Gaslighting
“Then you’d better submit to me right now.”
“Huh? Oppa… w-what does that mean…?”
Nayeon’s voice came out in pure shock, her tone trembling with raw panic. The heartbeat she imagined over the phone felt so close, so real, as she realized the man she leaned on most and feared most in the world had just declared he would take her dearest friend.
“What do you think it’d be like?”
Nayeon couldn’t answer. From the receiver came only ragged breathing and a faint, broken sigh. The terror that flooded her when I had accepted her friend’s invitation far outstripped the shock she had felt at hearing it in the first place, leaving her mind completely frozen.
“If something like that happened… would you hate me?”
“……”
Only Nayeon’s desperate, broken breaths answered, intermittent and thick with silence. While I had been pushing her to her absolute limit, my voice suddenly softened. I let out a light, fake chuckle.
“That was just a joke. Eunji is Nayeon’s best friend, after all. It’s only natural I’d take care of her.”
“Ah…”
Only then did a sigh of relief, laced with gratitude, slip from Nayeon’s lips. But I had no intention of giving her even a shred of true peace. I slipped a secret poison into my gentle tone and locked her deeper into the psychological chain I had forged.
“But if I take good care of Eunji and you end up feeling bad or jealous… I wonder if you’ll finally understand what it’s like to feel the same way a real boyfriend does.”
“……”
Nayeon fell silent again. Her mind, tangled in chaos, poured straight through the phone. I waited until the crack showed, then drove the wedge in with a perfectly calm, deadly question.
“Or… why don’t you just tell Eunji the truth about our relationship? If she has feelings for me, it’ll be much cleaner if we start with everything out in the open. It’ll be less painful for you than keeping it hidden.”
“Eh…? Ah, Oppa, please…! That can never happen…!”
Nayeon’s voice shattered in an instant, cracking like thin ice. She had no room left for jealousy or the mental gymnastics I had thrown at her. All she felt was the raw, terrifying image of her most intimate, filthy secret being overheard by her closest friend.
The obscene sight of her lying naked on the floor after being taken by an older man while her boyfriend watched would be laid bare, along with the knowledge that she would lose her friend and everything she had left in the world.
“I’m sorry, Oppa. I’ll answer your calls right away. I’ll send the photos immediately too… and I’ll never tell Eunji anything….”
In the end, her trembling answer came through, hollow and broken. Broken by the precise pressure of jealousy and exposure, Nayeon only tightened the invisible collar I had placed around her throat.
“It’s our secret, right? You won’t tell anyone. I believe you. Okay? Pack well. Send me a message before you sleep.”
I hung up. Staring at my own face reflected in the dark monitor, my mind raced through dozens of scenarios. What was Nayeon thinking right now? She had probably collapsed onto her bed in her room, staring blankly at the ceiling while she unpacked and folded her clothes, replaying every word I had thrown at her like a mantra.
She was drowning in the fear that her hidden, filthy acts would be revealed to Eunji. And the sick contradiction of having a boyfriend yet sneaking off for physical pleasure with an older man. Those two emotions were already tangling inside her paralyzed mind like smoke in a room where a gas lamp has been slowly dimmed, while the husband keeps whispering, “You’re imagining it,” until she can no longer tell whether the light is truly fading or her eyes have simply gone blind.
I was doing the same to her, gently twisting her guilt and terror to justify my twisted logic, planting a single seed of doubt deep in her heart. I didn’t need to explain it to her myself. Once her mind was in chaos, those strange compromises would sprout on their own.
“Eunji’s been lonely ever since her dad left… So maybe it’s kind of good that Oppa is here to fill that hole. She’s my best friend, and if the Oppa I like is taking care of her… it’s not bad, right? Besides, I can’t expect him to only look at me when I have a boyfriend of my own.”
Those half-formed thoughts would sink into her unconscious like slow poison. Eventually Nayeon would convince herself that Oppa was my master, but I was allowed to meet others too, and she would engrave that twisted loyalty into her bones.
Still, I wanted to know her true feelings. What would the Nayeon who had swallowed and rationalized my perfect gaslighting feel when I finally took Eunji completely? I had silenced her with the word “joke” and taken full control of her mind, but tomorrow after lunch, when Nayeon left for her room, Eunji would be alone there. The empty space was not an emptiness; it was an open invitation to the next hunt. Excitement bubbled up inside me.
Late at night, the voice on the other end of the line had settled into perfect calm. I lay back on my bed, leaning deep into the pillows, and answered in the soft, fatherly voice I used when I took care of a little girl.
“I’m all packed and ready to go to sleep now.”
“You washed up and brushed your teeth properly?”
“Yes.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Just… a comfortable cotton T-shirt and shorts.”
“Show me.”
It was an entirely natural request, yet a heartbeat of silence passed. A shy, rising breath slipped through the receiver.
“It’s embarrassing… um, just a second.”
A soft chime sounded, and a photo arrived. In the image, Nayeon sat curled on her bed in an oversized T-shirt. No makeup, her bare white thighs slightly exposed, strangely seductive.
“Pretty. Did you turn off the light?”
“Yes.”
“Then close your eyes.”
“Eh…? …Okay, I’m closing them.”
I lowered my voice, whispering close to her ear.
“Right now Nayeon’s fingers are my lips. Touch the back of your hand with them. Very slowly. Imagine my lips gently tickling you.”
“Ahh… it tickles…”
“Now slide your hand up from your wrist to your elbow.”
“Mmmh… it really tickles…”
“Your armpit too.”
“Mmm…”
My imagination was the deadliest aphrodisiac. With her eyes shut and her ears locked on my voice, Nayeon was already lost in the hallucination that my hands were tearing her apart. I drove the stake in deeper.
“Put my hand inside your shirt… gently licking your belly button.”
“Ah, really… huuuh…”
“Then I move up to your chest. I roll your nipple with my lips… then I bite down with my teeth.”
“Ahh…!”
A sharp cry tore through the phone. The rustle of sheets filled with her thrashing body.
“Twist your nipple with your fingers.”
“Uuuah… Oppa, I’m gonna lose it…!”
“Nayeon, are you wet already?”
“……I don’t know.”
“Slide your fingers down and touch me.”
“……Hah.”
A short gasp, followed by the wet, obscene sound of fingers moving.
“It’s so… so wet…”
“Just hearing Oppa’s voice and you’re already this wet? You must’ve been thinking dirty things in your head.”
“Mmm… no, Oppa…”
Her denial was already soaked with tears and trembling. I kept issuing commands to break what was left of her self-control.
“Rub the gap roughly, then press your wet fingers firmly on my clit.”
“Hic…!”
“Keep rubbing in circles. Make the rubbing sound loud enough for Oppa to hear.”
“Ahhhheek! Wait, Oppa…!”
Reacting to the heat coming through the phone, I pulled out my already rock-hard cock and began stroking it roughly. The animal heat racing through every nerve in my body made me groan.
