#17. Virgin
#17. Virgin
Minho Oppa's voice echoed in my ear.
It wasn't that soft, gentle, drawling voice.
Heightened emotions. Raw profanity.
It seemed like my plan had succeeded.
"Hic!"
Of course, I'd thought in my head that a reaction like that could come at any time, but my body was startled, and I couldn't hold back the hiccup.
He strode toward me.
"You. I don't know what you think of me right now."
Thump thump.
My heart started pounding fast.
"Hic!"
Han Na-eun... you bitch...
We're on the verge of a historic moment, and you have to hiccup like that?!
I tried to swallow somehow and look at him with a haughty expression, but my body wouldn't listen.
"Why the hell should I take you home and jerk off?"
"Right here, right now like this."
Minho Oppa grabbed my breast with his right hand.
"Hng...!"
An embarrassing sound slipped from my mouth.
"When I could just fuck you."
Oppa.
Don't just touch the left one—touch both.
My breasts want equal love.
You can grope them more roughly and aggressively.
It'd feel even better if you took them off.
You can rip my clothes too.
But my true feelings stayed trapped in my mouth, unable to reach him.
Instead, what I could say to him was...
"Let go! Hic!"
I had to show a scared face but with the will to not break yet.
That was the standard reaction of the Heroines in [I Imprisoned Her].
"You said you'd send the photo?"
Oppa kneaded my breast with an indifferent expression with one hand, then pulled out his phone with the other.
"It's fine if you don't send it. I'll take pics right here and keep them."
With the hand that had been kneading my breast, he lifted my top.
As my top was pulled up, my black bra was revealed before Oppa.
Chakak chakak.
I let Oppa take the pictures.
A normal girl would've blocked his hand right away and snatched the phone somehow, but not me.
I'm not in my right mind.
Oppa's face looked seriously pissed.
...Just a little more. If I provoke him a bit more!
I swatted Oppa's hand away and fixed my top back.
"Jesus. I wondered what you were up to, but it was just snapping tit pics—in your bra no less—to blackmail me again?"
"Such a basement-dwelling Erotic Novel reader's idea."
"Take the pics. Whatever. Even a bikini shows that much, and since you did my favor today, consider it a gift."
The more I spoke, the more Oppa's face twisted.
"You've never even been with a girl anyway, so just think of it as saving one lost soul. Whatever."
I said it with a smirk like it was no big deal, but inside, I was burning up.
What if he just leaves like this?
Or gets offended and doesn't wanna fuck a girl like me...
But as expected, Oppa didn't betray my expectations.
"Aah~ I see. So our Na-eun thinks this level of exposure is no biggie?"
He approached me again and pushed my shoulders.
Unable to withstand a man's real strength, my upper body collapsed weakly onto the bed.
...What do I do now?
The lines that came to mind right away were two.
[W-What are you gonna do!]
[Aah~ So this is the only way Oppa knows how to lay a girl down?]
Ugh... Both seem like solid lines.
I thought the first one could create a real rape vibe, and the second could enrage him into even more forceful behavior.
Alright. So my choice is...
"W-What are you gonna do!"
Classic.
Classics are always right.
There's always a reason classics are classics, and they endure because they're loved over time.
"Manners training."
Minho Oppa looked down at me with the same cold face as in the motel.
"Bitches like you need to learn to fear the world."
Oppa's large hand headed toward my skirt.
"Don't!"
I yelled and pretended to block his hand.
Of course, I put no real strength into it.
Oppa easily ignored my hand and unzipped my skirt.
His hand mercilessly pulled my skirt down.
Of course, without him noticing I'd slightly lifted my hips to make it easy.
The underwear I'd prepared for today was presented before him.
Not flashy, but not tacky either—just a safe color panty that Oppa was staring down at.
"Hey."
Indifferent tone.
My body shivered with rising bliss.
"...Yes?"
I wanted to tear up a bit, but I was too happy for it to work.
Na-eun-ah. Sad thoughts. Sad thoughts.
But controlling my face was insanely hard when I was one step from winning the lotto.
I was acting hard, but I'm no pro actress.
My lips kept twitching up, driving me crazy.
"Kneel and apologize right now."
Minho Oppa's eyes were like a psychopath's, ready to strangle me any second.
He seemed to want an apology, but I had no intention of giving him what he wanted.
Obviously, if I apologized, he'd just scare me and stop.
What I wanted could only be gotten by pushing here.
"No? You should apologize, Oppa. Why should I? Did I say anything wrong? You fucking Mosol!"
"...I gave you a chance."
Minho Oppa's hand started sliding up my thigh.
"Don't. I said don't!"
He sat on the edge of the bed and yanked my panties down.
The cool sensation from below made my body heat up.
Not using his mouth this time?
I'd practiced just in case yesterday.
I was confident I wouldn't gag for real this time.
But Oppa didn't get up from the bed.
Didn't look like he was planning to take off his pants.
No way—is he gonna bury his face in my pussy from that sitting position?
Imagining Oppa devouring my pussy greedily made my brain melt just from the thought.
Of course, getting eaten out would be hot too, but the king is a massive cock.
Nothing beats getting irresponsibly pounded by a huge dick...
"Girls like you need a good beating to come to your senses."
...Huh?
His words were a bit off from what I'd expected, leaving me flustered.
A beating? Like actual one-sided violence?
...I thought sadistic play sounded good, but real hitting? No thanks.
But if he was just gonna hit me, there'd be no need to take my panties off.
Deciding to watch Minho Oppa's actions for now, I just stared at him with a scared face.
Oppa flipped my body over like fish for New Year's, placing my ass on his lap.
No way... this is...!
"If you don't count right, we start from one again."
And then the feel of his palm.
Minho Oppa mercilessly smacked my ass with his hand.
Not the cute little taps you give kids.
Smack!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed viciously in the room.
"Hng!"
The pain was worse than I thought, tears welling up.
"Not counting? Then back to zero."
Smack!
Realizing how serious this was, I reluctantly started counting.
"O-One!"
"Hey. No stuttering. Do it right."
He's just like Lee Jin-seong!
The Lee Jin-seong in the novel was always strict on corporal punishment.
He was the type deeply disappointed if orders weren't followed perfectly, but gave the best rewards when they were.
Surely Oppa would give me... too!
Smack!
"Two!"
With my face buried in the blanket, I gritted my teeth and answered clearly.
It hurts, but hang in there just a bit longer. Na-eun-ah.
The peak is right ahead.
Smack!
"Three...!"
But damn, it really hurt too much.
Not tears from bad mood—my ass was throbbing so bad my eyes were tearing up.
Did the Heroines in the novel really laugh and ask for more?
Maybe fiction's fiction for a reason.
Smack!
"Four!"
"Alright. Last one. Answer strong and apologize, and we're done."
At Minho Oppa's words, I bit my lip hard.
I had to convey my true feelings to Oppa.
Smack!
Maybe because it was the last, it felt like a full swing.
The brutal pain made me half-pass out.
"Five!"
Haha...
I endured it all, Oppa.
Now you'll give me my reward, right?
Now you'll fuck me like a dog, right?
"I'm sorry..."
With all strength drained, I apologized in a crawling voice.
He left my limp body on the bed and stood up.
"Yeah. Don't do it again."
"And one more thing. A slutty bitch advertising 'fuck me' in that trashy outfit."
"I wouldn't fuck her even if you paid me."
...What?
This wasn't it.
This wasn't the development I wanted.
I'd thought I'd perfectly acted like a virgin, but my outfit was the problem.
Minho Oppa thought of me as...
A slut...?
I sat up, feeling so utterly wronged tears were about to fall.
Not some fake aggrieved acting.
My face flushed red from genuine upset as I got up from the bed.
Lower half totally exposed and embarrassing, but that didn't matter.
"Oppa."
"What."
He looked like he was packing to leave.
"I'm not a slut."
"What?"
Oppa's face showed he didn't get it.
"I'm a virgin... you fucking bastard!"