Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: 021
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"H-how did you get here...?"
"The power of love? Haah... Hyunwoo scent. Smells so good."
Chills raced down my back.
I already knew Lee Ye-rin had stalked her hardcore fan.
But there was a world of difference between knowing it as mere fact and experiencing it firsthand.
How the hell did she even find this place?
No, that wasn't the important part right now.
First, I had to get Lee Ye-rin out of here.
"Get off me!"
"Eek! Hyunwoo! Why are you being so rough? Oh, did I startle you by showing up out of nowhere? Hehe."
There wasn't a shred of malice on Lee Ye-rin's face.
If anything, it was the gaze of someone adoring what they loved.
That made it all the more terrifying.
"I specifically told you to wait until I contacted you, didn't I?"
"That was basically code for 'don't contact me,' right? You didn't say not to come over, so I did. I missed you sooo much. You don't like it? Me, your pretty little self, coming all this way just for you."
Lee Ye-rin shot me a look that dared me to say I hated it.
Fine, she was pretty. I'd admit that much.
Lee Ye-rin was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in person.
But beauty like that only shines in normal situations.
When goosebumps crawl your skin and fear grips your heart, looks like hers don't even register.
"That's exactly what it meant. I said I didn't want to see your face for a while. Go home. That's five more days of blocking. No messages, no visits until I reach out."
I grabbed Lee Ye-rin to turn her around and shove her out the door.
But she twisted away, clinging desperately.
"Why! Why are you trying to kick me out! I came to you first! So you should be happy about it!"
"I'm not in the mood right now! Go!"
"No!"
I seized her outer clothes.
But like a snake shedding its skin, she slipped out of them and bolted inside.
It was a tiny studio under 10 pyeong anyway.
A few steps, and I'd have her.
But I froze, unable to reach out further.
"Ha, haha... Haha... Another bitch. One more to kill... Ppangit wasn't the only one."
Lee Ye-rin, who'd darted nimbly, halted in front of the computer.
And spat words dripping with murderous intent.
Until she'd barged in, I'd been watching Yeoujjing's stream.
Today's quota: 200,000 coins.
Showering them without restraint had turned her room into a festival.
A festival for me.
Yeoujjing wore clothes soaked in my tastes.
My nickname, Unemployed King, was scrawled across her chest and face.
The wallpaper was plastered with it, and my ID topped the rankings.
'Kill?'
Did I hear that wrong? Unfortunately, no. Crystal clear.
I wanted to brush it off as a joke.
But coming from her, it sounded dead serious.
What if sending her away now led to murder?
Anxiety surged wildly.
"F-First, calm down."
"Hyunwoo. Tell me straight. Me? Or that bitch?"
Lee Ye-rin glared at me with eyes full of killing intent.
Terrifying.
For a regular guy like me just days ago, it was too much.
How would real tycoons handle this?
No clue.
I was trying to act from a position of power now that I realized I had it.
But I'd never learned or seen how true elites thought or behaved.
One thing I did know?
If I backed down here, I'd be done for.
This wasn't just a battle of momentum.
It was predator versus prey. Survival.
Wearing her down until she tired out? Scratch that plan.
I didn't know how she found my address, but with intel and action like that...
Ppangit or Yeoujjing could end up dead.
Optimism was dangerous here.
Lee Ye-rin was legitimately insane.
And if she snapped completely, I could be next.
So this was a fight for survival.
If I dominated and devoured her here, everyone's safety was assured.
The alternative...
I didn't even want to think it.
"Does it matter?"
I ramped up my intensity.
Pushed the chills and fear aside.
Summoned the rage I'd felt toward her before.
My flustered expression twisted.
Brows furrowed, one eyebrow arched.
A sneer curled one corner of my mouth as a cold voice emerged.
"What?"
"Didn't I warn you yesterday? Don't piss me off."
My tone grew icier.
Lee Ye-rin's face shifted.
She was the type to explode emotionally.
But if she sensed disadvantage, she could switch to rational calculation.
"That's why I came over! To clear up the misunderstanding. But you're watching some other bitch's stream! Who's got more right to be mad here?"
"Shut the fuck up, you crazy bitch."
I did love taking charge aggressively.
Last night flashed in my mind.
Lee Ye-rin had gotten wetter from rough, violent treatment than gentle caresses.
Her tastes ran that way, clearly.
I lunged forward, grabbing her hair.
"Kyaaaa! W-what are you doing! It hurts! Let go! Hyunwoo!"
"I said shut up! You fucking slut! Then don't piss me off! You worthless piece of shit! Couldn't wait five goddamn days, so you crawl here? Time for your punishment."
Gripping her hair, I swung my arm.
Unable to withstand my strength, Lee Ye-rin's body tumbled onto the bed.
She glared at me, eyes brimming with injustice and anger.
Tears welled in the corners.
But I didn't flinch.
My emotions were boiling over for real now, true fury ignited.
And I firmly believed she got off on dominance and masochism.
"It hurts! Don't grab so hard!"
"Quiet. You're being punished."
"Eung..."
Lee Ye-rin couldn't bark anymore at my aggressive stance.
She didn't get it herself.
She loved being pampered and praised.
Hated rough handling and scolding.
So why did she want to obey Hyunwoo?
It must be...
'Because I love Hyunwoo... right?'
Yeah, that had to be it.
Otherwise, her personality couldn't endure pain and hardship.
Her heart pounded.
Feeling like a normal girl in love lifted her spirits.
Lee Ye-rin obediently brought her wrists together as I commanded.
'Acting dominant really tames her.'
Seeing her reaction solidified my conviction.
Rough and violent wasn't my style.
But if it kept this psycho in line, I'd become that guy in a heartbeat.
"Haah... Hyunwoo, what are you gonna do tying me up like this...? Into this kinda thing?"
"I said shut your mouth. Don't speak until I ask a question."
"Okay..."
I bound her wrists with a cord, securing them tight to the bed frame.
Then stripped her completely.
Just that had eroticism creeping into her breaths.
But unlike yesterday, I skipped caressing her ass or pussy.
I picked up my belt and stood by her side.
"I'm gonna ask questions now. Lie or refuse to answer, and your ass gets it. Answer properly. Got it?"
"Whaaat...? I hate that stuff."
Whiiish! Smack!
I swung the belt.
First time whipping a girl's ass with one.
Instinct told me not to go full force.
I used a wrist snap for loud impact with reduced power.
"Kyaaaa! It hurts! Hurts! It hurts! What is this! I hate this! Untie me now!"
Even so, she shrieked in horror.
The belt's strike wasn't that bad, but the whistling crack was plenty scary.
"I said answer only. Are you stupid? Thick-headed? Or do you just hate listening? Answer. Any bullshit, and you get more."
"Hyunwooo. I messed up. Yeah? So untie me. I hate thiiiis!"
Whiiish! Smack!
Another on her ass for dodging with excuses.
"It huuuurts! Hurts so much!"
"Answer."
"Hngguuk, what answer? I'm going home now. Untie me quick. Kyaaaa!"
I swung mechanically, emotionless.
Her snow-white ass turned ripe apple red.
Finally, Lee Ye-rin's spirit broke.
She had no tolerance for violence.
More precisely, low stress threshold.
She struggled with enduring hardship.
Any setback, and she'd rage like a rabid dog.
No way she could handle extreme stress like being tied and whipped.
"Hngguuk, hngaaang."
"No crying. Cut it out."
"Hic... Hng, hik. Hic."
"So, your answer?"
"Hik, okay. Anything, okay... Just untie meee... I'm scared, Hyunwoo... It hurts so much, it's too hard. I can't take more. Hik."
Her broken spirit led to childish sobbing.
But I wasn't fooled.
Too scarred by her psychotic episodes.
Instead of comfort, another belt swing.
"Kyaaaa!"
"No bullshit, I said. Fine, moving on. Finally time for questions. How'd you find my address?"
The interrogation began.
With her will shattered, Lee Ye-rin answered everything truthfully.
Mid-question, my face drained of color. I stood.
Dumped out her bag.
Clang, clatter.
Items spilled.
My eyes locked on a kitchen knife that bounced once and rolled.
Cold sweat poured down my back.
'This crazy bitch...'
She'd really planned to do something.
My head spun.
Best never to tangle with psychos like her.
Too late now.
All I could do was handle it right from here.
Still, her answers gave me a rough read on her.
Patience of a four-year-old, craving for adoration like a nine-year-old kid.
But goddamn, cognition and reasoning like a normal adult.
And worse: she knew when she fucked up.
But thought apologizing and pretending it never happened fixed everything.
"Haa, fuck..."
I muttered a curse, eyeing the still-sniffling Lee Ye-rin.
I'd decided how to handle her.