Having Sex with Jeong-a? (1)
Seoyeon, who had been crouching down, rose to her feet.
Then she began striding forward with purpose.
I caught her arm as she brushed past me, stopping her before she could go any farther.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"...Let go."
"I asked where you're going!"
"I'm gonna kill that bitch! Let go! Let gooo!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to charge toward the apartment Jeong-a had just entered. I hoisted her over my shoulder and hurried her inside our place.
"Put me down! I said put me down!"
"........."
I dragged her as far from the front door as I could, into the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed like a sack.
Watching her thrash around, still completely out of her mind, I felt the stress I'd been bottling up all day surge right to the edge of exploding.
It had already been a mentally exhausting day more than a physically hard one, and now she shows up after days of radio silence just to make me even more tired.
"I said let g—!"
"Hey. Yu Seoyeon."
"...Hic, hic!"
I knew I shouldn't, but something violent snapped loose in me without warning.
One hand clamped around her throat while the other covered her mouth.
I had no idea what my face looked like right then.
Her eyes, blown wide as they could go, stared up at me with a flicker of real fear.
"Stay still. Quiet. Please. Okay?"
".........Hic, hic!"
"You can do that, right? Our Seoyeon's a good girl, isn't she?"
Nod, nod.
Watching her slowly bob her head, I gently released both hands.
"........."
I stroked the hair of the dazed girl sitting on the bed and staring up at me.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry..."
"........."
"I'm gonna go wash up, so just wait a little, okay? I'll come out and explain everything. Got it? You can do that?"
"Y-yes..."
I didn't want to think any deeper than that.
Leaving the gym without even showering had left me feeling sticky and gross, which only fed the irritation.
I left her sitting there in a blank haze and headed for the bathroom.
Shhhhhhhh.
Not long after Hajun stepped into the bathroom, the sound of running water filled the air.
I touched the spot on my neck where his hand had been.
He'd gripped me so hard that the warmth of his palm still lingered, leaving a pleasant heat behind.
When I slid my hand lower and into my panties, I found them soaked through.
The expression on Hajun's face as he choked me and stared down was still burned into my mind.
"Haa, haa..."
It was worse—no, better—than any of the times I'd seen him lose control before.
That brand-new look in his eyes had soaked me in an instant.
Just like the way he'd looked a moment ago.
Choking me, pinning me down...
The image of him fucking me like that painted itself vividly behind my eyes.
"Haa, haa... Hnnngh...!"
And just like that, I completely forgot about the way he'd been holding hands with the woman next door. While he washed up, I lay back on the bed alone and started touching myself.
"Haaaaah!"
"............"
I'd finished sorting my thoughts while I showered.
I'd been wrong with Seoyeon earlier.
I shouldn't have done that.
No matter how angry I got, I still shouldn't have—
Why the hell is she masturbating all of a sudden?
"Seoyeon. What are you doing...?"
"Ah, don't look! Y-you can't look! Hwaaaah!"
I'd steeled myself in the shower to give her a proper, sincere apology, only to walk out and find her naked on the bed, clothes flung everywhere, fingers busy between her legs. Whatever guilt I'd been carrying evaporated on the spot.
"........."
"D-don't look at me like that! Ah, you can't!"
Even with me staring coldly at her, she didn't stop. Her hips bounced up into the empty air as she came hard right in front of me.
"Heh, heeeh... Hi, hihihi..."
What part of all that had flipped her switch this hard?
I left the thoroughly spent Seoyeon lying there riding out the aftershocks, sat on the edge of the bed, and tried to think it through seriously.
Just a few minutes ago she'd been screaming about killing Jeong-a and throwing a full tantrum. I step out of the shower and suddenly she's masturbating.
What happened in between?
In that moment I'd lost it and done something I never should have—choking her.
But why would choking her make her start touching herself?
"Heeung..."
".........Haa."
I looked down at Seoyeon, who still hadn't come back to her senses, and shook my head.
No answer.
"...That's what happened. You get it now?"
".........No."
"No? What part of no?! I told you everything! We just ran into each other while working out and came back together because she's the neighbor!"
"Maybe you just came back from working out, but that bitch didn't."
I'd sat Seoyeon down once she recovered and carefully explained the part she was misunderstanding.
She still wasn't buying it.
"Haa. Fine. Whatever. I'm done talking."
"What's fine? From now on don't even speak to that bitch. If you see her, pretend you don't know her. Or else I'll..."
"You'll what? Going to say you'll kill her again? Huh?"
"........."
Was that really something that should come out of the mouth of someone who'd just gone around apologizing to her past victims a few days ago?
Dealing with her was starting to wear me down.
The way she kept trying to chain me to her was exhausting.
Since things had already come this far, I needed to dial back her obsession with me a little.
"I don't care what you say. From now on I'm working out with Jeong-a every. Single. Day. Don't come around at lunch because I'll be training with her."
"............"
I hated the idea of getting this drained every time I so much as talked to another woman.
Starting now, I had to correct her behavior bit by bit.
As I deliberately enunciated every syllable so she couldn't miss a word, the hand resting on her knee clenched into a tight fist.
Normally she would have lunged at me or started ranting about killing Jeong-a, but she was holding it in.
"Sometimes I'll grab a meal with Jeong-a too..."
Squeeze.
"Watch a movie..."
Squeeze.
"Go on dates..."
Squeeeeeze.
"Maybe even have sex...?"
BAM!
I watched her reaction carefully, testing how far she could take it. With every word her behavior grew more violent, until at the last one she shoved the chair back, shot to her feet, and slammed both hands down on the table.
The blanket that had been wrapped around her slipped away, leaving her completely naked body on full display.
Her eyes, locked on me, had turned a vivid, furious red.
".........Don't."
"Don't what?"
Pushing her might backfire, but sometimes constant stimulation dulls the reaction. I planned to keep needling Seoyeon like this and chip away at her obsession little by little.
"...All of it. Don't do any of it."
"Don't wanna. Maybe tomorrow I'll just go ask Jeong-a if she wants to fu—"
"Don't you dareeeee!"
"........."
"Haa, haa, haa...!"
She clapped her hands over her ears, stomped her feet, and screamed. I stopped talking and shut my mouth.
That was enough for today.
I stood up, opened my arms, and walked toward her.
Seoyeon came flying into them with tears already welling up.
Stroke, stroke.
I ran my hand through her hair and held her tight.
"I'm sorry."
"Hic, hic...!"
I soothed the girl crying in my arms.
The whole situation—me making her cry and then comforting her—felt absurd, but it was necessary. For her sake... no, honestly, for mine.
I didn't want to live this exhausted.
"I'm sorry I got angry earlier too. I shouldn't have done that."
".........Yeah."
"Hm?"
"...That part was good."
".........?"
I'd been planning a proper apology for that ever since the shower, so the unexpected answer made me tilt my head, wondering if I'd misheard.
She liked being choked?
What the hell did that even—
"Haa, haa..."
"........."
The soft sobs against my chest shifted into a completely different kind of breathing.
She rubbed her thighs together and looked up at me.
"H-Hajun..."
".........What."
"L-let's do it. Okay? Hurry..."
"........."
Whatever switch had flipped this time, she started fidgeting, grabbed my arm, and began tugging me toward the bed.
From rage to masturbation to more rage to tears and now suddenly dragging me off for sex—my head was spinning.
I'd never met anyone with mood swings this extreme.
Still, maybe this was for the best.
With her eyes already glazed over with lust, Seoyeon had completely forgotten everything that just happened. She climbed onto the bed, turned her back to me, and raised her ass high.
Then she reached both hands behind herself and spread her cheeks open.
Slick arousal dripped from her as she started begging desperately.
"H-hurry...! I've been holding it in ever since then...! I-I'm going crazy!"
It had already been about a week since the day Seoyeon shoved me away and left.
I remembered reading something somewhere.
Once a person tastes sex, they can never really quit.
That saying seemed to be true for Seoyeon—and for me too.
Honestly, during those few days without her, I'd been desperately hoping she would come back.
But...
It wasn't going to be that easy.