Normalization of the Abnormal (2)
“What the hell are you doing?”
I asked, staring at the cabbage Yujin had practically massacred.
Yujin had stabbed a fork into it and was sawing away with the kitchen knife like it was a hunk of steak on the table. Not so much chopping cabbage as butchering it. It was a dead giveaway that this girl was a total stranger to cooking.
“Move.”
I shoved her shoulder and chased her out of the kitchen, taking over as head chef in her place.
I had no real intention of cooking seriously. It was just that I needed to pretend until Mom relaxed, and Yujin’s kitchen antics were way too unnerving to let slide. At this rate, she’d end up stabbing her own tit instead of the cabbage.
So I rinsed the blood off my hands roughly under the tap, plastered over the cuts with a bunch of bandages, and gripped the kitchen knife—the very one Yujin had used to slice my hand open.
What the fuck am I even doing right now…?
Standing side by side with apron-clad Yujin, making breakfast. Helping the bitch who’d just tried to kill me moments ago. But with Mom’s eyes on us, I couldn’t even whisper a curse at Yujin or pinch her tits like I wanted. All I could do was chop the damn cabbage obediently.
“Huh, not bad.”
Yujin tossed out the compliment casually. I bit down hard to suppress the urge to stab her with the knife still in my hand from slicing the cabbage. Maybe sensing she’d regretted the offhand praise, she tried to knee my thigh—but Mom’s watchful gaze stopped her. All she managed was a few pathetic presses with her raised knee.
Mom watched us prepping food side by side in the kitchen, her eyes warm and pleased. Then, seeming fully at ease now, she yawned and headed back to her room.
The door creaked open, and I set down the knife. As it clicked shut, Yujin dropped the mask. We whipped our heads around, glaring daggers, and unleashed the words we’d been holding back.
“What? My mom likes you? You fucking liar, everything out of your mouth is bullshit!”
Yujin thrust her hands toward my face, curling them into claws. Her multicolored nail art gleamed cute yet sharp, like cat claws.
My response to her pathetic threat was simple.
“Want me to show you the four-hour video? I’ll upload it online so you can check it out yourself. Something like Starving MILF Clings to Younger Stud’s Cock for the title.”
“Touch my mom again and you’re dead!”
Fuming, Yujin scanned the kitchen like she was about to grab a knife and swing. But this wasn’t her house, and she looked clueless about the kitchen anyway—no way she’d find one easily.
Bending over awkwardly, rummaging forever in a stance that didn’t match her menacing vibe, she finally pulled out a spatula. I grabbed the kitchen knife in response… then set it right back down.
Killing Yujin could wait—I could do it anytime later. What I really craved was shattering her brilliant future with my own hands and dragging a flawless confession from her lips. And…
Her “Come at me!” face and pose looked so pitiful, there was no need for the knife anyway.
I dodged the spatula she swung at my cheek and seized her wrist, shoving her back against the wall.
“Let go!”
Yujin hissed under her breath, mindful of Mom in the other room. She still tried to headbutt my jaw with a quick tilt.
“You want me to?”
I clenched my bandaged fist, ready to slam it into her gut.
But before I could swing, Mom’s door swung open again. I unclenched my fist, dropped Yujin’s arm, and returned to the cabbage, picking up the knife to resume chopping.
“Come to think of it… things have been so hectic, I haven’t even said hello properly. What’s my son’s friend’s name?” Mom poked her head out, voice thick with sleep as she asked Yujin.
Yujin, apron on and spatula in hand, clasped her hands politely in front like a flight attendant and bowed.
It reeked of fake charm—probably some idol agency training. But Mom didn’t notice, just smiling warmly.
“I’m Yujin, ma’am. Lee Yujin!”
“Oh my, what a pretty name, just like your face.”
I glanced back at Yujin and Mom while pushing the chopped cabbage aside.
It was bizarre. No, beyond bizarre—it warped my sense of reality.
Yujin, who’d accused me of rape. Yujin, who’d grabbed a knife in rage after I fucked her mom all night. And now that same Yujin was bowing politely to my mom—the woman who’d hated her as much as I did before the regression. I hadn’t accomplished shit yet, and the future was already veering off course. This wouldn’t do.
“Alright, Yujin dear. Eat up and head to school without being too late.”
Mom’s gentle tone toward Yujin suddenly hardened as she turned to me.
“And you—don’t even think about doing anything weird.”
Too late for that. I’d already crossed the point of no return. But no need to tell her.
The door shut again. I went back to the chopped cabbage and rummaged in the cabinet for bread. No more smoke and mirrors this time.
I had zero appetite, but this wasn’t the time to complain. I needed to fuel up—energy drinks couldn’t cut it. The stamina I’d poured into Yujeong all last night, and the load I planned to dump into Yujin this morning.
Mechanically toasting bread and pouring milk, I heard the scrape of a chair leg and glanced over.
Yujin sat with her legs crossed. I was scooping the freshly popped toast into a plate when she waved imperiously at me.
“Where’s mine?”
“What?”
“I haven’t eaten either.”
This crazy fucking bitch—that’s because you barged in at dawn trying to kill me with a knife.
Thanks to Yujin whining about needing protein, I grudgingly fried eggs. Then, because she insisted aspiring idols needed salad, I made that too. Breakfast done, we headed to my room.
Yujin followed me brazenly. She hesitated a split second before entering—flashback to last night, probably—but then strode in ahead of me and plopped shamelessly on my slightly messy bed.
I looked down at her. What kind of mental steel was this? Sure, even pre-regression, she topped celebrity looks polls. But she had to know I had dirt on her now…
Or maybe not entirely. Her hand on her thigh trembled visibly.
“Hah.”
Noticeable under my sleazy gaze, she grabbed her wrist with her other hand and shot to her feet. Then she turned away, arms crossed like she was deigning to inspect my room.
Bluff. Tougher and sleeker than her mom Yujeong’s, less obvious—but still a bluff.
Didn’t make the problem any easier, though. Yujin had pride that bounced back like a spring no matter how hard you stomped it, paired with shamelessness and zero conscience—like demanding breakfast from the guy she’d just tried to stab.
She was nothing like Yujeong, who turned obedient the more I beat, threatened, tormented, and fucked her pussy.
So the approach had to change too—no more sloppy pussy tactics for Yujeong. I needed to poke at Yujin’s lofty pride and competitive streak. Plant the illusion she could fight me.
Then slam her to the bottom. Her sky-high ego meant one fall would clip her wings for good.
“Show me!”
Yujin, leg jittering anxiously, suddenly barked the order.
“Show you what?”
“What you sent me—if it’s fake or real, I need to see for myself.”
“…So you tried to stab me to death without even being sure it was real?”
Still facing away, she twisted her head to glare and mutter.
“Doesn’t matter… trash like you…”
That look, that voice—the same from when she’d framed innocent me as a rapist and sent me to prison.
The absurd chain of events had almost been amusing. But that was over.
I’d never fallen for her face or body anyway, never deluded myself she was a good girl deep down. No regrets.
I smirked. Time to drop her back into the abyss.
I pulled out my phone and held it to her face. She lunged for it—of course, I wasn’t letting her have it.
I shoved her onto the bed and straddled her hips like last time, pinning her flailing arms with my knees. Then I played the video of Yujeong right in her face.
Work duties: Shake Party A’s cock with Party B’s hand. Suck Party A’s cock with Party B’s mouth. Squeeze Party A’s cock with Party B’s tits. Take Party A’s cock in Party B’s pussy. And…
Yujeong’s filthy, vulgar, slutty voice. Her flushed face.
But I cut it there—no showing Yujin her mom breaking down in humiliated tears.
Next, Yujeong slurping my cock deliciously, then on the bed, ass up like a bitch in heat, shaking it for me.
Skipped the part where she begged pathetically, “Stop hitting! Please, no more!”
Then morning: back to “Chairwoman” Yujeong, but still reaching for my cock. I showed Yujin that face.
Don’t hold back—drain it all quick! This filthy shit!
Video Yujeong finished speaking and engulfed my cock. Then she went all out with every trick, sucking obscenely.
“Good enough?”
I showed only what I wanted and closed the phone.
No edits—just Yujeong’s true self. No lies, just a slice of truth.
Yujin, who’d watched her damning, disgusting mom crystal clear, went speechless. No fight left; just tears streaming.
I eyed her noticeably weakened state closely. The girl who’d endured my trampling so stubbornly was crumbling from one video? Something off. Was this her weak spot? Worth digging deeper.
“Lies… You tricked my mom.”
“If you won’t believe it even after seeing, why’d you ask?”
“You raped her—mmph!”
She tried yelling, so I clamped her mouth shut fast. Shot her a glare: Shut it. Or you know what happens next.
She nodded, calming. I released her face. To flex my leisure, I got off her hips too.
Without realizing, my cock had hardened. From feeling her thick pussy mound through her ass, just like Yujeong’s.
“Now you’re calling innocent me the rapist. It’s the opposite—I’m the one who got raped. Think about it: how’d a top student like me transfer in? A deal.”
Plausible bullshit. And with my grades beating those bitches, she’d buy it—another innocent victim among the framed.
“Mom would never do corrupt shit!”
I flashed docs of Yujeong’s corruption too. Quick pan over papers—no time to scrutinize, but enough to suspect.
“She already did. That’s how I got to transfer—in exchange for handling her urges while I’m here. But…”
“But?”
“Transfer’s done, and MILF pussy’s getting stale, so…”
“So what!”
“Anyone who satisfies my dick is fine.”
If she wasn’t biting, time for praise. I raked my eyes greedily over Yujeong’s plump tits and thighs, pulling out my prepared line.
“No reason I can’t accept your offer. Remember? Nine times left?”
“That means nothing now!”
“Nah, offer still stands. Unlike you bitches, I don’t lie. But now I’ll add one condition: I won’t touch your mom first. So I get to add one too.”
“…What?”
“Simple. A contest. Fair and square.”
I finished and dropped my pants and underwear. My thick, erect cock sprang out at Yujin.
She desperately fought turning away out of pride. No scream like last time despite the sudden move. Just sat arms-crossed on the bed, looking up defiantly: Finish your sentence.
“Rules are easy. If I cum nine times first, I lose. I’ll hand over your video and your mom’s clean. Report me, stab me—your call. But.”
“But?”
“If you cum first, my count goes up by that much. Hit ten, and even if I fuck your mom, you stay out of it. Deal?”
Yujin pondered my words, then suddenly hiked her skirt down off the bed and unbuttoned her bursting blouse. Her face screamed mortified despite the bold moves.
Absurd proposal, but she had no choice. I held videos that could ruin her life.
Her stabbing attempt wasn’t just blind rage—no other options either.
Now I offered a “fair” game.
She had absolute confidence in her looks and body; I loathed them proportionally. The idea of losing to me, or that she couldn’t make me cum easy? Unthinkable.
She kept rising no matter how crushed. Stabbed at me in broad daylight, no remorse after. Best way to handle her: stoke rivalry and pride. As long as she saw this as fair—and tilted her way—she’d behave.
“Fine. Get ready.”
Yujin reached for my cock. I stepped back, taunting.
“Whoa, easy. More conditions. Too easy for me otherwise—no fun. One-to-three handicap. I’m one, you’re three. I lose once, it’s minus three for me. You need three to minus one. Giving a handicap for your sloppy pussy like your mom’s.”
“Bullshit—who’d cum to trash like you—”
I ignored her, pressing on.
“In exchange for the handicap…”
“Exchange? Spit it out, don’t drag like a loser!”
“Call it a light penalty game. You in?”
“…Shut up and shove your filthy dick over here.”
“Love the fire. …Like your mom.”
“Kuh!”
I sat beside her, spreading my legs wide like a subway creep. Reached over, prying her legs apart too—like Yujeong’s frog legs last night, condom dangling between thighs.
“Alright, let’s start? This round’s masturbation duel. First to cum loses. Count of three.”
“…Fine.”
Yujin nodded, muscles tensed like a sprinter at the line.
“Three.”
Her hands hovered over my radiating-hot cock.
“Don’t touch—hasn’t started.”
“Who’d wanna touch your filthy—”
“Two.”
Bandaged hand patted her ass; good hand splayed fingers, joints flexing. Wanted to use the middle finger that’d plowed Yujeong’s pussy last night, but that’d tear her hymen and hurt—no good.
“One!”
I yelled it, but Yujin beat me to it. Her hands on my cock? Fake-out.
Bent at the waist to end it quick, smashing her tits into my thigh, mouth gaping wide.