Exposure (9)
The walk from the gym back home wasn't far. It made sense, since driving such a short distance was hardly exercise. Still, no matter how brief the ride, he didn't say another word while driving. I didn't add anything either. I quietly put the wig and hat back on, and the moment he parked, I hurried out and went inside.
As expected, he followed me upstairs less than two minutes after I entered the apartment. “….”
When he unlocked the door and stepped inside, he spotted the wig I'd tossed on the floor and turned his gaze to me. His eyes were empty—neither angry nor particularly interested. They almost looked melancholic. He strode over and stopped right in front of me.
“What are you doing? Not going to wash up?”
“…What about you?”
“You can't tell by the smell?”
True to form, he knew I couldn't refuse no matter what he did. I licked my lips, avoiding his mocking stare, and stood up to head for the bathroom. But he blocked my path, stepped on my foot, and grabbed my shoulder with a faint smile.
“Of course, if I don't like the smell, I could always join you for another round.”
“…Move.”
“Why? You came all this way because you wanted something from me, didn't you? If you want, I can make you an accomplice—even if we can't be soulmates.”
“….”
My mental state wasn't sharp enough anymore to get angry at his sarcasm. It had already been worn down and shattered. I couldn't lash out the way I used to, or reject him outright. No matter how furious I got, it would only amuse him.
“…Use the other bathroom. It has a tub.”
…I had actually thought he might side with me because of that. Clearly, I was mistaken. Expecting any human decency from him had been my mistake. After humiliating, mocking, and enjoying me like that, I'd foolishly hoped he might feel some pity. To him, I was nothing but a target for revenge—a toy that only got more satisfying the more broken and pathetic it became. No matter how much pain or danger I was in, it meant nothing to him.
Realizing that actually made me feel calmer. …After all, it meant I could use him without any guilt either.
“….”
Pushed along by him, I entered the bathroom, ran water into the tub, and peeled off my clothes one by one. Then I stood blankly in front of the sink, looking down at my body from head to toe.
A head barely the size of my palm. A face and lips too seductive for my age, with that mole beneath my lower lip. A slender, long neck. Deeply carved collarbones. Arms so thin they looked fragile. Breasts that swelled noticeably despite those arms. Areolas in a fresh color, neither too small nor too large. Nipples that poked out slightly. Ribs that showed when I stretched. A narrow waist and a straight navel. Hips that looked even more curved because of it.
Everything about me was designed to draw a man's eyes. I'd known my body was lewd long before I met him. I'd noticed it since I was very young, and it hadn't bothered me. I'd figured no one would ever hold me anyway. If anything, I'd tried to become even more seductive—through diets so brutal they made me gag, practicing smiles in the mirror. No matter how lewd I became, I'd risen to a position where no one could say it to my face.
…But now, the body I'd poured so much effort into had become nothing more than a vessel for his desire.
“Why are you just standing there? Get in.”
The bathroom door swung open—I hadn't even locked it—and a naked man walked in. He gave my bare skin a cursory glance, the kind no other man in the world had seen, then climbed into the tub as if it no longer interested him. Sitting there, he tapped his own cock and gestured at me like he was calling a prostitute.
“Sit. Aren't you cold?”
“….”
…I had imagined it several times—what would happen if I ignored his gesture, put my clothes back on, covered this beautiful body, kicked him out, changed the door code, and deleted every tweet. What would happen if I defied him.
“Good girl.”
…I'd thought about it. But no matter how hard I pushed him away, he was still my sister's live-in partner. Hinami's sex friend. The man who had leashes around everyone close to me, held my weaknesses in his hands, and was desperate to put one around my neck too. Running would be pointless.
“You're tall, so you're a bit heavy.”
“…Shut up.”
“Do you get mad when people say you've gained weight?”
“Of course I do.”
I sat obediently on his thighs and let the warm water soak my body, feeling unpleasant. His hands roamed over my back, but I didn't push them away. He only enjoyed it more when I resisted.
“Haa… Ah. It does feel nice, soaking in warm water like this.”
“….”
“And with such an obedient little sister-in-law in here with me. Right?”
“…Disgusting.”
He seemed determined to drag negative words out of me, mixing in all sorts of filthy talk to force my tongue out. The moment he heard what he wanted, he smiled unpleasantly and began washing my hair while persistently kneading my breasts. It wasn't pleasurable—just painful and pointless—and a flicker of irritation rose, but I still couldn't push his hands away.
“…Seo Jia.”
“What.”
“I've been thinking. You really want to shut Suah's mouth, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“If you keep obeying me like this, there's one way. …Of course, it only works if everything you said is true.”
“…What is it.”
Because he was the only one who held my weaknesses. The only one who had seen and touched my soft, vulnerable flesh.
“You said it yourself—she's a total pervert, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then seduce her. You're already close, so it shouldn't be hard. If she's really the pervert you claim, she'll jump at the chance to fuck a muscular guy with an idol. Go seduce her. …Then I'll act however you want in front of her.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Rapist, sasaeng fan, brother-sister, lovers—whatever you want, I'll play the part. …You seduce her with your own mouth. Logically, the boss can't be the one doing the seducing, can he?”
“….”
Even while gripping my weaknesses tightly, he was forcing me to expose them to someone else who had noticed.
“For that one day, I'll let you do whatever you want. If you want to whip me, go ahead. I'll allow it just for that day.”
“…You mean you'll whip me the next day.”
“You catch on quick.”
To make this twisted relationship irreversible. Not just a secret between him and me, but something Hinami, my sister, and Hwang Suah would all share—turning it into a hell I could never escape.
“If Suah really is the pervert you say she is, I won't feel any guilt either. …It's not like I'm dating her. I can just have a little fun with an acquaintance's little sister, right?”
“Did you ever have a conscience to begin with?”
“I do. …I'm feeling it like hell right now.”
He squeezed my weakness again, biting down hard on my soft ear while wetting it with something other than water. His cock, twitching unpleasantly, rubbed against my ass as he whispered in a low, deep voice.
“…How could I not feel guilty, doing this shit with my girlfriend's little sister.”
“….”
“Haeun's probably waiting downstairs for me to come home. You think I'm comfortable either?”
“Saying that… with your own mouth…”
“The fact that I'm saying it out loud is what makes the guilt hit. …Look how hard my cock got from the guilt.”
Treating morality like a spice sprinkled over desire, the devil spoke through a human mouth.
“And I do feel bad for your fans too. They probably bought dozens of albums just to see you.”
“…Trash.”
“You're not in a position to call me that right now.”
“You piece of trash.”
“…Says the girl who's badmouthing fans on a secret account while doing this with her future brother-in-law.”
“….”
He licked my ear stickily, trying to drag me into the same hell filled with Satan. No sweet words, no pleasant scent—just wrapping around me in a way that made me shiver.
“…Anyway, you and I are the same kind of trash. People who feel no hesitation about using others to get what they want aren't that common.”
“I'm… different from you…”
“Really? Then why did you come find me today? …Wasn't it to drag Hwang Suah down?”
“That's…”
“Ah, or were you jealous because we stopped contacting each other? I actually prefer that reason.”
“….”
He lightly choked my neck, forcing the rotten scent from his heart… straight into mine.
“It's one or the other. Answer. …Which is it.”
“…So what if it is.”
“Well, it doesn't matter which. …You and I are similar anyway.”
“….”
“Honestly, I like that my little sister-in-law thinks the same way I do.”
Without giving me a chance to resist or comply, he naturally did whatever he wanted.