So Extreme

This was extreme.

How the hell had the atmosphere gotten this awkward?

I'd figured that since I held an overwhelmingly superior position over Song Yura, I'd be able to just sit back and take it easy. But with a personality as inflexible as mine, that was never going to happen.

…Strangely enough, those words weren't unique to Karina. Anyone who'd ever been involved with me had said something like that at least once.

Haa.

I just sighed inwardly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and took it out on my innocent strawberry smoothie. It had already hit bottom, and now I was just crunching ice between my teeth.

If anything, Song Yura looked far more at home in this cafe than I did.

Well, unlike me, she'd probably been coming to places like this since middle school. The only cafes I'd ever set foot in were those little high-volume coffee shops you find on the street. And even those visits were mostly errands for whatever part-time job I was working at the time. The number of times I'd gone to a cafe because I actually wanted something? Fewer than five, easy.

"Ah, Master. Would you like me to order you another drink?"

"No. I'm good."

More importantly — what had this girl been fiddling with on her phone so intently this whole time? Did she have that many friends she was texting?

"…Ah, I was signing up for a part-time job site."

"And you're telling me this why?"

"I-I just thought it would be better to tell Master everything."

That's what she said, but she'd probably noticed. That I'd been, however unconsciously, showing curiosity about what she was doing.

Haa. Pathetic.

Even after gaining power, I was still this clumsy and inadequate when it came to human relationships. Still, if I started learning bit by bit from here on out, I'd change soon enough. If there was one thing I had confidence in, it was my ability to learn and adapt.

"…It really hit me all over again. I took a lot of money from you, Master. At least two hundred thousand won a month."

That's right. And that two hundred thousand was just Song Yura's personal cut. Of course, she hadn't taken that much back in middle school. That was only because I hadn't had any money.

Under Song Yura's threats, I — someone who already hated facing people — had to force myself to work up the courage to take a convenience store job. Meeting a kind boss from the very start had been the greatest stroke of luck I ever had.

Yeah. That's the kind of bitch Song Yura was.

Every time I recalled the past, the mess of feelings in my chest seemed to settle a little. No matter how Song Yura acted in front of me now, that past would never disappear.

"And if you think about how even the kids who got a lot of allowance back then only got fifty thousand won a month… even paying you back double wouldn't be enough, would it?"

"…"

"So I was thinking. If it comes down to it, I could just drop out of school and work two part-time jobs like you do now, Master. That might be okay."

"…"

"Ah, and! I'll work hard. Not just paying back the money, but… I'll do well! I'll do whatever it takes to please you, Master."

A scoff slipped out of me.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better."

There it was again. I hadn't meant to say it like that, but whenever Song Yura showed that kind of desperate enthusiasm, a sarcasm that didn't even fit my personality just came tumbling out on its own.

Fuck. This way of talking. I'd never even imagined speaking like this in my entire life.

What pissed me off even more was Song Yura's unchanging reaction to this attitude of mine. The thought kept creeping in — was she really only doing this because of the fear I'd planted in her? Because she didn't want to die…?

"It's absolutely not just because of that!"

"…What?"

"O-of course, not wanting to die is part of it, but it's not just that, I swear. I mean it. Master probably won't believe me, of course. But really, truly… I feel so sorry toward you that I think I might go insane."

"Ha. For me to believe that, after everything you've done to me…"

I quietly shut my mouth. Because Song Yura's expression said that if I uttered even one more syllable, she was going to burst into tears.

Goddammit.

She was different. Way too different. Could a person's eyes even change this much? I'd always thought that feeling like this was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠something only weaklings did — that sense of being the one doing the bullying, just because the person who'd once tormented you had put on a different face.

"…Forget it. Let's keep this short and go our separate ways."

It would've been better to just wander around aimlessly until my Introduction to Mechanical Engineering lecture ended. Or, if it came to it, popping back into the Tutorial Tower for a quick review session wouldn't be so bad either.

"I've said what I wanted to say. So why did you want to come to a cafe with me?"

"Because I wanted to spend even a little more time with you, Master. Th-that way I can make it up to you even a little, and I can serve you too. And…"

And?

"…More than anything, I wanted to look you in the face and show you my heart. My sincerity."

"Sincerity?"

"I'm really, truly sorry. I mean it."

This was my limit.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. Something surged up in me, and I grabbed Song Yura by the throat and shoved her lightly against the wall.

"Khk!"

A thin moan escaped her as her breath caught, and a single tear rolled from her eye.

Crocodile tears, no question. Tears manufactured purely to get out of this situation, to buy my sympathy and shake my resolve — that's what they had to be. The fact that they didn't feel like acting at all was what terrified me.

"…It's been less than twenty-four hours since I spread your legs and took your virginity yesterday. And now you're telling me a person can change this much? You want me to believe that?"

"I'm… so…rry…"

Fuck.

I yanked my hand back immediately. Song Yura coughed, and before she'd even caught her breath, she looked at me with the eyes of someone already prepared to die.

"…It's cheap. Even what happened yesterday is way too cheap a price to pay for the sins I committed against you, Master."

Song Yura casually hiked her T-shirt up over her chest, exposing her bra, then went further — tugging open the button of her shorts until her panties showed, her thighs and the line of her legs laid bare — and opened her mouth.

"I don't know if my feelings will suddenly change again later, the way they did just now. But right now, I intend to spend my whole life as Master's slave. No — even as a sex slave. I want to pay for my sins. I consider this entire body yours, Master."

"…"

"If it comes to it, I'll run outside right now just like this and post it on social media. Or should I just masturbate naked in the street?"

I was at a loss for words.

Even Karina, who'd been quietly taking Song Yura's side, was saying that. I'd thought I was a pretty extreme person, but this girl was even worse.

No. Wait.

If I, back when I was being bullied, had made even one extreme choice the way Song Yura was now — would something have changed? If I'd attempted suicide just short of actually dying. Or if I'd gone after them with a box cutter. Or if, when they'd made me cross-dress, I'd just run outside like that and gone to the police, put on a strip show…

In the end, the past is just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the past. I hadn't been able to do a damn thing.

I'd chosen the most stable path I could, using the excuse that I had to protect my little sister. I didn't fight back so I'd get hit less. I even worked part-time jobs and handed over money on a regular schedule. For someone like that to just look down on the current Song Yura and curse her out… it felt like I was spitting in my own face.

"Forget it. If you did that you'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get dragged straight to a psych ward, and I'd just end up with a headache."

"Ah, r-right."

"And just do one part-time job."

I ran my eyes over her body — a chest with a decent amount of flesh on it, but a frame so thin it looked like everything would snap if you so much as touched it — and spoke.

"With your stamina, you won't even last one. And keep going to school. If you want to, that is."

"Mmm, I don't really feel like going to school anymore. It just feels like such a waste. I'd rather spend that time thinking of even one more way I can serve you, Master. Ah! If I drop out of school, could I work two jobs then?"

"…Do whatever you want. I have no intention of micromanaging that kind of thing. And."

Why did that word serve keep getting under my skin? That single word was enough to send filthy images flooding through my head, and I felt pathetic even as I thought, well, I am just an animal. Wasn't I staring right at the skin Song Yura had so blatantly put on display?

Even with Karina's scolding, I had no intention of looking away. I'd realized something since yesterday. Separate from how reserved I usually was, I had a considerable interest in sexual things.

Damn it. She just had to sit there like that and say "serve"…

The memory of losing my virginity last night under the moonlight kept surfacing.

"Why do you keep trying so hard to serve me? Don't tell me you already forgot how much it hurt yesterday?"

"Th-that's…!"

I remembered it vividly. When my cock had pierced her pussy and driven all the way into her deepest place without a shred of consideration, how much blood had poured out of her. How violently Song Yura had sobbed and screamed.

This is a girl who winces when she gets a bruise on her wrist or shoulder. There's no way she's already forgotten pain like that.

Don't tell me she was some kind of cheap masochist? I was so dumbfounded I was about to say something, when—

"R-right now I just couldn't think of anything else I could give you, Master! All I have right now is this l-l-lewd body!"

"Keep your voice…"

"Y-you didn't hate women yesterday, judging by how you reacted, right, Master? No — as a college freshman, this is when a guy's more full of vigor than anyone."

Oh, she'd completely lost it. Watching Song Yura panic and just blurt out whatever came into her head, I felt thoroughly at a loss. The part-timer had already given us a roundabout warning earlier.

"I-if you want, Master, I can do it anytime, without a… c-condom. I-if you want! I'll spread my legs right here and n— mmph!"

I yanked Song Yura toward me in a hurry.

Creeeak—

At the same time the door seemed to open, and the employee who'd brought us our drinks earlier stepped in, quietly raising an index finger.

"Excuse me, customers. It's true that even though this is a small establishment, the rooms are designed with a certain degree of soundproofing. However. If you raise your voices that loudly, it may disturb the other guests. And, um…"

Seeing the employee stumble over her words, the tips of her ears slightly flushed, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

She'd heard. And she'd heard it loud and clear, no question. I had no idea how much she'd caught, but had there been a single line in what Song Yura had just said that was okay for someone else to hear?

"…A h-hug is fine. But anything beyond that, please, I would be so grateful if you wouldn't do it here! Excuse me!"

"I'm sorry."

Creeak, click—

Even after the door closed, I could hear the employee's voice from further off.

"Aaah…"

I really would've rather not heard any of that. I was going to lose my mind. Seriously. Even so, I was genuinely grateful that nobody else had seen Song Yura in her current state.

"U-um, Master."

I glanced down. Her panties were showing, and her bra had ridden up halfway, leaving one breast completely exposed. Song Yura's eyes were welling with tears.

Even knowing how obscene she looked, Song Yura threw these words at me.