Submission (5)
It trembles. Her waist. The ass that clings wetly to my palm. The inner walls that twitch and clamp down on my cock. Even her heart, pounding wildly out of control.
“…It’s fine. They’re gone.”
“…Really?”
“Just kidding, obviously.”
On a dark park bench. Whether a shadow had passed by or not, only I knew. The truth wasn’t all that important anyway.
“You’re such a fucking asshole…”
Her voice came out in a slight sob. She was clearly still riding the high, yet she clung to me, acting all cute and needy. The fact that she’d believed someone was there and felt it anyway, then felt relieved once she believed no one was—that was far more important than any trivial detail.
“Calm down. Stop shaking so much.”
The same went for this throbbing. This vibration. Whether it was from the cold night dew, from fear, or from something else entirely—it didn’t really matter.
What mattered was—
“Haa… haa…”
In the middle of a public street at night where anyone could appear, with her breasts, ass, and pussy all completely exposed, she was gasping for breath like that—yet still finding comfort in my arms. That was what truly mattered.
“Huu…”
The reason didn’t matter much. The feelings I held for her. The feelings she held for me. None of it meant anything. Just a few months ago, she was a woman I despised with every fiber of my being. She probably hadn’t felt any affection toward me either. In the end, all that remained were the memories burned into my retinas and the body heat currently sticking to my skin.
“…Lift your hips. The cum’s gonna leak.”
“…Yeah, yeah.”
I slowly lifted her up and pulled out my buried cock. The condom, swollen to the point it looked like it might burst, dangled from the tip. I carefully peeled it off and held it up in front of her eyes.
“Good thing I wore it. Would’ve been a disaster otherwise, right?”
“…Yeah.”
She stared at the semen of a man she didn’t even love and swallowed hard like an idiot.
“I should throw this away, but it feels weird to just toss it on the ground. Kinda rude to the neighborhood.”
“…”
“…Should I hang it here?”
I draped the evidence of the obscene act we’d just committed around the throat where her breath kept catching.
“…Doesn’t really suit you, does it? No matter how you look at it.”
“…”
A white necklace and black choker decorating her red scarf. …Honestly, it didn’t match. Not with that face flushed bright red.
“I brought wet wipes, so clean up a bit. …And put this on. I found it while digging around.”
“…You perverted bastard. Seriously.”
“…I didn’t even know I had it. I must’ve shoved it in my pocket last time and forgot.”
Even as she grumbled, she took the underwear I handed her and hurriedly covered the pussy that had just been greedily swallowing my cock. A mark like this—one she couldn’t possibly hide—didn’t suit her at all.
…You look better when you’re trembling in fear of getting caught than when you’re openly showing it off.
“Anyway, hide this one too. Someone might walk by again like before.”
“…You said it was a lie.”
“Before that. Before we went to the convenience store. Someone passed by in the alley, remember?”
“…”
She wiped the saliva-soaked cleavage, then tied the heavy condom to the string panties she’d just put on. Tight, so the contents wouldn’t leak. If you looked closely, the curve was noticeably visible even under the dress she’d readjusted. She’d hidden it, but it could definitely be noticed.
“Let’s go home and wash up. It’s cold.”
“…Yeah.”
I draped the cardigan I’d been sitting on over her shoulders, placed my hand on her waist again, and pulled the leash attached to her choker around to her back.
Click, click.
The two of us left the empty park.
Passing under the streetlights.
Heading back to our usual home.
“Not that fun, is it, Haeun?”
“…Yeah.”
“I don’t think we can do this often.”
This walk home wasn’t particularly pleasant. Not the way she’d looked at me with those slightly pitiful eyes a moment ago. Not the sex we’d forced in that uncomfortable position. Not even the lingering late-spring chill. Honestly, none of it was really my taste. Even if we got caught, it would just be a little embarrassing.
But if there was one thing I liked—
“…”
Seo Haeun, walking silently with her mouth shut tight, clinging to me and matching my stride.
…Even after doing something like this, she couldn’t even think about refusing anymore. The woman who once hated me… I was starting to like her a little now.
“…Ah.”
From a distance, I spotted a familiar head of violet hair stepping out of a large black car. Even though she looked exhausted, her face still carried that unmistakable air of elegance. Her eyes briefly met ours before her expression hardened, and she disappeared into the building.
“Looks like your sister’s schedule is over.”
“…Seems like it.”
What was the real difference between that woman and this one? Their genes were similar. Their faces were similar in overall structure. Their bodies and tastes were roughly the same, even if there were slight differences. They probably both used to look at me with similar disdain.
So why did that woman still glare at me with such contempt… while Seo Haeun craved me like this?
“Well, let’s head inside too. Wash up and get some sleep.”
“…Yeah.”
When you thought about it, the only difference was that I’d mixed my body with this one a bit. That I’d tasted her breasts a little. That I’d felt her body heat. That I’d half-tricked her out of her virginity.
“Tomorrow I’ve got to hit the gym again. Need to film some videos too. And I should look for places to borrow money…”
“…”
What she did to me wasn’t all that different. …So why, instead of wanting to break this woman, did I now want to nurture her? To decorate her, put a collar on her, and show her off to others?
If I had to give a reason…
“Haeun.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you hate it when I fuck other women?”
“…Yeah.”
Maybe it was because she was obsessed with me. If Hinami clung to me, I’d probably feel something similar. If the Seo Jia I just saw begged me, would I feel the same? It was possible.
So far, the people who had wanted me were usually after my body or my fame. Women who needed a fit, newly debuted twenty-year-old athlete. Women who thought a somewhat successful, decent-looking baseball player was cool. But the ones who wanted this trashy true nature of mine, after throwing away all those pretenses—there had only been two.
“Why? …Never mind. It’s not about why. …But what if you meet other women?”
“…”
Seo Haeun and Hinami. …This woman had arbitrarily decided I was just like her, and before she knew it, she’d been tamed by me. Hinami had grown interested in me after seeing me tame this woman.
“…Let me rephrase the question. How would you feel if I had sex with a woman who’s better than you?”
Honestly, I didn’t want to choose just one of them. It was because there was an idiot like Seo Haeun that Hinami wanted me. It was because there was a pervert like Hinami that Seo Haeun clung to me. If I had to pick one to date, I might have to choose, but I didn’t particularly want to.
Because—
“I hate it. …But if you treat them rougher than me, I don’t care.”
“…Really?”
We had a relationship that suited us better than lovers. …She filled my self-esteem. I filled hers. I helped with her work. She would help with mine in the future. We simply filled in each other’s shortcomings. A very convenient arrangement.
Like a dog that couldn’t help but like its owner, and an owner who couldn’t help but want to raise something cute.
“As long as you don’t say they’re better than me in front of me… I don’t care.”
“…Even if it’s your sister?”
“Yeah. …I don’t care.”
So, doing what she secretly wished for could be considered my own version of courtesy. To trample, violate, ruin, force to her knees, and break the younger sister she had always felt inferior to. Since she couldn’t do it alone, the only option was for me to do it while she treated me like her master. I had also been aiming at the wrong target all this time. And I had quite a bit of resentment built up toward that woman.
“Well, it was half a joke. …If the chance comes up.”
“…Kang Juhyuk, you always follow through when you say stuff like that.”
“If there’s no chance, I’d just end up getting dragged to the police station. …If I did it to someone like you, she’d probably report me right away.”
“…Maybe I should’ve reported you too.”
“Regretting it?”
“Of course. …Look at the state I’m in now.”
She lifted the hem of her dress to show the condom tied to her panties, then turned her head away in embarrassment. …Her ears were bright red. It was incomparably cuter and more obscene than the clumsy seduction she’d shown me over the past few days.
“Hey, wait—the elevator. There’s CCTV…!”
“…We’re not having sex.”
I pulled her close after she quickly fixed her clothes and stared at her now completely stupid-looking face. …There really were so many fucking idiots in this world. Why hadn’t anyone tried to take a woman this stupid?
Well, it wasn’t something I should say when I’ve known about her for years.
“Mmm…, chuup…, ha…up…”
She closed her eyes, and I tasted her flavor, which had become far too familiar. Sticky and clinging, still carrying a hint of clumsiness. Our tongues intertwined.
“…Puhah. Haa. …Mmm…”
I pulled my lips away for a moment, looked at her melted expression, and kissed her again. This time a little lighter than before.
“Mmm…, puha. …Kang Juhyuk,”
“…Seo Haeun.”
“…Yeah.”
“If you had been the famous one instead of your sister… it would’ve been really nice.”
“…Why?”
“Because you turn me on more. …Kissing you would feel more thrilling, wouldn’t it?”
“Perverted bastard. …Who would even date you?”
“Why? …If you get famous, are you going to kick me out?”
“…”
This time, I accepted her pout and kissed her more roughly. To the point that if anyone saw, they might think it was a bit vulgar.
“Heu…, up. Chuu…, mm, up…”
Deeply. Without caring if we were seen. By the time the elevator doors opened or closed, we weren’t paying attention at all.
“…Huaa. Ha. …Huhu. What is this? Seriously.”
“What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know, just… kissing you is funny.”
Her face had melted so completely it was now hazy. As she spouted such nonsense, I pulled her tightly into my arms exactly as I wanted.
“Let’s go inside. We’ve been in the elevator too long.”
“…Yeah.”
I grabbed the arms that were now firmly wrapped around my waist and headed toward the home that I could now clearly call ours. …While stroking her ears, which looked like they might burn up at any moment. Past the front door. Into the place no one else could see. I stepped inside.
The moment I closed the door and took off my shoes, just as she wanted—
“…Ah…♡”
I scooped her up, carried her to the bed, and threw her down.