That's What You Were Trying to Do, Right? (2)
I deliberately beat her to the punch, inviting her over to my place before she could drag me back to hers.
I'd already told Seoyeon to head home for the day.
"C-come in…"
"……"
For the first time, I was letting a woman who wasn't Seoyeon into my apartment… no, not even a woman — just another person, period. Even Dongjun and Kyeongho had never set foot inside, always put off by the fact that Seoyeon was invariably around.
I opened the front door and ushered her in. Without so much as asking my permission, she strode straight through and began surveying the place.
"Hmm… so this is what Hajun's place looks like."
"……"
After poking into every corner, she flopped down on the living-room sofa, crossed her legs, folded her arms, and fixed me with a steady stare.
I played the part of a man who had no idea what to do with himself.
"U-uh… I-I'll get you something to drink!"
"……"
I hurried into the kitchen and busied myself preparing a beverage. She sat there as if she already owned the place, doing nothing but watching me. That look in her eyes was the look of someone sitting down to a meal that had been laid out just for her.
Fine… let's see how long you can keep staring at me like that…
I returned to the living room and held out a cup of juice to the woman on the sofa.
"H-here…"
"…Yeah. Thanks?"
Even as she took the cup, her gaze never left me. She gulped the drink down with those snake-like eyes still locked on mine.
I'd seen that look plenty of times from Seoyeon. Eyes burning hot. Eyes that said she was dying to devour the person in front of her right then and there.
"You sit down too, Hajun."
"Y-yes…"
For now, I had to play along. I sat on the sofa as she instructed.
"…What do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes went cold. Her voice dropped low and sharp as she snapped at me.
"…Huh?"
"That's not where you sit."
"Wh-whoa—!"
She lunged at me without warning, seized me by the collar, and hurled me to the floor. For a split second I wondered what the hell this bitch was trying to pull — and in that moment of carelessness, her strength dragged me down onto my face.
"Looking up at me like this… suits your place, doesn't it?"
"N-no, this is—"
"What? Don't like it? Isn't this exactly what you wanted when you invited me over? Hmm?"
"Hnnngh…!"
The second I tried to talk back, she lifted her leg and planted her foot on my cock. I nearly shot up and slapped her across the face right then — but I forced myself to hold back, whimpering as if her foot were doing something to me.
"Look at that. Getting off on being stepped on. You used to say you hated this kind of thing, didn't you? Hmm?"
"Th-that's not— nghh!"
Every time I opened my mouth, she pressed down harder, as if telling me to shut up.
"Not what? What's not what? You're hard as a rock — how is that 'not'? Hmm? You like this. You like it so much you invited me into your empty apartment just so I could fuck you, didn't you?"
"F-fuck… nngh…!"
Just the stroke of her foot along my cock was enough to wring a curse out of me.
"…What? Fuck? Fuck?"
"Gyaaah!"
The foot that had been caressing my cock came down hard. Pain exploded from below, white light flashing behind my eyes.
I'd been playing along for a little while — but I was done.
"From now on, don't use that word in front of me. Just submit. Don't ask questions. Don't argue. Just do what I say. Bark when I tell you to bark. Cry when I tell you to cry. Pull your cock out when I tell you to."
She ground her foot into my head while I curled up, moaning through the pain, spouting that nonsense.
"Nngh… y-you're out of your fucking mind…"
"……What?"
Her body locked up at my words. Then she looked down, staring straight into my face.
"I said cut the shit. You crazy bitch…"
"You still haven't learned your— huh?"
Her body swayed. She collapsed onto the sofa in a heap. The pain was already fading. I got to my feet and watched her struggle to make sense of what was happening.
"I've taken that stuff plenty of times. The drug should be kicking in right about now. Fair warning — trying to fight it won't help. I tried holding out a few times myself. Didn't work."
"…Wh-what did you do…"
"What do you think. Shut up, go to sleep, and wake up. You fucking bitch."
"You crazy son of a—"
I met her steadily glazing eyes and smiled the same bright smile she'd given me.
If I was being honest, somewhere in the back of my mind a small voice had been whispering that this plan — to rape her — was wrong. But after the way she'd just acted, that voice was gone.
A crazy bitch like this needed to be punished.
So she'd never think of pulling this shit again.
Never.
"Mmm…"
"Oh. You're up? I was just about to wake you — everything's ready. That was fast."
At the sound of her stirring, I turned my head toward Jeong-a. She blinked a few times, saw my face, and her eyes went wide.
"……What are you doing?"
"Hmm?"
"…What the hell is this?!"
I'd carried her into the bedroom after she'd swallowed the same sleeping pills Seoyeon used to dose me with so often, and laid her out on the bed. Then I'd used the handcuffs she'd once given Seoyeon for me — locking her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She was spread-eagled like a condemned prisoner awaiting the old five-limb dismemberment.
"Untie me!"
"Don't want to."
"Wh-what are you planning to do to me?! This is a crime! A crime, you hear me!"
I snorted. The panic thick in her voice made me laugh out loud.
A crime, huh…
"And what you were about to do wasn't a crime? You were going to fuck me too. What, is it different when a woman does it versus a man? Was yours just 'play'?"
"……"
"Hmm… what should I try first."
"……Huh?"
Beside her bound body, I laid out the toys she'd once handed Seoyeon to use on me. The color drained from her face the moment she recognized them.
"H-hey! H-Hajun! I-I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding…"
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? The one where you tricked Seoyeon so you could wreck my ass? Or the one where you followed me all the way to my apartment just now so you could do whatever you wanted to me?"
"Th-that's…"
"Look, I get that this is your thing. I'm not exactly normal myself. But… you crossed a line."
The more I spoke, the colder my head became. Something was boiling up from deep inside. I'd come within a hair of having my ass destroyed for real — because of the bitch in front of me.
I set the toys back down on the bed and climbed on top of her.
"H-Hajun… i-if you stop now! I-I'll just go home! Okay? I-if you stop right n—"
—Riiip!
I grabbed her clothes the way she'd grabbed my collar and tore them open in one motion. Her T-shirt split apart, underwear spilling into view.
I could have stripped her while she was unconscious. I hadn't.
"Hic… hic…"
Because I wanted this crazy bitch to feel a terror she'd never tasted before. Because I wanted her to drown in the same shame she'd been dishing out to other people all this time.
"Why are you crying? This is exactly what you were going to do to me."
I seized her chin as she turned her face away, tears dripping, and forced her eyes to meet mine. She was crying, but the venom in her gaze hadn't gone anywhere.
That's more like it… we haven't even started yet.
With the same hands that had torn her clothes, I stripped off her underwear as well.
"Kya— kyaaaah! D-don't look! Don't loooook!"
"Yeah. Keep screaming. Nobody's going to hear you anyway. You know that. Soundproofing in this building is top-tier."
I left her thrashing and shrieking. No matter how hard she struggled, I gave her nothing — just looked down at her in silence. Bit by bit, her thrashing slowed and stopped.
"But… cute. Are these a guy's chest or a girl's?"
"H-hnn…!"
I cupped the bare breasts now fully exposed. They were small — nowhere near Seoyeon's. Whether her size had always been a complex, her face flushed scarlet with humiliation.
"You've been fucking guys left and right with tits like these? Do men actually like this? Not from what I know."
"H-hnn… y-you're dead… I'm going to kill you for sure… hyaaah!"
Her face was so red it looked ready to burst. She glared up at me, mid-threat — then a moan tore out of her at the sensation in her chest. My fingers had already found her nipples, pinching and pulling.
"Even your voice is cute. You've supposedly fucked dozens of guys, but maybe this is actually more your speed?"
"Y-you're really going to die…! I'll kill— hyaaah!"
Every time I tormented her nipples, that cute little sound spilled from the mouth of the woman glaring up at me through tears and curses.
This… was fun.
I was starting to forget the original purpose entirely — sinking deeper and deeper into the simple act of punishing her.