Shattering the School Idol Yujin's Pride (3)
Yujin's voice, ranting and hurling insults at me in a frenzy, could easily have been heard by someone outside the house, but I stayed silent and let her speak.
I had to know. Her true intentions.
Soon enough, I realized why she was acting so stupidly.
Even in this situation, Yujin seemed to think that since I was offering to leave if she dropped the charges, I must be scared. He's just a coward anyway. He showed up with a knife, but he won't do shit to me. So if I push hard, he'll back down. That was roughly her thinking. She must have started yelling based on that ideal judgment, but midway through, she got genuinely pissed and went overboard insulting me.
Taking the offensive even now. So very Yujin. But she had misjudged me badly.
"I gave you your chance. This is on you."
I wiped the spit from my face with the back of my hand and spoke to her coldly.
Maybe she'd been fantasizing that if she came on strong, I'd cower and submit. She visibly panicked at my calm response.
But it was only for a moment. Yujin's towering pride wouldn't bend even here.
She quickly regained her momentum and, trembling with fear yet defiantly thrusting her chest out at me as if to say go ahead, try it or rape me if that's what you want.
I shook my head.
"Put away those trashy udders."
"W-what? U-udders? T-trashy?"
"Yeah, get those disgusting, ugly oversized tits out of my sight."
Stunned by the insult to her prized body part, Yujin was still reeling when I shoved my phone in her face.
It was playing the video of her brutally beating Nayeon.
"She called me first, so yeah, I thought something was off... So what? What're you gonna do about it?"
I hadn't expected genuine remorse, but this level of brazenness was something else.
"A deal."
"A deal?"
"Yeah, a deal. I'm not a rapist like you claimed. Especially not for a trashy bitch like you—I wouldn't even get hard. But I can't just walk away empty-handed. You'd report me the second I leave."
As if understanding what I was getting at, Yujin fell silent and just listened. Smart of her not to spout lies about keeping quiet if I left peacefully. If she had, I'd have had to discipline her stomach again.
I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. Breaking in at midnight with a knife to threaten me. Any normal girl in her shoes wouldn't just panic—she'd be too frozen to even stand.
But Yujin had only been startled at first. Even after taking heavy hits from me, she hadn't cowered. She still held her head high, shooting me defiant glares. Sure, in her future timeline, she'd seen all sorts of shit in the entertainment world, but considering her current age, this was insanely resilient.
It reminded me of the proverb: a great tree is known by its leaves. Or maybe poppy flower fit better. Poppies hid ugly poison behind their beautiful facade.
Anyway, metaphors didn't matter. What did was that these little devils I had to deal with were still no pushovers, young as they were. So I had to be even more thorough. That was all.
"Fine, got it. I'll take the deal. If you don't leak that, I won't press charges for your crime—"
Shameless, revolting lie. And my innocence wasn't some bargaining chip to twist however she wanted. It was ironclad, no matter what the world said.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her toward me.
"Hik!"
More than when she'd held the knife to her own throat, more than when I'd punched her gut, Yujin trembled in terror at the sight of my enraged face. Only now, in this state, did she seem to grasp that I could kill her.
"If you don't want to die by my hand, never speak that shit again. Next time, I might not hold back. This isn't a threat. It's fact. As true as the fact that I never touched you sluts. Got it?"
Yujin nodded frantically in terror. I released her hair, throwing her head toward the bed.
"So what kind of deal are we talking...?"
Even fully cowed, Yujin wanted to seize control, breaking the silence first to ask.
"Fel."
"Fel...? What's that?"
"Don't play dumb, you slut—"
I stopped mid-sentence. She looked genuinely clueless.
How could she not know? In a world where a quick phone search pulls up endless porn.
Then it hit me—her mother.
Yujeong.
Chairwoman of my school.
Strict, ascetic, despising anything sexual. She didn't even tolerate light student dating. Rumor had it, getting caught meant instant expulsion.
Raised under such a narrow-minded hardass, maybe she really didn't know.
Didn't matter anyway. I wasn't doing this for pleasure. It was just to get blackmail material. How good she was at it meant nothing to me.
It was insurance to keep her from reporting me—until she truly admitted framing me.
"Easier to show than explain."
"What...? Fine, whatever. Do your thing."
Yujin replied indifferently.
I dropped my pants without hesitation.
"W-what the—!"
The second I did, I grabbed a pillow, climbed back onto her hips, and clamped her mouth shut.
But unlike before, Yujin didn't stay calm. She thrashed wildly, trying to shove me off.
She twisted her body, desperately trying to get my cock away from her lower belly.
Unconsciously, I lifted my hips to let her roll, but then thought, why the hell am I going easy on this bitch? I slammed my ass down, pinning her struggles. My cock pressed firmly against her lower belly.
Telling her a lowlife like her didn't even make me hard was the one lie—the only bluff—I'd thrown at her here.
In truth, my dick was harder than it'd ever been, throbbing like it might burst.
Excitement from the crime? Bullshit excuse. I wasn't raging blindly; my anger had made me colder, sharper.
Humiliating as it was, I was turned on by Yujin—pinned beneath me, under my cock.
Couldn't be helped. She was a beauty who turned heads on the street. But even that stunning face wasn't her best asset.
Man or woman, eyes went straight to those tits first. They were her ultimate weapon.
Any guy who could walk past those premium milk bags without a glance wasn't a man—or he liked men.
Yujin looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Y-you disgusting... motherfucker. Rapist scum."
Even now, she didn't cower. Those tears weren't fear—they were shame and rage.
To stop her resistance, I yanked hard on the cable tie binding her wrists. Ignoring her palms slapping together like claps as she tried to push my chest away, I spoke.
"Why act so wronged? Why so pissed? You framed me as a rapist. I gave you two chances to drop it and be forgiven—ignored both. Spat in my face. You really thought nothing would happen? Too dumb to guess why I brought a camera?"
No comeback came to mind, it seemed. Yujin let out a frustrated grunt, her face flushing red. For the first time, she showed a hint of submission, mumbling.
"Th-thought you'd just... k-kiss or something... you gross pervert freak."
I froze in disbelief. She'd come out swinging so hard—now I saw why.
Speechless, I pinned her writhing body and slapped duct tape over her mouth. She had to know resistance was futile now, but pride made her keep struggling to rise.
As she flailed, she wrapped her thighs around my neck like she'd done to knock Nayeon out. But I just pressed my left hand lightly under her thigh, spreading her legs wide open.
Only then did her eyes widen, realizing the raw strength gap between man and woman. Seizing the moment, I bound her ankles with another cable tie and linked it to the bedpost. Arms and legs—fully restrained.