a disadvantage here."
"You?"
He had no clue what she was going on about.
"So, just tell me what to do."
"Huh?"
"Coffee runs or proxy attendance or whatever. Even more weird photos. Just order me around."
"Huh???"
She kept going like it was no big deal.
"Order whatever you want. Day or night, doesn't matter."
"...".
What the hell was this?
You weren't this kind of character before.
In So-in's memory of her,
she sure as hell wasn't the type to think, 'Whew, blackmailed, guess I gotta do what he says.'
"What are you talking about?"
"Just what I said."
Order anything—like making her crawl around naked.
Or dressing her up in slutty clothes?
"...".
Somehow, they weren't on the same wavelength.
It felt like she was positioning herself as, 'Go ahead, order me if you think you can.'
Memories from way back nudged So-in in another direction.
'She's trying to get dirt on me.'
Scary bitch. He'd almost walked right into the trap.
"What, planning to record whatever I tell you to do and report me?"
"Guess you don't trust me. Hah. Typical loser dude."
He might be a loser, but he couldn't let that slide.
"Fine then. You can't record anything right now, so let's test it."
"Out of nowhere?"
Even if her character was shifting, it didn't have to flip this hard.
She raised both hands, striking a pose like 'do your worst.'
"Alright. Then..."
"Yeah."
"Hand over your phone."
"What?"
"You said anything goes. Gimme your phone."
"Pass."
"C'mon, please."
"Ugh...".
So-in forwarded a photo to her phone—the one of her in front of a public restroom urinal, legs spread wide, barely covering her pussy and nipples.
A humiliating legs-spread shot.
So-in was planning a little prank.
[Saved as wallpaper.]
He'd gone and set her pervert photo as her phone's wallpaper.
As a bonus, he'd shoved all the app icons off to another screen—so the second anyone unlocked it, bam, pervert pic in their face.
"...How am I supposed to carry this around?"
"Hey, lock screen's something normal, so just don't unlock it. Did exactly what you wanted."
Way too shameful and humiliating for any regular college girl to swallow. What girl sets her own pervert pic as her wallpaper?
So-in was already prepping his excuse to bolt if she balked.
"Got it."
"Knew you couldn't han—huh?"
"Said got it. Anything else you wanna make me do?"
Hundreds of question marks exploded in So-in's head.
'What is this? A dream? Did she get some terminal diagnosis or something?'
She was in a whole different league from him. If he was bottom-tier trash, she was top 0.01%. No idea why a girl like that would go along with his insane pervert demands.
'Trap for tomorrow? Gotta watch out.'
"Nothing else? I've got time. A loser like you won't ever get to order me around again."
Her mouth was working fine, so she wasn't actually crazy.
'No clue.'
Best to test the poisoned apple slowly. Telling her to strip and kneel right now to prove it? If it was a trap, he'd be totally screwed.
"For now... see you tomorrow."
He needed a little time.
A day to mull it over.
The classroom was the same as yesterday. The professor droned on with lectures only some students could follow, while some took notes and others messed with their phones.
'Why am I even spooked?'
He figured Seo Mi-na would spring her trap today. She was the type to bully and bully until she sent someone crashing down.
And sure enough, today...
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What're you thinking?
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She plopped down right next to So-in.
Having a girl that stunning right there made it impossible to focus.
She was scribbling notes by hand instead of using her phone. So-in just prayed the lecture would end quick.
'Can't concentrate at all.'
He'd always known she was a bad one, but he'd fallen for this trick every time. Because she was too gorgeous for the likes of him. Even knowing it was hopeless, any scrap of kindness from her had him hooked on false hope.
'Couldn't she at least have a worse body... ugh.'
Another issue: way over there, Kim Su-cheol was glaring daggers at So-in and Mi-na with eyes full of fire.
'Dude, enough with the death stares. Please.'
He was dead certain he'd lose a fight with Su-cheol in ten seconds flat.
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Wanna see this?
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Seo Mi-na shoved her phone right in front of So-in's eyes.
'No way.'
He swiped to unlock it with his finger.
"Gah!"
So-in clutched her phone, covering the screen.
It broke the class's flow for a second.
(Anyone there?)
He apologized nonstop to the professor.
'Crazy bitch.'
The instant her slender finger swiped the screen, there it was—her pervert outdoor exposure photo, the exact one he'd set as wallpaper.
So-in whispered to Seo Mi-na.
(Are you nuts?)
(What? Thought I wouldn't?)
Something was off, so So-in reflexively checked her status.
[Seo Mi-na. Weekly Masturbation Count: 88]
So-in doubted the number was real.
'She jerked off ten more times last night than the whole previous week?'
Since it was a weekly count, he could compare to the same days last week. That meant fourteen times just last night.
'She must've been at it all damn night.'
She'd always been masturbation-obsessed, but not to this degree. And the reason for the change...
'Me?'
Something had definitely shifted the future.
'Masturbation spiking means she's getting sexual stimulation...'
But he hadn't done much.
She'd asked him to give her orders.
He did.
And that was it.
Yet somehow, that turned her into a girl carrying a phone loaded with the pervert photo he'd picked.
The coffee shop inside school. Over half the guys were sneaking glances at Seo Mi-na.
"It's pathetic, me drinking coffee with a creep like you."
The problem was that So-in, sitting across from her, was turning into a sideshow attraction too.
"Then just go."
"Hmph...".
Her attitude made it clear: she didn't like him one bit. Any fleeting thought like 'Does she kinda like me?' was pure delusion, and So-in knew it.
"Aah. Some total loser wouldn't eat it even if you shoved it...".
"Got it. Let's bounce. Just for a sec."
Crazy bitch.
He got this nagging feeling he'd thought the exact same thing once before.
'Back here again...'
In the end, they looped right back to yesterday's spot behind the school. The sun hadn't set yet, so students were still passing by now and then.
"Sorry. That was on me."
In the end, So-in apologized to her. Plans to overpower someone only worked on normal people.
Not on a psycho who'd accept pervert shit without blinking.
"For what?"
"Taking those photos. All the shitty things I said. So let's call it quits."
Arms crossed, Seo Mi-na looked him up and down. Her belittling gaze was beautiful even so.
'Lost. Damn. Guess you can't beat raw chemistry.'
So-in figured he'd better start prepping diligent note-taking service for her starting tomorrow.
"You hate me telling you what to do?"
"Why ask?"
Seo Mi-na took a step closer. So-in had to tilt his head up just a bit to meet her eyes.
"It's kinda embarrassing, so I didn't wanna say."
A girl who'd flashed her pervert outdoor exposure pic in class had something that embarrassed her? Shocking.
"Didn't wanna at first, but this dumbass guy doesn't get it, so I'll spell it out."
"Yeah."
The words from her mouth were bizarre.
"Getting ordered around by you? Doesn't feel bad."
"Huh?"
So-in was genuinely thrown.
"Doing what you tell me after you crushed my pride? Not bad."
"Huh?? "
"But it's way better than I expected."
She finished, and for a while, neither of them spoke.
'No way—she likes having her pride crushed? For real?'
Overwhelming looks, killer brains, bullying without mercy.
Any guy would crumble before her.
The moment she confessed that about herself, her status window flickered.
[Seo Mi-na. Sexual Fetish: Being Commanded by Someone Who Crushes Pride (1).]
'What the—this? Obedience Level hasn't even hit 3 yet?'
Normally, he'd have needed to max Obedience Level at 3 for the ?? to clear on her fetish.
'Does it unlock for a specific one if she admits it herself?'
So-in formed a hypothesis. Back then, when Seo Mi-na married rich—it wasn't because she wanted money.
No man could break her ironclad pride and satisfy her lust... or maybe she didn't even know about her own fetish...
So she'd made the rational call and married rich.
"Alright, lemme just confirm one thing."
To test his theory, So-in waited for the students to pass, then reached out.
His hand seized Seo Mi-na's breast and stroked over where her nipple was.
The boldest move So-in could muster.
The satisfying feel sent a rush of sexual pleasure through him.