Chapter 74
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Please Do It
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After receiving the nude doggy-style photos and the spread-pussy shots from Lee Ye-rin, Han So-in didn't dodge the call that came in from her.
"…Hope this works."
He'd meticulously planned it out and pressured her convincingly, but he couldn't help feeling nervous anyway.
"Still, Lee Ye-rin must be even more freaked out."
On his side, it was just one count of blackmail.
Her side? Blackmail, actual crimes, nude doggy photos, four naked pics.
It was a fight he had a high chance of winning, but battling a beauty always made his nerves jangle.
"Get it together, Han So-in. Fold here, and it's over."
He cleared his throat and spoke into the phone.
"Hello?"
"Get off the train. Now."
"Huh? Okay. Just a sec."
"Get off fast, seriously. I did what you wanted."
Watching her reaction, So-in decided to layer on a little more deception.
"The more rushed it feels, the more pressure she'll be under, right?"
"Hold on, people are boarding."
"Ahh…."
In Lee Ye-rin's mind, she pictured the train So-in was on pulling away. In her panic, she hadn't even put her underwear back on—she'd made the call stark naked.
"No way… I sent the pics he wanted, and he bails with them…."
It was the worst-case scenario. Hand over the blackmail pervy pics, and watch her life unravel anyway.
"Ahh. Hurry up and get off!"
While she stewed in anxiety, the real So-in lounged in his motel room, deep in thought.
"Ugh… nerve-wracking. She's too panicked to strategize anyway. Stay calm, think it through while she can't. How many beauties' pussies have you inspected up close? You've got this, Han So-in!"
He was the guy who'd spread the outer labia of stunners like Kim Hee-na and Seo Mi-na, peering at every wrinkle. Still jittery, sure—but he wouldn't freeze up like before, trembling at the sight of a beauty with zero comeback.
After a deliberate pause, he spoke.
"Okay, I'm off."
"Ugh, damn it."
"Why so pissed?"
"Do I sound not pissed?"
"No, anyone'd think you were the crime victim here."
His words left Ye-rin speechless for a moment. As her anger simmered down, a thought hit her.
"What if he goes to the cops… or spreads those photos? My life's done."
She'd handed over way too many weaknesses out of necessity.
"Ugh…."
She sized up the situation fast. Yelling would backfire if he bolted—she'd be the one hurting. Taking a breath, she said,
"Sorry… That was on me."
"Eh, whatever. Shit happens."
"Yeah… Thanks for understanding."
His unexpectedly easy forgiveness let her relax a bit.
"Figures. He doesn't wanna burn bridges with a knockout like me."
Most guys were the same. No matter what, they left wiggle room with a girl who was drop-dead gorgeous, holding out hope.
"Total loser… Still got play left with him?"
Ye-rin smirked faintly, wondering if she'd overestimated him. As long as he wanted her, it wasn't dire. Until his next words.
"Didn't you say you wanted something from me?"
"Just… tell me to cut back on sex."
"And what's in it for me?"
"Huh?"
Lee Ye-rin, who'd assumed it was settled, panicked. Now she was the desperate one. No choice but to negotiate from a low position.
"What do you want…?"
"What can you offer?"
Annoying prick. Ye-rin paced the living room repeatedly. Her lips dried out. She had to say the words she never wanted to utter to a guy like this.
"…If you want a relationship, I could do it sometimes."
"What exactly does 'relationship' mean…?"
She wanted to snap at him for asking when he knew damn well, but if he hung up, that was it. She had too much to lose.
"If you want… sex… I'll do it…."
"Hmm. If I say open your pussy, you'll spread it? Say open your asshole, you'll do that too?"
"…I'll do it. Just… don't phrase it like that?"
"Hmmm… I'll think about it."
Even after she'd offered more than he deserved, he dragged it out with "I'll think about it." She paced frantically. The clothes and underwear from her doggy pose still littered the floor.
"I said all that to this guy, humiliating myself…."
She chewed her nails, fighting the shame stabbing her skin. A short, weak loser who meant nothing. Normally, he'd just grin and follow her lead.
"Sex is what you like, Ye-rin. Not my thing…."
"So what do you want?"
"If you wanna pay with lewd stuff, fine. But…."
It chilled her blood. What would spill from this loser's mouth? She listened tensely.
"Do the lewd stuff I want."
"How's that different?"
"Totally different. Means we do it my way—my tastes."
"You little…."
She sank onto the black sofa. Legs splayed, her pussy hair and slit fully exposed. Leaning back against the white pillow, her eyes quivered. Even her pubes—shaved once on his demand—were only just starting to grow back, rough and sparse.
"First… play along for now. Lure him close again."
Before the nude doggy and spread-pussy apology pics, it was just about curing his sex addiction. After? Her whole life hinged on his whims.
"Call him in. Then figure out Plan B."
Breasts thrust out, she took a deep breath.
"Okay for now. I'll do what you say… Let's meet and talk."
"Bringing weirdos again?"
His words shut down that option. Moves he expected weren't smart.
"I'll come alone…."
"Good. Gotta check if you actually listen anyway."
"What're you talking about?"
"You could say yes now, then ignore my tastes in person."
"…."
Imagining herself humiliatingly spreading pussy and ass to a worthless loser's whims… Shame surged from her slit to her scalp.
"Meet first. Subdue him somehow. Gotta lure him…."
Decision made, her eyebrows twitched as she spoke.
"Got it. Whatever you want—let's meet."
"Cool. Goshiwon still has days left, so there."
"Okay."
As she wiped the sweat pooling in her palms and went to hang up, So-in added,
"Oh, right. Come with a cheap ballpoint shoved in your ass. The cheapest pen you've got."
The shuttle bus for college students passed by Lee Ye-rin. Students leaning on windows whipped their heads around to ogle her figure.
"Whoa, that body's insane."
"Tan looks perfect."
"Kinda weird, though—just carrying a pen."
Gripping the few-cent ballpoint, she fought waves of shame and humiliation.
"Ha… Went through an enema for this one thing…."
Just holding the cheap pen crushed her self-respect.
"Bastard…."
Most humiliating? She'd dolled herself up to meet him.
"Not 'cause he likes it. Pure strategy…."
Styled hair, heeled shoes. Off-shoulder dress baring collarbones and deep cleavage. The cut hugged her curves, hips blooming like an hourglass.
"First, talk it out—or use the body somehow…."
Skirt so short, any move might flash panties.
"Go in pretty. Pretty and sexy. Worst case, grab his collar and threaten."
That combo worked on almost every guy so far. Blonde, killer body, decent tits, good in bed, stylish beauty.
"Makeup on point too. Even he'll crack."
As she neared So-in's place, her body trembled unbidden.
"Don't tense up. Don't tense."
Talking herself down—why get worked up over a loser like him? Problem was, her vulnerabilities ran deep.
"Deep breaths…."
Unlike her cocky last visit, lips parched with every stone step up.
[Vacant. Moved out—contact landlord for room. 010-xxxx-xxxx]
At the note on his door, Lee Ye-rin swallowed hard, again and again.
Riiip. She peeled it off, fuming.
"Hoo…."
Hand raised to knock, she noticed the cheap pen clutched in it.
"Ah, right. Cheap ballpoint in your ass. Cheapest pen you've got."
His words flashed back. Her hands shook.
"…Petty asshole."
She retreated down the stairs, scanned around—no one. Squatting at the top landing, head in hands, she agonized.
"Just barge in and take him down? He's probably alone."
Obeying the pen command meant greenlighting every pervy order ahead.
"Fuck…."
Clutching the anywhere-store ballpoint, she pondered. Skirt hiked up in the squat, sheer panties flashing—short pubes peeking through—but no bandwidth to care.