Shattering Everyday Life (4)
“Eut!”
Yujin finally seemed to grasp what she’d just tried to do to me and clamped her mouth shut.
But the truth was, what I’d just told Yujin was a lie. I didn’t know either. I wasn’t that calculating. After going through something as insane as regression—something way beyond common sense—I hadn’t had a single moment to process reality or plot out the future. I’d been forced to jump straight into action.
The very next day after regressing, I’d snuck into Yujin and Yujeong’s house, raped Yujin, and blackmailed her. The day after that, I endured a police interrogation, and that night, I raped and blackmailed Yujin’s mom, Yujeong.
That pathetic pussy of an auntie—she wouldn’t cum no matter how hard I pounded her, but every thrust just made her more lively, clinging to me like glue. I’d been tormented by Yujeong all last night because of it.
That’s why I couldn’t think straight. It wasn’t my fault—
Crunch.
I bit down on my lower lip where Yujin’s knife had sliced it. The sharp sting jolted me awake.
Fuck, shut up. Enough excuses. I’d fucked that pathetic pussy auntie all night—not even killed her, just tamed her a little—and I’d already started celebrating like I’d won. That’s why this shit happened.
The four bitches I had to deal with, Yujin included, wouldn’t buy any sob story about the situation being stacked against me. I needed to be even more ruthless than this.
I had to grasp the situation clearly. Sure, it looked like I was on top right now, but that was bullshit. I’d only pulled it off by ditching all laws and morals for a blind ambush. Every other angle was against me.
Not yet.
I clenched my fist tight. Pain flooded from the finger Yujin’s blade had nicked, but it felt like a relief. She’d built up all that rage to kill me herself, without borrowing anyone else’s power—that’s why it hadn’t gone worse.
I twisted the hand gripping Yujin’s hair. Her head yanked back, forcing her to look up at me.
Even now, even after she’d just tried to murder me, even with how much I loathed her, that face was still stunningly beautiful.
“Tut!”
Yujin flashed an arrogant smirk and spat right in my face.
I spread my palm wide, reared my arm back like I was about to smack that smug face—but the slap never came.
“You bastard, you disgusting rapist fuck, go ahead—hit me! Hit me, I said!”
I ignored her taunts. I just scraped the spit off my face with my fingers and smeared it across the bulging top button of her blouse. Then I groped her tits for good measure. Smaller than Yujeong’s, but plenty big enough to call massive rack—and that firm, taut feel was even better than her mom’s.
Blood smeared across Yujin’s pristine white shirt.
“Th-this!”
For her, this had to hurt worse than any slap.
“What, you still obsessed with fashion even on your way to kill someone?”
That was Yujin to a T. She thrived on—no, couldn’t live without—turning heads everywhere she went.
I kept kneading her breasts under the pretense of wiping blood off my hand, staring down at her face as it twisted in rage and humiliation, flushing beet red. And I thought.
Why the sudden reckless charge? She hadn’t been born chaebol-rich, but she’d grown up wanting for nothing except maybe parental love. Her mom had raised her single-handedly, no relatives’ help. Or really, workaholic Yujeong had left her to fend for herself. As the chairwoman’s daughter, even the teachers couldn’t rein in her school bully ass. A lifetime of everyone propping her up, all justified by that flashy beauty of hers.
All that had turned Yujin into an arrogant loose cannon, her hot-blooded temper fanning the flames—and I’d doused it in blackmail and rape gasoline.
Then, in that powder keg, I’d smashed Yujeong, the one who’d been clamping down on Yujin daily like her brakes. And I’d shoved it in her face like a trophy. No wonder she snapped.
“Stupid bitch…”
“Stupid? Why the fuck am I stupid?”
“Not you.”
“Huh? Then why curse and backpedal! Who the hell—”
“Your mom. The one who squirted all over my face last night and came her brains out.”
“……”
I looked down at Yujin, who’d gone dead silent the second I mentioned Yujeong.
She’d been ready to kill me a second ago, and now that she’d failed and was the one cornered, she still spat in my face without flinching. Impressive bitch, in a twisted way… but now she’d deflated.
“M-my mom. What the hell did you do to my mom?”
Yujin’s voice cracked with tears, and I flinched.
Sure, she’d cried before, but this was different. These weren’t hate-fueled tears spilling over from rage. These were tears of fear, from actually worrying about someone.
Yujin’s mom… Yujeong? Was that why she’d pulled this psychotic stunt?
I’d figured they were just a dysfunctional mother-daughter duo, bad blood and all…
After regression, once she married Minjun, she’d cut off contact almost completely, or so I thought… but maybe it ran deeper?
Otherwise, how do you explain this level of impulse?
Couldn’t figure it out yet. I’d ask Yujeong—no, wring it out of that pathetic pussy—by tonight. But the thought of making her cum dozens of times again without drugs, like yesterday, already had me worn out.
Fuck, no way. Gotta turn the janitor and principal into my dogs, secure an aphrodisiac hookup…
I jolted at the horrific thought creeping in unbidden, then nodded. I’d already blackmailed and raped two women. Illegal drugs to feed bitches? Small potatoes.
I shook my head, shedding pointless morals.
Couldn’t read Yujin’s true feelings yet, but I needed to hit her harder here, sap her fight. This was a girl who came at me with a knife even after I’d trampled her obsessively. Time to get crueler.
“What’d I do? Fucked her brains out! Your mom, fuck, that horny bitch-in-heat. So starved for dick she lunged at mine mouth-first. Last night she sucked me so hard I thought I’d turn into dried squid, yo.”
A lie laced with truth—hit like reality.
“Lies, lies, lies! You raped my mom! Just like you did me!”
Yujin balled her fists and chopped at my chest with her hand blades. I took a few on purpose. To vibe that her weak-ass punches didn’t faze me, that she was nothing. But they stung pretty good, so when I smacked her thigh to knock it off, I hit too hard.
“Kyak!”
My punch—worlds apart from her kitten swats—dropped her to her knees. She collapsed face-down on the floor and wailed so pitifully it shut even me up for a beat, spite ready on my tongue.
Why play victim when you just tried to murder me? Wanted to unload on her, but that tear-soaked face staring up was innocence incarnate. At least in this country.
“You… raped her, didn’t you? Same shit you pulled on me. You trash fuck. Tell the truth.”
The girl who framed me for nothing demands the truth? Forgotten where we are? Or what she just tried?
Answered anyway. Not what she wanted.
“You saw the video I sent, right? Looked like a rape victim’s face to you?”
“……”
“Long-lost dick, younger stud dick—she was dying for it.”
“……”
“Ooh, oooh, fuck me harder, oooh—”
“Shut up, shut up, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
Yujin screamed, hauling herself up. She grabbed my collar, shoved her face inches from mine like she’d kiss me, eyes blazing as she commanded:
“Stay the fuck away from my mom.”
“And you are who? We’re dating ‘cause we like it.”
“Don’t lie. No way my mom likes a horny dog fuck like you.”
“That horny dog dick? Last night your mom slurped it down yelling how good it was, fingering her pussy the whole time.”
“Shut up—! Disgusting, disgusting, DISGUSTING! You gross fuck, don’t talk shit about my mom!”
I stared at Yujin stomping her feet, flailing her arms like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum for a toy, and dropped one word.
“Facts.”
It really was. Just trimmed the messy bits.