Side Story — My Friend's Girlfriend Is a Monster (4)
"Date me, oppa."
The moment I saw the monster's face—until now nothing but youthful prettiness—fill with genuine seriousness for the first time, I realized my ears had, in fact, been working perfectly fine.
"You… do you even understand what you're asking when you say 'date me'?"
Exasperated, I let out a hollow laugh and asked in a half-sneering tone, "You just want to stay by my side as a romantic partner from now on, don't you?"
She said it like it was nothing, but it wasn't fundamentally wrong, so I couldn't exactly deny the words themselves. Though from a human's perspective, it would definitely be something quite different.
There were plenty of things I wanted to say, plenty of points I wanted to argue, but my exhausted mind and body made everything feel like too much of a hassle.
"Do whatever you want."
"Wah~ so we're dating, oppa? Today's our first day, then. Yay, I'm so happy~"
Hehe. The monster beamed with a girlish, innocent charm, and a small smile crept up on me despite myself.
Then she started bouncing around the room, suddenly rummaging through the clothes drawer before emerging fully dressed, spreading her arms wide in front of me with a flourish.
"Ta-daaa~"
A bunny-ear headband, a bunny girl costume, and beneath it—glistening and sheer—the pitch-black pantyhose she'd mentioned earlier.
At first I wondered what the hell she was doing, but the moment I saw the finished ensemble, my poor So jung-i, which had already collapsed once today, stumbled back to its feet and surged upward.
"Ah, it stood up. Heehee~"
Whether or not her aim had hit its mark, the monster giggled gleefully, then hooked her index finger under the hem of the high-leg cut that cradled her mound and peeled it aside, showing off the two mounds hidden beneath the black stockings as she slowly, slickly licked her lips.
"Please. Poun. D. Me, dar. Ling?"
…Fuck.
It was a part of her I'd seen until I was sick of it, but when she seduced me like that, my cock couldn't help but respond honestly.
Trembling…
Gathering every ounce of strength to tame my rebelliously rising cock, I tried to get up from where I sat—and then my phone buzzed, freezing me mid-motion.
I glanced down at the message with irritation, and I could feel my facial muscles stiffening in real time.
"Haah… I'm so fucked."
"Hm? Why~ Oppa, don't stress out~ it's bad for your health~"
The monster, idly playing with my cock, smiled with perfect innocence, entirely unaware of the worry rotting away inside me.
The urge to split that oblivious skull in two surged up, but if only out of respect for everything we'd been through, I decided to hold it in. For now.
Life really never goes the way you want it to… fuuuuuck.
Long story short, the message was a notice from my landlord: I was behind on rent, and I needed to get out.
With the monster to feed on humans and every spare hour swallowed by sex, there'd been no room to hold down a proper job. The money in my hands had been gone from the start—and the only reason we'd survived this long was thanks to the savings of the coed the monster had devoured.
That money had trickled away on this and that, until one day there was nothing left between the two of us. Forget the sex—with not even a roof over our heads, a choice had to be made.
Either find work and earn money like an honest human being… or else—
"Gangnam really is something else, fuuuck~ There are bitches everywhere just begging to have a dick slammed into their skulls."
That was my first impression after moving up from the countryside to the hottest district in Seoul. As I mentally raped the Gangnam women walking the streets—each one a match for any celebrity—I muttered just loud enough for the monster walking beside me, arm looped through mine, to hear.
So this is where Hyun-ok's been living, in this city that drives people insane… you little shit. You made it big, huh.
Next time we meet, I'm drinking you under the table.
"So this kind of human woman is what gets you going, darling?"
The monster poked her head over to peek at the Gangnam women strolling the street, then looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The coed body the monster had hijacked was decent-looking enough, but after months of fucking her however I pleased, she'd honestly gone stale.
"Phew… listen carefully. A human male, you see, is never satisfied with just one woman's pussy. A superior male's mission is to sire children in many women and carry on his bloodline. That's the ecologically natural way of things."
I spouted this complete nonsense while taking a long drag on a cigarette. If any other woman had seen me posturing like that, she'd have shot me a look of pure contempt—what did he just say, this fucking moron—but my girlfriend, the monster, was different.
"Ooooh, I see! You really are so smart, oppa. Ten out of ten!"
Clapping her hands in exaggerated delight, the monster showered me with praise so lavish I couldn't tell whether it was blind devotion or genuine sincerity. More importantly… ten out of ten?
What decade is that even from…
"Hey, but you haven't forgotten, right? Why we came all the way up to Seoul—this city crawling with rich, beautiful women—from the countryside."
"Yeah, yeah. I just have to eat a rich woman, right?"
"…A lot of steps got skipped in between, but… yes. That's all you need to do."
"Got it!"
Heehee. When the monster answered with that childlike laugh, I gently stroked her head, and she closed her eyes and purred like a cat, luxuriating in my touch.
"Haahk… haahk…"
Deep in an alley swallowed by midnight, a woman draped in luxury brands lay collapsed on the ground, bleeding.
I stood behind her, clutching the bloodstained bat, shaken for a moment by the fear of having knocked a human unconscious with my own two hands for the very first time.
My hands wouldn't stop trembling, and my breathing grew ragged as I stared at the woman, who might already be dead. But having come this far, there was no road back—and my composure snapped back into place on its own.
"Oppa… are you o…kay? I told you I'd handle it myself… why'd you have to dirty your hands…"
When the monster, who'd been watching from the shadows, asked with worry, I steadied my breathing and put on a front.
"If I'd left it to you, the whole thing would've gone to shit. This isn't the countryside we used to live in. This is Seoul. Packed with people, cameras on every corner. If you'd done it, other humans would've caught on ages ago. So quit whining and eat her, swap bodies, and let's go—before someone shows up."
"Hng… okay… then… thank you for the meal!"
SKRRRCH—
Cracks spidered across the coed's face, splitting open in every direction like a blooming flower to reveal the mass of writhing tendrils within.
"Haah… goddamn it, life's such a struggle… phew…"
Lighting a cigarette with my trembling, bloodstained hands, I stroked the monster's back as she devoured the fallen woman and transformed into her new form.
"…Fuuuuck… this place is niiiiice."
"WOWWW——!! This is really our home now!? This is insane!?"
The monster, now wearing the body of the wealthy, beautiful Gangnam woman she'd marked as her target, came bouncing into the luxury officetel that was now her home, beaming. I followed her in behind, looking around the place in wide-eyed disbelief.
It looked like the kind of glittering mansion drama chaebols lived in. My eyes popped as I poked around, and somehow I ended up opening the fridge.
Holy… what the hell. Whiskeys I've never even seen lined up in a row?
Ha. So this is how the rich live…
Pop.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp… GYAAAAAH——!!! …hrrk, hrrk! HOOOOOOOUUUGH——!! Hehk, hehk! I… I almost died, fuck!"
I'd cracked open a whiskey without thinking and poured it straight down my throat, and now it felt like my insides were on fire.
"Oppa, look at this. Ta-daa~"
The monster—no, the Gangnam woman she'd become—was flinging armfuls of clothing across the floor of the walk-in closet, brimming with pride.
Watching this bold, sultry stranger stand before me with an air of aloof confidence—nothing like the coed I'd known—I realized I still hadn't gotten used to it.
"Which one should we fuck in? How about this one, oppa? Wow… the fabric is sooo soft… so this is what money buys? Is this it, th-the… silk? Fuuuuck~ this is amazing~"
The dissonance radiating off the monster as she examined each garment on the floor was almost overwhelming. She had the haughty, arrogant image of a typical wealthy urban woman, but the words coming out of her mouth were crude and cheap by comparison.
At first, she'd been relatively docile and rarely cursed—living with me had apparently taught her to mimic my speech little by little. So this is why you're not supposed to swear around children…
"Hey… try talking in that woman's voice. Just once."
"…What was that, you fucking retard? What're you staring at, you dickless piece of shit? Gross."
At my request, the monster's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms, looking down at me with haughty disdain, as if I were something stuck to her shoe. Her face was worth every penny, but I hadn't expected her mouth to be filthier than a sewer.
"Want to die?"
"Th-that's how she actually talks, this woman…"
The fact-check hit me like a brick, and I genuinely teared up. The monster flinched, snapped back to her usual voice, and studied my face anxiously.
"She's a delinquent."
"Takes one to know one…"
"…You. I'm gonna hit you."
"Hng… no, oppa. I really did talk like she does… should we stop now?"
"…No, keep going. I think it'd be hotter to fuck you just like that."
"Ha! You? Know your place, you disfigured piece of garbage. Spit!"
The moment I gave the order, she transformed as if she'd become someone else entirely, spitting on the floor. The performance was flawless—not a hint of acting—and it faithfully channeled the personality of the woman who had once lived inside that shell.
Those scornful, narrowed eyes, that gaze steeped in the privileged entitlement unique to the rich—nothing like a commoner like me—sent sadism rocketing up my spine. I wanted to drag down that queen sitting smugly atop the throne at the pinnacle of the world, legs crossed in her arrogance, and reduce her to a complete wreck.
Thump.
I shoved the Gangnam woman down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, burying my nose into the nape of her neck to gorge on her scent as I groped and kneaded every part of her body as I pleased.
"Mmhh… you smell fucking incredible, bitch. Dressing the part means dousing yourself in expensive perfume, huh? And these tits and this ass are so plump… you must've put a lot of work into maintaining this body."
"Wh-what are you doing!? Get off me! You fucking pervert!!"
She thrashed and squirmed in my grip, shrieking in a shrill, bratty voice, and I dropped my own to a low warning.
"Lower. Your. Voice."
"…N-no! What are you doing! Hey! Fuck! What are you—!? KYAAAAAAAH——mmph!"
Just as she screamed at full volume, I clamped a hand over her mouth and whispered into her ear.
"Shut that mouth, or… I'll tear your pussy apart?"
"Mmph! Mmm… hhh… snf… mm… hkk!"
…Even knowing she's crying on purpose, this is so fucking hot.
Raping a spoiled rich bitch was something I'd wanted to try at least once in my life—and here was my chance. The fact that I could violate the woman I'd knocked out just moments ago, exactly as I pleased, without a shred of moral or legal consequence, satisfied me beyond words.
Now that the fallen woman had revived in a body and personality indistinguishable from before, there was no reason for guilt anymore.
"First things first."
Facing the Gangnam woman—tears streaming down her face as she bit her trembling lip, deliberately turning her gaze away from me and steeling herself to endure it all—I bared my thick, imposing cock and gave my order.
"Suck it."
Looking down at the Gangnam woman as she reluctantly began to service me, tears running down her arrogant face, I thought that as long as I had the monster, I'd never grow tired of this life, not until the day I died.
And this complacent arrogance, as it would soon turn out, was nothing more than a hollow fantasy—about to be shattered by the uninvited guests awaiting both me and the monster.