Senior Eunji Under Blackmail(?) "Y-You're Gonna Fuck Me!? What the Hell Does That Mean!!♥"
Not just her face—Eunji's ears were turning bright red with embarrassment as she floundered, at a complete loss. Hmm... this is different from the reaction I expected...
I'd been a bit tense at first, wondering if she'd lash out or even swing at me when I said that. But now, she was blushing like any ordinary girl, completely thrown off—nothing like what I'd imagined.
She's not reacting like she hates it...
"Y-You're crazy! Saying something like that to your senior... N-No matter how you slice it... Hoo♥"
The corner of her mouth twitched, like she was fighting back a smile. Right now, I was blackmailing Senior Eunji, but she looked like she'd just received a confession and didn't know how to handle it.
Was she always like this?
Even digging through my pre-regression memories, Senior Eunji had always been stoic and cool until we parted ways. She didn't hate me, but she kept her distance because my scent drove her wild, making her lose control. I had no idea why she liked my smell so much, but she always came off as icy. Yet here she was, in a blackmail situation, showing such girly expressions and behavior that I found myself staring blankly.
"U-Uh! A-Anyway, you're blackmailing me with these photos because you want to fuck me, right?"
"Ah... yeah... that's right."
She seemed to snap out of it, trying to act nonchalant, but it was too late. Her face was still flushed, though she forced a serious expression as she spoke.
"You could just confess and do it..."
"Pardon? What was that?"
"N-Nothing! More importantly, you have no intention of just deleting those photos?"
She gazed at me with eyes that subtly hoped for something. Things were veering way off from what I'd planned, leaving me a little flustered too, but I kept my cool on the surface.
"Should I just delete them all and send them over?"
"Huh?......"
Her face fell into a mix of surprise and disappointment. Shouldn't you be making that face right now...? The thought crossed my mind, but I stuck to the original plan.
"Kidding. No plans to delete them."
"Y-Yeah, figured as much."
Her mouth twitched upward again, but she pretended not to notice.
"Just like I said—I'm blackmailing you because I want to fuck you, Senior... so no letting you off easy."
Smooth...
"Hng♥"
I rested my hand on her thigh and stroked lightly; she flinched but didn't push me away.
"G-Got it... When blackmailed like this, I can't refuse♥"
Things were going according to plan, but it felt oddly off. I'd expected more resistance, maybe a couple rejections, but she folded so easily to the blackmail. It didn't make sense.
Does she really like me?
Not just my scent—maybe she liked me. She'd never shown any sign of it before regression or now, so her reaction was throwing me for a loop.
I was doing this blackmail to prevent her life from falling apart. If I did nothing, she'd drop out of school soon—not because of my threats, but because she couldn't overcome her slump and quit swimming. I still remembered her calling me before she left, saying she didn't hate me, that she liked my scent, then vanishing sadly. Later, through connections, I heard she'd sought hypnosis therapy for mental strain, only for the therapist to assault her mid-session, leaving her traumatized. She never recovered from the slump or trauma, cut off all contact, and faded away. Maybe she'd lived a hard life like mine pre-regression. To stop that, I planned to resolve her slump myself.
That's just an excuse, though.
Truth be told, I really liked Senior Eunji. Unlike my awkward younger self, she was always cool and confident—I admired her deeply. Back then, I thought she hated me, so I never approached. But now was different. I wanted to help the senior I idolized shine even brighter without breaking. And more than that, I wanted to fuck her. Post-regression, I had zero regrets or lingering attachments. That's why I resorted to blackmail to claim her.
She's been avoiding me, so I went with this forceful approach... maybe I didn't need to.
Her reaction was obvious even to someone dense—definitely favorable, if not full-on love. Maybe confessing outright would've been better, but what was done was done.
"Alright. Then for the next month, you'll be my slave, Senior."
"A month? Isn't that kinda short..."
"....."
She muttered it softly, but I caught it. Her tone suggested the "slave" part bothered her less than the short duration. She didn't even look like a blackmail victim.
I knew her fetish made her a masochist, but I didn't expect zero pushback on becoming a slave.
It was absurd, but better than fierce resistance. Despite my expectations, things were heading in an even more positive direction.
"Then that's it for today—come when I call next time."
"Huh? We're done?"
"Yeah?"
"If... y-you're blackmailing me, do it properly... or I might... uh! Go to the cops."
Face red, she was beating around the bush that she didn't want to part like this. I was gonna hold back today...
I'd planned to let her go easy today, giving her time to prepare mentally since she had no experience with guys. But...
"...You're right. Can't just send you off like this—you might run to the cops..."
Thud!
"Kyaa!?♥"
I grabbed her wrist and roughly shoved her onto the bed.
"T-Taesu♥..."
Not her usual bold, chic self—just a woman lying on the bed, looking up at me.
"I'll show you with my body that this isn't a joke."
"Ah♥"
As I slowly approached her tense face, I decided to loosen my restraint a bit.
........................
I-I said it out loud♥
Taesu seemed ready to let her go today, so she'd blurted it out like she was reverse-blackmailing him. She had no idea why, but her heart pounded wildly as he approached. When she learned he was the culprit, she was stunned; when he said he wanted to fuck her, her heart raced like mad. Her face and ears burned red, and she struggled to keep her lips from curling up. In a word: joy. It was weird to feel this way toward the guy blackmailing her with masturbation photos, but emotions weren't rational.
"I'll make sure you can't go to the cops."
Thud.
"Eut♥"
He roughly pinned both her wrists above her head. She strained against it but couldn't break free.
So this is a man's strength♥...
She'd never truly fought a guy before—just light sparring in boxing, tapping each other. She'd thought it was manageable then, but now, gripped by Taesu, her mind changed completely. No matter how she resisted, she couldn't overpower a man like him. Instinct told her she'd be overpowered, handled exactly as he wanted.
Or maybe Taesu's special...
Unlike other guys, he gave off a pleasurable scent. Up close now, it hit even stronger.
Way thicker than from his clothes♥
She clung to her sanity, afraid a moment's lapse would have her sniffing like a maniac. He wasn't even sweaty, but his scent was more intense than ever. During massages, his touch distracted her from it, but this close, it was pure ecstasy.
"Do you know what expression you're making right now, Senior?"
"Huh?"
His sudden question snapped her back.
"You're wearing the face of a bitch in heat."
"Eut♥ W-What are you talking about♥"
His whisper in her ear made her whole body tremble—not from fear, but excitement. One slip, and she'd devolve into yesterday's vulgar masturbation.
"Well... things went way off track from what I thought... but brace yourself today."
"Haaah♥"
She'd thought it was just his scent. His awkward side wasn't her type, so she'd never seen him as a man. Sure, his looks and body were decent... but she'd pegged him as just a junior with a nice smell. Now, everything—scent, voice, face, body—turned her on.
Why am I like this♥
Eunji, who'd never truly loved anyone, found men's scents a huge barrier to liking them. Unfamiliar with the feeling, she couldn't identify her emotions now. She just felt herself becoming a mere woman before Taesu. As his face drew nearer, she closed her eyes.