XXX Academy Second-Year Class 6, Seo XX (2)
She tosses aside the school uniform drenched in thick, white fluid. The stench is foul. Even brushing against it feels repulsive. …Ah, some got on my chest. I shoot him a glare as he hands me a wet wipe with a satisfied look, then wipe it off.
"Hey, you have to wear that in the video. What if it leaves a stain?"
"…It'll come out in the wash."
"You need to wash it right away. Give it here."
After handing him the clothes, he puts his underwear back on and leaves the room. I follow to escape the stench and see his back as he scrubs the uniform in the bathroom with dish soap. His back is so rugged it makes me wonder if it's really the same person. His shoulders are ragged with scars. Thighs wider than my waist. Calves thicker than my thighs. …At that size, he probably wouldn't die even if stabbed with a knife. A bullet might not even take him down. Seriously.
"…Did it come off?"
"More or less. Scrubbing with detergent gets most of it out."
He must have done this before—he rubs the fabric expertly, removing the semen. How many times will I have to satisfy this man's desires before I'm free of him? A month? Half a year? Or until I'm over thirty? …With this psychopath?
"Ah, it's mostly clean now."
"…Do I have to put it back on?"
"Do whatever you want. …Though if you wear something else, you'll probably have to wash that too."
"Then give it here. …I'll wear it."
But right after finishing with that satisfied release, Kang Juhyuk is surprisingly normal. Unless he's actively trying to torment me, he doesn't seem like a psychopath or a rapist. He stares intently at my chest, stomach, and thighs, but that's just everyday life. He's just extremely lecherous, and surprisingly, he's a decent cook as a roommate. I tell myself every day that living with him will kill me, but when it's not night, he doesn't bother me much. …I can't deny that my YouTube channel grew because of that bastard either.
"Let's watch some TV while the clothes dry."
I put the uniform back on—only the chest area is damp—and sit beside him. As long as he isn't trying to devour me like this, I feel at ease. Ah, if I just satisfy him one more time today, he'll let it go. Good thing he doesn't look annoyed. He won't pounce on me. That brings relief. …Relief, and at the same time, worry. Ah… I'll have to do this again tomorrow. The day after. The day after that. Next month too.
"…The remote."
"Thanks."
I hand him the remote and lean back on the sofa. His profile as he watches TV looks far more relaxed than mine. His protruding brow bone. Long nose. Sharp eyes. The philtrum with sparse stubble, and his square jaw. Each feature looks fine on its own, so why do they look so vicious when put together? Ah, it's not that they look vicious—he really is vicious. At least the Kang Juhyuk who smiled warmly at the gym didn't seem like a bad guy. Only after feeling his sinister touch did those lecherous eyes start to look frightening.
"Ah, right. Your sister has a new song coming out soon, right?"
"…Yeah?"
That vicious bastard always picks topics he knows I'll hate. Normally he only talks about coffee or food, but the moment he gets horny, he starts chipping away at my pride.
"How do I know and you don't? Aren't you sisters?"
"You know we're not close. You too."
My sister, preparing a new song amid everyone's cheers. Me, getting dirtied under the filthy gazes of all kinds of trash. The more I compare us, the uglier I feel, so I want to pretend I don't know even if I do.
"Anyway, I saw on your sister's Instagram that she's wearing a school uniform too. Look. Want to try it on? It's less embarrassing than cosplay, isn't it?"
"…Why are you looking at her Instagram?"
"Her group is insanely popular. If the song does well, of course I'd cover it on guitar for views. As for the outfit, I'd just steal it once the music video drops."
Even this man mentions her popularity without hesitation—my sister is far superior to me. I'm nothing compared to her, just some girl doing YouTube with her body. …Honestly, I know it too. What I'm doing is basically no different from being a stripper.
"I'm not doing it. Not her song."
"It's not her song. It's her group's song. How much of a part does she even have?"
"…She's the main vocalist, you idiot."
"Oh, really? I didn't know that."
…I never thought that just wearing a suit would attract so many horny bastards. But I knew that if I did cosplay or wore revealing clothes to show off my body, something would happen. That's why I didn't want to do it. My sister's a popular idol. If I become some internet stripper who takes her clothes off, it'd be too pathetic. But what's even more pathetic is—
"Group song or whatever, I'm not doing it. …Just do what you said—game or anime songs or something."
…Becoming the older sister who copies her younger sister. I really don't want that, even if it kills me. Being told to wear the exact same clothes as my sister and play guitar? I'd rather spread my legs for Kang Juhyuk than do that. It feels like my barely intact pride would turn to dust.
"Well… then I'll look for something you want. The outfit matters more than the song anyway."
"…Yeah."
The clothes I'm wearing now are disgusting enough, but it's still better than imitating my sister. I don't even know the character's name, but anyway, it's a complete stranger. Even if it's a fictional character, my sister Seo Yeeun and the idol Seo Jia are completely different people, so it's the same thing. …Thinking that way, maybe the YouTuber Sophia and Seo Haeun are completely different people too. If someone watches my channel, would they think I'm a woman who's being blackmailed by a rapist and toyed with every day? They probably can't even imagine it. Those crazy bastards probably think I have a boyfriend too.
"…The night view really is nice."
Maybe that's why I don't feel much disgust even as he openly slips his hand under my skirt and gropes my thigh. He's not harassing me—he's harassing the busty, fair-skinned guitar YouTuber, right? Or maybe his hobby is humiliating his former boss's daughter. Since I'm doing cosplay now, maybe he's just some perverted bastard who likes high school girls. Either way it's disgusting, but thinking it's not directed at me makes me strangely numb. …I know it's just mental victory, but if I don't do this, my mind will break.
"Hey, Kang Juhyuk."
"What?"
"…Are you going to pounce on me again?"
"I won't if you don't want me to."
So I grab his wrist as he touches me, stand up, and look down at him. …Ah, seriously. I tried to change my mindset just once, but seeing that vicious face makes my heart pound again. Hey, what are you doing, you crazy bitch! If you act cocky with a guy who looks like that, you'll die. My heart blares warnings like a car horn. …But then—
"Then pounce on me. Go ahead."
"…Suddenly?"
"You're going to make me do something lewd anyway. With my mouth, my chest, my thighs—wherever. …Right?"
But I ignore the blaring warnings and keep pressing the accelerator. …Because the one wearing these clothes and saying these strange things isn't me. Yeah, if you think about it logically, it doesn't make sense. A twenty-six-year-old woman, blackmailed by a psychopathic rapist, wearing a school uniform and servicing him with her chest? Ahaha, what is that? That's not even some AV men like. It doesn't make sense.
"Well, that's true."
"If that's the case, just pounce on me. …Pounce on me."
What makes more sense is two fit man and woman doing it because they like each other. …Even if his heart is pitch black, the fact that his body's good is true. Same for me.
"…Really?"
"Re…ally… Kyaa…!"
The moment he hears my arrogant provocation, he doesn't hesitate—he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me to his room. …Shit, my heart's racing. But I still don't regret it. I know exactly what horrible things I'll go through, but it's fine. It's not like I'm the one being violated anyway. …It's just some slightly crazy twenty-six-year-old woman doing high school girl cosplay who's getting fucked.
"…Spread your legs, you fucking bitch."
"Can't you talk nicer, Kang Juhyuk?"
I sneer at Kang Juhyuk, who's also twenty-six but does whatever he wants. Seeing that, Kang Juhyuk gets even more excited—he quickly strips off his underwear and roughly hikes up my clothes.
"You seduced me, this is on you."
"I didn't seduce you. I just said you could pounce on me, right? …You're the one who got horny on your own, Kang Juhyuk."
"…You're insane, seriously."
I completely ignore my heart, which is blaring every possible warning. What are you going to do? No matter how much it pounds, if he doesn't pounce now, he'll make me satisfy him tomorrow anyway, right? …It's the same. I'll have to relieve his lust tomorrow too. Just without being pounced on.
"I'm asking one last time. Don't change your answer."
"Record it if you want. …You like that kind of thing. You perverted bastard."
"…Hey, fuck. Take off your panties. Hold your clothes like that."
Before even hearing his command, I pull off my panties and hook them on my thigh. The reason I don't take them all the way off is because I learned it from some perverted psychopath. Apparently, half-off panties are hotter or something. Well, seeing him get horny over a school uniform, that kind of fetish is whatever. …Fucking pervert.
"…Answer me. You asked me to pounce on you, right?"
"Yes, yes. …That's right."
"…Say your name too. Who I am and who you are."
"You're the fucking psycho Kang Juhyuk, and…"
To that perverted bastard, I let myself be filmed in the most obscene, humiliating state possible.
"…I'm the seventeen-year-old high school girl Seo Haeun, and this crazy bastard raped me."
"…Hey."
"What. …You raped me, didn't you? No?"
…For the first time, I smiled at the camera and flipped it off with a bright grin. Ahaha…
"…."
But seeing Kang Juhyuk huffing angrily at me like that, I feel a mix of joy at having toyed with him for the first time and… honestly, fear so intense I can barely move a finger. Sorry. Haeun. You're going to get completely wrecked. …But well, you won't remember it anyway. My memories of sex are always hazy. Probably… It won't be okay.