Collapsing Everyday Life (1)
While I was in the shower, something shattered outside the bathroom. I hadn't even soaped up yet, but I finished up and stepped out.
By the time I was done washing, the sun had fully risen, and the room was bright. The sleazy red motel lighting that had permeated the room all last night had faded to a faint haze, barely noticeable now.
The color was so intense, yet the range too narrow—like background music in a motel room. With the lights gone, that eerie atmosphere where the only things in the world were each other staring back had vanished too.
It wasn't the time of night when moonlight seduced humans into unleashing savage instincts. Now it was daytime, when reason strode ahead, pressing down on the human head trying to follow with the flat of its palm.
Put simply, sage time had arrived.
I toweled off as I glanced at Yujeong.
She'd sprawled out like a starfish, her face growing uglier the more debauched she became, and more debauched the uglier it got. But now, awakened by the sunlight, she sat quietly on the bed littered with towels soaked in her own juices and a pile of condoms stuffed with my semen.
Her face had looked so alluring under the moonlight last night, but in the harsh daylight, nothing could have been more mismatched.
Like a Venus statue dumped in a landfill, or something.
Yujeong seemed to sense my gaze and looked back at me.
I flinched. I'd expected hatred now that her reason had returned, or maybe shy embarrassment. But it was neither.
Her eyes were just empty. Despairing. Like she might kill herself any second.
I'd seen that look somewhere before—a powerful sense of déjà vu.
Where was it...? Ah, right. Prison. When I was wrongly locked up, the first week I was in solitary because regulations kept me isolated from other inmates to prevent infection. Every time I looked in the mirror in that cell that doubled as bathroom, toilet, and kitchen, that's the look staring back at me.
I approached Yujeong. She stared blankly at my cock swaying with each step, her eyes saying do it if you're gonna. But it wasn't defiant. Just utter resignation.
I glanced at the camera she'd hurled against the wall, shattering the lens, then back at her.
"Noona, you should wash up too."
She stared at my face silently for a moment before rasping out a reply.
"If you're gonna do it, do it here. I'll just have to wash again anyway."
As she reached to gather the towels and condoms from the bed, I said,
"Leave that stuff. The cleaners will handle it."
"I don't want to leave any traces."
"Then wash your body first."
"I'll just have to wash again! ...So do it here. Suck me off, fuck me, whatever you want—I'll do it right here, so hurry up."
Exhausted even from speaking, Yujeong leaned back. I grabbed her arm as she tried to lie on the cum-filled condom-strewn bed and pulled her toward my chest, easily lifting her to her feet.
"What, picking me up and grabbing me again... arm between the armpits... ass from behind..."
"Just call it a carry-fuck."
"Yeah, carry-fuck. You gonna do that to me again?"
"Nah."
"Nah?"
"Yeah, not this time."
"Anyway, go wash up. I won't do anything."
I scooped up her limp, drained body into my arms and helped her to the bathroom. She was naked anyway, so part of me thought about washing her too while I was at it, but I doubted it'd boost her favor now, and I had other things to do during her shower. So I left her to it.
While she showered with the door half-open, not fully closed, I deliberately tossed the camera she'd thrown into the trash can where she'd see it. I also slipped her phone—which I'd secretly pocketed—inside.
Of course, I'd already removed the SD card.
Confirming she was peeking at me mid-shower, I pretended to clean the condoms off the bed while retrieving the spare camera I'd hidden in the ceiling. That wrapped everything up.
The lightning-fast storm of a day was over. With a bit of breathing room, idle thoughts immediately crept into the cracks of my empty mind.
Guilt, they called it. Unnecessary for someone resolved to become a demon.
But the guilt I felt now was fainter than after raping Yujin. This was incomparably worse in brutality and lack of justification, yet...
...Did it go well?
"It went well."
No more idle thoughts like guilt.
I got dressed. She didn't seem like she'd leave until she cleaned up, so I roughly tidied the bed too. On impulse, I pocketed the unused condoms from last night.
Soon, I'd use the condoms her mom bought in shame at the convenience store to rape her daughter's pussy.
That thought made my cock twitch a little, even after pounding Yujeong's pussy so hard last night and filling her womb with cum.
It was a horrific plan, laced with guilt and taboo, but that's exactly what spiced the sexual thrill.
Maybe because it was daytime now—no need to be embarrassed, no reason to—but I found myself awkwardly grabbing my cock and pressing it down when I heard Yujeong knock something over in the bathroom.
I rushed in to find her legs giving out; she couldn't stand straight and was trembling.
Spotting me enter and my half-erect cock, she flinched but didn't scream or shove the showerhead at me like before.
She just glared, struggling to stand tall to salvage her pride.
I eyed her pale naked body—no, her breasts stamped with my handprints, nipples still slightly swollen from pinching, dried semen flaking off her smooth plump belly, her white skin covered in thick kiss marks from collarbone to hips.
I took another step closer, but she didn't resist.
I scanned her lips, breasts, nipples, collarbone, armpits, navel, pussy, thighs, calves, feet, ass.
My marks were everywhere. I'd territory-marked her entire body. This bitch is mine.
My cock, already half-hard thinking of raping Yujin with Yujeong's condoms, went fully erect. Even I was shocked it could get up again. Probably thanks to my regressed, youthful body—or just because Yujeong was that fuckable.
"Gonna do it again?"
"Hand me the showerhead."
Her face twisted like what pervert play now? but she obediently passed it over.
I pressed her shoulders down to sit her, hiked up my pants leg, and washed her hair—the part she couldn't reach alone, matted with what might've been my cum or her juices.
It was the same as last night, but then I'd used "washing" as an excuse to tease her. Now, I just did it straightforwardly.
"You know how to get morning-after pills?"
"...Just ask at a pharmacy."
"Nope. It's prescription-only."
"...So what?"
"I'll get it for you, so come out with me."
"You want people seeing me, a school chairwoman, leaving an unmanned motel with a student?"
"Use the back door. No one's there."
"Forget it. I'll handle it."
"No. You need it quick."
"I don't want some delinquent kid's brat! So don't worry!"
"It's not about that. Your body, noona. That's what I'm worried about. The later you take it, the more it messes with your hormones."
"..."
"Noona?"
I toweled her freshly washed hair as I looked down at her. Her head was bowed so low her face nearly touched her breasts.
"...Suddenly acting nice... you fucking bastard..."
I helped her stand, then grabbed three towels from the bathroom drawer and started drying her off.
I set aside the one for wiping water, wrapped a small white one around her massive, bursting tits, and draped the largest gray one over her whole body.
Every time I touched her, she flinched like she expected another rape, but when I just quietly left the bathroom without doing anything, she stared at me in surprise.
Maybe a hint of disappointment too—but that was probably wishful thinking.
Yujeong followed me out. Silently, we began erasing last night's furious traces from the motel room.
I timed it casually, slipping in words that prodded both her corruption and this city's dark truths, like everyday chit-chat.
"You have to pay that donation, right?"
The organization demanding Yujeong's donation was the shadowy cult Hwan—the one ruling this city from the dark, led by Sua's father, its cult leader.
Yujeong hadn't embezzled the school's donation for personal gain. She loved her school too much for that.
She'd done it out of desperation to meet the deadline, knowing one wrong move against Sua's father meant she couldn't survive in this city.
"I'll cover it for you."
Even she, an elite, had resorted to corruption because loans alone couldn't cover it. Hearing a mere student confidently offer to pay stunned her.
"...Why? Why would you?"
But more than that, she seemed shocked I'd offer her such help.
Why? Because I didn't want Sua—the toughest target, and one Yujin hadn't even conquered yet—getting interested in me.
And because keeping Yujeong busy scrambling for donation money would give me more time to fuck her.
But I couldn't say that outright. Needed a decent excuse.
"Because I love you."
"Wh-what?!"
Her face flushed in panic before hardening into suspicion.
"Who... the hell are you?"
"The transfer student."
Also a rapist.