You Changed Your Piercing
I washed my socks at home, took a shower, and grabbed a quick breakfast. Before I knew it, it was time to head out.
Two lectures today. One from 10:30 to noon, then straight into the next from noon to 1:30. Back-to-back classes in the same building made the schedule easy enough to manage.
Zone out through class, grab a meal, hit the gym a little, then head home. That was my ordinary day—nothing special about it.
Bzzzt— bzzzt—
That weird bitch who had crashed into my ordinary life. If I could just figure out what she was thinking, I might have felt a little better. But she lived however she pleased—same as always—so guessing her thoughts was impossible.
The number of times this bitch had barged into my place had to be well over a hundred. She came and went like it was her own house, and at some point she'd claimed the bottom drawer of my wardrobe and stuffed her clothes in there.
Socks were in there too, of course. I pulled out a pair of pure white ones and was about to toss them into my bag when I stopped.
Sniff sniff.
Doesn't smell like anything special.
She always said she didn't want her laundry mixed with mine, so she took whatever she'd worn home to wash herself. I'd figured she used some fancy detergent and fabric softener, but the scent was completely ordinary.
My curiosity didn't end there.
Yerin's underwear—something I normally wouldn't even glance at. Just scraps of fabric, yet somehow they suddenly held my interest.
I picked up the cleanest-looking white pair, pressed my nose to the part that would have touched her pussy, and breathed in deep.
Self-loathing hit me. But the thrill of the taboo filled me even more, and my cock hardened.
A faint fragrance you only noticed if you focused hard stirred every filthy fantasy I had.
What the hell am I doing right now… hahh… I shouldn't… sniff sniff…
Should I just jerk off like this?
My lower half was screaming to get off right this second, but my upper half told me to hold out. If I waited just a little longer, that bitch would use her hand or her foot and milk me dry. That thought kept me going.
Even I could see how pathetic I looked. But human dignity never takes care of sexual desire.
The hesitation was short; the action was fast. I packed the socks and the onahole together, just in case.
I ran to campus and handed the socks back to Yerin.
"Hmm. Doesn't smell like anything special?"
"Huh? Y-yeah."
"A hopeless dog-pervert like you, I figured you'd rub your dick all over my socks and then give them back."
"I didn't do that."
Yerin held her socks up and sniffed every corner before nodding.
"True. You always go beyond my imagination, so you probably buried your nose in my panties while you were grabbing the socks. Dirty little pervert."
Bullseye.
"I didn't—"
"Lie and I'll cut that tiny thing off. I'll stomp it flat with my foot so you can't even reattach it."
When I didn't answer, Yerin smirked like she'd known all along. She grabbed my ear, yanked me close, and whispered in a low voice.
"Don't even think about hiding it. You already showed me the bottom of the barrel—what's left to hide? Forgot you stood there with that pathetic little hard-on and declared yourself my dick slave?"
She shoved my shoulder until my back hit the wall, then grabbed my cock right through my clothes and stroked it up and down.
"Hard again. If you've got something to confess to your Master, now's the time. Confession hour."
She looked me straight in the eyes like she already knew everything. I couldn't defy her.
She was right. I'd already shown her worse.
"Just in case… I brought the onahole…"
"Just in case? Really?"
"B-because I thought you might jerk me off with the onahole…"
"Our Seongjun's so shy, huh? Want Unnie to hold your hand and play flasher with you at dawn until the shame's all gone?"
This bitch actually did the things she threatened. There was no telling what sadistic order she'd give next.
"I packed it because it would feel so good if Master jerked me off with the onahole…!"
"That's right. Good boy."
The same hand that looked ready to ruffle my hair stroked my cock instead. The whole time she murmured how small and cute it was.
"I'll let it slide since it's the first time. From now on, every time you try to hide something, you take a hit. Got it?"
"Nngh… yes…"
"You know where, right? Ball flick. If you mess up, go spread your legs on the bed and wait. Admit it first and I'll go easy."
She told me to crudely spread my legs into an M and present my balls so she could flick them easily. That weak spot that made my whole body tremble from the slightest impact—I had to offer it up for her convenience…
It was a humiliating image, yet somehow my cock twitched.
"If there's punishment, there should be a reward too, right? If you spill every last one of your dog-pervert desires without hiding them and I like what I hear… hmm, what should I do? Milk you with the onahole?"
"Not the onahole… with your bare hand, please…"
"Bare hand? Ha, shameless. You get harder for my bare hand than that silicone hole of yours? What happened to 'it's hard and rough, like grabbing a log'? Ha."
Yerin's eyes went cold for a second. Pure contempt. Then they returned to normal and she nodded like she'd decided.
"But fine. I'll do it with my hand. When I feel like it."
Meaning next time the reward might be something else entirely.
"Understood."
"Today's prize is this."
Yerin handed me the socks she'd just been wearing. The one she'd put on my cock earlier was the right sock; the one she'd just taken off was the left. Since I'd brought a full pair, she was going to change into both.
"Nice, right?"
I almost asked what was nice about it, then remembered her words and shut my mouth. Instead I pulled out the answer buried deep in my desires.
"Yes… I like it. They're a little damp, so the skin scent clings faintly to the socks and there's still heat left… just smelling them makes me feel like my cock's going to explode."
"Good boy. Hopeless pervert. A little dick with a brain dangling off the end of it."
Yerin changed her socks right in front of me. The pale line of her calf flashed for a second.
She caught my stare, looked at me with pure contempt, and flipped me off.
"If you've got nothing else to say, get lost. After class, meet me in front of the library."
"Yes."
The moment Yerin left, all the strength drained out of my body. I must have been tense without even realizing it.
Class was boring. I remembered it used to be decent enough, but today it dragged more than usual.
Maybe it was the dopamine gap.
The time I'd spent with Yerin had been pure sparks crackling through my brain.
Three hours felt like three months. Dozens of times I wanted to bolt out mid-lecture.
I endured the torture of class and finally made it to the library entrance.
A small park sat in front of the big building. You could check out a book and read it right there. Plenty of benches and well-kept grass made it the most popular spot on campus.
Lots of people reading, constant foot traffic.
Yerin was dozing on a bench in front of the library.
Our classes ended at the same time, so the fact that she'd gotten here early enough to fall asleep meant… she hadn't wanted to sit through class either.
Unlike me, who'd stuck it out to the end, she'd probably just ditched.
Her breathing sounded deep. How was I supposed to wake her?
"Hey. Heyy. Wake up."
I called softly, but she didn't stir.
Calling her Master felt wrong somehow.
"Yerin. Wake up."
I said her name and gave her shoulder a light push. She sat up with a blank look.
"Ah, yeah. You're here?"
Her just-woken voice was languid.
"Yes. I'm here."
"But just now… did you call me by name? No, never mind. Forget it."
Yerin scrubbed her face dry and stood up.
She said we should go eat and dragged me along to a brunch cafe. Brunch was supposed to be the meal between breakfast and lunch, but they were still serving it well past lunchtime.
The place focused more on Western-style meals with bread than on the dictionary definition of brunch.
The atmosphere was closer to a cafe than a restaurant. Soft classical music played in the background. More young professionals than college students.
"What do you want?"
"This and this… I want. No—I'll have these."
"Looks a little light. Fine. We'll eat this and get shaved ice for dessert. You're buying the shaved ice."
Saying I was buying the shaved ice meant she was covering the meal? I was about to ask carefully when Yerin answered first.
"I'll pay for this. I was the one who dragged you here—you think I wouldn't pay?"
"No. I just assumed we'd split it…"
"Whatever. Too much hassle."
Yerin ordered and came back to the table. She set the vibrating pager on the surface and propped her chin on her hand.
She stared straight at me. I blinked blankly back at her, wondering if she had something to say.
"You don't say a single word unless I make you talk?"
"Huh? What?"
Yerin stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom."
"O-okay."
I sat there awkwardly waiting for the food. The pager buzzed and I went to pick it up.
The pasta looked pretty appetizing, but I left it alone and waited. I'd just finished setting out the fork and knife when Yerin returned.
Something about the air around her had shifted. Her skin looked a little rosier, a little fairer. She'd probably fixed her makeup.
Her hairstyle had changed slightly too. She'd tucked one side behind her ear.
Her expression hadn't. Almost blank, with a faint trace of irritation.
"You changed your piercing."
Yerin's face brightened a fraction. Such a tiny difference you could barely feel it.
"……But you've been talking casually this whole time?"
"Ah. I'm sorry."
She glared at me with a prim look. She still looked like she had a bad temper, but the fact that she was teasing meant her mood had improved.
I had no idea why it had soured in the first place.
Anyway, it seemed better now, so that was a relief.