Prologue
The sudden ring of my phone shattered the quiet. I answered without thinking, and the call connected like a video chat—and there, staring back at me from the other side of the screen, was none other than—
"Yoohoo~ You watching this, you fucking otaku bastard?"
"You....."
Geum Taeyang was calling me. And not from just anywhere—from inside some woman's bedroom.
"You're a mere E-Rank. If you're trash, then live like trash and keep your head down. This is what happens when you go barking around like a mad dog for no reason."
"Don't tell me.....!"
My heart hammered. No way. Don't tell me this was exactly the scenario I thought it was. My pulse thudded out of rhythm, and the moment I gripped the phone with both hands, Geum Taeyang let out a low chuckle and switched the view—
"I'm sorry..... I'm sorry, Doha....."
".........."
It was exactly the scene I'd imagined: pinned beneath Geum Taeyang with her knees seized, her petite body trembling as she squirmed, utterly at a loss for what to do. And yet even then, far from trying to escape Taeyang's embrace, she was nestled into him—clinging to the very man who had her trapped.
"I... I don't think I can live without this person....."
".....Right."
Well, then. Nothing to be done about it. It was her own choice, so what could I do? I'd just have to respect it.
A moment later, Geum Taeyang flashed a smug grin at the camera, then hauled her roughly back into his arms and seized her chest. Less a caress than a literal declaration of ownership.
"Don't you ever cross me again, you retarded piece of shit."
"Wait."
"What. Got something left to say?"
"Less something to say, more something to show, honestly."
Just as Geum Taeyang had done, I flipped the camera around and showed him the view in front of me.
"....HAAAAH??"
"Haah..... Doha, you really do have..... the worst personality in the world...♥"
"And? Do you hate it?"
"No... I love it. It's the best♥"
The lady in question was leisurely rolling her hips on top of me.
"You... you son of a bitch, what is this?! What the hell is this!"
"Ahh, enough with the whining—you're giving me a headache. Besides, Geum Taeyang, you're the one who started this, coming at me first and declaring you had to have that woman."
"Don't talk shit! She was just something I messed around with for a minute—what the fuck kind of bullshit is—"
"—I beg your pardon?"
A single icy remark slid in behind Geum Taeyang's furious shouting.
"All of it. Just a joke, you say?"
"......! .....Well, that's...."
The fidgeting, helpless creature who'd been squirming in his arms moments ago was gone without a trace. In her place was a black-haired, crimson-eyed demon of a woman, killing intent rolling off her in waves.
"Just now. Were you looking at another woman?"
"............"
And after that—the call cut off with a click.
The next day, word had it that Geum Taeyang was carried into the emergency room with second-degree burns on his dick. Or so the story went.