Chapter 51
Chapter 51
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Group Assignment (4)
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From the moment Kim Jinwoo ordered her to wait.
Han Chae-ah found the group assignment enjoyable.
Just a moment ago, she'd been pissed.
Frustrated with Kim Jinwoo, who had seemed utterly disinterested in her.
But now that she knew otherwise, her mind eased.
'What a relief.'
She needed Kim Jinwoo.
Of course.
He was the only one who could turn her into a bad girl.
The "goodness" he talked about was nothing like the conventional goodness she knew.
Bad pervert.
By his side, she could become a bad pervert freely, without a care.
Because he was a pervert too.
Not only did he rudely sexually harass her.
He was the type of guy who could rape her on the spot and it wouldn't seem out of place.
Of course, he always restrained himself at crucial moments and toed the line.
Even so, he was undeniably a bad pervert.
That's why she felt relieved.
For no other reason.
While working on the assignment, she stole a glance at Kim Jinwoo.
His figure handling the final cleanup.
Honestly.
It was unexpected.
The fact that he studied well enough for Professor Choi Ik-hyeon to favor him.
The way he stayed silent from start to finish once focused.
And how he properly analyzed the principles she couldn't solve, even adding extra interpretations.
It was a side of Kim Jinwoo completely unlike anything she'd seen before.
'He studies better than I thought.'
She was a bit shocked by the massive gap from his usual self.
It was comfortable.
All she had to do was unpack the materials she'd brought and send them to him.
He handled nearly everything else.
In the middle.
"Chae-ah, what do you think about this part?"
He did ask.
But she hadn't done much.
Han Chae-ah stared blatantly at Kim Jinwoo as he wrapped up the assignment.
A posture that ignored her no matter how hard she stared.
'So he makes that face when he's focused.'
It was utterly different from when he teased her.
And completely unlike when he made lewd jokes.
Like he'd become a different person entirely.
He glared at the report until the very end.
Thump thump.
'Why... why is this happening?'
Did my heart just skip from seeing that?
He wasn't even making any dirty jokes?
Did I get excited from that fierce face?
Han Chae-ah swallowed hard.
She wanted to deny the excitement.
But.
Thump thump thump.
Her heart was racing even now.
Like it might burst any second.
Am I really losing it?
'Jinwoo sunbae is a total bad pervert.'
How much had he sexually harassed her up to now?
Sexual harassment came more naturally to him than anyone.
If she got genuinely excited for a guy like that, danger was obvious.
He was the type who could toy with a girl's feelings endlessly if she liked him.
The type who could make her do anything lewd using those feelings.
-Suck it.
-Your cock-sucking face is fucking hot.
-You like cock that much?
-I'll film and send it.
Yeah.
Just like what she'd endured.
Just imagining him harassing her made her breath ragged.
'Imagining getting raped never felt like this......'
Imagining being grabbed by a man and pounded relentlessly.
That was the fantasy she'd habitually used to relieve stress.
The weight of being a good girl.
The only escape from everything that always constricted her.
In her imagination, she was free.
She could be a bad girl.
Even if not by her own will.
Dark alley.
Or an empty classroom.
Or some bathroom.
Grabbed by a stranger or a scary man, clothes forcibly stripped, crying and resisting but ultimately submitting to overwhelming power and getting violated.
She who'd always been a good girl.
She who'd kept her purity.
She who didn't even know masturbation.
Imagining losing her purity and virginity.
No, don't. Stop.
Imagining herself struggling to escape to stay a good girl.
The imaginary being forcibly raping her.
In that fantasy, she was the "victim."
Not because she wanted it.
She was forced.
So Han Chae-ah could remain a "good girl."
Such fantasies didn't happen in reality.
Cowardly escape.
Irresponsible pleasure.
That was why she'd indulged in rape fantasies until now.
If forcibly violated and lost her virginity, she wouldn't mind becoming a bad girl.
She'd used those fantasies as an outlet for pent-up frustration.
The slight liberation she felt then.
That liberation kept her from quitting.
But.
Just staring at Kim Jinwoo now hit her heart harder than any fantasy.
At some point.
The face of her imaginary rapist had grown clearer.
Dark alley.
Or empty classroom.
Or some bathroom.
The partner, once a vague stranger or scary man.
-Strip, bitch.
-Don't you want to get fucked like this?
-Fucking huge tits.
Had become Kim Jinwoo more often.
But fantasies with him differed wildly from her old ones.
He never forcibly pounced.
Instead, he backed Han Chae-ah to the edge.
-Do it yourself.
-Spread with your hands, say it with your mouth.
In the new fantasies, he wouldn't let her play victim.
He turned her into a thorough "accomplice"—no, a "leading pervert."
Just like in reality.
Not forced, but making her want it, lower her own panties, snap the photos.
Humiliating enough to die, yet that shame thrillingly melted her brain.
'That's why he's even more pervy... and hot.'
The fantasy rapist only ravaged her body, but Kim Jinwoo stripped her soul bare.
Dragged out the lewd nature hidden inside, shoved it in her face.
-This is the real you.
-The you in this photo, stripping yourself to flash your undies like a slut—that's the real you.
-Perverted bitch.
-You're excited right now. Imagining how you'll get it.
She could almost hear it.
Han Chae-ah sneaked another peek at his side profile as he stared back at the monitor.
Because she'd waited alone, anticipating?
Cold, intellectual gaze.
Unbelievable sharpness from the guy who'd sent her filthy DMs moments ago.
That gaze looked way hotter.
She wished he'd despise her with it.
-Don't play good girl. Bitches like you need handling like this.
Grab her hair while saying it, force her bent over the desk.
Rip her stockings, eye the red panties she agonized over.
Make her realize again: Yeonsung's goddess is really a pervert bitch craving humiliation.
"Ugh......"
Just the thought made her thighs quiver, lower belly soaking.
Torment me.
Harder. More shamefully.
Break me so I can't fake "good girl" ever again.
Her fingers twitched, breath heaving.
"Done."
Then Kim Jinwoo snapped his laptop shut.
"Huh?"
"Data's all organized. Let's go."
His gaze shifted to her.
The intellectual glint vanished, replaced by a predator's gleam on prey.
"Bored waiting?"
"Su-Sunbae... Th-Then, he-here... ri-right now...?"
Doesn't seem doable here.
Too many eyes.
Even for her, this was...
"Perverted imaginations really are something else."
"N-No, not a pervert."
Her voice lacked power.
As if.
It was as good as admitting she wanted it fast.
"Not here. Told you last time—no sharing your slutty side."
Why did that thrill her again?
Nothing special.
Just possessive boasting.
"So quit those naughty thoughts."
"...Th-Then where?"
"Karaoke."
"Ka-Karaoke?"
"Yeah. Brain-fried on group work—time to destress at coin karaoke."
Why the slight disappointment at "karaoke"?
A nicer spot had popped into her head.
'Not heading home, huh.'
A touch disappointing.
She was shocked at herself for feeling it.
Kim Jinwoo smirked at her, digging into his bag.
"Before we go."
"?"
"Put this down there and come back."
Han Chae-ah bit her lip at the item he handed over.
Ah.
See?
Sunbae anticipated this.
Otherwise.
"This is..."
No way he'd prepped a rotor.
Pink rotor.
Kim Jinwoo's gift: a woman's vibrator.
Face burning, she eyed Jinwoo.
His breathing rougher than before.
Yup.
Sunbae's a pervert too.
"Got it."
She dashed to the bathroom.
The only one to match her pervert sunbae's filthy desires?
Me.
The first time I saw a Han Chae-ah exclusive feature unlock, I immediately pictured the play we'd do.
Humiliation play.
Watching her tremble, desperately holding back moans— it'd be a blast.
Han Chae-ah was a masochist who craved her own torment more than anyone.
Rape fantasies.
The urge to shed her good girl complex.
Packing cute undies specially today? Her deep desires made it possible.
I'd even teased her agonizingly on purpose.
For a pervert slut who'd gotten wet herself and snapped panty pics—what play fit best?
I pondered briefly.
And then.
[Pitch, Rhythm, and Moans - Han Chae-ah Exclusive Quest]
📍 Description: A good (perverted) girl must sing flawlessly—even as her lower mouth soaks. Lure her upper mouth into clear song.
⏰ Tip: Balance the good girl and bad slut.
🎁 Advice: Call out her contradictory urges.
A pink rotor had appeared in my bag.
Something that hadn't been there before.
Sensitivity-boosting rotor.
Han Chae-ah would die happy.
I admired it instantly.
Her blissful face with it in her pussy was crystal clear.
So I handed it over right after finishing the assignment.
"Put it in and come back," I ordered.
"...Got it."
She obeyed like a lamb.
Unfamiliar intrusion?
She emerged from the bathroom with awkward steps.
Our eyes met—I hit the switch.
Then.
"Hngh!!"
Her body shuddered violently, fists clenching tight.
She glared daggers.
Brief eye contact—I smirked, stood, and packed up.
"Let's go. It's what you wanted."
"......"
"Can't wait to see how slutty you get by karaoke."
"Pervert."
"Report every pulse. No sneaking solo."
Lip caught lightly between her teeth, Han Chae-ah nodded.