Kim Minji's Complete Fall♡
The booming bass beats. Speakers on the verge of bursting. The N-Dorphin dance club's practice room was thick with the members' heat and sweat, the air almost boiling.
"One, two! Three, four! Bigger movements! Keep those lines clean!"
Following the leader's commands, Kim Minji stretched her arms and legs to their limits. The high-intensity dance had already gone on for more than four hours, but physical fatigue wasn't what tormented her.
She stole a quick glance sideways. Her eyes landed on the member dancing at the very edge of the formation—the first-year ace, her junior Lee Jiun.
The instant her gaze reached her, Jiun's head snapped around like a lie had been exposed. Their eyes met. Kim Minji jerked her stare back to the front.
Like a snake's eyes. Just seeing them now made her whole body shake uncontrollably.
The hellish "play" in the shower room three days ago. No—it had been closer to outright punishment.
After it ended, even once the restraints came off, Kim Minji had crawled between her junior's legs of her own free will and licked her pussy. She couldn't tell whether she had been drunk on the atmosphere or on fear.
What mattered was that the entire scene had been recorded. Irrefutable proof that she was a perverted slut with no escape.
That was why, for the past two days, Minji had desperately avoided Lee Jiun. Of course, overlapping classes and the same campus made total avoidance impossible. Yet, contrary to her fears, Jiun hadn't laid a hand on her. No blackmail, no harassment. Just emotionless greetings when they passed each other, as if that day had never happened.
And today. The unavoidable group practice for the upcoming festival.
While dancing, Minji felt her heart would explode at any second. She wasn't even looking directly at her. Just catching a glimpse in the large mirror made her tremble. Whenever their eyes met, her body locked up completely.
Yet...
"......"
Four hours into practice, Lee Jiun treated her like she was invisible. During breaks she chatted and laughed with the other members, never once glancing Minji's way. Even when their eyes had met moments ago, Jiun had simply turned her head away with cool indifference.
So.
'What is this? Has she lost interest?'
A tiny sprout of relief pushed through the anxiety. Maybe it really had just been a passing whim. Maybe Minji had only been a toy she quickly grew bored of. The thought loosened the knot in her chest a little.
"All right, that's it for today! Great work, everyone!"
The leader's announcement cut the music off abruptly. The members collapsed to the floor, utterly spent after nearly five hours of dancing. Minji found a corner and sat down, the oppressive weight of sharing the same space with Jiun finally lifting.
'Besides... with all the seniors here, what could she even do?'
She grabbed her bag and tried to slip out quietly. But then—
Swish.
"Senior?"
The voice came from directly behind her.
"Eek?!"
Minji's shoulders jolted as if electrocuted. She didn't need to turn around. The mirror showed Jiun standing right behind her, close enough to touch. The gaze fixed on her was calm. Her mouth smiled brightly, but those eyes held no warmth at all—just that signature icy blankness.
What truly shattered Minji's composure, however, was the object in Jiun's hand.
The black towel all the members shared. The one kept outside the shower room. The same one that had been shoved over her head three days ago, wet and suffocating.
When Jiun lifted it, Minji felt her heart drop into her stomach.
"Senior~ You're sweating so much~"
The tone was sweet. Minji, of course, heard only venom.
"J-Jiun...?"
"Hold still. I'll wipe it for you."
Before Minji could protest, the black towel covered her face.
Flutter. Thud.
Her vision went black. The moment the damp fabric touched her skin, the shower room scene slammed back like a flashback.
"Huuuugh...!"
Her body froze on instinct. PTSD. The terror her muscles still remembered. The wet towel against her face no longer felt like cloth. The supposedly pleasant scent of fabric softener reeked like the sharp, fishy smell of pussy.
Suddenly, Jiun's left hand slipped under the towel and hovered near her mouth.
"Wh-what...?"
While Minji hesitated, Jiun formed a small circle with her index finger and thumb, then pressed it firmly against Minji's lips.
"Uh... ah..."
Minji caught the way Jiun's lips curled upward. The next instant—
Lick♡ Lick, lick♡
Her pink tongue slid out between the finger-hole on pure instinct. No order had been given. The moment skin touched her lips, her tongue darted forward as if that empty circle were a dripping pussy.
Minji desperately thrust her tongue out, licking frantically. But there was only air. Watching the pathetic display, Jiun smiled with deep satisfaction.
"You haven't forgotten yet, have you, senior?"
Even though it shouldn't have been possible, Minji felt like she was suffocating. Her thighs shook violently. Her face drained of color. She wanted to run, but like a frog pinned by a snake's gaze, she couldn't move a single finger. All she could do was pray for the towel to be removed.
"Senior, why are you trembling so hard? It's not like I'm going to eat you."
Sniff, sniff.
"Hmm. You smell just like you did that day. The scent of a terrified female in heat? Puhuhu—"
"Hup...! Uuuup...!"
Minji's muffled groans from beneath the towel only came out as pathetic whimpers. Jiun seemed to savor the weak resistance, wiping her face with gentle strokes—like polishing a treasured possession—yet every touch burned with blatant ownership.
How long had it gone on?
Voices drifted over from the other members.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Minji silently begged someone to save her. She wanted to scream that this was harassment, that she needed help. But—
"When did you two get so close?"
"Whoa, you two look suspicious. What's with that look in Jiun's eyes?"
Despair. No one understood. Under the caring touch of a seemingly kind junior, Kim Minji was suffocating in terror. To everyone else, Jiun was simply a sweet underclassman looking after her senior. That perfect mask terrified Minji more than anything.
"Hehe. It's nothing. Senior just looked like she was struggling, so..."
Jiun answered smoothly. At the very end, she tightened her grip on the towel, pinching Minji's nose hard before releasing it.
"Haa... Haa..."
Only then did the black darkness lift. Minji gasped like someone breaking the surface of deep water. Her vision spun. Tears spilled down her cheeks.
Jiun leaned in, lips brushing Minji's ear.
"Fix your expression, senior. Everyone's staring."
"......"
Jiun gave her shoulder a couple of light pats, then turned away as if nothing had happened and went to grab her bag.
Even after everyone—including Jiun—had left the practice room, Kim Minji remained frozen in place.
"I must have pushed myself too hard. My legs are killing me, so I'm going to rest a bit! I'm fine, so go on ahead...!"
Since legs giving out during practice wasn't unusual, the others accepted her excuse and left. The room emptied like a receding tide.
Yet Lee Jiun remained standing at the door until the very last moment.
"Ah..."
The realization hit her like a slap—she had made a terrible mistake. She should have slipped out among the crowd. Being left alone in the practice room now meant she was nothing more than prey abandoned in front of a snake.
Jiun looked down at her with an unreadable expression, then suddenly softened into a gentle smile.
"...Take care of yourself, senior~! See you later!"
"......Huh?"
Had she truly lost interest?
Bang.
The door slammed shut. Minji stared at it in bewilderment, her hands still trembling against the floor.
8 p.m.
Beep, beep, beep-boop—.
The moment the front door closed behind her, every ounce of strength drained from her body.
"Haa......"
Minji dropped her bag carelessly on the entryway floor and sprawled out in the middle of the living room, staring blankly at the ceiling. She couldn't even remember how the day had passed. Her mind felt completely numb. It had been exhausting in every possible way.
For two days there had been no contact, and she'd begun to hope Jiun had grown tired of toying with her. But the way Jiun had looked at her in the practice room proved otherwise. A snake-like bitch whose intentions were impossible to read.
"...It's unsettling."
Both her frayed mind and sweat-soaked body felt filthy. Minji forced herself up and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water, stood under the shower as usual, and scrubbed herself with body wash. The routine that had once been relaxing now felt strangely unpleasant—tainted by the memory of that shower room incident burned permanently into her brain.
After a quick shower, she roughly toweled her wet hair, threw on an oversized boxy t-shirt, and chugged a bottle of cold water from the fridge.
"Whew—!"
Only then did the tightness in her chest ease a little. She collapsed onto the living room sofa and stretched her legs out.
"Maybe I'll watch some YouTube and have a beer..."
She was lost in that simple, lazy thought when—
Ding-dong— Ding-dong—.
The cheerful doorbell shattered the silence. Minji's gaze drifted indifferently toward the entryway.
'Who could that be?'
No one should be visiting at this hour. She hadn't ordered delivery. Without any real suspicion, she got up and walked over to the intercom.
The moment she saw the screen, she froze.
Crackle—.
The activated camera showed the figure standing outside. Even with the cap pulled low, she recognized everything instantly—that bag, that silhouette, and above all, the eerie smile staring straight into the lens.
It was Lee Jiun.
Minji clapped a hand over her mouth and stumbled backward.
'H-how...?'
How did she know this address? Had Minji ever told her? No. Never.
Her mind went blank, but survival instinct kicked in. She had to pretend she wasn't home. Then Jiun would leave. The living room lights were off. She hadn't made a sound.
'Please...'
Please just go away.
But—
"Senior~ I know you're in there—"
Jiun's voice crackled through the intercom speaker.
"Hmm? No answer? Pretending you're not home? But that can't be right—"
She couldn't let herself weaken. It had to be a bluff...
"You just took a shower, didn't you, senior? I heard everything from the hallway~"
A chill raced down Minji's spine. She nearly collapsed. Had Jiun been standing outside listening the whole time? Since when?
"Open the door. I have something to tell you."
Minji backed into the corner of the room, still covering her mouth. She absolutely could not open that door. The moment she did, something irreversible would happen—she could feel it in her bones.
"Haa..."
A short sigh came from outside. The next words crushed Minji's last shred of hope.
"You're really going to keep pretending?"
A brief, suffocating silence. Then—
Beep beep beep beep—.
"...Eh? Ehhh?"
Minji's eyes widened. That all-too-familiar sound should never have come from anyone else's fingers. The electronic tones of the door lock keypad.
How did she know the passcode? She had to be pressing random numbers to scare her. But as if mocking her desperate prayer—
Beep-boop—! Beep—!
The cheerful unlocking sound. The sound that ended her peaceful daily life.
Click—.
The handle turned. The front door slowly opened.
Backlit by the hallway sensor light, Lee Jiun stepped inside with the natural confidence of someone entering her own home.
"Ah..."
Minji's legs gave out. She sank to the floor, trembling violently. Jiun slipped off her shoes with a soft smile.
Minji stared up with wide, shaking eyes.
"Y-you... how did you..."
"I saw it the day before yesterday when I followed you home. The password is way too easy. And the fingerprints only show on the numbers you use most often. A woman living alone really should be more careful. You never know when some crazy person might show up."
Jiun's eyes curved into crescent moons. The crazy person in question was smiling right at her.
"You didn't notice you were being stalked for two whole days? You're so oblivious, senior. Though I suppose that's cute too."
Clunk.
The front door closed behind her. The lock engaged with a heavy finality.
Kim Minji's only safe zone had been completely conquered ♡