Midnight Sneak
I tossed everything except the drinks over to Kang Juhyuk and retreated alone to my bedroom. Since that man might sneak around, I left the door wide open and kept watch in case he started prowling. But… this was too much. I was so sleepy.
“Haaam…”
Thanks to dumping caffeine into my system, I could barely keep my body upright. Strangely enough, though, the man who had fed me that sleep-inducing drink wasn’t going to bed. I’d even brought him a pillow and blanket for the sofa, telling him to sleep well. Every hour I’d crept into the living room to check if he was asleep, but he remained wide awake. The date had already changed—it was time for him to sleep.
“Kang Juhyuk, aren’t you going to sleep…?”
“I’ll sleep soon. Now.”
Fortunately, he finally showed signs of drowsiness. Seeing Kang Juhyuk with his eyes half-lidded, I figured I just needed to hold out a little longer. He’d changed into the new t-shirt I bought earlier, but he was still wearing the same pants. The way his pocket bulged told me his phone was right there.
…He won’t wake up with a start just because I touch it while he’s sleeping, right?
I was debating how many hours I’d need to leave him alone before he’d be deep enough in sleep not to wake, when—
“Alright, time to sleep. Let’s go in.”
“…Huh?”
He gathered the blanket and pillow I’d given him in one arm, brushed right past me, and walked into my room. Then he casually flopped down on the bed like he owned it.
“Sleep. I’m tired.”
“…Uh, wait, what?”
“Isn’t this the bedroom? Ever since I got hurt, sleeping on the sofa wrecks my back.”
He rolled up his sleeve again to show off that knife scar and flashed the same shameless grin as always.
…What does a shoulder injury have to do with your back, you perverted bastard.
I thought about arguing, but it didn’t seem like he’d listen. I considered running off to the living room instead, but watching that sly smile on Kang Juhyuk’s face gave me a better idea. I changed my mind.
“What, you’re sleeping with me?”
“…You know I’m not leaving even if you kick me out anyway.”
“If you knew that, why did you keep trying before?”
“I thought you’d actually leave if I kicked you out. I didn’t know a person could be that shameless.”
“If I weren’t shameless, I couldn’t get close to someone better than me.”
Kang Juhyuk let out a low chuckle, his voice dropping. His eyes were clearly sleepy now, and his words had slowed into a lazy drawl. At this rate, he’d be out cold within an hour. The worry about waking him if I touched him would be solved if he was sleeping in my bed.
“…You’re not going to say the usual crap like ‘I’ll report you if you touch me’ or whatever?”
“Would you even listen if I did?”
“No.”
“That’s why I didn’t bother. …As long as it’s not something weird, do whatever you want. We won’t be seeing each other after tomorrow anyway.”
“It’s past midnight. You’re saying you’ll let me stay one more day?”
“Stop nitpicking my words. It’s annoying.”
The moment I turned my back and lay down on the bed, Kang Juhyuk latched onto me as if he’d been waiting for it. He pulled me into his arms under the blanket. For now his hand rested on my stomach, but he’d definitely go for my breasts soon. Of course it felt disgusting, heavy, and creepy. I wanted to shake him off. But as long as he didn’t climb on top of me like before, I could grit my teeth and endure it. That phone in his pocket was a million times more dangerous than some minor touching. It was worth the risk.
“…So I just have to avoid doing anything weird, right?”
“…”
“Then I won’t hold back.”
I couldn’t be bothered to answer his question about how touching me while doing weird things somehow wasn’t weird. Kang Juhyuk took my silence as agreement. Just as I expected, he grabbed my breast and started breathing heavily.
…Fucking perverted bastard.
I had no idea why a pathetic lump of fat like this would make him so horny that he’d resort to blackmail and rape. It was annoying, but I’d never wished they were smaller. Today, though, I found myself thinking it might have been better if they were. Maybe then I wouldn’t have become a target for a man like this.
…This is so fucking annoying.
I’d kept my guard up all this time, and now I was letting a piece of shit like him have them.
“…”
His breath kept brushing against the back of my neck, tickling me. It was hot and heavy. There was no way he was asleep yet, but all I needed was to stay awake a little longer. Since this guy was completely distracted groping my breasts, I could wait for the right moment and slip my hand into his pocket.
Thirty minutes was too short. One hour. I had to stay awake. Don’t fall asleep… Don’t fall asleep…
“…Huk.”
A sharp prick on my shoulder woke me with a jolt. I frantically grabbed the phone I’d left by my pillow and checked the time.
…1:14 a.m.
I must have passed out for about twenty minutes, unable to fight off the wave of exhaustion. Still, it was a relief. I hadn’t slept too long.
“…You really are a fucking perverted bastard…”
Kang Juhyuk, still beside me, was kneading my breast while rubbing his chin roughly against my cheek. It felt awful, but the stubble had scratched me awake, so I’d let it slide just this once. We wouldn’t be seeing each other after today anyway.
“…”
Careful not to wake him, I slowly reached my hand behind me and felt around his hip. Somewhere around here… My fingertips brushed the outside of his pocket, and luckily I found the phone right away. If it had been in the other pocket it would’ve been a pain. Thank god.
“Huu…”
I took a deep breath and slowly slid my fingers into his pocket. It was loose, so my whole hand went in more smoothly than I expected. I felt the hard, cold touch of glass.
I pulled my hand out even slower than I’d put it in, then brought my arm back in front of my chest.
…Done. He didn’t wake up…
“Mmm…”
Just as I was about to relax, Kang Juhyuk suddenly pulled me tight against him and started sniffing at my scent. For a second I thought he’d woken up—my whole body went rigid—but I soon realized it was just sleep-talking and nearly cursed out loud.
…You crazy fucking perverted bastard. Even your sleep-talking is disgusting.
“…Haa. Huu…”
I swallowed the curses that had risen in my throat and carefully peeled his fingers off my breast. I didn’t need anything else—just his right thumb. I pressed the home button against that filthy, thick thumb of his. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. I stared at the screen with desperate hope and—
“Uht…”
…The lock screen opened.
I almost cheered but managed to hold my breath and stop myself. It was done. I’d made it this far. First, recording.
“Ah…”
Found it. Voice memos. There were dozens of files, but I didn’t have time to sort through them, so I deleted them all at once. Whether any of them were important or not wasn’t my problem. I even went into the recently deleted folder and carefully erased everything, then returned to the home screen and looked for the photo gallery.
…Shit, why doesn’t this guy have an album icon on his home screen?
I swiped the screen all the way to the right and finally found the hidden folder.
“Crazy…”
The moment I opened the gallery, an explicit thumbnail filled the screen. A woman with nothing on, smiling at the camera.
…At least it’s not me, but it’s obscene no matter how you look at it.
Feeling an anxiety I couldn’t hide, I scrolled further and found a completely black thumbnail. The recording time was over two hours.
…This feels ominous.
“Huu…”
Just in case, I turned off all media sounds and played the video, skipping ahead a little. Still pitch black. I skipped further. Still black. A little more…
“Uhp…”
The vulgar naked body that appeared before my eyes forced me to cover my mouth.
…A woman with pale skin. Her breasts were as big as mine, and her waist was tiny. A woman with quite wide hips. …A woman with very little pubic hair. A stupid woman who didn’t even try to hide as she twitched while thick fingers spread her pussy apart.
“……”
…But a woman with no mole under her breast.
I barely held back the scream that wanted to rip out of me and let out a long breath.
…It’s not me.
Since her face wasn’t visible, I’d almost mistaken the body for my own for a second. Ha, so even trash like him hadn’t gone as far as secret filming. I wanted to clutch my chest in relief, but the rapist blackmailer pervert’s arm was in the way so I couldn’t…
“Haeun-ah…”
“…!”
…More sleep-talking. My heart nearly stopped, but it was just sleep-talking again. I fought down the urge to castrate Kang Juhyuk on the spot and was about to put the phone back when an unpleasant thought suddenly crossed my mind.
…Is it really not here? I haven’t checked everything yet.
“…Huu. Uhp… Haa.”
I swallowed hard and searched the phone again. This time a video of a woman with smaller breasts but an incredibly cute face played. Next was a tall woman with tanned skin. Then a photo of a muscular man showing off his forearms.
…Obviously Kang Juhyuk.
After that came a white Western woman and a black man whose size was similar to the previous one. Then two Japanese women who looked alike and one man. Aside from the occasional photos of his own body, everything was pure filth.
…Is this all that’s in this guy’s head?
As my fear gradually turned into disgust, I reached the last photo faster than expected and became certain there were no videos of me in this phone.
“Shit, there really isn’t any…”
…I was shaking for nothing.
Yeah, honestly it didn’t make sense. No matter how drunk I was, there was no way I wouldn’t have noticed someone filming me openly. Since I’d deleted the recordings, if there were no videos either, I didn’t need to keep letting this man control me. All I had to do was make sure he didn’t find out I’d secretly touched his phone until morning, then kick him out of the house. That would be the end.
Of course I wanted to sue him and throw him in jail, but if I did that I had no idea what truly horrific thing he might do, so I’d stop there. Haa…
Now that my mind was completely at ease, the sleep I’d been holding back came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. I’d just put the phone back in his pocket and sleep. I hated everything about this man, but his arm was thick enough to make a decent pillow.
I blinked slowly, letting my guard down just a little as I tried to return the phone to its original place—
“…What are you doing?”
“Hik…!”
…My wrist was caught. Inside Kang Juhyuk’s pants pocket.