A Drunken Performance
I casually dropped the ear pick I didn’t even need onto the floor and strode confidently into the bathroom. A faint metallic clatter rang out as the thin rod rolled across the tiles, but the sound was so small it never reached her ears. That’s why an ear pick is better than chopsticks. No need to fetch it from the kitchen, and it’s easy to throw away.
“What the—what, wh-wh-what the hell!”
“Jina….”
There’s no woman named Jina that I know. I simply took the name I’d overheard earlier and tacked on a few fitting consonants. Staring at her beautiful naked body with completely deranged eyes, I took one step closer.
“Jina… it’s your fault, isn’t it? It’s not my fault….”
“Kyaaak! Let go, let go! You crazy—”
I pulled the startled Seo Haeun into my arms as she even spat out curses, pressing my rock-hard cock against her damp navel. Her voluptuous breasts that I’d wanted to grab countless times were crushed against my chest, and I savored them to my heart’s content.
“…Your ass has gotten a lot bigger. Did that bastard touch you and make it this big?”
“You—what the hell are you saying…!”
The soft, warm texture of her breasts. The smooth, silky feel of her belly. Even the firm yet squishy sensation of her ass—I squeezed them all without restraint, soaking myself in forbidden pleasure.
“Haa… You fucking bitch. How many times do you think I looked the other way while you were cheating on me?”
“Let go, let gooo…! I’m not your girlfriend…!”
“So you’re saying you’re not even my girlfriend anymore? Can’t hang out with a jobless bastard like me?”
While toying with her—the woman whose every measurement matched the imaginary girlfriend in my head—I gradually pushed her harder against the wall. So she couldn’t shake me off or run away. I trapped Seo Haeun inside the shower stall.
“When you were getting fucked by me, you felt it like crazy. Now you like money more than dick? Or is his bigger than mine?”
“Let me go! Seriously… you’re insane. Kang Juhyuk, you’re drunk…!”
“I’m doing this because I’m drunk, Jina. Huh? You fucking bitch. Did you think I was a pushover?”
“I’m not Jina! I’m Seo Haeun, Seo Haeun! Seo Haeun…!”
“What Seo Haeun? The real Seo Haeun is way hotter than you, you know?”
“What are you even—mmph….”
I seized the wrists of the woman flailing and resisting with her entire body and violated her lips without a shred of consent. It was a sweeter kiss than any I’d experienced before. Without caring about her feelings at all, I shoved my tongue inside, thoroughly mixing the alcohol scent wafting from both of us.
“Puhah… Haa….”
“…Fucking bitch….”
I ravaged her tongue until she was on the verge of suffocating, then spun her body around, rubbing my cock against her ass while reaching up to grab the breasts I’d wanted to squeeze so badly. I’d already felt it when I pinned her with my torso, but the heavy, plush sensation was maddening. When I pushed my fingers in, they sank in without resistance, yet the moment I relaxed, they bounced back out with shameless elasticity that made my head spin.
“You crazy rapist bastard, let gooo…!”
“Yeah, fuck. Rapist. Sounds good. A cheating whore and a rapist make a perfect match, don’t they?”
“I’m not your girlfriend, ugh, bleh….”
I shoved my fingers into the mouth of the woman who kept protesting, pinching the tip of her tongue to silence her. Then, while slowly rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks, I nibbled on Seo Haeun’s ear, toying with her until she was gradually stained with unwanted pleasure.
“Mmph, ngh… Aah… Haak….”
“Why is your skin so smooth now? Did you get a massage with that guy or something?”
With my remaining hand, I relentlessly tormented her nipples. Tickling them with my palm. Pinching the tips. Twisting them just enough to hurt, then releasing and squeezing her entire breast between my fingers. When I finally sucked her already bright-red ear into my mouth, saliva began dripping down, so I slowly let her tongue go.
“Heek… Hey, hey… You crazy bastard….”
“Me too, fuck. If I could, I wanted to cheat on you with the real Seo Haeun.”
“What—what the hell are you talking about…!”
The resentment toward the imaginary Jina in her head, the desire for the Seo Haeun I held in my hands—I poured it all out without hiding a thing and slid my hand down to her still-dry pussy. Just from touching it, I could feel its sleek shape, and my cock, wedged between her like a hot dog, kept oozing precum nonstop.
“Haak… Ah, d-don’t touch me….”
I gently rolled my middle finger and pressed firmly on the clitoris I encountered. She let out a clearly different moan than before. I didn’t miss it, rubbing that spot at high speed and dragging her into the swamp of pleasure I offered.
“Uhhng, hey, you crazy, trash bastard…! I told you to let gooo…!”
I pushed my finger in a little deeper, sliding my middle finger between her folds. Seo Haeun’s body gradually curled inward until she could no longer stand without bracing herself against the wall. I lifted her up with one powerful motion, adjusting her so she clung to me even more tightly, then without giving her any rest, I continued attacking her clit and pussy.
“Nngh… Uht…! I’m going to kill you, I told you to let gooo…! Haak…!”
Unable to withstand my persistent caresses, she trembled all over while letting out lewd nasal moans. Feeling that beautiful sight of her feminine body quivering directly against my own, I slipped a hand under her knees and lifted her up like a princess.
“Hey, hey… What are you doing…!”
Whether she was too flustered to know what to do or overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, Seo Haeun—still in my arms—covered her face with both hands and kicked her legs weakly, offering what little resistance she could. But I ignored her struggles entirely, carried her out of the bathroom, and headed for the room that looked most like a bedroom. I kicked the door open and stepped inside.
“…Jina.”
“I’m not Jina, you crazy bastard!”
“Let’s make up. I’ll forgive you. I can’t hold back because your body’s so fucking hot.”
“I said I’m not, you fucking dog….”
I threw her soaked body onto the bed visible the moment the door opened, climbed on top, spread her thighs, and stared at the hidden slit.
…It was far more obscene than I’d felt from touch earlier. Her neat little pussy was drenched and waiting for me. It wasn’t completely open, but the folds barely hid the glistening pink interior. The way it teasingly revealed that color perfectly complemented her disproportionately massive breasts, making my cock throb so hard it felt like it would burst.
“You evil bitch, what did I ever do wrong…!”
“I keep telling you it’s not me!”
“I know.”
“What…?”
“I said I know. …You’re not Jina.”
After drinking in every hidden part of her, I finally let out a lament in a voice choked with anger and tears. From now on, I would throw away any excuses about being drunk or mistaken and pin her down with raw force.
“Haeun.”
“Hey… you crazy fuck…!”
“How am I supposed to live now?”
I leaned forward, shoving my left shoulder—shredded with scars—right in front of her eyes. The shoulder the director had destroyed on the general manager’s orders. The director I could understand, but why had the general manager thrown me away? Because of you? She had denied it, but I still hadn’t cleared my doubts. Of course, even if it wasn’t because of her, it didn’t really matter.
“That bitch found a successful guy, so she’ll live well. And seeing you living in a house like this, you must be doing fine too. …My shoulder’s ruined and I have no education. How the hell am I supposed to live from now on?”
“Why are you asking me that….”
“In this whole world, the only person who gives a shit about me is you—the one who hates my guts. So how am I supposed to live?”
I pressed her with a tone that suggested I might slit my wrists at any moment, turning the moisture I’d left on her body into fake tears. Whether she had liked or hated me all this time, whether I had resented her or felt nothing—it no longer mattered. The only thing that mattered now was playing the tragic protagonist in this little drama.
“Should I just rape you and then smash my head open? There are people in prison too, right? Maybe if I start over there, I could become something.”
“Hey, you insane bastard…!”
“I wish I really was crazy.”
“Mmph….”
I stole her lips once more, pouring the now bitterly tainted saliva into her mouth. This time I didn’t touch her breasts or ass, only lightly lifting her by the nape of her neck. I tapped the tip of her tongue, thoroughly imprinting on her mucous membranes exactly what a deep, rich kiss felt like.
“Huu… Haa… Haak….”
“…Do you know who’s responsible for me ending up like this?”
“H-how would I know that…!”
Finally, I left a bite mark on Seo Haeun’s shoulder, then straightened my arms and looked down at her flushed face. Soaked like a drowned rat, pinned beneath a man she didn’t even like, utterly exhausted. Her flushed cheeks, her collarbones, her breasts—every inch of her was erotic, yet at the same time, she looked utterly pitiful and miserable.
But I looked even more pathetic—like a wet stray dog—with a face so deranged that mere drunkenness couldn’t explain it. I gazed at her with desperate, pleading eyes.
“It’s all because of me. …Because I messed with you.”
“Wh-what…?”
“The general manager told me at the end. …Don’t touch his daughter.”
“…?”
I collapsed onto her chest, shoving my scarred shoulder directly in front of her eyes.
“This time I really touched her, so why don’t you just report me? I want to get arrested. …I want to throw everything away now.”
I delivered the climax of the play.
“I won’t appear in front of you again. …I’m sorry.”
“….”
“…Even though none of it was your fault.”
I spat out a torrent of words that contained nothing but lies and alcohol.