Crumbling Everyday Life (5)
“Ugh… ughhh… Uwaaaaaah!”
Yujin clenched her fists like she was gathering some kind of ki blast or energy wave, screaming at the top of her lungs. Then, like she’d turned into a real bratty kid, she swung her arms wildly and charged at me.
No need to block or dodge. I just twisted my body sideways. Then I shot my leg out, hooking her ankle and tripping her forward. She was about to face-plant right into the sharp corner of the shoe rack, splitting her forehead open. I reached out, grabbed the nape of her neck, and yanked her toward me. Then I seized her arm and spun her around like we were dancing a waltz before setting her back down in her original spot.
Yujin stared at me in a daze. Then, realizing how ridiculous she must have looked just now, she let out a hollow, pathetic laugh.
But it didn’t last long. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand and crossed her arms again, glaring at me with that haughty pose.
Damn, her mental fortitude really was top-tier among these bitches.
“Break up with my mom.”
“Nah, don’t wanna.”
“Don’t interrupt me—listen to the end. Leave my mom alone, and then… I’ll satisfy you.”
Where the hell did that rock-solid confidence come from? She didn’t even consider I might say no.
Those tits bulging out over her arms. That skirt hiked up from our scuffle, thighs so thick that if it rode up any higher, I’d see her leopard-print panties. Fuck, I hated to admit it, but her confidence wasn’t baseless.
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m saying I’ll let a scum like you! Touch my body!”
Yujin and Yujeong. Daughter and mother.
Leave my mom alone, and I’ll satisfy you.
Leave my daughter alone, and I’ll satisfy you.
Mother and daughter really did take after each other. They’d both made me the exact same offer.
It was laughable and sad. If they’d just opened up to each other about their true feelings and talked it out properly, this misunderstanding never would’ve happened.
Of course, it had nothing to do with me. I was just going to enjoy the fruits of that misunderstanding. But no need to show her I was tempted. Even if my dick was already swelling up again after last night’s marathon with Yujeong.
“What, you gonna let me do whatever I want? That how you’re playing it? Already forgot the deal we made yesterday? I get to fuck you until I cum ten times—”
“It’s only eight now! Don’t cheat!”
“Yeah, good memory. You were so shitty at it I came once for you. And I fucked you once in the chairwoman’s office too. Point is, you were always a slut I could fuck whenever. And now I’ve got video of you trying to kill me. So why the fuck do I need your permission to rail you?”
It was logical, even mixed with mockery. Yujin couldn’t even argue back—she just growled in frustration… but even that didn’t last.
Suddenly regaining her confidence, she smirked at me, grabbed the hem of her skirt with her fingers, and lifted it just enough to flash her plump thighs.
“I felt you staring at my thighs the whole time. I felt your filthy gaze, you disgusting perv. …I’ll let you touch them. So break up with my mom.”
Unlike Yujeong, who was clueless about her own value as a woman, Yujin knew exactly how stunning she was. That’s why she could say it with such conviction.
What to do?
Obviously, I could ignore her bullshit proposal completely. She had no clue what was really going on, didn’t even realize she’d just tried to kill me moments ago, and was still full of that smug assurance.
Now I even had the perfect excuse—she’d tried to murder me. I could grab her by the hair, drag her to my room, throw her on the bed, rip off all her clothes, and fuck her like a dog.
…But that would be a bad move.
Yujin wasn’t your average girl. Beating and raping her senseless wouldn’t make her submit. I could fake it, maybe, but it wouldn’t conquer her heart. It’d just fuel her rebellion. Look at her—even after I’d crushed her pride last time, she came at me with a knife without flinching.
Sure, if I kidnapped her to some remote spot and tortured her nonstop, I could shatter that fragile ego. But I’d get caught quick, and breaking her mind completely wasn’t my real goal anyway.
“…Filthy lying bastard. You tricked my lonely mom…”
While I was lost in thought, Yujin muttered under her breath, thinking I couldn’t hear. Everyone at school said they didn’t look alike at all, but that was bullshit. She was the spitting image of Yujeong right there.
“Fine. Deal.”
I’d accept for now.
I planned to do to Yujeong’s daughter exactly what I’d done to Yujeong last night. First, dismantle her psychological defenses, then shatter her mind with pleasure.
Slowly, methodically train her until she gave me a genuine apology from the heart. Not some fake one forced by violence or threats—a real one where she truly repented her wrongs. My twisted sense of justice flared up again.
“But first…”
I slid my hand up under her skirt. Was her offer to let me touch her thighs—and break up with her mom—a real genuine proposal, or just a desperate lie to get out of this? Surprisingly, Yujin stayed still. But soon enough,
“N-not there! I didn’t say you could go there! Get your hand off, you fucking dog…!”
“I don’t wanna touch your nasty cunt anyway.”
“F-fingers…! Your fingers are touching it!”
Yujin shoved both her arms down, trying to push my arm away. But even with both hands, she couldn’t budge me, so she started eyeing the kitchen knife on top of the shoe rack again.
I said one thing to her.
“Just checking if you’ve got any more hidden knives. So put your arms up. Before you get hit again.”
Like she half-believed me, Yujin crossed her arms again, though her face was still full of resentment.
My excuse about checking for knives wasn’t a total lie. But I used it to poke around her thighs, ass under the black stockings, and even brush her panties with my index finger now and then.
“All clear.”
After groping her lower half to my heart’s content—hidden by the skirt—I finally pulled my hand out. Yujin’s glare was about to explode, which was a shame, but I had to stop there.
Next, I was about to order her to go ahead into my room.
I had a ton of shit to do originally—shower, sleep a few hours, head to school to check on Minhui, Jiyeong, and Sua’s movements, see how the principal and janitor were holding up, gauge the school vibe. But right now, fucking Yujin took priority.
So when I told her, “Get inside,”
Click! The doorknob turned. Before Yujin or I could react, the door started opening.
Beyond the open door stood my mom’s tired face. She’d texted me yesterday that she’d be working late and crashing somewhere outside, not coming home.
Her low-heeled shoes stepped into the entryway. One more step, and she’d see the bloodstained knife on the shoe rack, the scattered shoes from Yujin’s struggles, the splattered blood on the floor, my sliced lip, and Yujin—the girl who’d sued me for rape.
I bolted to the door to stop it. Yujin followed right behind me.
“You’re up already?”
I hadn’t just woken up early—I hadn’t slept a wink for two straight nights. But I didn’t want her knowing that.
I didn’t want her seeing my exhausted face, or the pretty face of Yujin trailing behind me.
But how?
Should I charge out like I did with Yujin and kick the door shut? Lock it again?
The first was too insane to even consider seriously, and the second was pointless. Mom had a house key.
I had less time than when Yujin’s knife was at my throat. The door was already ajar. Slamming it shut was the only idea that came to mind, but before I could act, the door flew wide open.
Mom froze in place, gripping the doorknob from the other side, not stepping in.
Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to process the scene. Her eyes darted from the neatly arranged shoes I’d left that now lay in chaos, to the blood drops on the entryway floor, to my blood-smeared lips and the drops falling from my finger… then locked onto the person behind me.
No excuse came to mind, so I stiffened. She reached out over my frozen shoulder—toward Yujin, who had just grabbed the kitchen knife I’d left on the shoe rack.