To Deal with a Crazy Bitch, You Have to Become a Crazy Bastard (2)
“……What?”
Seoyeon stared at the cup thrust back toward her, blinking in open confusion.
She’d probably expected one of two reactions from me. Either I’d obediently drink it, or I’d dig in my heels and refuse all over again.
Instead, I started doing something that fit neither option.
To deal with a crazy bitch, you have to become a crazy bastard.
“Drink it.”
I closed the distance by another step. Seoyeon immediately took one back.
She was buying it.
“………….”
I’d steeled myself for this, but the whole act still felt awkward as hell. The hand holding the cup out to her trembled, just a little.
Seoyeon watched me for a long moment, then caught sight of that shaking hand and let out a short, amused snort. She’d noticed I was nervous.
“……Fine.”
She took the cup from me, knocked the whole thing back in one go, and set it down on the dining table with a sharp clack. Then she folded her arms and looked up at me, as if to say, Well? Now what?
……I didn’t see that coming.
Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to go along with it. I’d figured if I pushed hard enough, she’d be the one to back down. Step by step, I’d planned to claw the initiative away from her.
What the hell was I supposed to do next?
“So? I drank it. And?”
Watching me flounder, Seoyeon recovered her swagger in an instant. She dropped into a chair at the table, crossed her legs, and fixed me with a look. Then she uncrossed her arms, propped her elbows on the table, rested her chin in her hands, and gazed up at me with a languid, sultry smile.
“What are you going to do now? Hmm?”
She stretched out one crossed leg and nudged my shin with the tip of her foot, light and teasing.
“I’m asking you. What now……?”
She rose and came toward me while I stood there frozen solid, unable to move, just staring blankly. Her hands roamed over my body as she leaned in and whispered against my ear—and something inside me started to boil over.
“Hmm? What should you— Kyaah!”
I seized the arm that had been sliding toward my lower half and hauled her into the bedroom. She stumbled after me, half-dragged, and went sprawling onto the bed under the force of it.
“Wh-what are you— mmph!”
I clamped a hand over her mouth before she could finish the sentence.
“Quiet…… now…… okay?”
That was one of our rules, after all.
A handful of rules that had taken root in our daily life. The person who accepted the cup and drank from it didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Didn’t do a thing.
Seoyeon’s eyes, which had been glaring daggers at me, gradually lost their fire. The thrashing that had said go ahead, try it slowly stilled.
“……….”
I lifted my hand from her mouth. Seoyeon settled obediently onto her back on the bed.
My mind went white all over again. Moments earlier, some nameless surge of feeling had driven me into action without thinking—but the second I calmed down even a little, my thoughts locked up completely.
“……….”
When I still didn’t move, Seoyeon’s gaze began to shift. If I stayed like this, we’d be stuck in place forever.
Just…… just give her back exactly what she did to me……
I had no intention of going further than that. I didn’t want to. I was only going to pay her back, measure for measure, for everything she’d put me through.
“When are you going to— mmph!”
The instant I made up my mind and started to move, Seoyeon couldn’t wait another second—she tried to sit up and get a word in. My hand stopped her again.
“Stay still.”
Only then did she lie back down, eyes full of pure resentment.
……….
I steadied myself and looked down at her, lying there so obediently. Even the glare that said she hated every second of this was, honestly, beautiful.
How had a girl this pretty ended up with thoughts this twisted?
“Be good. Don’t say a word. Don’t do anything. Got it?”
“……….”
With a face that made it clear she hated every bit of this, Seoyeon had no choice but to nod. Watching her, I began to move—slow, careful.
Exactly the way she had done it to me.
Piece by piece, I peeled her clothes away.
My heart hammered. Even breathing, even swallowing, felt strange and clumsy. I worked her clothes off with careful hands until, before I quite realized it, she lay naked on the bed.
Until now, I had never been the one to touch her first.
“……….”
I reached out and closed my hand around one soft breast in a single firm grip.
“Hnnn……!”
A moan slipped from her lips—she clearly hadn’t believed I would actually go this far. I’d been so focused on getting her clothes off that I hadn’t looked at her face. When I turned toward the sound, I found her covering her mouth with one hand and hiding her face with the other.
I wanted to see.
What expression was she wearing right now? That same girl who’d been so full of herself, so brazen, only minutes ago—what did she look like now?
“Move your hand.”
“……….”
Seoyeon shook her head hard, refusing. I reached out slowly and pulled her hand away from her face.
“N-no……!”
Underneath was Seoyeon, face flushed scarlet, desperately trying to turn her head away. Until now she’d only ever tormented me—now that the tables had turned, she was so embarrassed and mortified she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Something inside me surged up hard at the sight.
“Hands. Keep them where they are.”
“……….”
“Answer me.”
“Hyaah……! Y-yes! Yes! Yes!”
When she only shook her head in silence, I pinched her nipple hard—and a moan and an answer both burst out of her on pure reflex. Watching her face as she answered, voice thick and almost teary, I thought I finally understood what this feeling was.
Exhilaration. Pleasure. Arousal. All of it, swirling together.
Every little reaction she gave to each touch of my hand made the emotions inside me boil hotter.
“H-haaah……!”
Slowly.
I trailed my fingertips from her throat downward in a light, grazing path. The closer I got to her chest, the sharper her reactions became. I could feel her whole body trembling under my fingers.
But……
“You’re not supposed to make noise, right? Hmm?”
“H-hnnn……!”
Our rules never said she was allowed to make sounds. She was supposed to lie there as if asleep. No movement. No sound.
Seoyeon finally clamped her mouth shut and started fighting down even the moans that kept trying to escape. I knew it wouldn’t last long.
But still……
Her reactions were way too much fun.
My hand reached her breast and brushed, feather-light, over the pink nipple standing stiff at the center.
“………!”
She bit down hard on her lip, barely holding back the sound that wanted to break free, and her trembling grew even more violent. Her hands scrabbled across the sheets, clutching fistfuls of the blanket as she endured it.
Every single one of those reactions was ridiculously entertaining.
Ah.
Was this why Seoyeon had been tormenting me all this time?
She’d known about this and kept it all to herself.
Anger started to rise.
She’d been the only one enjoying it. She’d kept this pleasure for herself alone.
“………!”
That sense of betrayal began to show in what I did. I scraped my nails around her nipple, teasing and tormenting the skin, then pinched the nipple itself and yanked it hard.
“U-uhh…… hyaaaaah! S-stop! Stoooop!”
Seoyeon had been biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, holding every sound in—until she finally couldn’t take it and cried out. The sound snapped me out of whatever had taken over; my reason came flooding back.
“Haa…… haa…… haa……!”
The moment I let go, Seoyeon started gasping for air. Looking down at her sprawled across the bed, completely disheveled, breathing hard—the reason that had just returned started to slip away all over again.
“W-wait…… not yet……!”
“……….”
“……….”
I reached for her breast again, and Seoyeon cried out in a panic. When I lifted my head and fixed her with a hard stare, the mouth that had been about to shout something snapped shut.
Still straddling her, I slowly shifted my body lower. The hand on her breast followed, sliding down. Past the underside of her breast, fingertips tracing around her navel.
“………h-hnnn……!”
Even as she fought to hold them in, little moans kept breaking free. The lower my hand went, the worse the trembling got. Past her lower belly, I moved to her tightly closed thighs.
I tried to ease her legs apart, but Seoyeon locked them with every bit of strength she had, blocking me.
“Relax.”
“H-Hajun, w-wait……!”
“……….”
“……….”
I said nothing—just looked at her. Slowly, the tension in her legs gave way. Her thighs parted, and the pink slit she’d been hiding came into view.
Slowly.
The same way I’d done everything so far.
I stroked the insides of her thighs, working my way inward.
“Haa…… haa…… haaa……!”
Seoyeon’s breathing grew rougher by the second. The trembling in her body wasn’t just something I could feel under my hands anymore—it was visible to the naked eye.
Those reactions put more bad ideas in my head.
This was this much fun.
This felt this good.
And she’d been doing it alone?
Something small and swollen stood out at the top of that pink pussy. I’d noticed before that she liked it when I touched her there.
If you like it that much…… I’ll make you feel even better.
I reached out. With my middle finger I flicked that little jutting bud hard enough to make an audible snap.
“…………!”
Her hips jerked up off the bed in a single violent arch, pussy tilting toward the ceiling.
—Shiiiiisss.
“H-hiii…… heh, heheh…….”
A rush of wetness spilled out of her. Seoyeon lay sprawled across the bed with her face completely slack, utterly undone—and of every expression I’d ever seen on her, this one was the most beautiful of all.