Oppa Fixed Everything! But... It Is Oppa, Right?
The thin, trembling voice of Kim Minji sliced through the heavy silence of the bathroom.
Well. What exactly were we doing right now?
The situation was obvious to anyone with eyes. A cramped bathroom. Suffocatingly thick, hot steam. The faint but somehow sweet-and-sour scent of bodily fluids mixed into that steam. And right in the middle of it all—two completely naked figures tangled together.
I was still sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around Lee Jiun’s slender waist from behind. She was slumped against my chest, eyes unfocused, letting out heated, breathless moans.
It was a scene that would be impossible to misunderstand. Especially because of the massive, grotesque slab of flesh rising obscenely between my legs—throbbing violently beneath Lee Jiun’s ass.
To any observer, this was clearly the aftermath of a filthy fuck. Or perhaps right in the middle of one.
“Ah…”
Kim Minji let out a short, stunned sound, as if the realization had finally hit her. She stood frozen at the bathroom entrance, eyes darting back and forth between the monstrous thing between my legs and Lee Jiun’s drooling, glazed-over face. I could practically see the obscene fantasies playing out in her head.
But I felt completely justified. There was no reason not to.
What we had just done wasn’t sex. It was education. Discipline. Guidance. Correction.
I unwrapped my arms from Lee Jiun’s body and rose slowly, leisurely, to my feet.
Squelch—
The moment my arms and torso, which had been supporting her, disappeared, Lee Jiun collapsed bonelessly to the floor like a fish with no spine. All the cruel restraints and items had been removed, but the ropes binding her arms and legs in half, along with the leather collar around her neck, remained exactly as they were.
Therefore, her limbs were still folded in half. Lying on her back, Lee Jiun had pulled both knees—or rather, her hind legs—up toward her chest. She seemed to have instinctively found the most comfortable position, but… from a spectator’s point of view, it was an unbearably vulgar pose.
Because her back was curled, naturally lifting her ass upward. At the center of those plump cheeks, her forcibly stretched asshole twitched and spasmed.
Twitch. Twitch. Pshhh. Pshhh—
It kept clenching and opening, endlessly pushing out the remnants she couldn’t fully expel—glorp, glorp. And it didn’t stop there. That pink pucker, slick and wet, occasionally belched out the warm, humid, strangely lewd air from inside her guts with wet little whoosh—whoosh sounds.
If someone were to sculpt the very image of utter wretchedness, this would be it.
I briefly considered turning her onto her side because it looked too embarrassing to watch, but ultimately decided against it. If she found that position comfortable, there was no need to interfere.
I walked right up to Kim Minji and casually swept my wet hair back.
“You’re awake?”
With my movement, the enormous, furious monster between my legs swung heavily—thump—with a big, weighty bounce. It was the kind of intimidating presence that would steal anyone’s gaze, even another man’s.
Kim Minji’s eyes unconsciously locked onto it, then she flinched hard and snapped her gaze back up to my face.
“…Yeah. I’m awake. But… what the hell is this situation? Explain it properly.”
“This? I just gave a little lesson to a rude, spoiled junior.”
“…A lesson? What kind of lesson leaves her looking like… that?”
“The details are trade secrets. The important thing is that you don’t have to worry anymore. I took care of everything. Perfectly.”
“…Took care of what, exactly?”
Some things were better shown than explained. Instead of answering, I picked up the leash that had fallen to the floor—the one connected to Lee Jiun’s collar. I held out the long leather handle to Kim Minji, who was still standing there in a daze, unable to process the situation.
“Anyway, it’s handled. Here.”
When I suddenly offered her the leash, Kim Minji frowned, clearly having no idea what I meant.
“Why are you giving this to me…?”
“Just take it for now.”
Whether it was because she was overwhelmed by my aura or intimidated by the raging monstrosity jutting toward her belly, Kim Minji eventually accepted the handle with hesitant hands.
I kindly explained to the bewildered girl.
“From now on, she’s sworn absolute obedience to me. Which means she must also obey you without question.”
“…What? How does that even follow?”
“It’s called hierarchy. Haven’t you been in the military?”
“…As if I would have.”
Minji replied with an exasperated tone. But after a quick glance at Lee Jiun’s pathetic state sprawled on the bathroom floor, understanding slowly dawned in her eyes.
Even so, traces of disbelief and wariness still lingered. I decided to put even that last bit of anxiety to rest.
“If you don’t believe me, test it.”
“Test what?”
“That. Pull it.”
As I spoke, I jerked my chin toward Lee Jiun, who was still on the floor, her asshole rhythmically winking open and shut with wet pshh-pshh sounds.
Kim Minji swallowed dryly, her face slightly tense, then carefully tugged on the leash.
Shhhk—
The taut line pulled Lee Jiun’s slender neck forward.
“Mmmh…”
The girl, who had been panting, staggered upright like a sleepwalker. She planted her knees and elbows on the floor and straightened into a perfect four-legged beast position.
Kim Minji stared in disbelief, then pulled again—harder this time.
Shhhk—
Lee Jiun wobbled, swayed, and crawled forward on all fours toward the bathroom entrance. Her expression was utterly broken. She kept her pure white naked body low, ass raised high to display the bright red bruises covering her cheeks. She looked exactly like an obedient dog. If she had a tail, it would have been tucked tightly between her legs.
“……!”
As Lee Jiun approached, Kim Minji’s eyes widened. Of course she was shocked. The devil who had tormented her for the past two weeks was now crawling toward her on all fours, led by a leash.
From Kim Minji’s perspective, it must have felt like some absurd revenge drama straight out of a morning soap opera.
“Let’s drag her all the way to the living room.”
“T-to the living room?”
“Yeah. You have to move so I can get out. I should probably put some clothes on too. Or do you prefer I stay naked?”
“Huh? Ah. Right… yeah, that’s… true…”
Kim Minji had been hesitating, but the moment she fully registered the power now in her hands, her demeanor changed. She began stepping backward, pulling the leash with noticeably more force—almost authoritative.
Shhhk—
Lee Jiun’s neck was yanked forward so hard she nearly toppled, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of resistance. She simply struggled to keep her balance and crawled forward on all fours, her breasts and ass jiggling obscenely. Every few steps, a small fart hissed out of her like steam from a locomotive.
“Ha—”
The sight was apparently so ridiculous that Kim Minji eventually let out a disbelieving laugh.
We moved into the living room in that bizarre procession. Kim Minji led the way, tugging the leash. Lee Jiun waddled after her on all fours. I followed behind, completely naked, simply enjoying the view.
During the short trip, Kim Minji’s eyes were busy. She mostly looked down at Lee Jiun crawling at her feet, but she kept stealing sideways glances at my lower body—like iron filings drawn to a magnet. Specifically, at the huge, veiny, violently alive cock that swung heavily with every step.
Once again, the three of us were gathered in the living room. The power dynamic, however, had changed completely.
I casually picked up my scattered clothes from the floor and dressed. Underwear. Pants. But no matter how many layers I added, there was no hiding the raging presence of my still-throbbing erection. The front of my pants stood obscenely tented.
After pulling on my shirt, I picked up the riding crop that had been lying on the sofa and placed it in Kim Minji’s hand.
“Here.”
The moment she took the crop, Kim Minji shivered. The sight of it seemed to bring back two weeks of trauma.
“…Why this?”
“Why? You should pay her back for everything she did to you. Oh, and just so you know—she can’t resist at all. I’ve got more than enough footage of her in utterly degrading, inhuman positions. Right, Jiun-ah?”
Flinch—!
At my words, Lee Jiun’s shoulders trembled violently where she lay on the floor.
“……”
Kim Minji stared at the black riding crop in her hand with a strange look, then slowly lowered her gaze further down.
In the center of the living room, beneath her feet, Lee Jiun stood on all fours like an animal. Her swollen, bright-red ass quivered. All traces of her former arrogance were gone. She was nothing more than a miserable bitch waiting for her owner’s command.
Suddenly, Kim Minji’s pupils shook violently. Inside them swirled fear, confusion, bewilderment, rejection, and chaos. But I could sense it clearly—rising from the center of that swamp of emotions was a dark, distinct flame.
It was unmistakable: sharp thirst for revenge, and a faint, budding sadism.
Kim Minji, who had kept her lips tightly pressed together, slowly nodded.
“…I understand now. Completely.”
With that, the situation was perfectly resolved. My role on this stage was over.
I walked toward the front door.
“Well then. I’ll be going now.”
As I passed by her, Kim Minji, who had been standing there blankly, turned with an obviously flustered expression.
“Huh? Y-you’re leaving just like this?”
“Yeah. I fixed everything, didn’t I? Anything else left?”
“No, that’s true, but…”
Her gaze dropped to my crotch. There, my desire—clearly unresolved—throbbed violently. After a moment, Kim Minji seemed to notice how blatantly she was staring and quickly looked away, stammering.
“You’re… really okay to leave like that?”
“…? What do you mean?”
“I mean… well… after all this…”
Huh? Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Was she telling me to go ahead and empty my balls since there was a perfectly good toilet right in front of me?
This girl might actually be surprisingly considerate and kind.
Hm. But wait. The way Kim Minji was looking at me was a little strange. It couldn’t be, but… it almost seemed like she wasn’t talking about Lee Jiun at all. Like maybe she herself was secretly hoping for something…
“……”
No way.
“I’m going.”
I turned away without looking back and began putting on my shoes. I had no hesitation dumping my lust onto someone like Choi Yura or Lee Jiun, but for some reason, with Kim Minji, I wanted to keep at least some line intact. It felt… narrower. More delicate. Like I wanted to protect something.
I wanted to complete that clichéd but cool scene—saving the heroine in danger and walking away like a badass.
“I’ll contact you later. Have fun.”
Beep—
The moment the electronic lock disengaged and I opened the front door to step outside—
Grab—
Someone snatched my right hand from behind. When I turned, Kim Minji was gripping my wrist tightly with both hands.
Looking up at me with slightly trembling yet burning eyes, she said,
“…Don’t go.”
“Huh…?”
“That is… um, well… that’s right! It’s not completely settled yet!”
Hm?
“Settled? …I told you, she can’t resist anymore. You can do whatever you want with her.”
“No.”
Kim Minji cut me off with a firm tone. She glanced at Lee Jiun, who was pathetically sprawled in the center of the living room, then stood on her tiptoes and whispered.
“She’s only acting like this because you’re here. But once you leave… who’s to say she won’t turn on me and do something horrible?”
There was genuine anxiety in her voice. And she wasn’t wrong. After everything Lee Jiun had done to her, the girl was cowering in front of me. But just a few hours ago, Lee Jiun had been a complete lunatic who came to this house, trampled Kim Minji, and mocked her. Human nature didn’t change that easily.
“Hm. You’re not wrong.”
Her logic was persuasive. But I had no idea what specific method she wanted from me now. Honestly, everything I had done so far was already excessively brutal. It had been unavoidable. I knew that nothing less than that level of violence and humiliation would break her.
Yet Kim Minji wanted something even more absolute. Did she want Lee Jiun’s complete destruction? Or irreversible physical damage?
No. That couldn’t happen. Setting aside the fact that this was a country ruled by law, I personally didn’t want to watch a person’s life be ruined beyond repair.
At that moment, Kim Minji suddenly yanked my wrist, pulling me close until our bodies pressed together. Her gaze, which had been looking up at me, slowly slid downward until it landed on my crotch—still fiercely asserting its presence.
She stared at it intently for a moment, then lifted her head again. Her eyes were provocative, yet somehow faintly seductive as she spoke.
“You mentioned hierarchy earlier, right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I may not have gone to the military, but I know how it works. Nursing school hazing is just as vicious as the military—maybe even worse and more insidious. There’s no way I wouldn’t know.”
I see.
“But hierarchy isn’t completed just by crushing someone with force. There needs to be an underlying emotion. A kind of prerequisite.”
“…Prerequisite?”
When I looked at her in confusion, Kim Minji suddenly raised her hand into the air in front of my chest. Then, she slowly—very slowly—extended her index finger and dragged her nail from the top of my chest all the way down.
“For a person to happily accept that they are beneath someone else…”
Her nail, scratching over my upper chest through the shirt, drew a dizzying trail as it moved lower and lower.
“Admiration. Respect. Fear. Benefit. At least three of these four conditions must be satisfied.”
Her languid teasing continued. Before I knew it, my nipples had stiffened under the shirt. Her nail lightly scraped across one of the small bumps.
“Ah—”
The electric jolt made me reflexively arch my upper body backward. Seeing my reaction, Kim Minji licked her lips once, then silently raised her nail again. This time she traced the grooves of my abs, moving even lower.
“I can roughly guess how you broke her. But in the end, all you left was fear. And that fear is only toward you. Do you really think she’ll fear me?”
“……”
“I know my rank is higher now. But deep down, she probably won’t accept it.”
“Then what more do I need to do…”
“You need to make her respect me. Admire me. And make it so that obeying me brings her benefit.”
“……?”
The finger that had been tracing my abs moved again. The hard nail passed my navel and finally stopped right above the massively swollen front of my pants. She wasn’t even touching it directly. Her fingertip hovered over my groin, near the crease of my thigh. Yet simply by pressing there, by slowly scratching, that seemingly indifferent touch and faint stimulation made me harder than I had ever been in my entire life.
The front of my pants looked ready to burst.
Kim Minji stared intently at the massive outline, then lifted her head to look straight into my eyes. It was as if she were asking, You already know the answer, don’t you?
Ah.
Only then did I finally understand what Kim Minji was saying. What she was truly demanding from me right now.
She wanted Lee Jiun to witness it with her own eyes. To confirm exactly what position she held. Who was truly holding the leash. And exactly what kind of relationship we had.
But at that moment, the “pure-hearted virgin who has never dated in decades” alarm inside me began screaming at full volume. The only women I knew even remotely well were Makima, Reze, Kitagawa Marin, and Wiebel. So even though I knew exactly what Kim Minji wanted, even though I could feel her desire through the thick, sticky air and her burning gaze, I still stupidly asked,
“…Are you sure that’s okay?”
“…Ha— seriously…”
Kim Minji let out a deep sigh and lowered her head. But a moment later, she slowly turned her face to the side and whispered in a voice so soft it was barely audible.
“…Do it.”
A faint sense of guilt washed over me for making her say such an explicit request first. But that guilt was instantly swallowed whole by a savage, overwhelming wave of desire.
Before Kim Minji could resist, I grabbed her waist, lifted her clean off the ground, and held her in my arms.