#7 I Picked Up a Bitch at School (1)
The semester began, and I took the subway to school. It was about a thirty-minute ride from my house to Korea University. Under normal circumstances, I would have killed time by scrolling through news or watching YouTube on my phone, but today, I spent the time observing the desires floating above the heads of the people around me.
People suffering from sleep deprivation. Someone desperate to pee who wants to get off early. Someone hungry, waiting for lunch. Even a lunatic staring at a woman's backside with a throbbing cock... Just by glancing around for a moment, a diverse array of desires poured out. No matter how I think about it, the ability to see the desires of others is a power bordering on a scam. Isn't it the perfect ability for a con artist? As I lost myself in these thoughts, I arrived at school before I knew it.
I entered the Korea University Business School building, where I would be spending the next four years, and searched for my first lecture hall. When I walked into Room 305, it was still a bit early, so only about twenty students were scattered here and there. Since I hadn't attended the orientation and didn't know anyone, I went to a seat in the back by the window to people-watch. It was the designated seat for a loner... The students' gazes flickered toward me for a moment before turning away. Some were already forming groups of two or three, chatting away as if they were already close, while those who couldn't were sitting awkwardly, looking around and reading the room.
As time passed, the seats filled up one by one. Just as the empty spots were nearly gone, a middle-aged male professor walked in, and the first lecture began. "Nice to meet you! ...blah... blah...." The first lecture for a core major, Accounting, began, followed by an introduction to the subject. Even while listening to the lecture, I frequently turned my eyes to scan the desires floating above the students' heads. Most were related to the class since they were busy listening.
Expecting to meet a Master... Wait, what? Master? Bitch? "What the hell is wrong with her?" I had discovered someone interesting. It was a slightly different direction from the expectations I had for college life yesterday, but... "A bitch looking for a Master! This might be more fun than I thought..." Seeing the word bitch reminded me of a BDSM personality test I had taken in the past. The result showed that I had a strong "Owner" personality, wanting to possess the other person strongly, and a "Dominant" (Dom) personality, wanting to command and control them. The reason I wanted to possess my aunt so strongly must have been a manifestation of this personality of mine. Anyway, it wouldn't be bad to try raising a bitch who appeared before me on the first day of school.
From the end of the first class, through lunch, and through another major course until the end of the day, I observed her. She was a woman with medium-length hair reaching her shoulders, with bangs covering her eyes, giving off a slightly gloomy vibe. Her name was Park Minyoung. She had a petite frame of about 160cm and slightly hunched shoulders. Her eyes, revealed from time to time, were large with slightly drooping corners, making her quite pretty, though she seemed to have a timid personality. Although hidden by a loose t-shirt, her breasts were quite voluminous for her height, making it hard to hide their presence. I wondered if she hunched her shoulders because of those large breasts. Her pelvis was also quite large, matching her breasts, and she looked like she would have a good feel to her despite her height. Having been near her like that all day, our eyes met several times, and each time, I stared straight at her, imprinting my existence upon her. She had her bangs covering her eyes, but every time she met my gaze, I could see her pupils tremble before she looked away.
Since it was the first day of school, I had been notified in advance that there would be a welcome party. I originally had no intention of attending, but thanks to the bitch I discovered today, I changed my plans. I figured there would be an opportunity if we were drinking.
The pub, packed with nearly 60 people, was noisy enough to be dizzying. The timid bitch, Park Minyoung, naturally took a seat in a corner where people's gazes didn't reach easily. I, who didn't like noisy places either, pretended not to notice and sat at the same table, directly opposite her. A guy who looked gentle and whom I was seeing for the first time, and a female senior, took seats next to Park Minyoung. It seemed the purpose was for seniors to interject here and there to break the awkward atmosphere and build friendships. The female senior looked at the guy next to me and initiated the conversation first.
"Ah, I remember seeing you at the orientation. Your name was... um... what was it?"
"Yes. It's Kim Seongho."
"Right. That's it, Seongho."
She slyly induced him to say his name while pretending she didn't know. "But these two are new faces. Did you two not attend the orientation?"
"Yes..."
"Yes. I had some family business."
Park Minyoung answered barely audibly, and I just spat out a random excuse. "I see. Well, we can just get close from now on! Come on, everyone take a glass. I'm Baek Jiyeon, a sophomore."
"I'm Kang Taejin."
"I'm Park Minyoung."
The glasses were filled one by one, and the senior shouted for a one-shot. "Everyone, the first glass is a one-shot. Cheers!"
Park Minyoung, perhaps because it was her first time drinking, winced after downing the shot of soju. "Ugh..."
I calmly downed my glass and set it down. "Taejin, you drink well..."
"I drink as much as the next guy."
"But did you work out? Your body is amazing... Wow! It's solid..." As she said that, she slyly stroked my forearm. At the senior's words, I could see Park Minyoung's gaze sweeping over my body as well.
"Yes. I've done some martial arts and a few other things."
"Really? Then you must be good at fighting too?"
"Yes. Well, I don't go around getting beaten up, but I'm not at the age to go around fighting anymore."
"Even so, it's reassuring. To have you by my side..."
Kim Seongho, sitting next to me, hunched his shoulders slightly, and Park Minyoung, sitting opposite me, had a bit more expectation in her eyes toward me. Park Minyoung and Kim Seongho barely spoke, and the senior mainly talked to me as the drinking session continued. In fact, for a long time, above Baek Jiyeon's head, it had been saying, [Such a treasure was hidden here... Should I try to seduce him?], and she was drooling over me. Park Minyoung was suffering internally, thinking, [How wonderful would it be if a man like that were my Master?]. Neither of them had any interest in Kim Seongho sitting next to them, and he was grumbling to himself, [I hate this kind of gathering. I want to go home and play games.] Baek Jiyeon was also not a bad woman, with a cute face, a slim figure, and an easygoing personality, but since my interest was currently on the bitch in front of me, I was just treating her calmly for now. If I set my mind to it, I could devour her, so was there any need to rush? Watching their inner thoughts, I waited leisurely for the situation I desired to arrive.
As the voices of the people who had gotten drunk grew louder, and the empty soju bottles on the table exceeded six, the opportunity arrived. Kim Seongho went outside to smoke, and Baek Jiyeon left her seat, saying she was going to the bathroom. I spoke to Park Minyoung in front of me for the first time.
"You drink better than I thought?"
"Ah... I'm a little dizzy, though... I don't think I should drink anymore."
"Is that so? I'm getting a bit bored too, shall we leave?"
"Is that okay?"
"We can just tell Seongho and go."
"O-okay. Let's do that."
"When we go out, pretend you're a bit drunk. It'll be easier to talk..."
"Okay."
So, after telling Seongho that she was drunk and leaving first, we slipped out of the party. We stopped by a nearby convenience store, bought hangover cures, and drank them one by one. I wasn't really drunk, but I bought one for Park Minyoung, drank one myself, and sat at a table in front of the convenience store to talk for a while.
"Where do you live?"
"Huh? Ah. It's about a 20-minute walk from here."
She answered hurriedly, as if her mind, which had been blank from my sudden question, was returning.
"Family?"
"I live with just my mom. My dad passed away from cancer four years ago."
"Ah. That must have been hard."
"It was really hard at first, but I'm okay now. It's been quite a while..."
At the mention of her father passing away, my heart, which had been trying to approach her lightly, grew a little heavier. Having lost both my parents, I knew the magnitude of that sorrow too well to just brush it off. Still, there was no need to get too serious. I wasn't trying to be a Master who would easily discard a bitch once I got tired of raising her, but rather one who would raise her with more affection.
"Your mother must be having a hard time?"
"Yeah. I suppose so."
"I also lost both my parents in an accident three years ago, and now I live with just my aunt."
"Ah...!" She had an expression of not knowing what to say.
"You don't have to make that face. Like you said, quite a bit of time has passed, and my aunt is a really good person, so it hasn't been that hard."
"Still, it doesn't mean it's not hard..."
I regretted mentioning my family history immediately after saying it without thinking. There was no need to say things I didn't have to, and no need for us to have emotional depth... Our relationship would be one where she, as a bitch, would gain happiness by dedicating everything to her Master and serving him, and I would gain satisfaction by possessing and controlling her. There would be no help in the bitch having sympathy for her Master... So, I stood up, shaking off my seat, and quickly changed the subject.
"Let's go. To your house..."
"Yeah. Huh? My house? B-but my mom is there right now...?"
"What are you thinking right now? I'm just saying I'd walk you home..."
"Huh? Ah..."
"Why? Were you going to introduce me to your mother?"
"No. That, that's not it... Ha-eu..."
She was cute for jumping to conclusions and being embarrassed to death, so I teased her once more before heading toward her house. As she said, after walking for about 20 minutes, we arrived in front of her house. It was a two-story house located in a residential area a little away from the main road. It seemed their family situation wasn't that difficult before her father passed away. Arriving in front of the house, I stopped for a moment and looked at her. Finally, the time to achieve my goal had come.
"Park Minyoung!"
She flinched at my voice, which was lower than before, and looked at me. "Come over here and stand against the wall."
Feeling intimidated by my changed atmosphere, she followed my words and stood against the wall next to the gate. It was a location slightly out of the range of the streetlight, a bit dark, but there was no problem with visibility. "From now on, don't move at all until I tell you you can move!"
"Don't even speak..."
"Put your hands behind your waist and stand at attention."
"Spread your legs wider."
Even while losing her mind at my continuous commands, her bitch instinct kicked in, and she obediently followed them. However, she couldn't hide her panicked eyes, which were shaking wildly.
"Don't look away, look straight into my eyes."
I brushed away the bangs she kept trying to cover her eyes with, ensuring her large, beautiful eyes were well-exposed. Those trembling pupils looking at me gave me even greater satisfaction.