Something's Wrong (1)
‘66’
Just as expected, it had gone up.
Deep down I’d been hoping it would increase—for solid proof—but something about it still felt off, a lingering unease I couldn’t shake.
“Haaah...”
I’d confirmed the number floating above her head had risen. Now it was time to face the real thing.
I drew a deep breath, picked up my smartphone, and opened the app I’d installed the day before.
It was the contingency plan I’d put together in case Seoyeon tried to deny everything—something I’d gone out first thing in the morning to buy.
A home security camera.
From this moment on, I would finally see everything that had happened the night before. All the things I hadn’t known about.
My heart was pounding.
“.........”
The beginning of the footage showed me hurriedly finishing the installation while Seoyeon was in the bathroom, then checking to make sure it was working properly.
I skipped past the unnecessary parts. Soon the video showed me finishing my meal, walking into the bedroom, and lying down on the bed.
I swallowed hard.
What was Seoyeon’s true face—the one I didn’t know? What had she been doing to me all this time?
The fact that I was about to learn that secret made my heart hammer even harder.
And then it happened.
Not long after the footage of me lying on the bed, Seoyeon entered the room.
What followed was one shock after another.
She grabbed my hand and shoved it straight into her panties. She stripped off my pants, then her own, and climbed on top of me while I slept.
—Haaahnn...!
It looked exactly like something out of a porn video.
Without realizing it, I became completely absorbed in the footage. My cock began to stiffen.
—...Should I just do it?
Even as the acts continued on screen, Seoyeon kept hesitating, wrestling with herself. Before I knew it, I had started stroking myself.
“.........”
It didn’t stop at once. I kept going until the Seoyeon in the video finally stopped.
By the time I came back to my senses, the bed was already a mess—splattered with cum everywhere.
The moment the mindless masturbation ended and clarity returned, the so-called post-nut clarity hit me like a truck.
You fucking idiot...
What rape? What crime?
I was the one watching that and jerking off like a beast.
The second the video started, every shred of reason vanished. I became nothing more than an animal driven by pure instinct, hand wrapped around my cock, pumping away. That was all I could think about.
The girl I’d always thought of as a friend—as family—and the fact that I was the target of that side of her... it had completely short-circuited my brain.
“.........”
I stared blankly at the phone screen where the video had already ended.
“Again... I need to check it properly again...”
This was just evidence. That was all.
I forced myself to focus so I could review it carefully.
And so I started the video over from the beginning—and once more sank deep into a haze of masturbation.
Thak. Thak. Thak.
Just like any other day, Seoyeon and I sat across from each other at the dining table, eating in complete silence without exchanging a single word.
I’d spent the entire day watching the footage under the excuse of “gathering evidence,” jerking off the whole time. When I finally checked the clock, it was almost time for her to arrive.
I scrambled to clean up the house, and right on schedule Seoyeon barged in the same way she always did.
As I ate the food she’d brought, my thoughts drifted.
I still hadn’t sorted everything out in my head.
And every time I looked at Seoyeon’s face, the video I’d just watched flashed through my mind.
“Hajun...? Hajun...?”
“Uh—uh! Yeah! Yeah!”
“...? What’s with you?”
I’d been so startled that the words came out wrong.
As I answered, Seoyeon’s face in front of me overlapped with the Seoyeon from the video. I dropped my gaze.
I still didn’t have the courage to look her in the eye.
“Ah—it’s nothing.”
“.........?”
My reactions had been getting weirder by the day. Seoyeon tilted her head, puzzled.
What was I supposed to do?
At first I’d planned to secure solid proof and then confront her.
Let’s not do this anymore.
We’re family. This isn’t right.
But no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t see myself turning our relationship back to what it used to be.
Every time I looked at Seoyeon’s face from now on, the Seoyeon from that video would rise up in my mind.
So what was I supposed to do going forward?
“Hajun, you’re done eating, right?”
“...Yeah.”
“Here.”
Still only halfway through organizing my thoughts, I answered half-heartedly. Something appeared right in front of my eyes—Seoyeon holding it out to me.
“.........”
That thing she always used to put me to sleep.
How could I forget it?
When you got right down to it, this was the very reason I was stuck in this mess of thoughts right now.
“What are you doing? Hurry up and drink it.”
“.........”
Across the table, Seoyeon rested her chin in her hand and smiled sweetly, urging me on.
I felt like I was finally starting to understand the face of the girl who had always just looked pure and kind.
Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes weren’t.
No—if anything, there was a flicker of madness in them.
I should tell her the truth right now. Talk it out with her.
It wasn’t too late yet.
“.........”
But my hand slowly reached out toward the cup she was offering.
Slowly... as if savoring that bitter taste, I let it slide down my throat.
“There’s a good boy~.”
Watching Seoyeon reach out and stroke my hair, I thought to myself:
The more evidence, the better...
Just a little longer.
Just until I finished sorting out my thoughts.
Until then, I’d play along with her and keep gathering proof.
I’m absolutely... absolutely not doing this because I like it...
I had believed I’d set a trap Seoyeon could never escape from. Instead, I was the one slowly being pulled into hers.
A few days later.
“.........”
After class I headed toward Hajun’s place, lost in thought.
Hajun had been strange lately.
He spent more and more time just zoning out, and he answered less quickly when I called his name.
But if you asked whether his attitude toward me had turned cold, that wasn’t it either.
He kept glancing away from my eyes, stammering like he was hiding something, dodging conversation.
Whenever I sat right next to him on the sofa, he would suddenly jump up and flee into his room. That had been happening a lot too.
The version of him who’d said “Let’s talk” after meeting Dongjun—like he’d figured something out—had completely vanished.
Today I was going to find out exactly what was going on.
—Bang!
“Hajun! I’m home!”
My expression had been blank, but I quickly put on the face Hajun knew—the affectionate one—and threw the front door wide open, calling out to him warmly.
At the sound of my voice, a clattering noise came from inside. Hajun opened his bedroom door, stepped into the living room, and greeted me.
“Y-yeah! You’re here! Seoyeon!”
“.........”
Something was definitely off.
Sensing the suspicion, I stared straight at him. Once again he avoided my eyes.
“I-I’m gonna go wash up! J-just sit in the living room! The room’s a mess so don’t go in, okay? Got it?!”
“...Okay.”
I watched Hajun hurry into the bathroom. Once the door closed and I heard the water running, I moved.
There was something.
I opened the bedroom door he’d just come out of.
This...
The moment I opened it, a smell hit me.
A smell I’d inhaled dozens of times by now.
The smell of cum.
“.........”
A cold draft was coming through the window, thinning it out, but there was no mistaking it.
I’d tasted Hajun’s cum enough times that there was no way I could forget that scent.
For the past few days I’d thought a familiar smell was lingering around his place. So this was it.
...What’s this?
Beside the bed sat a strange machine I’d never seen before—something that looked a bit like a snowman.
I picked it up, examined it carefully, and realized what it was.
So our Hajun... already knew, huh...?
It definitely hadn’t been here before.
He’d brought it in recently. That much was clear.
Ever since he’d talked with Dongjun, something about Hajun had felt off...
Now I thought I understood why.
I also thought I understood why, after saying he wanted to talk, he’d spent the last few days unable to meet my eyes and quietly avoiding me.
Watching Hajun act like he knew everything yet said nothing... a fun little idea came to me.
.........
I set the home camera back in its place, then slowly walked out of the room. As I left, I glanced at the mirror on the wall.
There I was, smiling like a girl who’d just found a very interesting new toy.
“Here. Drink this.”
“.........”
Once again, without fail, Seoyeon held the cup out to me. I stared at it, lost in thought.
I needed to stop this soon too.
Today Seoyeon had barged in suddenly and I’d nearly been caught red-handed.
If she found out like this, it was over.
No more “evidence” or anything else—it would truly be the end.
Last time... this is really the last time...
This was truly the final time.
Once today passed and tomorrow came, I would tell Seoyeon.
Stop here. That’s enough.
But my body moved against that resolve. I took the cup from her hand and downed it in one go.
“There’s a good boy~.”
“.........”
Seoyeon stroked my hair, then gave my butt a couple of light pats.
Just like always, I went straight into the bedroom and lay down.
Any moment now I would drift off to sleep.
Really the last time... this is truly the last time...
I neatly folded my hands together and made a firm vow in my heart.
.........
But something felt wrong.
Normally I would have been long asleep by now, yet my mind was still perfectly clear.
The moment I realized something had gone wrong, Seoyeon was already walking into the room.
“.........”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to sleep as Seoyeon approached and gently stroked my cheek.
This...
I’m fucked...