Foreplay, Song Yura
The first thing Song Yura took off was her jacket.
A month had passed since the new semester began, and the weather had started to ease — but the nights and the hours before dawn still carried a bite, which was why she'd been wearing that black-and-white windbreaker.
"……."
Even that was enough. The places that were supposed to stand out stood out, and the places that were supposed to draw in drew in. She had a decent body, objectively speaking, and I wasn't about to pretend otherwise.
I could admit Song Yura was a beautiful woman. Holding a grudge didn't mean I was going to put on tinted glasses and evaluate someone through a filter of spite. That wasn't my style.
"Nnh……."
"Getting cold feet already? It hasn't even been a minute since you said you were truly sorry and that you'd do better from now on."
Song Yura's hands trembled as they gripped the hem of the T-shirt she'd been wearing underneath — a pretty little thing printed with a couple's vacation photo. I watched her without a word.
Was she doing this on purpose? Dragging out the undressing, stalling for time, knowing full well it was twisting me up inside.
Fucking bitch.
I cursed her, and in the same breath I cursed myself. Was I really getting shaken by a cheap trick like that?
"I-I'll take it off! I said I'll take it off!"
Song Yura bit down hard on her lip. After what felt like an endless struggle, she finally caught the bottom of the T-shirt and began to lift it, slow and shaking.
The first thing that came into view was the edge of a plain, pale lavender pair of panties occupying the empty space of her shorts. Then came skin so smooth it barely looked real, a small, neat navel, a ribcage that looked like it would snap if you so much as tapped it — and the bra holding up a full, heavy pair of breasts……
"Hhk—!"
In a flash, all that bare skin vanished. Song Yura couldn't hold it in anymore. She burst into tears.
"Waaah — I'm serious, I really am. I-I'm so sorry, I mean it, I'm so, so sorry. I want to do something for you, anything, I'm trying so hard, but maybe it's because we're outside, my hands just won't go up, I can't — waaah, hic—"
The sudden confession made me scowl. I couldn't pin down exactly why. Something about it just made my skin crawl. The way she was bawling, the way she stood there apologizing like she actually meant it — I couldn't stand the sight of either.
"Shut your mouth."
"Hhk, hhik—!"
"I said shut it, Song Yura. And don't talk to me like we're equals. Don't even think about using my name. For the next year, you are nothing but my slave. You do what I tell you. If I tell you to die, you die. Understood?"
"I— I'm s-sorry. I'll try."
My teeth ground together.
Why the hell was I this irritated? If I snapped that slender neck right now — it wasn't too late — would this feeling go away?
The thought had barely formed before something surged up from inside me, and my body was already moving.
My hand closed around Song Yura's throat……
I flinched.
In a single snap, I wrenched control of my body back the way I always did. I yanked my hand away. If Karina had opened her mouth even a second later, the Song Yura standing in front of me might already have been past the point of breathing.
What the hell was that just now?
The question barely had time to form.
"Khack—!"
A dark, almost black line of blood ran down from the corner of my mouth. I frowned at it.
Karina. Why?
So greater power came with a greater price.
Judging by what had just happened, it was something close to a rampage — set off when my emotions spiked. For a moment I'd been able to put out far more force than usual, but the blood said the cost to my body had been brutal.
That's all I needed to know.
It wasn't the kind of thing that would happen again. Not if I could help it.
Thanks, Karina.
Me? Hurt — because I killed Song Yura?
I almost snapped back in denial. Then I shook my head.
No. She's probably right.
The fact that I'd gone into even a minor rampage was proof enough. I could turn it over in my head until it smoked and I still wouldn't know why — but why had I gotten that angry?
"A-are you… okay? Mas…ter. There's blood coming from your mouth……."
"Spare me the cheap concern. If I'm bleeding, that's good news for you. Not like it does you any harm."
"N-no! I mean — no. I'm serious. I really am worried."
"Pfft. That's the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard."
There it was again. No — this time I had a decent idea of the cause. I just couldn't stand watching Song Yura run her mouth and put on a performance, needling at my nerves.
Worried about me? She needed to say something that actually made sense. This was the same girl who'd spent six straight years tormenting me, and hadn't even stopped at making sure I couldn't breathe.
"If I cut you any more slack, I'm going to lose my mind first. Can't take it off because we're outside? What you actually want is for me to quietly take you to a motel. Even in a situation like this, you're still working the angles, still trying to use me. That's the Song Yura I know."
"That's really not what I— kyah—!"
"If you can't take it off, I'll do it for you. Stay still. That's how you help me."
"……O-okay."
Song Yura nodded meekly and let her hands fall, as if she were trying to prove she hadn't been lying. The fact that I suspected even that of being calculated said plenty about the state I was in.
This is practically a mental illness.
I could have excused it — I'd taken enough from her to earn a few screws loose — but I didn't like that kind of thinking. You find a problem, you fix it. That's the right call.
It'll get better. Eventually.
I forced myself toward that thought and took hold of the T-shirt she'd been trying to pull off a moment ago.
Riiip—
I hadn't meant to tear the clothes she was wearing. But the second I caught the hem, a tension I hadn't seen coming climbed up through me, and for an instant my grip went tight. I was well past human. A scrap of fabric never stood a chance.
"……Tsk."
It wasn't torn badly enough that she couldn't wear it — but nobody in their right mind would walk around with a shredded hem. I clicked my tongue to bury a feeling that was almost like guilt — no. Discomfort. Then I shut my mouth, put on a cold face, and pulled the T-shirt off her.
"Nnh—!"
Whenever the thin fabric caught on her full breasts or her hair, Song Yura let out a flushed little moan she couldn't hold back. And every time, my body answered with the shameless honesty of a male in heat. It was a reminder, as if I needed one, of just how strong human lust really was.
Unbelievable. Revenge was supposed to come first — before anything I might actually enjoy. And now I'm the one who's tense. The one who's looking forward to this.
I couldn't deny it. I didn't want to. I had no interest in lying to myself. What needed to be admitted, I would admit: I was getting hard off every little reaction from the woman I had resented for so long.
"Want me to take the rest off for you too?"
Song Yura's face was burning. She nodded.
"You can barely manage to serve, and you're the one getting served. That's the Song Yura I know."
"That's not— hhk, nnh—!"
I didn't want to look at her running her mouth, so I sealed her lips with mine.
It was my first kiss. People said bells were supposed to go off in your head. Complete bullshit. It was just endlessly soft, and sweet.
Was that the lipstick?
"Nnh, mmph……!"
I kept kissing her like that and worked the button on her shorts free. A soft click, and the front fell open, revealing the pale lavender panties I'd only glimpsed before. There was a tiny ribbon printed right in the center.
I almost laughed.
The Song Yura I'd pictured would have been the type to walk around in black lace — something filthy, something ready to reel a man in at a moment's notice. What she actually had on was ordinary. Worse than ordinary. It was cute.
"……Th-this! I didn't know something like this was going to happen, so I-I didn't have a choice."
She floundered through the excuse, embarrassed by her own underwear.
"And what exactly do you want me to do with that information? Is that something I need to care about?"
"N-no… it isn't. I'll handle it myself. I'll… figure out the kind of underwear Master would like. On my own."
"Fine. Figure it out. There's only one thing you need to keep in your head. One year. If you fail to please me in that time, you die by my hand."
"……I know."
Song Yura answered like she meant it, her fists clenched tight. The attitude caught my eye, and I took a moment to look at her. A blonde beauty in nothing but her underwear and a pair of light canvas sneakers, fists balled in the corner of a dark alley — the picture it made was jarringly out of place, and obscenely erotic.
Should I just fuck her right here?
The thought crossed my mind. I didn't have much knowledge in this department. I was a virgin who'd just had his first kiss. But I'd heard that if you went straight in without any buildup, a woman either felt nothing — or it just hurt.
In which case, if the point was revenge, wouldn't it be better to take that thing I'd confirmed in the shower today and drive it into her as-is?
But.
…That's just me being pathetic. Getting hard over this bitch's body.
In the end I pushed Song Yura back against the wall and took her mouth a little longer, a little deeper. One hand stayed behind her, keeping her bare skin off the rough alley brick.
Every so often a small message window flickered at the edge of my vision, a reminder that she was watching. It didn't slow me down. I couldn't have stopped if I'd wanted to. Not anymore.
This was nothing like the Demonic Energy rampage. Lust had climbed so high my whole body felt fever-hot, and every instinct I had was screaming to take more of the body in front of me.
"Hnnnnh, mmph—!"
At some point I had left her mouth and buried my face against the side of her neck. I bit down, just a little, then sucked hard enough to leave a mark. Against skin that had been nothing but soft, the faint print of my mouth was already visible. It would darken soon enough, then fade in a few days.
Proof that she's mine……
Was that why people left kiss marks?
…No. So she can't stand in front of anyone with her head up. So she'll be ashamed. That's all it is.
I told myself that, and I didn't stop at her neck. The bra came off in a single motion, and I put my mouth to her breasts as well. They were soft — too soft — and I couldn't honestly say they smelled bad. They smelled like something made to lure a man in. A lewd, inviting scent.
"Haaahn, hah…… ah, aahh! Nnh, hhk! N-Nae…… I mean, Mas…ter."
For a split second she had almost used my name. The color drained out of her face. A single tear slipped down, and her fists clenched white.
A deeply satisfying reaction. Proof that she was afraid of me.
That should be enough.
I glanced down. The pale lavender of her panties had gone dark, soaked through. She was dripping.
Was that how it worked, if you had enough experience? Fast to get worked up, easy to set off?
I tilted my head at the thought, then reached into my back pocket for the condom I'd bought at a convenience store on the way to my shift. They said condoms these days were better than they used to be. The cheap lube, the smell, the wrongness of the thing — that part hadn't changed. But I did not want Song Yura pregnant with my child. I didn't even want to imagine it.
"Spread your legs."
I got the condom on without the trouble I'd been bracing for, gripped her thighs, and pulled the panties down. They caught around one ankle. In the moonlight, Song Yura's sex was fully, plainly exposed.
"……I-it's too big."
Hearing her say that didn't particularly bother me. She wasn't wrong. Even to my own eyes, what was straining inside the condom was grotesque — a thick, ugly thing twitching with impatience.
I was a little worried myself. I'd never done this. No matter how much I'd worked her up, I had to wonder whether something that size was even going to fit in a hole that small.
Is that something I need to care about?
The thought that I was being too considerate of Song Yura made me scowl. I held her legs and pushed in, slow.
"Kkkuuuh—!"
And my eyes went wide.
I'd assumed she was laying it on thick — that it couldn't possibly hurt that much. But I wasn't even halfway in, and blood was already running down from where we were joined.