Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Please Do It :: 4
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Seo Mi-na furrowed her brows.
The incessant chatter coming from Kim Su-cheol beside her.
'Why did he send a text saying "you up?" in the middle of the night...'
She had gotten tangled up with Kim Su-cheol all because of Han So-in's prank. That early morning "you up?" message was bound to spark all sorts of misunderstandings.
Hated Action:Listening to words from men she dislikes
Seated at the back of the lecture hall, Han So-in checked her obedience level.
Obedience Level:(1)
'Kim Su-cheol looks thrilled... Better run if I bump into him again later.'
A woman might have some way out, but if she got caught by a guy like Kim Su-cheol, she might not even get her bones back.
When Kim Su-cheol handed her a coffee, she waved it off politely.
'She really hates Kim Su-cheol, as expected.'
To her, Kim Su-cheol was probably just a convenient side character to make herself shine.
'How about this, then...'
Han So-in scribbled on a memo pad and stealthily placed the note on Seo Mi-na's desk. Kim Su-cheol glared, but there was nothing he could do.
Drink the coffee Kim Su-cheol gave you, and I won't hang out with Kim Hee-na anymore.
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She smirked, crumpled the note, and tossed it to the floor.
'Not working.'
Watching it not go as planned, Han So-in felt his confidence shrink again.
'Ugh... Women are such mysteries...'
After pondering for a while, Han So-in wrote another note and placed it on her desk.
Drink the coffee Kim Su-cheol gave you, and I'll tell you why you messaged him last night.
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It was a new card.
'Come on, bite...'
For someone as prideful as her, messaging a guy she had zero interest in at dawn would be baffling.
'Smart people are weak to curiosity...'
Seo Mi-na turned her head, frowning and nodding slightly.
It meant "for real?"
'If it's not real, what choice do I have...'
Han So-in's heart raced like an all-in gambler, but he kept a poker face.
'Nod for now.'
Seeing Han So-in's signal, Seo Mi-na frowned for a moment.
She took Kim Su-cheol's coffee.
Han So-in had made her perform one more action she hated.
Obedience Level:(2)
'Yes!'
If she wasn't different from other girls, he could now demand a photo of her underwear.
'Phew...'
The thrill of getting revenge on a woman who had once played him like a fish, combined with the excitement of seeing photos of this bitchy yet alluring body, overtook him.
'First, dodge Kim Su-cheol's glare...'
In truth, it was a throwaway comment with no deeper thought, so he had no intention of explaining his ability to her.
'Don't come, don't come.'
After class ended and the professor left, Han So-in bolted out the back door faster than anyone.
Seeing him flee, Seo Mi-na chased after him swiftly.
'So scaryyy!'
The fear etched into his body surged as she pursued.
'I'm insane.'
He felt like a deer being chased by a tiger.
He dashed into the elevator and mashed the close button.
Just as the doors were nearly shut.
Seo Mi-na's pretty high-heeled shoe jammed between them, and she appeared.
Her legs were shapely too, aside from how provocatively they were positioned.
"Don't you have something to talk about with me?"
"Eek!"
Unable to avoid Seo Mi-na, he had to come up with some excuse.
"Uh... one b-beer here..."
For some reason, he ended up ordering food with Seo Mi-na at the same pub where he'd stripped Kim Hee-na.
"So, what's this about? Why I sent that text. Trying to play armchair psychologist?"
Truthfully, he had no real answer.
'If I say it was just bullshit to raise her obedience... She'd beat me up, using even Kim Su-cheol.'
He could report an assault to the police, but cowards like him feared the beating itself.
'What do I say...'
As he sweated bullets thinking up excuses, Seo Mi-na asked.
"If it's a lie or nonsense, I won't let it slide."
"...Ugh."
Under her sharp gaze, So-in shrank smaller and smaller.
"... "
"... "
Two people at a loss for words.
"What are you doing?"
"It's something you won't buy even if I explain..."
Han So-in babbled to buy time.
He even considered stripping her to her underwear and bolting.
"What makes you think I won't buy it? You didn't just make it up on the spot?"
Spot on. Sharp as ever.
"Ha, what a waste of time. You messing with me right now?"
It was terrifying. Memories of groveling whenever she got like this flooded back.
But revealing his ability for real was too risky. She'd exploit it as a weakness.
'She's scary because she's so damn smart!'
Before she reached her limit, Han So-in had to say something.
"It's just..."
Seo Mi-na leaned in to listen.
'Gaslighting maybe? How to explain this... Ah? Gaslighting?'
A way to explain without spilling the ability outright.
'Not sure if it'll work... Scary, but let's go for it.'
He executed the sudden idea.
"Kinda weird to say this."
"What?"
"That... Mi-na-ssi actually."
"Actually what?"
"... "
"What?"
Pretending to hesitate, Han So-in threw his Hail Mary.
"Has a unique sexual fetish."
"Pardon?"
Her face screamed "what the hell?"
'It does sound insane... Ugh...'
"A desire to obey commands from men who seem vastly weaker than you."
"What nonsense is that?"
She was right. It was pure bullshit.
But gaslighting was all about sowing confusion, even with nonsense.
"Doesn't seem plausible?"
"You're saying I have a fetish for obeying commands from someone like you?"
"...Yes."
"That's sexual harassment. You know that?"
"... "
Her fearsome expression made Han So-in's whole body shrink.
'Aaaah, did I poke the hornet's nest?'
Maintaining composure was tough. Hiding his sweaty palms, he pressed on. This was do-or-die.
"Everyone denies their fetishes at first."
"No, I don't have that kind of kink to begin with."
"Want proof?"
"Proof? What proof for my fetish? You joking?"
As she looked ready to slap him, Han So-in blurted desperately.
"I'll show proof, so no more side topics."
"Ha, fine. Show me."
Now she was dropping formalities.
"Seo Mi-na."
"What."
"Take off your skirt and give it to me."
"What?"
"Please do it."
Obedience Level:2
'Working?'
"No way I'd obey a pervert like... "
Mid-sentence, she glanced around, unzipped her skirt herself, slid it down her thighs and ankles, and took it off completely.
"...that I'd do something like this, but why do I want to give it..."
It was a pub frequented by classmates. Suddenly in just panties, she handed her skirt to Han So-in.
"Just curious how it'd feel to obey a command..."
Her face fully flushed, she grabbed her bag to shield her left side from passersby.
"See? Told you you have a fetish for obeying loser guys' commands."
Han So-in dangled her skirt in the air.
"Don't swing it...!"
She hissed softly, snatched her skirt back, and tossed it beside Han So-in.
"Me, doing something like..."
Seo Mi-na couldn't believe what just happened. She had obeyed a worthless loser's command—one she'd eat up and spit out.
"Proof shown."
"No, what the hell did you do? This makes no sense."
"More proof?"
"Fuck no. Fine, show more. No way I'd do that. Who do you think I am? I..."
Han So-in gave her a new command.
"Mi-na, take off your top too."
"What?"
"Might get seen by others, so just wear the oversized jacket. Only for my eyes."
"What kind of bullshit..."
Cursing up a storm, Seo Mi-na couldn't comprehend her actions. In the middle of the restaurant, she stripped off her top. Now in just a bra, she hurriedly took So-in's oversized jacket.
Zip.
She unzipped the jacket fully, clamping her hand over her mouth as she exposed her cleavage, bra, navel, panties, and thighs.
'No way...'
It was just as this loser said. She, always confident and commanding.
'Me, obeying this pathetic bastard's orders... and liking it as a fetish?'
Her reason screamed this couldn't be, that something was wrong.
Yet reality had her on her first public exposure, acting like a pervert on a weakling's whim.
"Want me to command something worse?"
"I-I'm leaving. Give me my clothes."
"Here. Later at the dorm, snap pics of all your usual bras and panties—wearing just those—and send them to me. Please do that?"
"You psycho!"
"Why? You wanted more proof..."
"No way, shut up!"
She quickly redressed, threw the jacket at Han So-in, and stood up.
"Pervert! Just you wait!"
"... "
Hit by the tossed jacket, Han So-in finally exhaled the breath he'd held.
'Gone...?'
His heart had pounded from sheer terror of it backfiring.
"Phew..."
As he sighed in relief, Han So-in realized something.
'I said Dutch pay... but she left without paying. Seo Mi-na...'
A virgin's priorities were off.
Sipping his beer, Han So-in thought whatever.
'Will the underwear pics come tonight? Even before Kim Su-cheol gets a look.'
Earlier over drinks, he'd checked Seo Mi-na's status and learned something new.
Hated Action:Anal sex.
*Obedience Level 3 is locked.
Kim Hee-na's easy mark had been tough enough, but making Seo Mi-na beg for anal was a whole other level.
'How the hell... Let's keep thinking.'
The next day in class, Seo Mi-na acted strangely.
For the first time, she avoided Han So-in and sat as far away as possible.
The predator-prey dynamic was slowly reversing.