To Deal with a Crazy Bitch, You Have to Become a Crazy Bastard (3)
“Hah… hah…”
After trembling for a long while with her ass still raised in the air, Seoyeon finally seemed to settle. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, letting out a long breath. The bed was damp where the clear fluids from her pussy had soaked into the sheets just moments before.
I ran my hand over her body again.
“H-hiit…!”
Still hypersensitive from climaxing, she jerked and clamped her thighs shut the second I so much as brushed the inside of them, trapping my hand between her legs. I gave her thigh a sharp slap with my palm, ordering her open — but she showed no sign of spreading them.
“……”
“H-Hajun… n-not right now…”
“Quiet. Shut your mouth. Relax.”
“H-Hajun…!”
I ignored whatever frantic thing she was trying to say and forced her legs apart with raw strength. Her pink pussy came into view, glistening and slick with her own juices.
I remembered not long ago, when she’d shoved her ass into my face and ordered me to lick. She’d loved it then…
How about now?
“Th-that’s n-no—! W-wait! H-Hajun…!”
As my body slid lower and my face drew closer to her pussy, Seoyeon twisted and writhed, trying to escape. I locked both arms around her thighs and closed the distance in an instant until I was right in front of her.
I looked up. Seoyeon was staring down at me, eyes wide. I gave her a little smile with my eyes.
You sucked me off, didn’t you…?
I opened my mouth and moved my head. The moment my lips met her soaked pussy—
“…………!”
Her hips started bucking all over again. I slid my arms under her back and wrapped them around her waist, pinning her so she couldn’t thrash free. The second I released her thighs, they clamped hard around my face — but no matter how much she squirmed and struggled, she was already past the point of stopping me.
“H-hwaaah! S-stop! Stop iiiit!”
The same way Seoyeon had toyed with my cock, the same way she’d forced kisses on me — I pressed my mouth to her pussy and worked my tongue over every inch of her. She was already responding beautifully, but every time my tongue grazed a particular spot, a sharp tremor ran through her body.
I sealed my lips around the little bud standing out above her folds and focused my tongue there.
“Hyaaah! N-nooo! No! Stop! Stooop!”
She shoved at my head; I ignored her hands and tightened the arm around her waist, locking her in place. I kept working her clit while she screamed for me to stop.
“…………!”
She somehow overpowered me for a second and jerked her hips up high. Something shot from her pussy straight into my mouth. For a split second I thought she’d pissed herself — but there was no taste to it at all. I swallowed the juices that had flooded my mouth without thinking, then pulled my face away to take in the sight of her.
“Heeh… heuung…”
Seoyeon lay sprawled across the bed, twitching and trembling in little spasms. Looking at her like that, I finally understood the nameless feeling that had been sitting in my chest.
Exhilaration.
The sight of her completely wrecked filled me with pure, electric thrill.
“……”
When I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted me… is something I would never say. It was the same old view of my own room, same as always.
Last night I’d tormented Seoyeon all day long and fallen asleep right beside her. I looked around — no sign of her. She was nowhere in the house. No idea when she’d left.
Good riddance, honestly. I still wasn’t quite ready to look her in the face. Last night I’d lost a bit of my reason.
Did I regret it, though? Not a chance.
Regret? Please.
If anything, I felt lighter. Our relationship was already past the point of going back. Which meant from now on, Seoyeon wouldn’t be the one calling the shots — I would.
Still… we’ll end up doing it eventually, right…?
Sex. Last night, just watching her cry out had been enough — but the acts were only going to get more intense from here.
Ah, fuck it…
I didn’t want to keep stewing over this. Thinking about it never produced an answer anyway.
Before that, though…
I reached for my phone and opened the community board where I’d posted that advice thread last time.
Most of them were just screwing around, but there had been people who’d actually helped me. Sure, a lot of the comments were along the lines of “this is pathetic,” “what a useless man,” “he’s too much of a loser to take what’s being handed to him” — but they’d still been useful. So I’d posted a thank-you.
Among them, a few comments had stuck with me.
Since when does some bitch try to fuck a man?
That line had burned itself into my brain. I’d nearly blurted it straight at Seoyeon at one point just because it popped into my head.
“These people are actually insane.”
What kind of worldview was that in this day and age? I shook my head.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
I was still lying in bed reading comments when the doorbell rang. Who the hell shows up this early? I checked the clock — lunchtime had already come and gone.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
“Yeah, coming! Just a second!”
Whoever it was couldn’t even wait that long before ringing again. I swallowed my irritation, walked to the front door, and opened it.
“Who…”
“……”
Seoyeon was standing right there. She could have just walked in — why bother ringing the doorbell and waiting for me?
Ah… right. I changed the passcode.
For a second I wondered what she was playing at, then last night came flooding back.
“…I told you to get permission before you came over.”
“…Can I come in?”
“…Ugh. Fine. Come in.”
Seoyeon glared daggers at me as she asked. I shook my head like I had no choice and let her inside. The second she stepped through the door she kicked off her shoes and bolted straight into the apartment, moving fast.
“Hey! Walk properly, walk! You’re gonna fall!”
She acted like she couldn’t hear me, cutting through the living room and heading for the kitchen. Seoyeon was getting weirder by the day, and it was giving me a headache. I followed her, wondering what the hell she was up to this time.
In the kitchen, she was standing there holding something.
“You… that…”
“……”
The plain white cup with no pattern on it — the one we’d silently agreed marked the start of play. Ever since that rule existed, that cup only came out when a session was about to begin. And Seoyeon was holding it again.
“Have you still not—”
I was about to ask if she’d completely lost her mind when she lifted the cup to her lips.
Gulp. Gulp.
She drained the water in one go, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then looked at me the same way she had a moment ago.
“……”
Ah.
I finally got it. That look in her eyes wasn’t resentment. It wasn’t a glare.
I could finally read the emotion in Seoyeon’s eyes. That was hunger. Pure, raw craving for pleasure.
I was seeing her clearly now. Sweat beaded across her forehead. Her hair was a mess, like she’d sprinted straight here the second her lecture ended.
In a single night, our positions had completely flipped. Unlike me, who’d spent so long denying what I felt, Seoyeon was honest about her own desire.
“I… I drank it all… so what now…?”
“……”
She knew exactly what she was doing — playing dumb, baiting me all over again — and it made something hot and ugly boil up inside me. I walked toward her, one slow step at a time. The closer I got, the more the corner of her mouth curled up. When I was right in front of her, she grabbed my arm and shoved my hand down the front of her pants.
“Since this morning… I couldn’t stop thinking about you… and I ended up like this… During lecture I touched myself when no one was looking… During lunch break I did it again in the bathroom…”
“……”
Inside her pants it wasn’t just damp — she was soaked through, like she’d been dunked in water. I pulled my hand out to check. My entire palm was wet.
“Should we go to the bed…?”
“……”
Her whisper against my ear as she pressed into me was the last thing I heard before my reason snapped all over again. I grabbed her by the arm, dragged her into the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.
Unlike last night, Seoyeon was already stripping herself as she hit the mattress. In seconds she’d flung off even her underwear and lay there with both arms open, waiting for me.
“Hajun…”
“Quiet…”
Our rules didn’t include her calling my name. I was about to point that out when her voice reached my ear again.
“I want to have sex…”
“……”
The only way to break a rule this absurd was for the one on the receiving end to say they wanted it. Until now, that person had been me. As of last night, it was Seoyeon.
“Let’s just… do it…?”
Seoyeon, radiating a heat far more shameless than usual, spread her legs and beckoned me closer.