To Catch the Daughter, Start with the Mother (2): Perfect Face, Perfect Body, Perfect Personality...? At Least on the Outside.
At least in front of people she had to watch her step for. Anyway, watching that kind of existence wiggle her ass in front of me, soak her black stockings with pussy juice, and then flash a brilliant smile while waving at her underclassmen's over-the-top 90-degree bows every now and then—it was a pretty damn amusing sight.
It might've even been more fun than getting a blowjob or handjob from Yujin.
Yujin glaring at me like she wanted to kill me, but every time she tried to say a word because of the rotor buried in her pussy, she'd have to bow her head and grab her skirt again.
When there was no one around, she'd stop dead in her tracks like she'd stepped on flat ground, tears dripping down her face for a while, or else water dripping from under her skirt.
It hit her harder than when I'd snuck in at night, tied her hands and feet with cable ties, and raped her brutally. Her meticulously crafted perfect image was cracking—not just cracking, but shattering, on the verge of overflowing like a dam breaking.
And yet Yujin just kept glaring at me like she wanted to murder me, without lifting a finger. That was something worth thinking about carefully.
She might've been cautious because fighting me right here could make the rotor pop out of her pussy, but more likely it was her original personality shining through—once she made a deal, she stuck to it thoroughly. Even before regression, she'd drag her sick body onto the stage, a total pro in that sense. Well, she was good at performing, but her musical talent was just plagiarism trash.
"Hey."
Yujin called out to me.
Nothing major, but for a bitch with a dog collar around her pussy to call her master so insolently—that was unforgivable. "Hey, can't you hear me? You deaf—"
Switch up.
Uuung!
"Uh, uh, uh... Hey!"
Level 2 up!
Uuuung!
Yujin's knees knocked together. They rubbed like they were kissing. In that state, she clutched her stomach like she had a bad case of the runs and doubled over at the waist, head dropping.
But even as her whole body trembled like that, Yujin somehow straightened up, locked eyes with me dead-on, and yelled.
"Hey!" "Why are you screaming like that? You're hurting my ears. You wanna brag to everyone around here about what you're doing right now? You pervert bitch, you enjoy this shit? Just like your mommy. Last night your mommy enjoyed showing it off too...."
I shut my mouth. I'd expected her to lunge or scream again, but instead Yujin straightened her back even more, posture ramrod straight.
Now even if I adjusted the rotor with the remote, Yujin's stance didn't waver. Pussy juice was dripping between her black stockings, so she wasn't numb to it. Impressive willpower, acting skills.
Why was she doing that? How could she? As I puzzled over it, my eyes caught the huge school clock above Yujin's head.
8 a.m. Not late yet. But because of Chairwoman Yujeong's half-forced rule—come 30 minutes before the official attendance time to prepare and be a fine student worthy of our school, blah blah blah—all the students arrived early as a matter of course, so it was actually pretty tight.
I looked back at Yujin. A rotor was buzzing inside her pussy right now, and the guy controlling it was standing right in front of her, but her posture was defiant.
The bitch Yujin who'd squirted from me rubbing her clit with my fingers had transformed back into the school's idol—top pick for guys' fantasies, but too superior for anyone to actually hit on.
I snapped back to reality too. No time to get lost in tormenting Yujin and basking in superiority. I still had a ton to do, and I was still at a disadvantage against those bitches. I opened my mouth.
"Guess we should split up now."
"Split up? Don't talk like we're lovers or something. You disgusting rapist."
I ignored Yujin's retort and said what I needed to.
"If our classmates see us walking to school together, it'll be trouble for both of us, right?"
She nodded, at least agreeing to that.
"I'll go first. You come a bit later."
The one leaving late would definitely be tardy, so no way Yujin would obey that literally. So I raised my right hand, showing her the remote in it.
Yujin's eyes flashed with shame and fear at what was coming, then—just faintly hidden, but unmistakable—'anticipation' flickered in. At that moment, I cranked the switch all the way up to the [Strong] button I'd never used before. Then I turned my back on her.
"Hurry up so you're not late. ...If you can. Haha!"
I tossed the mocking laugh over my shoulder and ran into the school.
Since Yujin had insisted on a secluded path to avoid people, the way I was running was the back road—the same one I'd carried a drunk Yujeong on last night.
Now carrying Yujeong out this path, and dragging Yujin in... what did it mean?
Who knows. Anyway, I greeted the janitor sweeping the school grounds with a tired face like he hadn't slept, and headed into the classroom.
The cheerful atmosphere and chattering voices that had filled the room moments before I entered sank instantly the second I appeared.
Yujin's rumors spread via SNS and such must've fully permeated the whole class by now.
"Why'd you even come?..."
"...Gross."
Girls cursing me like my guilt was already proven, as if it was obvious.
"Watch out, you guys. Always walk with us when you go somewhere."
Tough-guy posturing from the boys.
"Scary... I'm not next, am I?"
I glanced at the girl who'd just spoken. Face full of acne. Somehow bloated like she'd eaten something bad, unhealthy purple-tinged skin. No way she'd ever be targeted for assault, but she had the look of someone convinced she was my next victim. Hell, more like she'd already been assaulted by me.
I closed the door. The sliding sound echoed hugely. Everyone who'd been doing other things was now staring at me.
Felt like I was Yujin. But the gazes on me now weren't filled with envy and praise—they were packed with disapproval and discrimination. Didn't matter. Who gives a shit about the stares from these dog-pigs who judge based on rumors without seeking the truth themselves.
I ignored them, headed to my seat, and reached for my chair—
Bang!
Just before my hand touched it, someone's foot from the seat behind shot out and knocked my chair over.
"Wahahaha!"
"Ehehehit."
Boys and girls burst out laughing in unison. Few weren't laughing. Nayeon peeking nervously at the suddenly hostile class vibe, and Minjun—Yujin's crush.
Even they weren't mocking me outright, but they were still minding the class mood. But there were two who weren't even doing that.
I turned to look at them. Jiyeong and Sua. Minhui must've skipped morning classes for her upcoming tournament prep.
Good. Even after raping Yujeong and Yujin, the future timeline was flowing right.
Jiyeong, sharing the back row with Sua, had an ultra-high-end laptop on her desk—way beyond what student allowance could buy—doing something (probably stock trading), even though homeroom was about to start. So my gaze naturally shifted to Sua, who was just sitting there blankly.
Sensing my stare, Sua looked up from her thoughts. Confident, but not showy like Yujin's defiance. It was the natural poise of a lion born a predator, laced with bored leisure.
Her arrogant, cold eyes scanned me up and down like appraising merchandise, then a sneer curled her lips.
She probably thought my exhausted face—from not sleeping for days (fucking Yujeong and Yujin)—and my drained body meant I'd spent sleepless nights agonizing.
That bold front I'd put on in front of her last time? Just momentary bravado, she figured.
Rage bubbled up inside me again. I wanted to charge and strangle Sua right then—I could have—but I held back—
No, this wasn't patience. It was just delaying the sweetest strawberry on the cake until the perfect moment to savor it.
Sua, losing interest, looked away first. I turned back to my chair. Then I twisted around to glare at the boy who'd tripped it.
He'd been snickering with his crew, but flinched and shut up when our eyes met.
Somehow familiar face. Who was it?
Oh, right. The guy who'd picked a fight with me before and went down in one hit. Yujin's simp, the pathetic male desperate for a single glance from the very Yujin I controlled with the remote in my hand right now.
"Ah, got it. Happy now?"
While I'd been lost in thought, he'd stared me down, declared himself the loser on his own, stood up, and straightened my chair.
I nodded half-assedly like he'd done well and sat down. As I did, I grabbed the wrist of the guy who'd been eyeing the moment to yank the chair back again.
"Ah, gaaah!"
The boy grimaced like he was dying as I twisted his wrist.
Hey, tough it out a bit. Yujin—half your size—took nipple twists without her killer glare faltering even once.
He looked about to cry, so I let go. I needed to catch up on last night's lost sleep in class—no whining from behind.
"Whatever, ignore him. He's prison-bound soon anyway...."
"Yeah, best not tangle with a deadbeat like that."
"It's not fear, it's 'cause he's filthy."
I tuned out their self-justifications from the boy's crew and mentally reviewed what I had to do at school today.
Then the homeroom math teacher walked in. Even so, the students' chatter—resumed after I sat—barely died down, still going strong.
I glanced at the door. Yujin not here yet? No way she'd cum so hard on the way she collapsed in the hall, right? That'd be a problem.
The math teacher, used to being ignored, didn't bother calming the class and just started roll call.
"Minjun."
"Yes."
"Nayeon."
"Yeees...."
......
"Jiyeong."
"...."
"Jiyeong."
"......"
"Jiyeong absent?"
"...Ah, here, I'm here, teach."
Jiyeong said it perfunctorily, right hand raised, eyes still glued to her laptop.
The math teacher looked offended by the bratty attitude from a girl young enough to be his daughter, but he couldn't scold her. He surely hadn't forgotten the sub teacher who'd tried disciplining her crew last time and ended up falsely accused like me, losing his teaching license.
"...Uh, right. Jiyeong's here. Okay... Sua."
"...."
The math teacher called out to Sua, but she gave no response despite clearly hearing.
Just sitting there lost in thought, legs crossed, one arm on the chair armrest.
"Sua."
"...."
He tried again, staring at her. Practically begging now. Please let me save face.
"Sua!"
When the teacher raised his voice, Sua finally looked up at him.
Overpowered by a girl younger than his daughter, the teacher stepped back. The eraser from the blackboard fell, dusting his nearly bald head white.
"Wahahaha."
A small laugh rippled through the class, but the teacher just brushed off the chalk dust from his head, saying nothing. Face flushed red under the white powder, he stammered on.
"Right, Sua's here. Last, Yujin. Yujin's not here yet? Guess she's late today, no big—"
"I-I'm here!"
The front door banged open as Yujin burst in, panting, stopping at the threshold. Everyone lit up with welcoming faces.
Unlike Sua—beauty on Yujin's level but too intimidating to approach—or Jiyeong, who ignored everyone outside her circle, or Minhui, who pretended to be bold but was petty and beat up teachers regardless of gender—Yujin was kind to everyone except her toy Nayeon, making her super popular.
"Why're you so late?"
Even during homeroom, with the math teacher right there, a boy stood and approached her, asking.
"Ah... yeah, overslept."
"Why's your skirt so long today?"
A girl's question, like it was some new fashion trend.
"Just felt like it. I wanna wear stuff like this sometimes too." Yujin answered casually.
"Your hair's still wet, Yujin."
"R-Really? Weird, I dried it good."
"Alright, enough! Back to your seats! Homeroom's still going!"
The math teacher's ignored voice.
Amid the chaos, Yujin's sweeping gaze met mine.
I gave her my own greeting. Dialed the motor vibration down to reassure her, then suddenly maxed it out.
"Eut-! Eut, kuh, uuut."
Yujin couldn't stand straight, bending at the waist, biting out a groan through clenched teeth.
"You okay, Yujin?"
"Something hurt?"
"No, nothing." Yujin replied, but unlike the others fussing over her, I clearly saw it was something.
Unable to shoot me killing glares with people around, the two streams peeking from under the hand she pressed down on her skirt lest anyone see—
Only I in this classroom noticed.
