Temptation (1)
“Ah, I’m thirsty. Haeun, can you get me some water?”
Muscular. Short hair. The kind of face nine out of ten people would assume belonged to an athlete. Surprisingly smooth skin for someone who looked like that. “Hey, I’m still wiping myself down, so just—”
His name was Kang Juhyuk. Personality: trash. Occupation: unemployed… no, rapist. The only good things about him were his strength and the size of his cock. A complete piece of human garbage.
“I’ll wipe it for you, so just hand me the water.”
He snatched the sticky tissue from my hand, tossed it carelessly onto the floor, and grabbed a fresh one. He rolled it up and pressed it against my chest. Even though I’d already wiped so much, his semen was still there, slowly being cleaned away. I could feel the pulse in his large hand—thump, thump—like it was mocking me.
Annoyed and irritated for no real reason, I covered my still-damp chest with one arm and handed him the cup of water instead. It didn’t matter how thoroughly I wiped; the smell would never come off anyway.
“…Satisfied?”
“Not sure.”
“Hey, how many times did you even cum—mmph…”
He took a sip of the water I’d given him, answered my question with complete nonchalance, then tilted the cup and poured the rest straight into my mouth. The taste of him on my tongue was washed away by the water, but the smell still lingered as it slid down my throat.
“Phew… God, the bed’s a mess…”
A man who never once considered anyone else’s comfort. I didn’t like men like him. I never would. He was nothing like my ideal type. And yet…
“What does it matter? It’s not even our house. She’ll clean it up herself.”
“…”
Even if that mixed liquid of water and saliva stained someone else’s sheets. Even if the smelly, sticky tissues scattered across someone else’s floor. If I could look down on that stupid girl staring up at me with that blank, shameless face, then—
“Should we go wash up? We can’t really do more right now anyway.”
“…I’ll go wash. I already wiped myself off.”
“Why? Afraid she’ll peek if you shower?”
If I could pour all my contempt onto a girl like that, then I could tolerate this man’s smell clinging to me. That was how much I hated her.
“No, I don’t care if she peeks… I just don’t want that bitch crawling in here all sticky and gross.”
“Then let’s just shower together.”
“No.”
The thrill of keeping something someone desperately wanted all to myself was almost as intoxicating as having sex with that bastard who was so good at it.
“Well, can’t be helped then. Ah… Hinami.”
“Ah… Yes, Oppa.”
“I’ll leave the cleanup to you. See you later. …Honestly, doing it again today would be a bit much for you too, right?”
“Eh…?”
But this man never moved according to my expectations.
“You wouldn’t want to do it with a cock that’s already gone soft after cumming so many times, would you?”
“…Of course not.”
He always did whatever he wanted.
“Hey. Kang Juhyuk.”
“What.”
“What did you just say to that bitch?”
“I told her to come find me on a day I’m not using my cock.”
“…Are you kidding me?”
I’d already given you everything you wanted. My lips, my collarbone, my navel. Even these breasts you love so much.
“Does it really bother you that much when I fuck her?”
“Yes. If you mess around with that slut, your cock will rot off.”
“Ah, actually—”
“Shut up.”
You took my first time—the one I’d protected all these years hoping to meet a decent man. All I’m asking is that you don’t give candy to a girl I don’t like. Is that really so hard?
“Do you really hate the idea of me sleeping with other girls that much?”
“…At least not that one.”
“Really? Then… you’ll just have to behave yourself.”
“What?”
“If you keep acting like you usually do with me, I won’t have the energy to do anything even if I want to, right?”
How far do you have to toy with me before you’re satisfied? I was nice to you today. I even pretended to be jealous, took everything you gave me when you fucked me so hard and came inside, and even let you squeeze my breasts until you were completely spent. And yet you—
“…You piece of trash.”
“Why are you sulking again? I’ll make pasta when we get back.”
“Does this look like I’m joking to you?”
“Yeah.”
“What?”
What the hell are you trying to take from me?
“The fact that you keep making excuses makes it obvious you’re just messing around.”
“What excuses…”
“Whatever. We’ll talk about this later. Let’s go.”
I still couldn’t figure out what he wanted from me, hidden behind those inhuman eyes. If he were just some simple pervert driven by lust, it would be easier to understand. But he wasn’t. If he really were that kind of man, he wouldn’t have brought me here. He would’ve come alone, fucked that pretty-faced girl in secret, and been done with it. There was no need to drag me into it. …Doing this wouldn’t make me jealous of him, and it definitely wouldn’t make me fall for him. It would only make me annoyed, and then the feeling would pass.
Cleaning up afterward… wasn’t easy. The smell soaked into the tissues and bedsheets made me dizzy. Touching the lingering heat brought back vivid memories of what had happened, making my heart pound. What would it have felt like if that magnificent cock had stirred inside me? What kind of expression would Haeun unni make if her master held another woman? And what would Juhyuk oppa’s face look like while he violated me, leaving Haeun unni behind? Fantasy after fantasy chained together endlessly, spinning tighter and tighter until I nearly fainted.
…Even after cumming so much, it had still looked so hard. Maybe I should’ve just begged him to fuck me right then.
“No, no.”
I felt a little regret now, but I’d already decided not to regret it. After all, I was an idol. My fans wouldn’t want to see me getting fucked half-heartedly by a cock that had already cum three times. If anything, they’d prefer watching me get taken like an animal by a cock that was still rock-hard and trembling. Just like how they preferred seeing my breasts bounce when I was genuinely excited rather than when I was just doing business choreography.
Honestly, mine weren’t small, but they weren’t as big as Jia’s or Haeun unni’s either. Sometimes it felt like he liked my body even more than theirs. Perverted bastards. …Well, I was a pervert too, so I couldn’t really complain.
“Ah, I need to clean up…”
The same went for that 8-inch dildo I’d deliberately left out in the corner. Offering my virginity to something that had no emotions and was even smaller than Juhyuk oppa’s cock would be such a waste. My body was worth so much. If I wanted to tear up my contract right now, how much penalty would I have to pay? If I kept wearing my mask and stayed active like this, how many more buildings could I buy? My IQ had dropped quite a bit after cumming so hard earlier, so I wasn’t sure, but it had to be an enormous amount. That was why I’d decided to gift this high-value body to someone who could cook it deliciously. The men I met through idol work all seemed like terrible cooks. …And none of them looked particularly hungry either. None of them seemed as obsessed as Juhyuk oppa—willing to ruin everything just to get what he wanted.
“…Me too.”
That was why I wanted to be ruined by him. I lived a life where I couldn’t afford to break down in front of others. My smile, my walk, even the way I dressed—everything had to be calculated. I wanted to fall apart even more than I had earlier. With that ruined back view, I wanted to smile in front of my fans. Ah, how thrilling and sinful that would feel. Like becoming the magical girl I’d admired as a child, having all sorts of unspeakable things done to me, then transforming back and pretending nothing had happened.
That day, the pasta Juhyuk made was delicious, as always. The next morning too. The morning after that at lunch. The evening after that. I only ate delicious things. “…” “Why are you staring?” …Kang Juhyuk hadn’t touched me. The man who used to fuck me at least once every three days no matter how much I ignored him. The bastard who used to grope me every single day even if he didn’t fuck me. For three whole days after that, he hadn’t laid a single finger on me. “Just… I was wondering if you were going to sleep too.” Today made it four days. “You’re going to bed already?” “Why? Can’t I?” Normally he would’ve slipped his hand under my tank top to touch the side of my breast. At the very least, he would’ve stroked my thigh without even asking. “No, if you want to sleep, then sleep.” “…I’m going to wash up.” Even when I clearly said I was going to shower, he didn’t react at all. He didn’t follow me either. Just a few days ago he’d been so desperate for me, and even though that idol was prettier and more popular than me—though her breasts were smaller—he’d only fucked me. So why was he now pretending he didn’t feel any sexual desire toward me, acting like we were just casual friends? “Aren’t you going to wash up?” “Not sure.” “…” You were turned on by me, weren’t you? Even now you’re dying to fuck me, aren’t you? …I can see your erection through your pants. You want to grab my hips—the ones you love so much—and pound into me. You want to squeeze my breasts from behind, then slap my ass when you want to change positions. Then climb on top of me like always and cum deep inside. …Don’t you? “…I’m really going to shower.” “Yeah, got it. Go wash up.” “…” …So you’re going to keep pretending you’re not turned on? Let’s see how long you can hold out. If you could resist fucking me, you wouldn’t have gotten me drunk and raped me the moment you couldn’t wait to seduce a woman. So you probably won’t be able to hold back. Even if I don’t say anything out loud.