The Puppy Doesn't Know How Scary the Tiger Is

Tap… tap… tap… tap.

Cha Yeri sat in a daze, staring at the ceiling while absently clicking her ballpoint pen. In the student council office—where she was supposed to be strict and rational—she couldn’t fully process what she had done.

The sharp shouts of the sports clubs drifting in from the athletic field outside snapped her back to reality.

“Kissing… Kang Ijin…”

She pressed a hand to her lips, murmuring blankly. There was no one else in the student council office. The moment the kiss ended, Kang Ijin had simply smiled and walked out. He had even stroked her hair once, calling her cute while she sat there completely stunned. The memory of being lost in the shock of that kiss resurfaced.

“Ah… aah… aaaaaah!”

The vivid recollections of everything she had done with Kang Ijin flooded back. Cha Yeri slammed her forehead onto the desk and screamed like a madwoman. Just thinking about it made her want to pound the desk with her fists. Her heart kept hammering. Her face burned. The lingering sensation of where his tongue had traced still haunted the inside of her mouth.

Kang Ijin had licked her lips, delved into her mouth, tangled with her tongue, and finally given her lower lip a gentle bite. Then he smiled—as if he had predicted every single reaction. The entire sequence of movements had been so natural. At the same time… Cha Yeri had realized something during the kiss.

That Kang Ijin had been considerate of her.

A man who seemed crude and utterly devoid of seriousness in his words and actions. Yet during the kiss, he had felt strangely gentle—almost tender. At first she had been terrified. It was her first kiss, after all, and the fact that she had lost it through a bet only intensified the fear. But the moment she kissed Kang Ijin, that fear vanished. Instead, his tenderness had been so palpable that she found herself liking it… and in the middle of it all, she had even let out a moan that was entirely unlike her.

“Yena was right… Kang Ijin joined the student council because he was targeting me. It was all planned from the start. So the fact that I felt these emotions while kissing him isn’t my fault—it’s Kang Ijin’s fault…”

The more she thought about it, the more pathetic she felt, so she clamped her mouth shut. In truth, none of it was Kang Ijin’s fault. She was the one who had misunderstood him and incurred his anger. She was the one who had accepted the kiss bet. But blaming him seemed like the only way to deny what she was feeling right now.

How could she possibly admit it? That the kiss with Kang Ijin… had actually felt good.

I thought I had cut away all such emotions through the education I received to become the successor…

She had been raised to take over her parents’ work at an appropriate age, then be married off young into a wealthy chaebol family where love didn’t exist, living only to watch her in-laws’ moods. She was nothing more than a trophy for whatever man she married. All her efforts amounted to nothing but a single elegant line engraved on that trophy. Once she realized that, the world had begun to feel endlessly boring and dull.

But at some point, the girl who had only ever shown practiced, beautiful smiles in front of others had started smiling and showing genuine surprise more often. She didn’t need anyone to tell her who was responsible.

The culprit was Kang Ijin.

Kang Ijin was changing her.

—It’s for your own entertainment. I don’t know about you, President, but even if you offered me millions, I couldn’t live like you. It seems like your life must feel terribly boring.

The man who had appeared like a comet at the exact moment the world felt tediously dull. The man who had confidently declared he would make things fun for her.

“So this is what you meant by fun?”

On the day of the entrance ceremony, she had dismissed him as a braggart spouting nonsense. But seeing Kang Ijin now, she could no longer think that way. He was a man who proved his words through action.

Cha Yeri was finally beginning to understand what kind of person Kang Ijin truly was. She had thought he was just an ordinary delinquent, but he was no pushover. And that man was relentlessly targeting her.

You think I’ll fall for you that easily?

A spark had ignited in Cha Yeri’s once calm and tranquil heart. It was the feeling of having met her greatest rival in life. Kang Ijin was the first person who made her want to truly acknowledge her opponent and win with all her heart.

The man who had joined the student council to target her and had even stolen a kiss. She had let her guard down this time and paid the price. It wouldn’t happen again.

“I won’t fall for you so easily, Kang Ijin.”

Once again steeling her resolve, a small smile played on Cha Yeri’s lips.

Time passed, and Saturday finally arrived. The long-awaited day had come—the day of my promise with Jeong Sua.

I had told her I wouldn’t show up, but…

Of course I’m going. Every single one of these is an event that raises favorability.

I had just kissed Cha Yeri recently, and my confidence was at an all-time high. Ever since that kiss, Cha Yeri had been staring at me with intense wariness. But that was proof that my existence had been burned deeply into her mind. A very good sign.

Anyway, with everything flowing exactly according to my plan, I had absolutely nothing to fear right now.

To be honest, I used to worry every time I confessed to Jeong Sua and got rejected—wondering if the heroines had some setting that made them completely impossible to capture. But seeing how the heroines were gradually becoming obsessed with me, that clearly wasn’t the case. It was simply because Jeong Sua’s feelings for Kang Suho had been too strong.

Recently, though, I had been using the whip more than the carrot on her, and I could feel her thoughts beginning to shift. After all, she hadn’t even tried to hide the fact that she was alone with me from Kang Suho. Some might call it no big deal and make a fuss about it. But for seven years, Kang Suho had always been Jeong Sua’s first priority and I had been second. The fact that Jeong Sua—who was the epitome of kindness and honesty—had lied to Kang Suho. The fact that when I offered to walk her home, she hadn’t refused me even though she refused him.

The relationship was slowly reversing.

So our Sua has a taste for the whip, huh?

Once she’s mine, I’ll have to tie her up and give her a proper lashing. She’ll end up wearing long clothes for the rest of her life because of the marks I leave all over her body. The only one allowed to see her bare skin will be me. Or maybe I should tattoo my initials on her chest. Just imagining the look on Kang Suho’s face when he discovers it is thrilling enough to make my cock twitch.

Because of that, I couldn’t put on pants in this state. I simply wiped myself down and stepped out of the bathroom without changing.

“Hyung, where are you… uwaaak!”

“What the hell? You scared me… Why the sudden screaming, you idiot?”

Seeing a grown adult man shriek like that made me want to punch him in the face. I felt like driving my fist hard into his solar plexus. But if I did that, Kang Suho might actually die and I’d be charged with killing a family member, so I held back. At the very ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠least, you have to watch until Sua becomes completely mine before you die.

“W-why is that standing up?!”

Kang Suho was pointing at my cock with a trembling finger. The guy must have been shocked by the sheer size of my impressive member. This was exactly why I—not him—had to become the protagonist. Even from a young age, I had been blessed with an unusually large cock. I still remembered the time I copied a scene from a comic and flashed it at school; the way all the boys had freaked out. Even the teacher who accidentally witnessed it had scolded me while staring at it with a strange look in her eyes.

I had awakened to sex as early as my cock had grown. My first masturbation happened in third grade. I discovered that rubbing my dick made it bigger and felt good, so I often stroked it over my clothes. Then one day I experienced an indescribable pleasure, and something white—not urine—shot out. After that, my sexual desire exploded.

Anyway, I like this cock of mine. At least the women who have slept with me because of it all ended up loving my cock. Of course, knowing that the best women in the world—Jeong Sua and Cha Yeri—exist makes me reluctant to give any deep affection to mediocre girls.

There’s no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way I’d ever give the women I’ve set my sights on to a guy like Kang Suho, who gets shocked just looking at my dick.

“Anyone would think I was showing them something weird. It just gets hard naturally when I have dirty thoughts.”

“Then you should’ve put on clothes before coming out!”

“How am I supposed to put on pants like this? It’d just poke out anyway.”

“Then calm it down inside the bathroom—”

“Enough. I don’t want to talk about dicks with another guy. Just say what you want.”

With a slightly irritated tone, I jerked my chin at Kang Suho as if he were a nuisance.

“Hyung, where are you going right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now?”

“Didn’t I tell you last time? The kid asked me to help buy your birthday present.”

“I know, but…”

Kang Suho hesitated, as if struggling to get the words out. I snorted, thinking I had seen every kind of pathetic fool, and tried to head to my room. That was when he grabbed my wrist.

“You’re just buying the present with Sua… and coming straight home, right? You’re not going anywhere else to hang out or anything? If that’s the case… I’d rather you didn’t…”

What the hell? How could he know about that? It was obvious he was suspicious of the relationship between me and Jeong Sua. So far, I had only confessed to her when Kang Suho wasn’t around. Jeong Sua also didn’t want to worry him, so I had intentionally hidden the fact that I was avoiding her on purpose. Or was he simply jealous that the two of us were going out alone?

I had no idea how he had caught onto the strange atmosphere between me and Jeong Sua. But there were two things I could be certain of right now. First, that deep down Kang Suho desperately hoped I wouldn’t go. And second, that seeing his jealous face was starting to excite me.

I didn’t know why this guy was acting this way all of a sudden, but I decided to savor the situation as much as possible.

“Hey. Do you have any idea how fucking annoying you sound?”

“H-huh?”

“Are me and the kid your property? Whether we hang out or not is our business. Who are you to tell us what to do?”

I deliberately used the word “our” to hurt him. Of course, “our” referred only to me and Jeong Sua. There was no place for Kang Suho in it.

“For all you know, after buying the present we might have some time left, so we could end up kissing, sucking, and fucking.”

“S-sex… Hyung, you should probably watch your language…”

Kang Suho showed a hint of hostility, as if he had imagined the scene. Even now, he was trying to say his piece. What a mood-killing bastard. The heroines might like that annoyingly upright side of him… but his only real flaw was that he became passive in front of the heroines. Probably because he was the love-comedy protagonist. To me, though, it was perfect. Thanks to his hesitation, I could claim the heroines for myself.

“But do we have to ask for your permission every single time?”

“That’s… not what I meant, but…”

Kang Suho lowered his head timidly, as if he knew I was right. Just seeing that made me feel good. Yeah, keep lowering your head even while you watch me fuck Jeong Sua right in front of you. It kills you just to see my woman in your eyes, doesn’t it? Just jerk off while listening to her moans.

“Then let go of my hand and get lost. I don’t feel like reporting everything we do to you.”

“…Sorry.”

Kang Suho slunk back to his room, completely deflated. At the same time, the text floating above his head began to change.

Not exactly—the first half stayed the same, only the latter part had been completely rewritten. The ending section had vanished entirely.

Does that mean my actions have made the ending impossible to predict?

It was surprising that Kang Suho’s description—which always briefly outlined future events—had changed like this. But I was thrilled that the phrases building memories with the heroines and hesitates to confess had disappeared.

More importantly, he saw me alone with Sua.

Judging by the timing, it had to be the day Sua came to the bar and I took her home in the evening. I hadn’t noticed him when I looked around, which was strange. He must have been hiding so he wouldn’t be caught. In that case, it was safe to assume we were now completely enemies.

That’s better. It means I don’t have to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hold back anymore.

That had been my intention from the beginning anyway. The moment Jeong Sua enrolled at the same school as me and I decided to make her mine, I had no intention of returning to the old relationship I had with Kang Suho. I would turn the time Jeong Sua spent with Kang Suho into time spent with me. I would ruin every event that was supposed to connect him with the heroines. I would take everything that should have been his and make it mine. That had been my only goal from the start, both then and now.

So what if Kang Suho now saw me as an enemy? It didn’t scare me in the slightest.