Chapter 7
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 7
It was a good while later when Eun-ah finally woke from her sleep.
“Nnngh...”
Her closed eyes fluttered open. Sensing she was awake, Dokyun forced his voice into the gentlest tone he could manage.
“Are you... awake?”
Eun-ah’s eyes rolled toward the sound of his voice. For a brief moment, their gazes met. As soon as she recognized Dokyun, her eyes crinkled into a soft smile.
“Hehe...”
A breathy, vacant laugh escaped her lips. Seeing this, Dokyun swallowed hard.
I can do this, right? No, I can. I can do this, Chae Dokyun!
I am the perfect gentleman. The ultimate charmer. The smoothest operator.
Dokyun began to hypnotize himself, recalling every suave man he’d ever seen on the internet and trying to channel their energy.
Alright!
His confidence fully charged, Dokyun curled his lips into a smile and spoke to Eun-ah in the sweetest voice he could muster.
“They say sleeping beauties are real... I see they weren’t wrong.”
He grinned, baring his teeth, and squeezed one eye shut in a wink.
That was good!
He was quite satisfied with that one. It was the kind of smooth line that could probably get him a barista’s number at a café.
Brimming with confidence, Dokyun looked at Eun-ah. Her face was still clouded with sleep. She blinked slowly, as if replaying his words in her head. Then, once she seemed to understand, her expression was wiped clean.
“What was that...?”
Her husky voice was laced with an icy chill.
That was not good!
It was clearly the wrong move. Dokyun scrambled to recover, hastily making an excuse.
“Wh-what was what?”
Eun-ah looked up at him, her expression clearly displeased. Dokyun hid his rising tension and added another line.
“Did you have a bad dream...? You don’t look so good...”
“A dream... Ah... a dream...”
Hearing his words, Eun-ah seemed to remember something. She nodded to herself and muttered under her breath.
Phew...
It seemed he’d managed to smooth it over. Apparently, she wasn’t a fan of sweet-talkers. Just as Dokyun was sighing in relief, Eun-ah, now fully awake, suddenly blushed a deep red and spoke to him in a startled tone.
“I’m... I’m sooorry... I... I accidentally fell asleep...”
“No, it’s fine. You must have been tired. Yes, people have to sleep when they’re tired. You had a lot to do today, didn’t you?”
You must be exhausted after using all that strength to kidnap me.
He didn’t have the courage to say it out loud, so he let the sarcasm fly freely in his mind. His insides were twisted in knots, but he had to keep humoring her, just as he’d planned. He had to test the waters, tossing out a line.
“Y-yes... I’m so embarrassed...”
Watching Eun-ah blush with shame, Dokyun hid his true feelings and continued speaking with the kindest smile he could manage.
“By the way... my shoulders are a little stiff...? This position is a bit...”
“Ah...!”
At his words, Eun-ah let out a small gasp, as if she’d just realized something, and lifted her upper body.
Untie me! Please.
Just having his hands free would allow him to do so much more than he could now. Dokyun prayed with all his might.
“I... I’ll... I’ll give you a shoulder massage...!”
“Ah, yes... Thank you.”
“J-just a moment...”
Not a chance. Eun-ah scrambled to her feet, untied the rope around Dokyun’s waist, and grabbed his torso. Grunting with effort, she began to pull his upper body into a sitting position.
“Nnngh...”
Wait, I was tied down there, too?
He hadn’t known. He hadn’t even thought of trying to sit up while she was there, and when he was alone, he’d just assumed his body was too heavy to move.
No fucking wonder I couldn’t move.
The darkness of the room had hidden it from him.
“Ugh...”
A groan escaped his throat. He hadn’t been lying about his shoulders being stiff. After lying tied up all day, his entire body ached. As he was forced upright, it felt like every part of him was screaming in protest.
Once Dokyun was sitting up completely, Eun-ah moved behind him and began to gently tap his shoulders.
“There...”
Tap. Tap.
There was almost no force behind it. The strength he’d felt when she’d beaten him earlier was nowhere to be found.
She’s just enjoying this, isn’t she?
He could hear her giggling. The shoulder massage was just an excuse; it was obvious she was using the situation to satisfy her own desires.
If you’re going to hit me anyway, at least do it hard enough to loosen these knots.
Sighing internally, Dokyun engraved the mission statement ‘Act as kind as humanly possible’ into his brain and spoke to Eun-ah.
“Um... Eun-ah-ssi? It’s a little too gentle. Could you maybe do it a little harder?”
“Y-yes...? Ha... harder...”
Eun-ah’s hands froze on his shoulders. He could feel a searing heat radiating from her touch. She kept muttering the word “harder” to herself.
A sudden chill—!
What the hell is that crazy bitch imagining!
A shiver shot up his spine.
That... that perverted bitch!
She acted so innocent, but her mind was clearly filled with filth. He felt sweat begin to pour from his skin at the sheer creepiness emanating from her. Dokyun quickly opened his mouth to take back his words.
“Ah... actually, you don’t have to...”
“Yes! Harder! I’ll do it harder for you!”
Before Dokyun could finish, Eun-ah cut him off, her words rushing out. Her voice was perfectly clear, without a hint of her usual stutter.
Wait... is the stuttering just an act?
“Haha... Okay...”
He forced a smile. His skin was crawling. The die was cast. His body was now going to be sacrificed to this unhinged woman’s sinister desires. It was hopeless.
Gulp.
The sound of Eun-ah swallowing echoed in the silent room.
Shit...
It hadn’t even been a full day since he was kidnapped. Dokyun figured this was probably the most he had ever cursed in his entire life. The situation was just that unbearable without it.
Knead. Knead.
Eun-ah began to massage his shoulders, her hands fumbling.
Why are you kneading me! Just hit me!
The perversion radiating from her touch was terrifying. The sensation of her hands slithering over his shoulders made his skin crawl so much he wanted to die. As Dokyun squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the feeling, Eun-ah’s voice whispered near his ear.
“Hehe... D-does it feel good...?”
“Yeees... Hk...!”
As he answered, a hand slid down the nape of his neck, and he sharply inhaled. Ignoring him, Eun-ah’s hands began to roam, her massage covering more and more territory as she continued in a drunken-sounding tone.
“I... I’ll make you feel... feel really good...”
Huuu... Huuu...
Her ragged breathing tickled his ear. Her hands traveled down from his shoulders and began to grope his biceps. Goosebumps erupted all over his body.
“H-here too...”
After kneading his biceps for a while, her hands moved back up, pressing firmly against his shoulder blades.
“Haaa... here too...”
After pressing his shoulder blades for some time, her hands suddenly pressed hard against his spine and began to slide down.
A violent shiver—!
“Hk...! Stop!!”
An involuntary, scream-like groan burst from Dokyun’s lips. At his protest, Eun-ah stopped, tilting her head. She stared at him blankly with completely intoxicated eyes.
“Yes...?”
“Stop. I-it feels fine now!”
His entire body was covered in goosebumps. Dokyun stopped her with an attitude that screamed over my dead body.
If I’d let her continue, she would have gone for my ass.
Dokyun turned his head to look at Eun-ah. Her eyes were vacant and unfocused, her chest heaved with ragged breaths, and her throat bobbed as she repeatedly swallowed. The corners of her mouth twitched.
You trashy, perverted groper!
He felt tears welling up in his eyes. He was so scared. Dokyun swore to himself that if he ever got out of this alive, he would never watch groping-themed porn again. This was how terrifying it was to be molested.
As Dokyun stared at her, Eun-ah, still lost in her emotions, tilted her head to the side and asked him.
“...Why...?”
“What?”
“Why... why... why are you stopping me...? Why? Why? Why? Why?”
Fuck...
A cold dread washed over him. This was dangerous. A different kind of danger than before. Her cheeks were flushed bright red, but her glistening eyes were terrifying.
If I refuse her here...
It would push her berserk button. He had to prevent that at all costs, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let her touch his body any longer.
A plan. An excuse.
He had to find an excuse, anything. As Dokyun’s mind raced, searching for an escape route, Eun-ah had already closed the distance again. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed, knocking him over.
“Huh?”
Thud.
With his hands and feet bound, he couldn’t catch his balance and fell backward. In his shock, Eun-ah’s muttering pierced his ears.
“A little more... just a little more... I’ll... I’ll make you feel even better...”
As she climbed on top of his prone body, strands of her hair tickled his cheek. A hand came up and began to stroke his face.
Fuck...!
He had to think of something, fast. Dokyun’s mind spun rapidly, and a single word popped into his head.
“Food!”
“Nnngh...?”
Thump.
Eun-ah’s movements stopped.
This is it!
Since waking up here, he hadn’t eaten a single meal. The situation had been so dire that he hadn’t even felt hungry, but no matter how little time had passed, it had to be about time to eat. Surely, she wouldn’t starve him. With that thought, the words tumbled out of Dokyun’s mouth.
“We have to eat! It’s...”
What time was it? He was completely cut off from the outside world, with no way to tell the time.
“Ah...”
As Dokyun’s mind churned, Eun-ah’s eyes began to focus, as if she were coming back to her senses. She let out a sigh of resignation.
“R-right... food.”
The hand stroking his cheek fell away. The hair obscuring his vision was brushed aside. It seemed he’d found the right answer.
Phew...
He’d survived another round. As long as he was tied up here, he couldn’t avoid this forever, but for now, he had made it through.
Sniffle.
“Hic... I-I’m sooorry... Y-you must be hungry...”
Eun-ah said in a tearful voice. When Dokyun looked at her, he saw her eyes were welling up with tears. There it was again. Her emotions swung so wildly it was hard to keep up. A surge of frustration rose within him.
Hooo... stay calm, stay calm.
Don’t get shaken. If I get swept up in this, it’ll end with her having a meltdown. Calming his bewilderment, Dokyun forced a kind tone and spoke to her.
“No, it’s okay. I was just worried you might be hungry, Eun-ah-ssi...”
“Ah... haaah...”
His words seemed to please her immensely. Eun-ah covered her blushing face with her hands.
“S-so kind...”
“Haha...”
I really hate this. But what could he do? Smiling at this spectacle was the only thing he could do right now. As Dokyun maintained his pained smile, hiding his churning stomach, Eun-ah retied the rope around his waist and stood up.
“W-well then, I’ll go... go get it ready...”
Slam.
Eun-ah left and the door closed. The tension drained from Dokyun’s body, and a sigh escaped his lips.
Haaa.
“Fucking psycho.”
In the sealed room, a loathing he could no longer contain hung in the air.