Taming (4)
I stare steadily at Seo Haeun’s chest, which is filled with embarrassment and fear. As always, she’s wearing long sleeves and long pants, her baggy tracksuit doing nothing to show off her figure. Even dressed like that, her body makes me so horny every single day that it’s hard to hold back. It seems stupid to claim her figure wouldn’t work.
“Are you going to do it or not? Answer me. If you really can’t, I can change the terms a little.”
“J-just… not touching…”
Even as she trembles, she tries to leave out the most important part. I take one more step closer until I’m almost touching her and whisper into her ear.
“…Exactly what kind of touching isn’t allowed.”
I don’t make any threats, but I let the pressure crush her on its own.
“Hands? Legs? Thighs? Breasts? …If none of that works, then I can’t accept the deal. How far are we talking? Tell me.”
“…N-not sex…”
Tormenting this busty, gloomy girl who’s begging me not to have sex after she proposed the bet herself is far too enjoyable. Outside, Seo Haeun doesn’t seem gloomy at all—she looks like a bold, seductive woman—but the version of her I see holed up in her room is gloomier than any woman I’ve ever met. How else would you describe a woman who’s never had a boyfriend and never leaves the house except to go to the gym? The fact that she’s only tried clitoral masturbation because she’s scared of dildos is insane too. …Honestly, holding back from jerking off in preparation for fucking her is reaching its limit.
“Not sex? …So everything else is fine?”
“I mean, just… don’t touch weird places. And…”
“What weird places? You have to say it clearly.”
“…My breasts and… down there… Anyway! That’s not allowed…”
“So nipples and pussy are off-limits? Everything else is okay?”
“…”
I remember hearing once that ninety-nine percent of the time, no comment means agreement. It’s her way of saying, “I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud, so please just take it as consent!” In this situation, it translates to: “Anywhere except my pussy and tits is fine, so use my body however you want.” Regardless of what she’s actually thinking, that’s the conclusion.
“Fine. Then I’ll only touch the other places. If the next video also gets over ten thousand views, you’ll do whatever I say, right?”
“…”
“Say yes. Or just nod. You lost the bet, so you have to keep your promise.”
“U-ugh… yeah…”
I smile at Haeun, who has been forced to hand over the “Seo Haeun Free-Use Pass,” then step away from her and check the YouTube comments again.
…I tried to spread the video virally without getting caught, but the comment section is a complete mess anyway. Some people are saying things like “whoa, fuck, those tits are insane” in roundabout ways, while others are straightforward: “Her tits are so fucking hot, I want to suck on her nipples.” There are a few normal comments like “You play guitar well,” but the people commenting on this video in the first place came here because of the thumbnail showing her shirt buttons about to burst. Or they saw the viral posts I scattered around, dug up the original, and followed the source here. In the end, out of the nine thousand people who watched this, every single one is a pervert. …A few of the normal comments were even posted by me.
“Okay, let’s film right now. You already showered, so put on the same outfit from last time and come to the soundproof booth. Pick a song you’re good at playing.”
“Got it…”
“Hey, at this rate the views are coming in fast, so you’ll probably start making money too. There are some channels I watch that don’t get as many views as you but still pull in decent revenue.”
Well… not that it’s a bad thing. Getting turned on by her body is just normal sexual desire. I put it out there for people to see, so of course they’re going to look. And I plan to keep spreading it.
“Why were you even worrying when there’s such an easy path? I told you—with a body like yours, you could just sit there studying and it would still work. Remember?”
“N-no, I didn’t think it would go this far…”
Seo Haeun, who has somehow become an idol for perverts, keeps staring at her phone in shock from losing the bet and from the absurdly exploding view count. I think it’s better not to look at the comments until they’re moderated, but since we can’t delete every single sexual comment anyway, it doesn’t really matter. From the fact that she’s already dabbled in auditions, guitar, and YouTube, she clearly has the same attention-seeking streak as me. Even this kind of dirty attention probably doesn’t feel completely disgusting to her. If she didn’t have the desire to be envied by others, she wouldn’t have even considered this path.
“Hey, your little sister has smaller tits than you but a better body and she’s doing really well. Why wouldn’t you blow up? Same skin tone, even bigger breasts.”
“…”
I keep pumping her up like this, pulling out the pride she’s been suppressing because of her successful sister. Normally this would be sexual harassment rather than praise, but for Seo Haeun—who lost the bet yet ultimately succeeded—this is the perfect timing to get the real meaning across.
“Have some confidence. It’s crude, but honestly, you’re insanely hot. You felt it too when you worked at the baseball club. The players would stare and whisper whenever they were bored. …That was all sexual harassment, you know? They wanted to fuck you.”
“Crazy bastards…”
“But Haeun, you know this too—most guys are obsessed with sex. Women too. At this age, everyone runs on sexual desire.”
“…”
“Your sister is the same. She shakes her ass on stage and appeals sexually to fans, and that’s why she’s raking in money and doing so well. She’s barely twenty and already bought two houses.”
I work hard to twist her sexually conservative values. Even if that doesn’t turn a twenty-six-year-old woman who’s never even kissed into a total slut overnight, she can’t just brush off such tempting words.
“Even if it’s one won per view, you already made ten thousand won yesterday by working for ten minutes. If you work another ten minutes today, you’ll make another ten thousand. The only difference from your usual self is wearing a shirt and skirt. And even just that creates this huge gap.”
“I didn’t know it would be like this, so I…”
A woman who used to barely earn around two hundred while ignoring the sweaty men’s sexual harassment. She just strummed her guitar in her warm room like always as a hobby, and now she’s making ten thousand won in ten minutes—would she still want to keep working a normal job? Of course not. Of course. When I see acquaintances around me making money by rolling money, I get so jealous I could die, but now that she’s learned how to create money for free without any starting capital, there’s no way she can go back to how things were.
“Now that you know, just make good use of it. So hurry up and go to your room, change, and come back. Today you’ll make twenty thousand won in ten minutes of work. Tomorrow, forty thousand.”
“…”
Even knowing she’ll lose again if she wears the same outfit, shows the same amount of skin, appeals sexually with just her body, and plays guitar at the same level, she walks into her room with confused eyes, puts on the same tight suit from yesterday, and steps into the soundproof booth.
Today she made one mistake while playing, so it took fifteen minutes total, but when I woke up the next morning, the new video had already reached five thousand views in just half a day. At this point, she seemed more interested in the money than the bet.
***
March 20th. Evening.
…She lost again.
“Haeun, what are you going to do? It hit ten thousand in just one day.”
…Something’s wrong. This doesn’t make sense. She’s been glued to her phone all day watching the view count, and it keeps going up. What is this?
“This is… impossible…”
“The previous video is almost at twenty thousand too, so this one hitting ten thousand isn’t strange. What’s the problem?”
“Did you… advertise this somewhere…?”
“I didn’t advertise it. People were already asking who you were just from the thumbnail.”
“…”
She knew he must have pulled some tricks. …But even if it’s Kang Juhyuk, there’s not much he could do besides spreading the photos like he said. Just that level of promotion caused this? For me? …I went around to so many auditions after graduating and couldn’t even get one second of TV time.
“Anyway, since I won, come to my room after you shower once we finish dinner. There’s space for you to lie down on the bed today too, you know?”
He sits in the winner’s seat as if it’s natural and orders the loser around however he wants.
…It’s strange. It’s clearly because my body is attractive and I play guitar well that things turned out this way. So why do I have to lose to that man and listen to him? In the end, that just means Kang Juhyuk believes in me more than I do.
“Um… Kang Juhyuk, the promise…”
“Aish, I’ll keep it. Obviously. No touching your breasts or pussy, right?”
“…”
“Staring at your phone won’t make the views go down. Give up. Go shower and come to my room. …Ah, keep the suit on.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“You’ll find out when you come. …I won’t touch the places you told me not to, so just come quietly.”
Even while knowing that once she finishes the dinner he prepared she’ll be devoured, she can’t take her eyes off the comments flooding her channel. Most of them are comments mocking her body, but occasionally there are people praising her guitar skills too. More than the fear of losing the bet, the short comment “Sis, your guitar is insane” shakes her heart even harder.
…This isn’t the time to let my guard down over something like that when I’m about to be eaten. My heart feels loose. Infinitely so.