Irreversible (1)
"…Oppa, I'm heading out."
"Yeah? Alright~ Take care!"
"…"
I had no idea why she was acting like nothing happened. Like it had never even occurred. I'd been worried she might ask for more, or that it could turn into a daily thing… I'd even resolved to cut it off cleanly if that happened…
But yesterday and today, not a word. She didn't show up either, and today she even stuck around the whole time. Hyeonwoo oppa on the sofa, me on the floor. I'd sat on the floor on purpose, but unlike last time, he didn't tell me to come closer. He just hummed a tune and scrolled through his phone.
I knew it'd be embarrassing, but since he said nothing at all, it only made me more antsy. Look at me today too… Even though I said I was leaving a bit earlier than usual, all I got was a casual "see ya." I glanced back at Hyeonwoo oppa, who wasn't holding me back, and stepped out the door.
"Haa…"
Was it a one-time thing for him? Or was I not that great after all? His words popped into my head—how he said I had a lot to learn. All sorts of thoughts swirled around.
Tomorrow, I have to say something. I wasn't expecting any particular answer. I just wanted to talk about that day with Hyeonwoo oppa. Hear what he thought too…
"What the hell, are you seriously here every day?"
Guess I can't ask today either…
I was waiting for Hyeonwoo oppa, who'd said he'd be a little late, when she showed up instead. The woman in her figure-hugging top and short skirt again today. I still couldn't get used to that sleazy vibe.
"Hello…"
"Yeah, hi."
She plopped down on the sofa without a care, her panties fully visible, like she had no intention of hiding them. I flinched and quickly looked away.
"It's so hot~ Where's Hyeonwoo oppa?"
"…He said he's almost here."
"So what are you even doing here? Stalking him or something?"
"No, it's not like that… I just have my reasons…"
The woman eyed me curiously, letting out a curious hum.
"Really? Whatever your reasons are, it won't make oppa fuck you."
"Pardon…?"
"You're kinda pretty and all, but you're not his type. You can tell at a glance."
"…"
She glanced at my face, then raked her eyes from my chest down to my legs.
"Your body's not bad, though? If you really wanna get fucked, why not show it off instead of wearing those baggy clothes?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I…"
"Hyeonwoo oppa likes sexy styles. Just giving you some friendly advice."
She dished out her unsolicited "advice." My face burned hot. It really didn't suit me at all.
"Oh right! Didn't you say you have a boyfriend? Huh? Then why the hell are you even coming here?"
"I really do have my reasons. It's not like I came here for that…"
"Then why'd you look at Hyeonwoo oppa's dick? You should've said no."
"Ah… that was…"
"Oh~ So it's got nothing to do with your boyfriend? Come to think of it, I had a boyfriend too when I first met oppa."
"…"
"Hmm~ You don't seem the type."
She was totally misunderstanding everything, but I had no clue what to say. I just fidgeted with my fingers. Somehow, I felt no different from this slutty woman. I had a boyfriend, yet I'd looked at Hyeonwoo oppa's cock—and even touched it. But… I'm not like her. I'm doing this because I have no choice, for oppa's sake. I'm not cheating like she is; I'm doing it out of love for Minjun oppa, working hard for him. It just kinda happened along the way. No need to feel guilty.
"Anyway, you should show some skin. If you just sit there quietly, he'll never do you."
"…"
"If you wanna do it, seize the chance. If it were me, I'd be at it every damn day. He barely calls me over these days."
What the hell was she telling me to do…? I just wished Hyeonwoo oppa would hurry up and come. The conversation topic was awful. Even just listening made me feel weird.
"Um, I don't do stuff like that…"
"Do whatever~"
She shrugged like she'd lost interest and touched up her makeup. She was pretty, that's for sure. If she just toned down the makeup and clothes, she'd look even prettier… Did Hyeonwoo oppa really like this kind of vibe?
She kept checking herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup like she wanted to look cute. Guys would probably flock to her anywhere. A sudden question I'd been wondering popped into my head. With that kind of attention pouring in just by existing, why go this far? Clinging to him like this, even when he treats her cold and tells her off.
Now that we were alone, it felt like the right timing.
"Um, unnie…"
"Yeah?"
"What… what does it feel like?"
"Feel like?"
"When you do it… with Hyeonwoo oppa…"
The woman, mid-lip tint touch-up, looked at me with a hint of surprise. My face heated up, and I quickly averted my eyes.
"What~? Curious?"
"N-no… just…"
"I'm more curious about how you feel. It was loud enough to hear outside. So, how was it while you were listening?"
She threw an embarrassing question my way. I knew exactly what it felt like, but there was no way I could say it.
"Did it turn you on? Your pussy getting all wet and stuff?"
"N-no…!"
"Oh? Looks like it did~?"
She hummed knowingly, like she could tell just by looking.
"How wet did it get? Panties soaked through?"
"S-stop…"
"And then you just went home like that?"
I couldn't lift my head from the shame. How did she know? Then again, being a woman, maybe she could tell.
"No way. Your boyfriend takes care of it for you?"
"Unnie…!"
"Whoa, not bad then? Keeping all that good stuff to yourself?"
My face felt like it would explode red. She grinned lewdly at my reaction.
"You're cuter than I thought."
I regretted asking. Now I was the weird one. And the fact that she wasn't wrong made it even worse.
"Hmm~ Well, as for me…"
"…"
"Hard to put into words? It's like going right up to the edge of death. Feels like you're dying, but you don't."
Her kinda clichéd answer deflated me a bit. But thinking back to those moans, it rang true. Every woman made those exact kinds of sounds.
"Or just watch for yourself."
"Pardon…?"
"Don't eavesdrop secretly—watch it straight up."
She said something crazy out of nowhere.
"Not my taste, but Hyeonwoo oppa would love it. You're cute, so I'll give you a special tip!"
"W-what tip…?"
"Ask him to let you watch from the side."
She clapped like she'd had a brilliant idea.
"That'd be fun! Is this how Hyeonwoo oppa feels when he trains girls?"
"W-what…?"
"It's a thing~ The ones with talent just need a little nudge."
She scanned me from head to toe. Her cryptic words and actions left me dazed.
"You don't look the type… but who knows, girls like you might bloom more."
"…"
"Alright! Seoyeoni, right? Come here. Let's have some fun, unnie and you."
She pulled me up and rummaged through a drawer in the corner.
"W-what are you doing? Don't just go through his stuff like that…"
"Hold on… Ah, found it!"
What she pulled out was a dog collar. A thick black leather one fit for a big dog, with a long silver chain leash attached.
I was even more stunned by the unimaginable item. Why the hell did Hyeonwoo oppa have something like this…?
"Here, try it on."
"What?? N-no, I don't want that…"
"Hmm~ Well, it's your first time, so maybe I shouldn't."
She shrugged and, with practiced ease, fastened it around her own neck. The already slutty woman looked even more depraved with just that collar. No—slutty didn't even cover it. She looked straight out of some perverted porn video.
"Cute, right?"
"…"
She admired herself in the mirror, looking satisfied. What was she even trying to do? Why ask if a dog collar looked pretty…?
"It's awkward at first, but you get used to it quick. Later, you'll beg for it yourself."
"N-no…"
"You hate it? Fine, just a preview then~"
While I stood there dumbly, she held the collar up to my neck. Then she even showed me in the mirror, like it was on display.
"Oh my, it suits you better than I thought?"
My eyes met my reflection's. On my pale, bare neck, the crude dog collar gleamed. The silver chain dangled down to my lower belly, swaying. Just the collar made me look like her—perverted, lewd… Seeing this new side of myself made my heart race oddly.
"Next time, wear this when you come see him?"
"Huh…? N-no, I can't with stuff like…"
"Hyeonwoo oppa's almost here, right?"
Ignoring me, she dragged me toward the entryway.
"Wait here. This is basic of basics. Sit next to me."
She knelt on the doormat and looked up at me, gesturing for me to kneel beside her. What the…?
"A bitch waits for her master like this."
"A… bitch…?"
"Yeah. Bitch."
The barrage of shameful words and the situation left my mind blank. I backed away hesitantly. Had she always been like this? Or did Hyeonwoo oppa change her? Even so, calling herself a bitch…?
"Not gonna do it? You'd score big points."
"…"
I didn't know about that stuff. No reason to score points with Hyeonwoo oppa. I'm only here for Minjun oppa… Then it hit me—what if I told Minjun oppa about this? Wouldn't he like it…? Even I'm feeling weird, so oppa would be way more turned on.
Yeah, right. It's just something new anyway… I'm not really doing anything, so no need to be embarrassed. Just take it in, then use it later for Minjun oppa waiting at home.
I glanced around awkwardly, then knelt next to her.
"Hmph~ Knew you would."
"…"
"Hands on your knees. Yeah. Wait like that, then greet him when he comes."
I don't even know how I got out of the house or made it to the subway station. My mind was so blank, everything was white. Walking in a daze like an idiot, a bathroom sign snapped me back.
F-first, the bathroom… Gotta deal with these sticky panties somehow.
"Haa…"
As expected, total mess. Soaked and stained. Checking inside, even worse. I let out a small sigh and wiped with tissue.
Scenes floated in my head. The fantasies I'd imagined while listening to those moans were nothing. The woman yanked by her leash. Taking that massive thing, moaning lewdly, looking blissful. Hyeonwoo oppa pounding her so hard it seemed too much. Her squirting like she couldn't hold it. Hyeonwoo oppa not caring, drops splattering all the way to where I was.
I could never tell oppa. I really shouldn't have seen that. Every moment was seared into my brain.
"…"
I stared blankly down at mine. Even after wiping, more leaked out. It was a bit red, blood rushing in. Twitching on its own, against my will. And my little spot looked slightly swollen. It only used to get like this with oppa, or when he touched me…
I brushed it lightly.
Hnng…
A sharp jolt of pleasure burst out, like it'd been waiting. Just a little…? Thinking this at the subway station is the worst. I'd probably end up doing it with oppa at home… But I didn't know. Not too much, just a bit… I bit my lip to keep quiet. Slid my hand between my legs.