Shall I Fuck You?
That next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. I stretched my arms high above my head, extending fully.
"Haaah, smooth."
It was invigorating. Yawning, I slipped out of bed and did some light stretches. Then I tilted my head, puzzled.
Something's different?
At first, I thought it was the view outside the window. Nope. I ran my hands over my body here and there. When I reached my chest, I froze.
"Huh?"
My heart was pounding. Sure, I'm alive, so it beats—but not this vaguely like usual. It was racing like during sparring or a date.
"F-Fuck, me? What am I, Iron Man?"
I scratched my head and grinned blankly. I was shocked that I could change like this. Placing a hand on my chest, I swallowed dryly. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Monotonous, yet welcoming. I could hear the pulsing, repetitive and steady. I smiled bitterly.
Mom would've loved seeing me like this. Wonder if we'll meet someday.
I left my room. After a quick wash-up, I headed downstairs. The living room was empty. Sounds came from the kitchen. Click, clack. I peeked in and saw Romi setting the table alone.
Our eyes met.
"Loser, you're up?"
"Yeah. Where's everyone else?"
"Mom's washing up. Sis is checking out the clothes that arrived this morning."
"Ah."
Sure enough, a working model. She really cares about her outfits. Me? I have zero fashion sense. I just wear whatever's around.
That's why I have tracksuits in every color.
I sidled up quietly and gazed at Romi intently. She looked up from placing the chopsticks and sighed boredly.
"Help if you're gonna, or—mmph!"
"Mmm."
"Wha—mmph♥"
I kissed Romi. A sweet feminine scent wafted up, and soon I parted her lips, slipping my tongue inside. This wasn't driven by lust—just a normal kiss.
Feels good. Really good.
My heart pounded harder, and her lips tasted sweeter. Like confirming each other's presence, our tongues rubbed endlessly against one another.
"Haa, fuu."
"Ngh, what the hell? Pervert♡"
"Just... you looked pretty. Can't I?"
I tilted my head playfully. Romi laughed in exasperation but leaned into me slightly—she wasn't hating it. Like a real cat.
"We'll get caught like this."
"I know. That's why."
That's why I'll steal all their hearts so it won't be a problem.
I groped her ass. It jiggled tautly in my grip. So firm♡ Romi flinched but didn't pull away. Meaning she liked it. She even gently stroked my crotch with her hand. Familiar, natural motions.
So this is how you lead with women.
Like learning MMA from scratch. I was figuring it out step by step. The thrill of discovery made it even more fun. I rubbed my cheek against hers, savoring her scent.
Always so fragrant. Like a peach-scented kitten.
Romi gazed at me dreamily, stroking my cheek. Then she pulled back carefully and shook her head.
"They're coming down soon."
"Got it."
We finished setting the table together. Breakfast was ready. As we sat, Yu-jin and So-na came down.
"Oh, you two are already here? Let's eat!"
"Whoa, my favorite—braised beef!"
We ate as a family. No need to force the conversation; everyone chatted and laughed warmly. A harmonious, happy home.
The ideal form, minus the one blemish: Dad.
I wanted to keep this forever. Even as I ate calmly, my eyes drifted to Romi unbidden. She met them—maybe feeling the same.
Was eating with family always this happy?
I briefly recalled the old days with my real mom. Yeah, back then—before I knew about adult drama and filth. But not anymore. Time to paint the past over reality.
I can do it. Let's try.
As I smirked, Romi stuck out her tongue from across the table. She pulled her top forward, flashing inside. No bra. Even her nipples had some patch on them.
What's with her? Teasing me!
I kept eating steadily. Yu-jin scooped some kimchi stew and asked So-na,
"So-na, do the clothes fit?"
"Yeah, Mom. Worth the price, hehe."
"Still, don't spend too much. As long as they fit and keep you warm."
"Of course! Hehe."
So-na glanced at me slyly. I tilted my head. Did I look weird? She turned to me with a soft voice.
"Si-hyeok looks happy lately."
"Huh, wha?"
"Your face just says it. Hehe."
"Oh, sparring's been going well."
I mumbled an excuse and buried my face in my food. I heard Romi stifle a laugh but didn't look. Then a strange sensation on my leg. Looking down, Romi was stroking it with her foot.
Damn, she's bold. Even with the risk of getting caught.
I chuckled dryly and hooked my foot back. Our bare feet intertwined, gripping like fingers. Rubbing soles softly.
Still turns me on. Is this what dating's like?
Secret dating, at that. I finished eating amid Romi's affectionate teasing.
Everyone headed upstairs.
Alright then.
I showered, brushed my teeth, stretched lightly. After drying off, I changed in my room. Time to hunt today.
This one.
Gray tracksuit, gray mask. Before bed, I'd checked Romi's info. My phone was packed with notes.
Let's bag one today.
A guy called Knife-hand. Name: Ji-ho. Third-in-command in Kang Ji-hoon's crew, but a real blade expert, apparently. I snickered.
How much of a pussy do you have to be to use a knife over fists? Like a mobster cliché.
Still, I respected not caring about methods to win. Victory's like that. Life's real combat, and street fights aren't pure MMA.
I shook out my mask and headed down. Time to deploy.
Let's make some rice cakes.
Heading to the door, Romi approached from the living room, TV on. Her face was a bit dark.
"You going?"
"Yeah."
"If I pushed you too hard..."
"Nah. I've beaten knife guys before. Don't worry."
Romi nodded reluctantly. I patted her head. Why worry now? Adorable. She tiptoed up and kissed me.
"Come back safe, loser♥"
"Will do. Wait for me."
I stroked her cheek and stepped out. Breathing the street air felt good. Leaving with a beauty's genuine concern.
Like a knight sent off by his lady.
But it had to be done. No more dirty hands reaching for Romi.
I headed to the subway. Destination: Wolye. On the train, I closed my eyes, shaking my mask.
Things are changing bit by bit. My life used to be grayscale.
Truth is, it started when I learned the women's secrets—and bonds formed from there.
As I went to put my mask back on, someone approached.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"You're my type. Can we exchange numbers?"
A well-put-together woman. Old me would've suspected a cult. She's alone. Well, cults do solo sometimes. I shook my head silently.
"Sorry. Got a girlfriend."
"Oh, okay. No worries. Haha."
She eyed me regretfully before backing off. I've got Romi. Soon Yu-jin and So-na too. I sighed shortly and masked up.
If it were after conquering all the women at home, I'd consider it.
Love really changes you, huh. Wolye Station. I got off and exited.
Whereabouts?
Checked my phone. Romi was sending live updates. Spot appeared. There with Hee-joo.
Okay, time for some romance.
I scanned for no CCTV, stuck to back alleys. Deeper in, the spot: a rundown first-floor shop like ruins.
No business this hour, just hanging.
Hee-joo and Ji-ho sat at a plastic table. I approached silently, laughing inwardly. Showtime.
"Wow, you're gorgeous. Wanna hang with me?"
"Y-Yes?"
Hee-joo recognized me, eyes widening in shock. Ji-ho glanced up, smirked, back to his phone. Got it.
Ignoring me? Not public property. Makes sense—she's a virgin, right?
Time to provoke. Confirmed no CCTV nearby, and inside a building. Grabbed Hee-joo's wrist, pulled her aside so she wouldn't interfere.
"What's with him? Boyfriend?"
"Uh? That's..."
"Whoa, looks like even hard he'd be invisible. Total gay vibe."
Atmosphere froze. Provoked Ji-ho ground his teeth and stood.
"Fuckin' punk, what'd you say?"
"Oh, sorry! Hit a nerve. Get surgery later to grow it. You'll make money, right?"
"You fuckin' die!"
He whipped out a knife instantly. Stereotypical thugs. Slight prod and they commit crimes—lust byproducts. Worlds apart from normals.
Drag, thud! I kicked the plastic table into his gut. He staggered. I slid forward, hooked his jaw.
"Gahk!"
"Dumbass, pull a knife just 'cause I teased? Not some Southeast punk."
Kicked the knife from his hand, grabbed his hair. Grinned and unleashed knee strikes to his face. Thud, thud, thud, smack!
Panting briefly. Switch rhythm.
"Round two!"
Thud, thud, smack, smack, crunch! Knees till his nose might break. Looked down: Ji-ho out cold, comical mess. Explosive breaths from deep lungs. Scary against weaklings, now pure innocence.
Flung him aside, heel-hooked his ankle—snap.
"Whew, Hee-joo, right?"
"Y-Yes. Uh."
"You went to the bathroom nearby when this happened. Got it?"
"Huh? Oh, yes!"
"Good girl. Made it easy thanks to you."
One left: Kang Ji-hoon. Wanted to sweep them all, but this piecemeal felt good. Thrilling, breaking bad guys utterly.
"Th-Thank you so much."
"Thanks? I'm more grateful."
"Heh, hehe."
"You I can really trust, right?"
This and that are separate. She could backstab suddenly. Street-smart types always do.
As I stared intently, Hee-joo panicked.
"Y-Yes? No, wait."
"Prove it."
"Prove? P-Prove. Oh, yes. Anything! Whatever!"
Anything. What a charming spell. She said anything. Her eyes on me were fine too.
"Yeah, that's what I wanted. Now I can trust you."
"Heh, hehe."
Praised her more, stroked her head. Despite the fear, her cheeks flushed.
Huh, what's this? Masochist?
Idea hit. Make her fully dependent? She's clinging for survival, loyal already. Total reliance would be better.
So she'll never leave, no matter what I do.
Like turning rape into love. Slowly removed my mask. Tested with a kiss first.
"Mmm."
"Mmph? Mmmph, ngh♡"
She squirmed briefly, then leaned in calmly. Confirmed. She submits to greater power. Realistic, wise girl.
Perfect, usable. Needs training. Repay her crimes with her body.
Ended the kiss, whispered.
"Hey. Wanna get fucked?"
"P-Pardon?"
Curious about sex. With coercion added? Her eyes shook. I smiled softly.
"Yes, p-please be gentle!"
Good, your wish. Brace yourself.