You're Doing This on Purpose, Aren't You? Trying to Screw Me Over
(Shin Down)
After all that hemming and hawing, Areum finally planted her ass down next to me.
She tugged the blanket tighter around herself and stole glances at my face.
"Um…."
The moment I tried to start a conversation just between the two of us, I had no idea where to begin or how to even open my mouth. Given the weight of the situation, I sat there picking through the right words in my head, lost in thought.
"Hey, so… haah… what do we do."
Once I'd sorted myself out and looked at her face, the hopelessness hit me all over again.
"Wh-what do you mean, what do we do."
"…What are we supposed to do from here on out."
I had plenty I wanted to say, but in the end it all just boiled down to blaming someone else. Drawing lines of right and wrong at this point felt pointless. Even if I forced the issue, nothing would change.
I flopped back.
"Just… give me a second. Let me think a little more."
Pretending none of it had ever happened and living like nothing was wrong—that was probably physically impossible. Too much had already gone down for that. So then, admitting each other's faults and making a clean peace… I wasn't sure about that either. Everything had started because of me, and whether a sudden "I'm sorry" would even clear the bitterness out of Areum was a total unknown. And if it did work that way, a tiny part of me still felt a little cheated.
"Why do you keep thinking all by yourself? What's the problem?"
Areum's face loomed over mine. Her long hair spilled down around us.
"…You gonna move your hair?"
"You said this was our conversation. Why are you worrying alone and stressing alone?"
The strands brushing my face tickled. And that dead-serious expression of hers, layered on top of the already heavy mood, was starting to feel like a lot of pressure.
"Just scoot over first. It tickles."
So I used the tickling as an excuse and flicked at her face. Honestly, I was also a little scared of whatever might come flying out of that mouth next.
"No. You talk first."
She grabbed my hand and pushed me to hurry up. Her face was flushed with a strange heat, mottled red.
"Ah, for fuck's sake… get off me."
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Ugh, so loud."
I yanked the blanket she'd wrapped herself in straight down. Areum jerked upright in surprise, and her breasts bounced and swayed right in front of me.
"Y-youuu! Is this—is this why you called me over?!"
"What 'why.' I told you to quit making a scene, didn't I?"
As if it were somehow newly embarrassing to show her chest at this point, she went bright red. If she was going to act like this, she should've just put some clothes on before coming in.
"Shit… seriously…."
Areum grumbled and gathered the blanket back around herself, this time pulling it all the way over her head and bundling up tight.
"Hah… try that shit one more time and just you wait…."
"Heh… and what are you gonna do if you 'wait.'"
That sudden shift in her expression was familiar. The look that treated me like a bug, the open irritation written all over her face—those actually put me more at ease.
"So what are you gonna do about it?"
"D-don't—!"
"Jesus… throwing a tantrum now?"
She twisted her body, trying to slip out of my grip. But on a bed with nowhere to run, I had her again in no time. She flopped onto her stomach and tried to hold out, but I just peeled the blanket off her with one smooth pull.
Smack—!
Her ass jiggled hard under my palm.
"You pulled that shit again. Now what."
"Shiiit…."
Smack—!!
"Ahn!"
"You keep trying to play cute on the sly?"
"…I'm cute?"
"Heh… no."
Smack—!
"Ahht! Stop hitting me, you crazy bastard!"
"You're the one who keeps cussing and getting yourself hit."
This was what suited us. All that productive fretting about the future and what came next—none of it fit. All the worrying I'd forced myself through felt completely useless. At least for right now.
"Haah… I'm going to sleep."
"…You called me over and now you're talking nonsense?"
I lay down like I couldn't even be bothered to answer. I closed my eyes and shifted around, hunting for a comfortable position. Soft bed—my own familiar bed. Tonight was going to be a peaceful night. Or so I thought.
"…Hey. Shin Down."
A soft rustle of fabric.
"I'm going to sleep, so just go. Ah… but leave the blanket. Mm…."
I asked for the blanket, and there she was, completely bare, staring at me.
"D-did I do something wrong again…?"
"…What are you talking about. Who said you did anything wrong?"
"You called me… so I came, and now you're suddenly telling me to g-go… what did I do wrong?"
"Haah, no…? I'm just a little tired, that's all."
The serious face, then the usual face—and now it was a tearful one. She looked at me with the same expression I'd seen in the parking lot earlier.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…."
"What are you even sorry for? I said it's not that."
"Hic… I don't know… I don't know… but I'm still sorry…."
She must have thought I was scolding her. She kept shaking her head and muttering apologies over and over.
This isn't like her at all….
So now Areum was bowing her head to me, apologizing for some wrong she couldn't even name, just trying to soothe my mood.
"Hey… it's fine. I—haah… if anyone should be sorry, it's me. Why the hell are you the one apologizing."
"N-no! I was wrong… I shouldn't have done that, it's all my fault…."
She just kept repeating the same lines, over and over, about how sorry she was to me. I was the one receiving the apology and somehow I felt even worse.
"Ah, shit… you gonna keep talking crap? You're doing this on purpose to mess with me, aren't you?"
"Th-this too… I'm sorry… I was wrong…."
"No, I said it's fine… just let me rest, and you rest too."
"Nooo… I—hic… I said I was wrong first, damn iiiit!!"
Areum finally started dripping tears. Watching her, my chest only got more tangled.
"Hey. Park Areum. What… is actually going on with you. I said I'm fine. Ah, okay… okay, I get it… I'll accept the apology, so can we just rest now, yeah?"
"Nooooo! That's not how it wooorks!!"
With her face twisted up in pure misery, Areum started yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Then what the hell do you want me to do. Just stop crying first, okay?"
The old saying about never trusting a woman's tears floated up in my head. When things don't go their way, crying is just in a woman's nature—or so they said.
"Hic, hup…! Hn… hic!"
"Ugh…."
This time she clapped a hand over her mouth at my words, trying to hold it in—and then the hiccups started. With the whole atmosphere sliding further and further into weirdness, I pressed a hand to my forehead.
"Hic!"
"Hey. Hey. Enough, just stop holding it in. Ah… I'm losing my mind."
I patted her back the same way I had earlier.
"…You keep acting like this and now I want to cry. Cut it out."
"Hic, hiiiiing… why—hic—why would you cryyy!"
"Ow, my ears. Can you stop screaming for a second."
I had no idea what we were even doing at this hour of the night. Between the sheer absurdity of it and Areum bawling her eyes out, all I could do was keep trying to calm her down.
"Hey. Go home already."
"…No."
After crying for a long while and finally quieting down, Areum showed no sign of leaving. She settled in right next to me and lay down like she belonged there.
"Be honest. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Trying to screw me over."
Even after everything that had gone down with Sarang, Areum was still completely naked and making herself at home in my bed. It might as well have been a death sentence aimed straight at me.
"Why would I. I'm nooot…."
"…If you don't leave right now, you're gonna regret it."
"Nooo! I'm not going!"
I desperately wanted her to leave. It was useless. If anything, she burrowed in closer and clung tighter.
"I told you. You're going to regret this."
If she wouldn't go on her own, I'd just make her want to. Simple enough idea. The second that thought crossed my mind, I reached for her breast.
"Hnn…!"
"Still not leaving?"
"Haaang!"
I twisted the tiny nipple nestled in the center of that full breast. It still wasn't hard—barely the size of a grain of rice—and I worked it roughly between my fingers.
"Haak, hahht! Hnnngh… be a little gentler, please…."
"……."
Her body jerked and thrashed like she was having a fit, but the reaction felt a little different. It wasn't pure pain so much as something laced with pleasure.
"Sllurp, suuuck. Suuuuuck!!"
"Hnn… hn…."
Without missing a beat, I brought my mouth to the other breast. This wasn't gentle caressing—I sucked hard enough to make wet, lewd sounds, trying to make it hurt.
"Haaang… a little softer…."
A hand cradling the back of my head made me flinch. For a second I thought she was about to grab a fistful of hair and rip it out. Instead she just stroked slowly through it.
"Sllurp, suck… mmph…."
"Ahn…! Now it—it feels weird…."
I was feeling pretty weird myself. The nipple stiffening between my lips, the soft moans turning more and more honeyed, the way Areum twisted and wrapped herself around me—all of it felt strange and wrong and right at the same time.
"Sllurp… haah, enough. Just… do whatever you want. I'm actually going to sleep."
I turned to face the wall. At this rate something big was going to happen, so I steadied my quickening breath and put my back to her.
"Haah, hnn… hn…."
In the quiet room, Areum's soft moans still carried. And my heart was hammering hard enough to shake my whole chest.
"You're really… hnn… gonna sleep like this…?"
"Hey. Hey—"
A hand had already slipped down and closed around my crotch. I was already bulging so hard it looked ready to tear through my pants.
"Shin Dooown…."
That voice tickling my ear turned my whole body to stone. Then she grabbed me and rolled me over to face her.
"Here… hnnn! Haaa…."
She took my hand and guided it between her legs.
Squish—
"Haaaaang… you really gonna sleep…? When I'm this wet?"
I swallowed hard.
Areum slowly rolled her hips. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, and the wet, sticky sounds started filling the room.