90. My Buff is a Drug
90. My Buff is a Drug
[ Choi Hye-yong : Well, this is a surprise. Our pretty Yuri actually reached out to me. ]
[ Choi Hye-yong : I'm incredibly happy. ]
BWEE-REEK!
He sent the chat and closed the screen, but the terminal rang within five seconds.
[ Park Yuri : I didn't send that to make you happy! ]
[ Park Yuri : And you crazy bastard! What do you mean, 'our pretty Yuri'! Fuck, that gave me chills! ]
Heh, really.
So shy.
[ Choi Hye-yong : Then why'd you send it? ]
[ Park Yuri : Fight me! No matter how I think about it, I can't get over how unfairly I lost that day. ]
[ Park Yuri : I'll definitely get my revenge! ]
[ Park Yuri : Get to the Sparring Ground by 5:10! ]
5:10, huh.
How much time was left?
The current time was.......
'Twenty minutes left. Even if the shuttle bus comes right away, it's gonna be tight.'
Still, since Park Yuri actually called him out, he couldn't exactly not go.
Hye-yong threw on a coat and left the room.
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The bus didn't come right away, so he was about five minutes late.
"You're late!"
Park Yuri, already in workout mode, snapped at him.
"Sorry, Yuri. Been waiting long? I rushed over because I didn't want to make you wait, but the bus wasn't there."
"You......! Quit that cheesy crap! Why are you acting all friendly! We're enemies if anything, not close enough to talk like that!"
Park Yuri lashed out wildly.
Hye-yong shot back a single line.
"No, I actually like you a lot."
"Wh, wha...... Why would you like me!"
"You're incredibly cute. And pretty."
Cu, cute?
Pretty?
'I've only ever heard that from my parents.'
She'd been called a delinquent plenty of times though.
Park Yuri felt a strange sensation for a moment.
"And you know, there's that thing called bonding through sex. The sex I had with you felt fucking amazing. So now I like you."
......Ah.
So he felt good too.
No.
What the hell am I thinking!
'He felt good too'—I actually thought that......!!
Park Yuri, angry at herself for thinking that way, deliberately lashed out.
"Saying something like that shamelessly in front of a girl. You pervert. You shameless piece of human trash! I feel so bad for Lanfang, having a scumbag like you for a boyfriend!"
"Whoa...... That's a little harsh."
"Nothing I said was wrong!"
Screech!
Park Yuri irritably yanked open the door to the Sparring Ground building.
"I'm going to beat the living crap out of you, so just follow me!"
Yeah, yeah.
Hye-yong chuckled lightly and followed her.
And then, a private sparring room.
Hye-yong and Yuri stood facing each other, each wearing knuckles.
"But do I really have to do this? What do I actually gain from this? I've got no reason to brawl with you."
Park Yuri said nothing, as if he'd hit a nerve.
Then she finally said.......
"Hm, hmph. Then how about we set a condition."
Aha, so that's how you want to play it.
"A condition? Are you sure about that? You're definitely going to lose. Didn't you feel the gap in our strength last time?"
"That confidence! I'll smash it to pieces today, for sure. I've been grinding my teeth training ever since that day. I won't lose to you!"
"Oh. So you'll agree to any condition, then?"
Park Yuri hesitated a moment before answering.
"W, well, I won't accept anything ridiculous like becoming your slave."
She was so ridiculously cute saying that while eyeing his reaction that Hye-yong almost burst out laughing.
"Ah, you chickened out! If you're sure you'll win, you should accept even a condition like that. Right?"
"I'm not falling for your obvious tricks! If not, just go then. But all the effort of coming here would be a total waste."
Hmm, right.
That would be a bit of a waste.
Anyway, fine.
She'd probably accept something like spending one night together like that day as a condition.
Which obviously meant se.......
......x, Hye-yong thought, then immediately reconsidered.
'Wait, is she maybe?'
Was this revenge thing just an excuse, and she actually showed up to get wrecked?
Because she just couldn't forget that night?
There was no guarantee, but Hye-yong, feeling like that was probably the case, smirked inwardly.
'Damn, plausible. Very plausible.'
Maybe this was a good chance to tease Park Yuri.
After thinking it over, Hye-yong finally stated his condition.
"Alright. Then for each knockdown, a kiss on my cheek. And the loser buys dinner tonight. How about that?"
A kiss, on the cheek?
"Just that much......? Huh?"
Park Yuri, thinking that didn't sound too hard, started to answer but then felt an immense sense of wrongness.
'I was sure a guy like him would demand that as a condition.......'
A kiss on the cheek.
And buying dinner?
"You, you. What are you thinking?"
"I'm not thinking anything much? I just want to get a kiss from you, Yuri. If I just asked you to do it, you'd never do it, right?"
"Of course I wouldn't!"
"See. That's my condition. If you don't want to accept it, say so. I'll leave right away."
"Hmph, do whatever you want!"
Snap!
Park Yuri finished her sentence almost like a threat and took a fighting pose.
'Let's see if all that teeth-grinding training paid off.'
Hye-yong invested all his cost into making combat-related buffs.
It was time to test which of them had gotten stronger.
Swish, swish-swish!
Thwack!
Just like that time, Park Yuri lunged in, throwing punches extremely aggressively.
He could dodge most of them, but had to block a few.
'This is way more relaxed than I thought it'd be.'
She said she'd been grinding her teeth training, but this was easier than last time.
The growth rate of Hye-yong's buffs far outpaced Park Yuri's training.
'Now.'
Whooosh!
When Hye-yong seized an opening and swung a big punch, Park Yuri flinched and threw her body backward.
That opening created another opening.
Whooosh!
A left punch followed by a right.
Park Yuri, dodging frantically, completely lost her stance.
When he lightly pushed her chest like that, she fell backwards, her back hitting the floor.
The first knockdown.
'Wh, what......!!'
She was sure she'd been the one pressuring him, but a single knockdown from two threatening punches.
Park Yuri was flustered.
She couldn't even properly understand what had happened.
'H, how. I trained like hell, but instead.......'
Instead, the gap seemed to have widened.
Even though it was a knockdown with no actual damage, Yuri couldn't bring herself to get up.
'How......!'
The reason she wanted to fight Hye-yong today was to overcome it.
The trauma he'd planted in her.
― Park Yuri. What's wrong with you? You seem unfocused.
― Ah, sorry. I'll concentrate.
The memory of taking off her clothes with every knockdown, being touched until she was driven mad with need, and then experiencing an enormous climax.
That, combined with the sexual frustration from her unsatisfying sex life, had turned Yuri's body slightly strange.
Whenever someone hit her and she fell, that memory would surface and she could no longer properly put strength into her body.
It was the result of her throwing tantrums, denying her sexual frustration, and deceiving herself.
'I tried so hard to knock this bastard down and overcome it.......'
Why had this guy gotten so much stronger?
Park Yuri felt both resentment and a pounding heartbeat.
'Ah...... shit. Because it's coming directly from this bastard, the feeling is even stronger.......'
Like this, she couldn't even fight properly!
Swoop.
Just then, a hand appeared in her vision.
Since she couldn't get up, Hye-yong had reached his hand out.
'Hmph.'
Park Yuri got up, deliberately not taking his hand.
"Ah, I'm a little hurt."
"Not my problem."
"It can't be helped. But you still gotta do what you gotta do, right?"
Hye-yong turned his cheek toward Yuri and tapped it with his index finger.
Meaning: since you got knocked down, hurry up and do what you promised.
'This.......'
Smooch!
Park Yuri pressed her lips to Hye-yong's cheek in the blink of an eye, then averted her gaze.
'Ah, nice.'
Deep kisses are good, but this fresh feeling isn't bad either.
A grin spread across his face on its own.
"Getting a kiss from you makes me so happy, Yuri."
Tch!
Park Yuri, thinking he was mocking her for losing, glared at Hye-yong.
'......What is it with this guy?'
But something was strange.
Hye-yong wasn't making a face like he was mocking her, but like he was genuinely happy.
Seeing him smile like he was so idiotically pleased made it impossible to see it as anything other than pure happiness at receiving a kiss from her.
'It was just lips touching my cheek for a second, what's there to be so happy about......?'
She was puzzled, but strangely, it didn't feel bad.
It was a really strange thing.
"Are we done now?"
"Yeah. Want to fight again?"
"Of course!"
They clashed again, but the result was the same.
Losing focus from attacks targeting her openings, then getting knocked down absurdly easily by a light hit.
This was already the fifth time.
There's nothing more humiliating than repeatedly falling for the same pattern.
'There's a gap in our level. I can't win.......'
The fact that she couldn't beat this man was etched clearly into Park Yuri's mind.
This sense of helplessness.
It was exactly the same as that time.
That night Hye-yong forced himself on her.
'Ah.......'
She didn't know why, but every time Hye-yong knocked her down, she felt a kind of tingling ache somewhere.
In that moment, she felt a throb in her lower belly.
If Hye-yong had set the exact same conditions as that day, by now she would have been.......
But not right now.
Choi Hye-yong was puffing out his cheek with a triumphant expression.
That's right.
The current condition was simply touching lips to a cheek.
She could do it half-heartedly and he wouldn't say a thing.
No matter how many times, he just made the same happy face.
Smooch.
Park Yuri got up weakly and lightly kissed Hye-yong's cheek.
She glanced at his face, and he had that same expression like he was happy to death.
'Is that really so good? Something as insignificant as this?'
Her lower belly throbbed again.
'Hngh.'
Why was that?
Losing was definitely something humiliating, something that should provoke rage.
But at some point, her body had started harboring a kind of anticipation toward this act of 'losing.'
But the dissatisfaction kept piling up.
Because the price of defeat was nothing more than a light peck on the cheek.
She felt an impulse to writhe and squirm.
"Want to keep going?"
"......."
The gap in skill was so wide that lunging at him anymore seemed pointless.
The helplessness was already engraved in her body, in her mind.
However, Park Yuri raised her fists again.
She couldn't deny it any longer.
Now she had no choice but to accept it.
The fact that right now, she was clenching her fists in order to lose, and that she was anticipating what that loss would bring.
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"That's it. Doing more seems pointless. Anyone could see I won, right?"
"......Ugh."
"As promised, you're buying dinner tonight."
Hye-yong tapped her lightly on the shoulder and pulled the knuckles off his hands.
In the end, really, truly.
Was it over just like this?
Park Yuri couldn't believe it.
'That time you kept knocking me down and forcing me, and this time you're saying it ends like this?'
What's wrong, Park Yuri.
Not getting messed with is a good thing, isn't i—.
'Shut up......!!'
She had just blown away the defense mechanism she'd used to protect her measly pride.
She wanted to be taken, wanted it so badly her body was burning up and she couldn't help it.
If it ended like this, ended in this ambiguous way, she felt like she wouldn't be able to live a normal daily life.
Her desire was piling up, but if she continued her usual hookups, she couldn't even reach a proper climax, let alone satisfaction.
And meanwhile, her masturbation was only getting more intense.
But even masturbation was no good.
Now, whenever she started wanting to cum but couldn't, feeling frustrated, she'd unconsciously recall it.
That moment Hye-yong had ruthlessly tormented her.
She'd even imagine Hye-yong and Lanfang, their faces flushed, panting for breath, ecstatically entwining their bodies.
She knew she shouldn't. Her pride screamed desperately at her, but she couldn't help it.
Because she couldn't find any relief otherwise.
She'd even considered dating a guy if women didn't work, but even that wasn't easy.
If she approached someone just to demand sex straight up, wouldn't that make her an absurd slut?
Even a prostitute wouldn't do that.
What would that guy think of her?
No matter how hot and bothered she got, that was one thing she absolutely couldn't tolerate.
And besides, she was scared.
What if she swallowed her pride, became a cheap girl who gave it up to anyone, and the sex with some other guy wasn't as good as she imagined?
That shame and disappointment seemed unbearable.
'I want to say it. I want to tell him to wreck me without mercy!'
For some reason, the repeated defeats and the engraved helplessness were driving Park Yuri mad with frustration.
But she couldn't bring herself to ask him to fuck her.
Because Park Yuri firmly believed Hye-yong was Lanfang's boyfriend.
Was there anything more trashy than suggesting an affair first!
So she wanted him to do it.
That evil, shameless man who'd casually cheat without a care, she wanted him to force her.
But what the hell was this.
He was just grinning like he was satisfied with a mere peck on the cheek.
'Unacceptable. Unacceptable!'
Park Yuri yelled at Hye-yong.
"Fight me!!"
"What?"
"I lost the sparring...... but I, I can win in bed!!"
Right, this was a contest.
Even if something happened as a price for losing, it wasn't her seducing the boyfriend of a girl she liked.
In the end, it was just self-rationalization.
"Are you gonna fight me or not!?"
That day, for the first time in her life, she proposed a match intended for her own defeat.