#100. Terrorist
#100. Terrorist
4:30 p.m.
Thirty minutes until Na-eun arrives.
I reviewed the scenario one more time.
For starters, the basic room structure wasn't great for hiding, so I was worried about whether I could really build up proper tension.
If she figures out it's me right from the beginning, it won't have that thrill, right?
But honestly, the moment she arrives at my place and I open the door for her, she'll probably notice it's me right away...
Hmm... If I get caught, oh well, nothing I can do about it.
Still, since I'd prepared all sorts of tools and costumes, I figured I could create a mood way lewder than usual.
When 5 o'clock hit, I turned off all the lights and waited for Na-eun.
But is she running late or something? Even after 10 minutes, Na-eun still hadn't shown up.
In the dark room.
Leaning against the wall near the bathroom door, I was deep in inner turmoil, wondering if I should call her.
No. But if I call and my voice leaks out the door, this whole thing's just a bust...
Ttok ttok ttok.
At the sound of high heels approaching from outside the door, I got ready to spring out.
Knock knock knock.
"Oppa. I'm here."
To build tension, the rule is not to open the door right away for the first part.
After a brief pause, I pressed the lock and went back to my spot.
Soon, Na-eun called my name and flung the door open, and light from the hallway flooded into my room, illuminating the inside.
Once the door closed, total darkness fell.
I held my breath in one corner, and the moment Na-eun took off her shoes, I lunged at her.
First up was the gag I'd prepared.
I figured it was crucial she couldn't scream properly or communicate, so I immediately shoved the gag into Na-eun's mouth.
Na-eun, caught completely off guard, couldn't put up any resistance.
Even in the dim light where I could barely see, I'd practiced tying the knot stably so many times that I got it secure.
"Mmph!! Mmmph!!"
Na-eun realized something was wrong and tried to push me away, but no way in hell.
Her small hands were utterly powerless against me.
Next up were the handcuffs.
I pulled the cute toy handcuffs for women from my back pocket, yanked her arms behind her back, and finally locked them on despite her struggling hands.
Her resistance was fierce, but not impossible to handle.
At this point, I could say the first step of this play was complete.
The only downside? She still had her coat on, so I couldn't get her top off with the cuffs on.
But luckily, Na-eun was wearing a skirt, so it didn't seem like a big problem for proceeding.
Na-eun twisted and writhed, struggling to get the cuffs off.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mph!"
As if those would come undone that easily. Come on, Na-eun.
Her flailing around was so funny that I couldn't help but chuckle.
I shoved the wriggling her toward the bed, and she lost her balance, collapsing flat onto it.
She swung her legs wildly like she was telling me not to come closer.
But I wasn't allowing any of that resistance—I climbed right on top of her thighs.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
I grabbed one of her breasts with my hand.
She came dressed all warm and cozy.
The thick polo shirt blocked that usual soft squishy feel, but the excitement from the situation itself was pretty damn good.
While kneading her breast with one hand nonstop, I buried my face in the nape of her neck.
Like a vampire craving blood, I didn't say a word and just caressed her nape.
"Mmmph!"
The closer I got to her face, the higher-pitched her muffled screams got.
But with the gag in, there was no way to tell if she was acting or actually hating it.
Still, since she was the type who liked it rough and forceful, I figured she was enjoying it as I started leaving my mark on her snow-white nape.
For us, dubbed the Kiss mark villain couple, this felt like a fitting Christmas.
Chok. Chok. Jjuwap.
I ravaged her nape mercilessly, and Na-eun twitched her lower body—probably getting turned on too.
I pulled my mouth from her neck and mauled both her breasts with my hands.
Couldn't take the polo off because of the cuffs, but I yanked it up high.
Over her smooth belly, her plump breasts came into view.
Too bad, but I couldn't make out the color in the dark.
I roughly yanked her bra down, and her perky nipples brushed my fingertips.
I buried my face in her breasts and sucked and bit until they were soaked in saliva.
After that much foreplay, her down there should be plenty ready, I thought, as I slowly slipped my hand inside her skirt.
She'd been quiet for a bit, but the moment my hand went under her skirt, she let out a scream even higher-pitched than before.
"Mmmph!!"
Damn, Na-eun-ssi, you're expressing your excitement real intensely.
Gotta live up to those expectations then—I ripped her stockings right off with brute force.
Yeah, for a play like this, that's the kind of reaction you want.
My dick was already fully prepped and ready.
While teasing her breasts to warm up plenty, I aimed my tool at her through her panties.
Alright... time for today's main dish: insertion.
I reached out and stroked her cheek...
Huh...?
Did I caress her face earlier?
I'd only slobbered up to her nape, then went for her breasts after that, but Na-eun's face felt super wet with some kind of liquid.
Guessing what the liquid was, I quickly jumped off the bed and flipped on the lights.
And Na-eun's face was...
She'd cried so much that tears were streaming down, washing away her heavy makeup.
The second I saw her red face spilling tears nonstop, I instantly knew my event had gone straight to shit.
"Na-eun!"
In total panic, I called her name and rushed to the bed.
I untied the gag knot in one smooth pull, and the first words out of Na-eun's mouth were...
"...Thank goodness."
Her voice trembled.
Another tear streamed from the corner of her eye.
"Really... thank goodness..."
I unlocked the handcuffs on her hands, and she pulled me into a tight hug.
"Sniff. Hic-hic-hic."
With that, Na-eun buried herself in my arms and sobbed heartbreakingly.
I could feel my T-shirt getting soaked with her tears.
Her pretty face was getting ruined by the tears.
"Hic. Hic-hic."
This was supposed to be an event to make her happy—I never meant for it to end up like this...
I felt so sorry I didn't know what to do, so I just patted her back.
"Sorry. Na-eun. Did I scare you that bad?"
Her throat must've been choked up because she could barely speak as she poured out her tears and started cussing me out.
"Do you... have any idea... how scared... I was? Waaah."
She was so aggrieved that her cute little fists pounded my chest.
"Oppa... no... if it had been... someone else... I..."
No, obviously I opened the door because it's my place.
It was a logical point, but right now, comforting her took priority.
"I'm sorry. Na-eun. I thought you'd like it..."
"When did I... ever say... I wanted this? Did I say... do this to me...? Fuck..."
My girlfriend, whose eyes were already super puffy.
"You think... I'd like it... if some stranger... fucked me? You think I'd like that...?"
My bad.
If I'd paid more attention to her reactions earlier, it never would've gone this far.
"No, I don't think that. Na-eun..."
"My cake..."
She glanced at the white box dropped in the entryway while sniffling, then burst into fresh sobs.
I'd wondered what that was when she first came in—it was a cake, huh.
Haa...
She bought that to eat Christmas cake with me, and I went and did this to her...
I had no choice but to take her resentment sweetly.
I feel so freaking sorry...
Eventually, her sniffles died down, and she called my name in a low voice.
"...Lee Min-ho."
"...Yes."
The honorific came out automatically.
"...What the hell were you thinking?"
"I'm sorry."
"You said you were writing, so I packed up all my stuff and came all the way here—did you finish writing?"
"I did, but I wanted to surprise you, so I called you here. I'm sorry."
"Sur~prise? Sur~prise?"
The deep sarcasm dripping from Na-eun's voice.
"Ah... well... you seemed to like it when things got a bit forceful usually..."
Na-eun smacked her forehead with her palm like she was dizzy.
"...Then we could've just turned on the lights and done it."
"I thought it needed some dramatic staging."
"Dramatic staging my ass."
She hurled the handcuffs that'd been abandoned on the bed at me with all her might.
"Oppa, no more surprises or that crap from now on! Got it?"
No more Santa antics in my life, I guess.
I'd wanted to be Santa, but I ended up feeling like a terrorist delivering a bomb.
"Yeah. I won't."
"Haa... seriously... so that was all you prepared?"
"Prepared?"
"What, you bought a gag and handcuffs and all that."
"Ah..."
After hesitating whether to say it, I showed her the real gift box.
"...Well, at least your taste isn't bad."
My girlfriend was such a big-hearted person.