What Are You Doing? (2)
“·········.”
Silence filled the room.
I kept my eyes closed for a long while. More time passed than I'd expected, and I was starting to wonder whether my suspicions about her might have been wrong after all — when Seoyeon's voice drifted in from the living room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching my door.
I arranged myself to look as naturally asleep as possible, the way I'd appeared when I'd checked the home camera earlier.
I felt Seoyeon enter my room. With every step she took, something jingled faintly.
“Haa… haa······.”
Seoyeon's characteristic breathing — the sound she made when she was aroused — came from right beside me. A rustling noise joined the jingling, growing louder, and then she suddenly grabbed my arm and lifted it up.
Wondering what on earth she was trying to do, I cracked my eyes open just enough to look — and in Seoyeon's hand was a strange leather cuff. The moment she tried to fasten it around my wrist, something in me sensed danger. I snatched her arm and opened my eyes fully.
“······Hey. Yu Seoyeon, what the hell are you doing?”
“·········Hic, hic.”
I leveled a cold, low glare at her, and she froze on the spot like a child caught mid-prank. Still lying on the bed, I sat up and yanked the leather cuff out of her hand.
“······What is this?”
“·········Hic.”
I pressed her as if demanding to know exactly what she'd planned to do with it, but she seemed so startled she could only hiccup and steal nervous glances at my face. I tossed the cuff aside, grabbed the shopping bag sitting next to her, and dumped its contents out onto the bed.
“Lube. A dildo. A vibrator. Another pair of cuffs? And this······.”
It was the first time I'd ever seen one in person. Something that looked like a leather harness, with a distinctly phallic attachment fixed right in the center.
A strap-on.
The sight of it instantly brought Jeong-a to mind — the woman from the night before. The woman who'd tried to fuck me. Not a woman who wanted actual sex with me, but a complete lunatic who'd literally wanted to ream out my ass.
Something began to boil up inside me. People say that when you get angry enough, you go cold instead. The expression drained from my face as I stared Seoyeon down with ice in my eyes.
“What the hell is this stunt. What you were planning to do to me. Why you were going to do it······ I want every last detail. Don't leave anything out.”
“·········Hic, hic.”
Our eyes met, and all she could manage was a trembling, hiccuping voice.
—SMACK! SMAAACK! SMAAAAACK!
“Hyaaaaah!”
Seoyeon sat draped over my thigh, wrists and ankles locked in the very cuffs she'd brought, her ass lifted and completely unable to move. Every time my palm met her backside, the flesh of her cheeks rippled. With each sharp crack against her flushed, reddening ass, her pussy gushed with slick arousal.
“I'm fine, so talk when you feel like talking. Got it? Until then, not a word.”
“H-huuuh······ Ha-Hajun, I—I'm so— hyaaaaaaah!”
—SMAAAAACK!
Whatever came out of her mouth was not what I wanted to hear. I raised my hand high and brought it down with everything I had. Her ass had gone past merely red — capillaries were starting to burst, staining the skin a deep, angry crimson.
“No. An apology isn't what I want to hear. I want to know why you did this. That's what I want.”
“H-hyaaaa······!”
I brushed my fingertips lightly over her swollen, thoroughly reddened cheeks. A full-body tremor ran through her as she lay draped across my lap.
“H-huuuh······ I—I'm so sorryyyyy······ hyiiiiiiit!”
—SMAAAACK! SMAAAACK!
I brought my hand down hard on her ass again, then teased the hypersensitive skin with the tips of my fingers. Every time I did, her whole body shuddered — she was clearly coming apart.
So for Seoyeon, this is a reward······?
The thought that this punishment wasn't a punishment for her at all made me shove her off my lap and dump her unceremoniously onto the bed. I hadn't been able to see her face while she was face-down across my legs, but now, sprawled on the mattress, the full picture was on display — drooling, utterly drowned in pleasure.
Yeah. This had definitely been a reward for her. Looking at that expression — tears, snot, and spit all running down her face in pure ecstasy — I was certain of it now.
“Ha-Hajun······ I—I'm so sorryyyyy······.”
“·········.”
Even now, she was deliberately doing the one thing I'd told her not to. She knew perfectly well that what I wanted wasn't an apology but an explanation of why — and she kept poking me on purpose.
I shook my head, moved over to her, and linked the cuffs on her wrists and ankles behind her back. With her arms and legs locked behind her, she couldn't move at all.
“Ah. Right — almost forgot about this.”
I'd been about to leave her like that when I spotted the vibrator I'd pulled from her shopping bag earlier. I picked it up, pushed it deep into Seoyeon's pussy, switched it on, and taped the control to her thigh.
“I'm gonna go eat. Stay just like that, okay?”
“Huuuh········· eh?”
I smiled down at Seoyeon as she stared up at me in pure panic, then casually turned my back and walked out of the room.
You're not getting what you want. Go ahead and die a little.
“Uh······? Ha-Hajun? Hajun! Hajuuuuun!”
I walked to the front door, put on my shoes, and left the apartment, ignoring Seoyeon's desperate shouting behind me.
By the time the sun that had been hanging high in the sky was starting to hide itself, I'd finished eating alone, killed about two hours at a café, and finally headed home.
—Click.
The moment I opened the front door, a thick, musky scent hit me. The closer I got to the bedroom, the louder the whimpering became.
“H-huuuh······ heh, heeeeh······.”
—Bzzzzzz.
When I stepped into the room, there was Seoyeon — drooling freely, the vibrator still buried in her pussy, her body jerking with intermittent shudders. Judging by the state of the bed, she'd thrashed around trying to get the cuffs off. The sheets were a wreck, soaked through with her juices and spit, twisted every which way.
“Did my Seoyeon behave herself?”
“H-hyaaaaaah!”
—Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
I walked over and kneaded her still-swollen, reddened ass. Her back arched, and a fresh flood of arousal poured from her pussy. Then she snapped back to some semblance of awareness and desperately rubbed herself against me.
“Ha-Hajun! I—I was wrong! I'm sorry! P-please just forgive me this once!”
“·········.”
She still wasn't getting it. That wasn't what I wanted to hear. I turned away from her, intending to walk out again —
“Jeong-a unnie! Jeong-a unnie told me to do it like this! She said if I did it this way, Hajun would love meeee!”
I stopped cold.
Out of nowhere, Seoyeon was screaming Jeong-a's name, and my feet froze. Why was that lunatic's name coming up here? No — more than that. Unnie?
Until just a little while ago, Seoyeon had been talking about killing her. And now she was calling her unnie? Why? Since when? Because of what?
“·········What the hell are you talking about.”
“······H-huuuuh!”
I turned back, walked over to Seoyeon, gripped her chin, and forced her face up so our eyes met.
“Th-that's, well······.”
“Don't drag it out. Spit it out.”
Watching her squirm and try to avoid my gaze now, of all times, pushed my patience right to the edge.
“Th-the truth is······.”
What came out of Seoyeon's mouth after that went far beyond anything I'd imagined.
While I'd been asleep, she'd gone over to Jeong-a's place. At first, the scent of Jeong-a and alcohol clinging to my body had filled her with dark suspicions, and she'd intended to do something about her — but after hearing Jeong-a out, she'd changed her mind. She'd believed that if she followed Jeong-a's advice, things between us would get even better.
“············.”
That crazy bitch······.
I still had no idea what Jeong-a had been thinking when she cooked this up. I didn't understand why she'd lied to Seoyeon about what had happened between us, either. What — that I'd dumped her? I'd turned down her offer to let her fuck me and come home, sure, but the rest of what she'd said was just absurd.
When had I ever talked to that woman about Seoyeon? What did she think she knew, going on about helping our relationship? And what was that about me being the type who has a hard time saying what's on his mind, so Seoyeon needed to take the lead? That I wasn't the type who belonged on top of a woman, but someone whose nature only settled when he was underneath?
“Ha-Hajun······ I—I told you everything, so p-please take these off······.”
“·········.”
In the middle of that thought, the sight of Seoyeon writhing under me, rubbing herself against my body, only made the anger surge higher.
Everything else, I could understand. Jeong-a was already completely, thoroughly insane — the most unhinged person I'd ever met — so of course she was capable of something like that.
But Seoyeon······.
“······You actually fell for that bullshit and tried to shove something up my ass?”
“Eh? Ha-Hajun······?”
Jeong-a was a lunatic, sure.
But you — I can't forgive you.