That Was What You Were Trying to Do, Right? (1)
A few days had passed since then.
Day after day I skipped the gym entirely and just holed up at home.
And the two of us…
"Haaang! Haaaang!"
"Came again?"
"Yes, yeheeeet! Se-Seoyeon cameee!"
"That was supposed to be the last one… So today I'll have to have sex with someone other than Seoyeon, huh?"
Seoyeon had claimed she needed to study alone because exams were coming up and staying at my place only filled her head with dirty thoughts. Yet she kept throwing herself at me anyway. She had lost the bet that said if she came first, I would get to sleep with someone else—and still she challenged me every single day. The longer it went on, the faster she gave up.
"Heueung… A-ah, I can't stooop…"
"This is all Seoyeon's fault. You tried to force yourself on me, and that's why things ended up like this. Right? I never wanted any of this. It's because of you. Isn't that right?"
Bit by bit I planted the idea in her head that everything happening now was her own doing.
Me sleeping with other women is entirely your responsibility.
I don't want to do it, but it's all your fault.
The word "gaslighting" I'd once seen on a community board floated through my mind… but what the hell, might as well gaslight her a little.
No matter how I looked at it, sex was the best way to get revenge on that crazy bitch Han Jeong-a. A woman who went around fucking men needed to get fucked herself. And it would kill two birds with one stone—I could also pay Seoyeon back for falling for that bitch's nonsense and going after my virginity.
"Y-you're riiight… I-it's my faaault…"
"Then you should accept it. How long are you going to keep throwing a tantrum?"
"Hic… B-but if… if Hajun abandons meee…!"
"I won't. Just this once. Just this once. From now on, if Seoyeon listens well and doesn't do anything bad, I'll never do it again."
I meant it. This was a special situation. I wasn't some guy obsessed with women. Seoyeon alone was enough for me. Even if I had ordered her to spread her legs and present herself under me, I never truly intended to treat her that way. I hadn't said it out loud, but I thought of her as my lover. Our relationship had gotten a little twisted, so I couldn't say the words, but when I told her I loved her, I meant it.
"Really…?"
"Of course. This time there's no choice. Aren't you angry, Seoyeon? Some random bitch tried to drive a wedge between us."
"……That fucking bitch, I'll kill her…!"
"No! No! I'll do it! I'll punish her for you, so calm down!"
Ever since I told her the truth, Seoyeon had been ready to storm over and murder Jeong-a on the spot.
You were tricked, Seoyeon. That bitch Jeong-a was scheming to fuck me no matter what. She used you to tear us apart.
"Then I'll be back soon?"
"……Mm."
"You've got exams coming up. Don't wait around for me for no reason—study. Got it?"
"……Mm."
The way she answered, voice thick with tears, made my chest ache. She knew perfectly well that today I planned to have sex with a woman who wasn't her. But because I had kept drilling into her that everything was her fault, she couldn't say a word. She just clenched both fists and blamed herself.
"If Seoyeon holds on well… and studies hard… I'll give you everything you want."
"……Anything?"
"Anything!"
"……I can hold on."
The teary expression vanished, replaced by something fierce and resolved, like a soldier heading into battle. She nodded. I had no idea what she was steeling herself for, but for now it worked out fine.
"Then I'm heading to the gym. Seoyeon, do exactly what I told you?"
"……Okay."
I finished getting ready and stepped out the front door.
Today was the day.
The day I got revenge on that crazy bitch.
"Hello."
"Oh, Hajun! Again! Once you start working out, you have to stay consistent! You've already taken more than a week off!"
"H-hahahaha… Th-there were some things…"
"I've told you how many times—every day you skip, the muscle on your body disappears right along with it!"
"H-hahaha…"
The moment the gym owner spotted me after so long, the storm of scolding began. Right now the muscle on my body was the least of my worries. My everyday life—my entire existence—had nearly been ruined. But the owner had no way of knowing that, and he clearly intended to keep me pinned down and lecture me all day.
"Look at this flab! When you stop working out it just keeps sagging like this…"
"O-Owner! I'm going to go work out now!"
"Oh, oh! That's right! Gotta work out, gotta work out!"
I cut off the endless lecture and bolted straight for the locker room. I couldn't afford to waste energy before the real plan even started.
I changed clothes and headed to the area with the stretching mats, then sat down. I twisted my body this way and that, pretending to stretch while I waited.
If I just waited like this… she would come soon.
"……Hajun?"
That crazy bitch.
Jeong-a was already behind me, poking my back with a finger as she called my name.
"……"
I turned my head and looked up at her. There she was, smiling brightly as if nothing were wrong, putting on that pure, innocent face again. Nausea rose in my throat. Rage boiled up. My fist clenched tight at the sight of that disgusting smile. I fought down the urge to swing and jerked my head away, avoiding her eyes.
"……Y-you're here."
"…Huh? Why the formal speech? Didn't we agree to talk casually?"
"A-ah… I-I just feel more comfortable this way…"
"Pfft… Fine then. Do whatever makes you comfortable, Hajun."
Acting for the first time in my life. I avoided her eyes as much as possible and behaved like a shy kid. The reason she could show up and run into me like this even though she knew my gym schedule—was it just because this was the usual time?
No.
I hadn't set foot in the gym for over a week. And as far as I knew, she hadn't either—until today. Coincidence like that didn't exist. Absolutely not.
I had Seoyeon's help with this plan. The moment I heard the truth from her, I started putting it together. One part of it was having Seoyeon stay in constant contact with Jeong-a.
"Unnie, the things you taught me are working."
"I did everything Unnie said and Hajun loves it."
"Lately I'm the one taking the lead during sex, not him."
"Hajun keeps asking for more and more extreme stuff."
And so on. I kept feeding her false information through Seoyeon. Just a little while ago she must have gotten a message from Seoyeon and shown up here after learning I was heading to the gym.
"Were you stretching? Want me to help?"
"…Y-yes. B-but I can do it alone…"
"Come on. We're workout buddies. You haven't been coming, so your body's probably all stiff. I'll help."
"Y-yees…"
I acted flustered. I acted like every glance at her face brought back those memories. I answered in a voice that seemed to crawl into the floor, eyes averted. The whole time I was acting, everything I'd eaten at home felt like it was about to come back up. But I couldn't ruin everything now. I held it in with everything I had.
As the stretching ended and the workout continued, her hands grew bolder. I kept glancing away, flinching every time her touch brushed my body. In the mirror, Jeong-a's eyes sharpened. Now she was openly tormenting me, deliberately stimulating every spot she could reach.
"Workout's over for today."
"Hah, hah…"
The session with her was finished. The intensity hadn't been that high—weaker than usual, even. But her hands, roaming all over me and winding me up on purpose, left me deliberately panting as if exhausted. She stepped closer, groped my ass, and gave it a couple of light pats.
"……Noona's going to wash up, so wait out front?"
"Y-yes, yes, yes…"
I nodded frantically. She smiled sweetly and disappeared into the women's locker room. Watching her back, I felt my expression change.
"……That fucking bitch."
My body felt filthy. Her hands had dirtied me. For the first time ever, I used the gym showers.
"Been waiting?"
"……N-no!"
I had washed in a hurry and come all the way outside the gym to wait for her. Her sudden approach nearly wrecked my expression control. I barely managed to recall the face I'd been wearing earlier, turned my head, and looked at her.
"Shall we go?"
"H-hik… Y-yes…"
She groped my ass again, gave it a couple of pats, and strode ahead. I clamped my mouth shut against the curses that nearly spilled out and followed. She seemed to find my reaction cute; a little snicker escaped her.
—Ding-dong.
The elevator arrived and we stepped inside. As the doors closed, her hands grew even bolder. The hand that had been on my ass slid around to the front and started stroking the bulge of my cock. I jerked my hips back and stopped her hand.
"Ugh…! W-wait…! Th-this is…"
"……Can't you stay still?"
Everything—Seoyeon's messages and my behavior today—had given her certainty. Ah, even if I do this, he'll just take it now. He won't refuse. When I blocked her hand, she coldly wiped the smile off her face and brushed my hand aside.
"H-heup…!"
"That's right. Stay still like that. Then Noona will make you feel good."
I started acting as hard as I could—embarrassed, ashamed, like moans were about to break free. Her hand stroking my cock slipped past my pants, past my underwear, and inside. No matter how much I hated—no, loathed—the woman touching me, an erection was a natural physiological reaction. As my cock grew harder under her fingers, the corner of her mouth began to lift.
Just as I thought. Now I can fuck him and he'll stay quiet.
—Ding-dong.
The elevator arrived and the doors opened, yet her hand stayed inside my underwear. I whimpered as if savoring her touch for a moment, then looked at her.
"U-um… J-Jeong-a Noona…"
"……Speak."
"Th-that… would you like to come over to my place? Y-you invited me to yours before, so… th-this time, maybe you could come play at mine…"
At my words she smiled brighter than she ever had before.
Without the slightest idea what her future held.