Her House
"You can drink more...?"
"It's fine. It's fine. Cocktails don't cause hangovers."
With completely unfocused eyes, I chug the last cocktail right beside her. Then I slump my head onto the table like I've blacked out. In reality she's the one who's drunk, but it's true that the atmosphere has me buzzed too.
"Hey, Kang Juhyuk! You're drunk!"
"...I'm only drinking like this because I'm drunk. I don't usually drink this way."
"...Are you okay?"
"I wasn't okay before, but now I'm feeling a little better..."
The subject I'd briefly switched to get closer to her circles right back around, highlighting my pathetic situation once more. After all, I am a lonely man who just got dumped. And she is a compassionate, considerate woman kind enough to embrace a pitiful guy like me. The bond we've built over drinks and rising intoxication. In this play, with this setting and background, Seo Haeun simply cannot ignore me. There's no reason for her to quit this enjoyable game, either.
"Where am I supposed to sleep starting tonight..."
"...Aren't you going home?"
"If I go back, I'll have to see that person's face. How could I possibly go...?"
"Are you... cohabiting with someone?"
"...Didn't I mention it?"
"You didn't!"
"Then I guess I didn't. Whatever..."
I erase even the safest exit route. I strip away her choices until she has no option left. Until the only choice is to sleep with me.
"...Haeun."
"What?"
"Can't you let me crash for just a few hours? ...I feel like I'm going to die from how sleepy I am."
"...Let you sleep? It's the middle of the day right now?"
"My after-effect is sleeping. I feel like I'm dying. Right now..."
"..."
The fact that the sun was still blazing outside turned out to be the perfect device to lower her guard. If it had been late at night she might have felt some sense of danger, but the bright sunlight pouring down beyond the building would wipe that tension away. This wasn't about inviting a man inside her home. It was just temporarily watching over a drunk whose movements had grown sluggish. In this little drama, the defenseless one is me, not her. At least within the play.
"...Um, first of all. Can you stand up?"
"Yeah, probably..."
"Then stand up. Stop drinking. Let's go."
"Where...?"
"I'll just let you sleep for a bit. Get up."
There was no way she could lift a massive frame like mine, but I obediently rise at her touch. Even while barely keeping my balance, I pull out my wallet, pay the bill, and stagger out of the bar.
"Are you sure you can walk...? It looks like you're about to fall..."
"It's fine. I won't fall. I won't..."
My steps are so heavy that "plodding" doesn't even cover it. More like thudding. With half-lidded eyes I watch the direction she's leading from up ahead.
...I'd suspected as much, but it really is here? The certainty that she was leeching off her little sister only grew stronger, yet the thought of sleeping with a beautiful woman in a luxurious home was already sobering me up. Of course, the clearer my head became, the more shameless my performance grew.
At most a seven- or eight-minute walk from the gym. Fifteen minutes if I walked from my own place. A wealthy neighborhood by any standard. The building itself was practically a fortress. A design medieval European nobles would have adored, blended with modern sensibility. It practically screamed expensive. It wasn't merely that the complex had a convenience store. There was a full supermarket, a gym, and even a screen-golf facility. Security guards stood in the lobby, and they even ran ID checks. I could feel in my bones exactly what it meant to live in a completely different world.
Thanks to all that, my suspicions about her had now hardened into solid fact. This apartment was so outrageously expensive that not even the general manager could touch it, let alone Seo Haeun. It had to be Seo Jia's place. I felt a slight jolt of surprise at how drastically one's entire lifestyle could change simply because their family was filthy rich.
"...Um, Kang Juhyuk. Listen. I'm sorry, but I can't let you stay until tonight..."
"I understand..."
Yet after dragging a man nearly thirty centimeters taller than her all the way here, the far greater surprise was watching Seo Haeun finally register the danger.
...I'd been half-skeptical about her claim of zero dating experience, but this reaction made me think she might genuinely have zero experience with men at all. It wouldn't be strange if the stalking she'd suffered in high school had caused her to slam the door shut on anything sexual.
"The elevator is... over there. It's on the thirty-seventh floor..."
It would have been easy to drop the act here, but to perfect the performance I lean against the wall. When the elevator dings to a stop I step out, stealing a sideways glance at the luxurious hallway as she punches in the door-lock code.
940919...
Probably her birthday. Unlike the meticulous security of the building itself, the password had zero protection. It was almost comical.
...Honestly, if you ignored her face and body and looked only at the person, Seo Haeun didn't belong in a place like this. Neither did I.
"..."
Seo Haeun had grown so stiff she couldn't even manage a proper welcome. I suppressed the urge to run my fingers through the beige hair visible from behind and let out another dying groan to remind her I was drunk, easing the tension.
"...C-come in..."
I push past her the moment she finally offers the greeting, kick off my shoes, and walk straight into the living room. Without a shred of manners I collapse onto the sofa. Right arm covering my eyes, left arm dangling off the side. I keep breathing steadily, advertising I'm passed out to put her at ease.
"Are you... asleep?"
"..."
I don't answer. I simply breathe in a steady rhythm, anticipating what stance she might take. The front door is already closed. Raping her right now wouldn't be difficult at all. But there's no need for that. I can violate her violently without resorting to such crude methods.
"Ah, shit... I must be out of my mind, for real..."
Even though I look dead asleep, she begins stomping her feet and slapping her own cheeks. With my eyes closed I can only hear the sounds, but the clear panic in her voice tells me she feels far more threatened by me than I'd expected.
...Does this woman truly have no experience? Drinking with a heartbroken man and bringing him home is basically an open invitation for sex. I'd never seen such an innocent reaction in my life. Honestly, I was the one getting flustered.
"What do I do about this..."
She bustles around for a moment, then throws a blanket over me. I hear a door open and she disappears inside.
...Once the alcohol wears off it'll be much harder to make a move. I was wondering how long I should keep pretending to sleep when the door opened again and Seo Haeun's voice drifted out.
"...Hello? Ah, Jia... Where are you right now? Are you upstairs?"
I can't hear the voice on the other end, but I know exactly who it is.
...Seo Jia. Her little sister.
"You're not home? You're outside? Ah, then that's no good..."
The short conversation instantly gave me a rough picture of the situation. Seo Jia lives upstairs. It would be hard to find a better apartment than this one, so it made sense for the sisters to live in the same building even if they weren't sharing a unit.
"You know, your big sister had some drinks... and right now the situation has gotten a little weird?"
She was clearly feeling intense anxiety about being alone with a man and was trying to summon her younger sister for backup.
...This is bad. An unforeseen development. Too dangerous.
"Ah... you can't? You still have schedule left?"
Unfortunately, the popular little idol had no intention of answering her older sister's desperate cry for help. I wasn't exactly a fan, but at that moment I wanted to cheer for her with all my heart.
...If the chance comes later, maybe I'll get a look at her face. She really was fucking gorgeous.
"It's almost three o'clock now... Six? You'll come at six?"
Three hours. A little shorter than a typical motel stay, but more than enough time to satisfy my urges. Using force had become riskier, but overall it wasn't a bad turn of events. And if I got lucky, I might even have something to brag about later.
"Okay. Ah, yeah. Don't get annoyed... I'm sorry. I got it, I got it. I'll use the card in moderation. I only ate a meal, that's all. A meal. ...Cook it myself, you say...? I understand..."
Listening to Seo Haeun grovel so excessively to her little sister, I carefully sorted through which words I should say and which I should keep to myself.
...What kind of approach would make her unable to refuse? What kind of stimulation would plant guilt inside her? What kind of touch would make her feel sexual excitement? What kind of soothing would leave her satisfied? I ponder and organize every detail. All so I can eventually grab those voluptuous breasts that are almost impossible to imagine.
"...Fucking bitch, seriously..."
I was startled when she immediately hurled curses the moment she hung up, but the sounds that followed were far more important, so I didn't have time to stay surprised.
"Ah... I'm breaking out in cold sweat. For real..."
The door bursts open and slams shut again. The rustling of clothes brushes against my sharpened hearing. Soon the sound of water spraying against skin fills the air, teasing my rising lust.
...I don't know whether she locked the bathroom door or not. But it doesn't matter either way. I always carry a nail clipper and an ear pick. The ear pick isn't usually needed, but you never know.
"Huu..."
I let out a long breath, hide my presence, and strip off every piece of clothing. I don't bother hiding my rock-hard cock either. Taking the ear pick from my wallet and gripping it in my left hand, I walk heavily toward the sound of running water.
I slide the metal into the tiny keyhole that might as well say "Please come in" and push the door open with a firm shove.
...Is this woman insane? She didn't even lock it.
"...Uh, uh...?"
I didn't need to prepare for the one-in-a-million chance. It was handed to me effortlessly.
...An impossibly beautiful pink nipple. Breasts so full they looked like water balloons rather than droplets. The soft underside that seemed to beg to be squeezed. An ass so firm and round it might as well have been coquettishly asking to be spanked.
...The naked body of Seo Haeun, who had despised me so thoroughly, now glistening wet under the spray.