Crazy Bitch (2)
It was the same situation as with Seoyeon.
An Experience Count and a list of partners existed, yet she was still marked a virgin.
Thinking back to Seoyeon, I knew exactly what that meant. The count didn't only go up from full sex. Other sexual acts—handjobs, anything in that ballpark of quasi-sex—were enough to raise the number.
Even so… ninety-one men and a hundred thirty-two acts, and still a virgin. The fact just wouldn't settle in my head.
"What are you doing? Penalty drink! Drink!"
"……"
Oblivious to what was going through my mind, Jeong-a shoved a glass brimming with the penalty liquor at me. Without a word I took it, sipped, and sank into thought.
I'd told myself I would stop paying attention to the floating text over people's heads, stop living with pointless preconceptions—but once your eyes have already seen something, the urge to confirm it is only human.
Just what the hell had this woman done with ninety-one men while remaining a virgin?
"……Finished it. My turn now, right?"
"Uh… yeah, but……"
She looked at my face and flinched. I immediately pulled a wooden stick from right next to the one I'd just drawn, making it as hard as possible for her to take the next piece without collapsing the tower.
Fine. If that was how it was going to be, I'd force her to knock it over and use the wish ticket to drag her secret out of her. I needed to see the true nature of the woman sitting across from me, pouring drinks with that pure, innocent face.
"'When was your first time?' If you can't say it, drink."
"I can say it… but you won't believe me… I've never done it?"
She gave me a sultry look and poked my thigh with one finger.
"If you don't believe me…… want to check……?"
The hand that had been jabbing my thigh started sliding inward. I caught her wrist and set it firmly back on the table.
"Okay, I believe you. Draw."
"……Tch."
At first I'd been ready to quit this weird game and go home, but somewhere along the way I'd gotten serious about it. I would make her knock the tower down no matter what. Now that I'd seen it with my own eyes, I had to confirm it. If I just let it slide, the thought would surface every time I looked at her, and my brain would invent whatever image of her it wanted. Better to hear the truth from her own mouth than to keep dealing with her while I spun private fantasies alone.
"Aww, come on. If you make it this hard, the game's going to end right away."
She grumbled, yet still drew a stick with real concentration. She hadn't even pulled that many pieces and already the tower was swaying dangerously. She read the writing on the stick she'd drawn, and a creepy little smile curved her lips.
"'Lick the other person's erogenous zone'…… is that right?"
Without a second of hesitation I lifted the glass full of penalty liquor and downed it in one go.
"Ugh, boring!"
The eager light in her eyes snuffed out in an instant and she yelled. Now I was certain. Jeong-a noona—no, this bitch—had her head full of ideas about what she wanted to do to me. She'd dropped the pure, clueless act and was openly showing her feelings.
The alcohol was starting to hit. Even before this ridiculous game began I'd already put away several cans of beer, and once the game started every penalty glass was pure soju. Beer and soju churned together in my stomach and my head spun.
"What are you waiting for? Draw already."
She must have sensed my condition; she hurried me along. I focused my swimming vision and managed to pull a stick free. The Jenga tower that had been stacked like a skyscraper swayed so precariously that this was clearly going to be the last round. At this rate it would fall on her next turn.
"……Tch. So what is it?"
"'What's your favorite position?'"
I read the words on the stick and looked at her. One corner of her mouth lifted.
"Hmm… doggy? I also like getting my ass spanked!"
"……You said you've never done it."
The way she answered, anyone listening would have sworn she'd had sex a hundred times. The question slipped out of me before I could stop it. Her expression turned meaningful.
"My draw?"
She didn't even answer my question. She slowly raised her hand and set her fingers against the teetering tower.
And in that instant—
—clatter-rattle-rattle.
Just as I'd hoped, the Jenga that had barely been drawn from a handful of times collapsed completely.
"Ah…… what the hell is this! So boring!"
"Nope. I had fun. So that means I get the wish ticket, right?"
"Shiiit……"
Jeong-a scowled at the way the situation had refused to go according to her plan. But getting angry wasn't going to change anything. However it had happened, I'd won.
"So what is it? Sex? Want to have sex with me?"
"……What?"
"Your wish. Isn't that what you wanted all along?"
"……Crazy."
The mask was completely off now. The pure, innocent face she'd shown me until this moment was gone. She propped her elbows on the table, rested her chin in her hands, and stared straight at me.
But that isn't my wish… it's yours, isn't it.
"Tell me the truth. The 'I've never had sex' thing is a lie, right? You've been meeting guy after guy."
"I've really never had sex, though? Guys, well……"
As the alcohol climbed higher, questions like that came out without hesitation. And her answers came just as freely, without a single hitch.
"So what's your wish?"
"……Don't lie to me. Tell me what you were planning to do to me tonight, and what you've been doing with all those other men until now."
"……That's all you want for a wish?"
"Yeah."
"……"
Jeong-a looked at me with an expression that said all the wind had gone out of her sails. If she'd thought I wanted to sleep with her, she'd thought wrong. If that was what she wanted, I was even less inclined to do it.
"Mmm… I was going to fuck our little Hajun, yeah?"
"……A person who claims she's never had sex after meeting that many men wants to fuck someone?"
"Pfft…… Ah, sorry. I just suddenly thought our Hajun was still so young… it slipped out."
"……"
The way she suddenly treated me like a kid made something start to boil in my gut. Without warning she picked up her phone, tapped around, and held it out to me.
"Look at this."
"…What is it."
"The web novel I write."
I took the phone she offered and looked at the screen.
Oh My Master……?
Oh My Master
112 chapters · Ongoing
Tags: High Intensity · Femdom · and more
"That's what I write…… a novel where the woman fucks the man."
That was the title on the screen. Beneath it sat the usual details—total of a hundred twelve chapters, still being serialized. There were tags for high intensity and all sorts of other things, but the one that snagged my eyes was the word Femdom.
"Want to see something else?"
She snatched her phone back out of my hand, tapped around some more, and held it out again. This time it wasn't a web-novel app. A blue SNS app filled the screen.
The moment I saw what was on it, my body locked up.
Photos of a man trussed head to toe in rope, cum dripping from his cock as he lay there. Photos of another man covered in whip marks. Pictures that would make any normal person frown filled the feed.
"When I get stuck writing, I find guys on SNS who want this kind of thing and try it out with them."
"……"
"And the more I did it, the more fun it got. Like I'd finally found the real me? Before that I never felt anything toward men, so I wondered if maybe I was asexual. But lately the sight of guys crawling and crying in front of me just drives me insane."
"……"
She was suddenly so worked up, explaining everything to me, that a little of the madness started to show through.
"So I started thinking—instead of just guys who already have this fetish, what if I took ordinary men and trained them myself like this? How fun would that be?"
Crazy bitch.
I barely swallowed the words that tried to jump out of my mouth and just watched her, lost in her own world, keep talking.
"So? How about it?"
"W-what do you mean……"
The madness in her face rattled me so badly that I even stammered and slipped into formal speech.
"Doesn't our Hajun want Noona to fuck him like that? Hmm? Other people message me all the time begging for another round. I blocked every one of them, though."
"Th-this isn't fucking anyone. You're just playing with toys."
There was something almost proud in the way she said it, so I deliberately needled her. Playing with toys like that wasn't sex. Sex was a man and a woman joining. Unilaterally tormenting someone with toys didn't count.
"……Is that so? Then scroll to the next one."
Her eyes went wide at my words, then a contemptuous little laugh slipped out as she pointed at the phone still in my hand. Wondering what else there could be, I did as she said and scrolled down.
And the photos that came next……
A woman who was clearly Jeong-a, wearing what was called a strap-on around her hips, buried it deep inside a man whose hands and feet were bound and whose ass was raised in the air.
"……Now it's fucking, right?"
She watched my whole body freeze at the sight of those pictures and smiled a smile that made my skin crawl.
"……Crazy bitch."
The pure, innocent Han Jeong-a I thought I knew was, more than anyone else I had ever met, a complete psycho.