The Stalker's Gaze
Leaving the girl sobbing and gasping for breath in the park, I pulled out my phone and downloaded the photo from the tweet. While mulling over how to use the material, I spotted another tweet, slipped my shirt back on, and stood up. She stared at me, paralyzed by terror, showing no sign of running or attacking. Of course she wouldn't. Physically, she had no chance of winning. All she could do was hope I'd cool down.
“Get up.”
“…Yes.”
I gathered both our phones into my pocket and gestured for the now-docile girl to come to my side. Her ears flushed crimson as she rubbed her eyes, swallowed hard, and walked over. I ruffled her hair, then fitted the cap and mask from the desk onto her before wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her out the door.
“What is it…?”
“You seem to hate being home, so let’s take a walk.”
She flinched. I kept my arm locked tight around her trembling waist, pulling her flush against my side.
“Why? Nothing bad can happen to you outside. Unless you’d rather—”
“No, no… it’s fine.”
I guided the shaking girl out of the apartment. There was calculation behind the cruelty. Walking arm-in-arm like a happy couple meant no evidence could be used against her.
“…”
She shivered the moment we stepped into the night air. I stroked her while we rode the elevator down, watching her reflection in the mirror. Even without makeup, hidden under a cap and mask, her striking violet hair and eye-catching features couldn’t be concealed. She knew it too, breathing fast and growing visibly anxious about being recognized.
“Want me to tie your hair back?”
“…I’m fine.”
I tried stroking her hair the way I sometimes did for Haeun, but she refused. Satisfied that she still retained some resistance, I rested my hand on her waist again and led her out of the elevator.
We walked at a steady pace. A few people passed us, but thanks to the mask and my size shielding her, no one recognized Seo Jia. Even if someone had noticed and pretended not to, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that the girl clutched in my grip was trembling so hard she couldn’t even scream.
And the tweet I’d glanced at earlier—the ex-manager had posted something new.
“Why are you shaking so much? One lap around the park and I’ll take you home.”
“…”
Her sobs had quieted, but she still trembled. I soothed her with one hand while checking the tweet with the other. The usual convenience store, then the park a little farther on. A photo of trees, a bench, and the moon had been posted from the ex-manager’s account just minutes ago.
If I hadn’t seen it, I would’ve just toyed with her inside. But this idiot stalker was practically handing me bait on a silver platter—there was no reason to spit it out. Worried he might have moved, I snapped a quick selfie of the two of us and sent it to his DMs with the message “park,” then headed in that direction.
“Haa…”
The darkness kept us anonymous. Her trembling eased considerably. I led the calmer girl to a park bench and sat her down, one hand on her shoulder as I scanned the area for where the bastard might be hiding. If he had a knife it could be dangerous, but the convenience store was nearby, so it shouldn’t be a big problem. I’d chased him before—he was pathetically slow. Without a weapon, he looked weak enough that even Jia could probably take him.
“…What are you planning to do, sitting me here?”
“Nothing. Just stay put.”
“What is this…?”
“Stay still. If you’re bored, look at your phone. I’ll run to the convenience store.”
“…Hic…!”
But this wasn’t the usual Seo Jia. This was a mentally shattered Seo Jia who could never win against him alone. The moment I showed her the park photo on the tweet, her pupils trembled violently and she grabbed my wrist as I turned away. No matter how hard she trained or how tall she was, the primal terror of the man who had drugged and tried to rape her couldn’t be overcome. This was nothing like the time I’d sided with her and Hinami had been nearby. Even if she saw me as a blackmailer and rapist, on this dark night with no one around, she feared being alone with the manager more than she feared me.
“D-don’t go. That guy… he’s nearby…”
“Why? You want to stay with the rapist?”
“Y-you’re… Kang Juhyuk, you’re a rapist too, but that bastard… he’ll actually stab me… haah…”
Hyperventilating, she clung to me. I rubbed her back and temporarily pulled the cap over her face like a makeshift paper bag. Whether it helped or not, after stroking her for a while she gradually calmed down. While watching her, I kept scanning the surroundings until I spotted a man in pitch-black clothes standing behind a distant tree, staring straight at us.
I replaced the cap on her head.
“Stand up.”
“Haa…”
I pulled her to her feet, draped her arms around my neck, then grabbed her firm ass and squeezed while smirking at the creepy stalker watching us, showing her off.
“Please… stop…”
“…Your manager’s behind you.”
“What…?”
Even while being groped, she hadn’t resisted. The moment she heard the manager was there, all strength left her body and she slumped against me. The man stared at us with murderous eyes, trembling all over, yet he didn’t take a single step forward. Mocking the sight, I blew into Jia’s ear, then flicked my tongue out to lick her earlobe.
“…!”
Enjoying her limp, shivering reaction, I caught her damp earlobe between my lips and sucked, kneading her ass through her pants before sliding my hand up to stroke bare skin, then slipping it back into her pants. If his eyesight was good, he’d get an almost-clear view. I tugged at the panties—Haeun’s, now borrowed by her little sister—pulling the fabric aside to grope Jia’s pale ass while openly taunting the man whose eyes were bloodshot with rage.
“…Turn around.”
“…”
She let me do whatever I wanted, trapped between the terror of me and the terror of the manager, with no strength left to resist or obey. I turned her myself, rested my chin on her shoulder, and slid my hand under her top. She looked at me with terrified eyes, then squeezed them shut and turned her gaze toward the man I’d been watching. When she spotted her former manager glaring at her like he wanted to kill her, her breath caught. She collapsed fully against my chest and started crying again.
“Crazy bastard…”
“Talking about me?”
She neither nodded nor shook her head. I exposed her stomach and pushed my hand higher, finding the sports bra I hadn’t touched earlier—another piece Haeun often wore. Between the borrowed clothes and underwear, I was starting to confuse which sister I was touching. But when I cupped her breast over the bra and gave it a gentle squeeze, the difference was clear. Firmer and springier than Haeun’s, less soft, noticeably smaller, yet bigger than Hinami’s. A different texture altogether.
“…That guy looks like he’s about to come stab you, doesn’t he?”
“Hic…!”
“Just kidding. If he tries, I’ll kick him for you.”
The woman who had always been so domineering in front of me—unlike Haeun, who had been fooled by a bit of acting—was the same woman who had spent her life trying to ruin and drive me out. Now, because of one pathetic stalker, she was frozen stiff, letting me grope her freely. Terrified, she was relying on the very man sexually harassing her without consent. It was so utterly female, so fitting for her age, that it excited me.
“Ha… ah…”
I nibbled her bright-red ear, pressed down on the nipple I knew had to be hard even through the thick bra, and paraded her from navel to ribs for the distant stalker to see while taking slow steps toward the trees.
“What… what are you doing, Kang Juhyuk? Stop…”
“Scared?”
“…Scared.”
The closer we got to the manager, the more she leaned back—straight into me. The man watched his former idol refuse to move forward and instead cling to the man molesting her. He clutched his forehead, dropped his cap, then slumped against the tree and began crawling backward, trying to escape.
“Look. That bastard’s running away. Nothing to be scared of.”
I took another step toward the pathetic man, yanked her top up, and showed him the breasts and bra I’d been freely groping.
“You’d win if you fought, you know? You trained hard. You’re about the same height. That guy’s a total loser. What’s so scary?”
“…”
Whispering wetly into her ear, I kept molesting the trembling girl.
“No need to fear a coward like that. He’s just a loser who drugged you and peeked. Right? If it were me…”
Now her eyes—completely drained of fear toward the manager—turned toward me.
“…Heh… mmph……”
Still glaring at the retreating stalker, I captured Jia’s trembling lips and kissed her deeply for the first time—thoroughly, without any resistance.
“…”
The man watched until he disappeared from view. She stayed limp in my arms, sticky and unresisting, too pathetic to even call it rape.