Normalizing the Abnormal (1)
I threw Yujin onto my bed. Then I climbed on top of her and grabbed a white pillow, smashing it down over her face.
All the while, Yujin thrashed her waist and legs wildly beneath my upper body, squirting pussy juice everywhere.
I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered urgently to her.
"Your voice is too damn loud, defeated pussy!"
It was a humiliating title that would have enraged her to no end if she'd heard it in her right mind. But right now, even as she suffocated under the pillow, she was too busy letting out ugly screams like "Eeeeek, eeeek, aggghhh!" to hear a word I said.
The noise gradually died down. The pussy juice gushing from her cunt slowed from waterfall to trickle.
"Hoo..."
I let out a deep sigh and peeled off my T-shirt, soaked through with her squirted fluids. Last night I'd been tormented by Yujeong, and this morning by her daughter Yujin—I hadn't slept a wink, and now I'd drained every last drop of my energy. I felt half-dead. And in this state, skipping school wasn't even an option, which made my mind all the more weary. But there was no choice. Until my revenge was complete and I could start a new life, rest was a luxury that bordered on bankruptcy for me.
"Ah, fuck..."
I thought she'd already squirted it all out, but her thick pussy lips sprayed more, drenching my chest. I slapped them hard with my palm—smack!—and flicked her clit with my finger—twang!.
"Ooooh!"
Yujin—no, the defeated pussy—started gushing again.
Her cunt had originally been a pretty pink, but now it carried a hint of crimson from the friction heat of my fingers rubbing it raw. Staring right at it like that, my rock-hard cock throbbed with the desperate urge to ram it roughly inside her. But not yet.
I had to endure until Yujin lifted her own pussy up to me of her own will.
So I turned away from the defeated pussy and rummaged under the bed for the items I'd secretly received by mail without my mom's knowledge.
They were things I'd ordered online that very night after regressing, while roughly sketching out my plans for what lay ahead. Over half hadn't arrived yet, but luckily, the ones for exacting the price of defeat from Yujin—or rather, the defeated pussy—had made it.
I pulled the items out of the pile of boxes one by one.
First, the electric shock device. Sold online as a safe self-defense tool, it was easy to buy, but modifiable to crank up the output into something pretty dangerous.
Next, the telescopic baton. Folded, it looked like a tiny stick—dickbait, basically—but swung properly, it could snap hand bones like twigs.
Then, a small camera I'd bought new, anticipating Yujeong would wreck the old one.
And finally, the most important item.
An oval-shaped pink plastic thing. A string attached to one end, plus a remote. And a spare remote.
Any guy would recognize it instantly, even without ever using one himself.
As I inspected these new tools for future crimes, a groan came from the bed—"Uuungh." Yujin, sprawled out spread-eagle, seemed to be coming to. I tucked the rotor and mini-camera into my back pocket, hid the shock device and baton under my discarded T-shirt.
I stopped rummaging under the bed and stood up. There she was, arms crossed under her massive tits, lifting them high in her usual haughty pose.
"Wha... what the hell?"
I flinched. Maybe even harder than when she'd lunged at me with a knife.
Was she insane? Had her brain broken? After all that, she still had that attitude, that confidence—what the fuck?
Still sitting on my bedsheet, drenched in her own pussy juice, she looked up at me standing there, then sneered and slowly lowered her gaze to level with my cock.
"Ha, finally shrunk, huh? Good. Hilarious. Matches you perfectly."
What the hell was she talking about? She'd been in heat squirting for so long that my erection naturally went down. Of course it shrank. Why was she acting like she'd made it happen, all smug about it?
"Figures a loser like you could never beat me. Sneaking in at night like a coward, no guts to face me fair and square, so you tie me up and rape me like the rapist scum you are—obviously..."
"What?"
Mid-sentence, Yujin sensed something off and looked down at her legs. Her thighs, soaked from the pussy juice pouring out of her cunt.
"Eh?"
She let out a cute, dumb little yelp. Her face went full retard as she wiped the juice off her thighs with my blanket, nice and clean—slap-worthy—and got off the bed. But right away, her eyes fell on her skirt and panties, splattered and soaked with her own fluids. Her pupils glazed over. Skirt and panties still on? No—her dripping-wet pussy was fully exposed to me as she stared blankly at the even wetter clothes.
She wiped the juice off her thighs with my blanket, nice and clean—slap-worthy—got off the bed, and blankly stared at her skirt and panties tossed under it, drenched in her squirted mess.
Looks like the aftereffects of nonstop orgasms had wiped her memory clean.
"Having sweet dreams of beating me? Too bad, reality's a bitch. Snap out of it, defeated pussy."
The dumb look on Yujin's face sharpened back to life, bit by bit. And with it, her cheeks flushed deeper and deeper.
"...Hey, what the fuck is this."
She pointed at her skirt and panties with a finger, asking me.
"Your pussy juice."
I told her the plain truth.
"No way, it's water, right? Yeah? Ehehe... You splashed it on to trick me!"
Yujin accused me without a shred of evidence again. Slap-worthy, but right now, leaving her alone would hurt her more than hitting her, so I just watched.
She scoffed in denial of reality, blamed me again, then suddenly bent down and picked up her sopping-wet panties.
She shoved her index finger inside. Pulled it out sticky with fluid, brought it to her nose, and sniffed. The pungent, stimulating scent. Her eyes unfocused for a split second.
"Ehehe..."
Her pupils trembled wildly. But clinging to the hope it might be water, she even stuck the pussy-juice-coated finger in her mouth and sucked.
"Kek—cough! Cough!"
Way too violent a reaction for just water. So now Yujin knew for sure her panties were soaked in pussy juice, not water—but she still glared at me, denying reality.
"Don't... bullshit me. This is a scam... Me cumming like this for trash like you..."
But even she couldn't deny the truth anymore. She pouted, clenched her fists tight, trembled all over, and hung her head.
Her flushed face turned as deep a crimson as her pussy, rubbed raw to that rosy hue by my fingers.
I leaned in close to her frozen ear and whispered the most humiliating thing she didn't want to hear right now.
"Defeated pussy."
The second I finished, I pulled up my pants like her loser's response wasn't worth hearing. Careful not to let her spot the items hidden in my back pocket and under the T-shirt, I headed for the door.
"...Where the fuck you going!"
I held out the T-shirt to her.
"Can't you see it's soaked in your defeated pussy juice? Gotta wash it. Wipe off the Yumi pussy smell on my cock while I'm at it."
I hurled the crudest, most insulting words at her. But Yujin—who'd witnessed her own defeat with her own eyes, her unbuttoned shirt exposing her dripping pussy—couldn't even retort. She shut her mouth.
She'd shown me not just her pussy but the disgrace of squirting from it—and now, trying to hide her sweat-soaked, see-through shirt by buttoning up, I left her behind and opened the door.
I checked my mom's room. I knew she could fall asleep the instant her head hit the pillow, but Yujeong's screams had been so loud, I worried she'd woken up.
Good, no such luck. She must've been exhausted; she was out cold, snoring loud enough to hear from inside.
With some breathing room, I deliberately left the door open to bait Yujin as I headed to the bathroom. She was quiet from the shock now, but she'd flip out and charge me soon enough.
With mom asleep next door, she probably wouldn't grab a kitchen knife again—but that was a gamble. The bitch was unhinged and fearless. Fifty-fifty odds. The moment I entered the bathroom, I prepped: hid the camera in the storage cabinet for towels and such, stashed the shock device below it. Moved the baton from back pocket to front. Grabbed a towel to muffle her scream when she lunged and I counterattacked.
Even if she came at me with a knife again, a light flick to her wrist with the baton—three times longer than the knife—would disarm her easily.
So I had zero fear of Yujin walking into my trap on her own two feet. What scared me was beating her too hard, making her scream and waking my sleeping mom.
Hitting her hand just right to drop the knife without too much force? Tricky. Muzzling her with the towel before she could scream? Trickier.
I might even get slashed in the process.
Did I really need to risk this shit?
My body taking a hit was one thing, but causing more commotion with mom asleep next door...
But right now, no other way. Before heading to school, I needed to slap another leash around Yujin's neck.
She already had two from the Nayeon beating footage and sucking my cock—yet here she was, snapping them to bite her master.
Partly my fault for provoking her, sure, but I needed extra insurance anyway. Give her time to strut at school basking in her followers' praise, and she'd get arrogant again.
So I had to capture clear proof of her attempted murder—something I missed at the door—to drill it into her: bite me again, and your future's gone.
"Fuck..."
No matter how I spun it, it was a moronic plan, moronic risk. Mom asleep next door, and I'm deliberately baiting a murder attempt? Insane.
But I had no time. No luxury to slowly chip away at Yujin alone. While I targeted her and her mom, if the other three noticed me, revenge was over.
Those three would destroy their "friend" Yujin without hesitation if it meant eliminating me, the threat.
That's the kind of "friends" they were.
I cranked the shower full blast. Sink faucet too. The roar drowned everything—but probably not her screams.
No helping it. I'd have to lure her deep inside, then whip out the baton. Right hand baton, left hand towel—simultaneous strike.
As expected, Yujin didn't take long to follow me out. To avoid getting caught peeking, I shut the door. Pressed my ear to it.
Good—no footsteps toward the kitchen knives. Straight to the bathroom.
She stopped at the door. I pulled my ear away. The door flew open. I gripped the baton handle tight for whatever came...
"Ah."
I blurted out something as dumb as Yujin in my panic. Couldn't help it. The sight before me.
As I'd guessed, one defeat didn't cow her long. She charged right at me. But I had to admit—I'd underestimated her.
"You walked here looking like that? What if someone saw?"
"Shut... up. That's not important right now."
"First time in a stranger's house, parading around like that isn't important? In your mental state, that's hardly nor—"
"Gotta get inside, so move it!"
She yelled so loud I feared it'd wake mom, so I swung the door wide quick.
Yujin stormed into the bathroom. I ogled her again—slutty yet beautiful, haughty yet brain-dead—and asked,
"What's the point?"
"Huh?"
"Buttoned all the way up in that state... what’s it even mean?"
"You saying you wanna see my tits, perv? Dream on!"
"Watch your mouth, you slut..."
I shook my head with a sigh—then suddenly Yujin lunged, grabbing my cock and balls through my pants.
"Ngh!"
No place to hide a knife in that pose or outfit—I'd let my guard down. No, impossible not to. A campus idol beauty like Yujin, strutting through a stranger's house in that state.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Stockings torn, pussy still dripping, Yujin declared.
"I haven't lost yet!"
"You're already soaked, though."
"Shut up, not in the mood for your word games!"
"...Best of three!"
"What?"
"Best of three!"
Ridiculous bullshit. No reason to play along... right?