#83. Vulva
#83. Vulva
Am I broken or something?
The words 'I like you.' that Oppa kept saying to me kept echoing in my ears.
'I'll fuck you.', 'I'll eat you up.', 'Spread your legs.'
More than the things Oppa always did to me, it felt like my heart was shaking because of that single word 'I like you.'
Standing in front of the mirror, I stared intently at my face.
Cheeks with a faint reddish glow.
...It was like the female protagonist from a pure romance manga.
My appearance, just like a girl in love.
I was pissed.
Giving in like this would be the same as losing to Oppa.
Of course, I didn't think a normal romance like everyone else's was a sin.
And honestly, that fuzzy, ticklish feeling in my chest wasn't unpleasant at all.
But at this pace, Oppa would never treat me like Lee Jin-seong treats the Heroine.
He'd look at me with more and more affectionate eyes, and we'd have sex overflowing with love.
...I hated that.
...I really, really hated that.
If I was going to have this kind of romance, there was no reason for me to stay a Virgin for so long or choose Minho Oppa as my partner.
I had to resist.
I needed to awaken the sadistic beast inside Oppa.
"Get a grip! Han Na-eun."
After slapping my cheeks a couple times with both hands, I opened the closet.
I was planning to save this card for later...
If Mom and Dad saw the contents when I had it delivered from my parents' house, they might faint?
Steeling my resolve, I picked up my phone.
[Yes. Oppa. It's me.]
I'll make you unable to hold back for real.
Minho Oppa.
"Ah. This Modern Architecture Presentation is fucking endless."
A sigh escaped me at the slides that seemed never-ending no matter how much I flipped through.
"Hey. It's not like this is your first or second day with history classes, why complain about that."
At the famous cafe chain near Na-eun's neighborhood.
At her urging, we'd come to study for exams together, each hauling our laptops and settling into a quiet spot on the third floor.
The Presentations for history classes in the architecture department were always insanely page-heavy.
In bad cases, a single class could exceed 100 slides.
A normal history class might have some text, but given the structure where you had to explain buildings and their features nonstop, the images were at least twice as many as in other classes.
"How long are we doing this till?"
Irritated, I chewed up the paper straw and looked away from the screen to ask Na-eun.
"We've only been here an hour."
"Guys together would max out at 20 minutes."
"We didn't come here to chat."
In reality, when guys came together, they'd finish their drinks in 5 minutes flat and bullshit for 10 before bouncing.
People who ordered one coffee and sat for 3 hours? Must be misers or something.
"So when are we leaving."
Na-eun tapped her phone screen to check the time, then drummed her index finger on the table.
"Let's do one more hour then go. Up to week 10."
"Yeah, yeah. One hour... whatever."
I said that, but having to stay another hour?
Ah. I don't wanna study.
Having such a pretty girlfriend and having to look at Jean Nouvel's architectural features.
No choice, I turned back to my laptop screen, praying the hour would fly by.
"Fuuu~ Breath's fogging up."
December had definitely kicked in; it felt way colder.
"Oppa. We're stopping by my place, right?"
"Yeah. You said you'd tell me stuff."
Today's agenda wasn't just exam studying.
It was the day Na-eun promised to spill all the details for describing the new Heroine Illustrator in [I Imprisoned Her].
"Right. This is real insider stuff only pros know, so listen up. Got it?"
Her arm now naturally hooked in mine.
"I'll take notes and listen hard. Teacher."
I looked down at her with a grin.
"No focus, and you get punished."
Na-eun licked her lips like a snake eyeing prey.
Wonder what the punishment is—super curious—but I ignored her on purpose.
"Let's get inside already. It's cold."
After a 5-minute walk to Na-eun's place, she said she'd change and headed to her room.
I'd been here plenty, so I hung my coat where outerwear always went and flopped onto the sofa.
Ah... I want End of Semester so bad...
Habitual End-of-semester syndrome.
That deadly disease where if you're not careful, 'I want End of Semester' slips out of your mouth was flaring up again.
"Oppa."
Na-eun called me as she came out of her room.
A black camisole top barely covering above her navel line and pink dolphin pants.
I'd seen similar outfits before, but this was like hearty comfort food fashion—never fails.
Zero chance of failure. Zero.
Or is it just 'cause my girlfriend's Na-eun?
A pleased smile came naturally.
But... I spotted something off.
What's that...?
"Come in. I'll explain the gear one by one."
Na-eun grabbed my hand and pulled me into her room.
But I was way more fixated on 'that thing' I'd just seen than any of that.
Wondering if I'd seen wrong, I rubbed my eyes and looked again at Na-eun's abdomen.
What the hell...?
Black marks peeking out bit by bit above the waistband of her dolphin pants.
"For starters, Oppa knows this—it's my computer. Main program's Photoshop, and..."
"Hey. Na-eun."
"Questions later."
I cut her off, but she kept going like she had no intention of entertaining it.
"You. What's this."
I reached toward Na-eun's belly as she explained at her desk.
"Ah~ Oppa~ I'm explaining right now. Listen."
"What is this. Han Na-eun."
She kept dodging, so I grabbed her bottoms.
As I tugged the waistband down just a bit, the black marks started revealing themselves more.
That shape...
I first thought it was just some stain, but no.
Structurally, it was a spot protected by pants and underwear—damn hard to get something on there by accident.
Rage boiling up.
"Explain quick. What the fuck is this."
"Ah... well..."
My tone got a bit heated, and Na-eun stammered in a small voice, flustered.
Because I'd seen that pattern plenty in doujins and Erotic Novels.
Perfect left-right symmetry black lines.
Like a butterfly, but with a heart in the middle.
"...When'd you get it."
"Why're you mad."
...Why am I mad?
You think this doesn't piss me off? Right now?
What boyfriend would see this and just go 'Aww, so pretty~ Good job~'?
What was etched on her lower belly was a cunt tattoo.
Cunt tattoo.
The term for lewd tattoos, a staple in doujins and Erotic Novels.
Usually a device proving a slutty body, and in my work [I Imprisoned Her], it was like a reward Lee Jin-seong gave the Heroine as proof Training was complete.
I was dead serious about this device, so I couldn't suppress the boiling rage.
"Hey. Han Na-eun. This ain't it."
"...Why. Do I need your permission to tattoo my own body?"
"I know you, Erotic Illustration artist, get what this means."
She'd seen tons of Manga.
She had to know what that pattern implies.
"It's my body anyway."
Na-eun shot back with an annoyed tone.
"Don't you care what I think?"
"Ah. Why're you acting like such a prude. You Erotic Novelist."
No? I'm doing this because I'm an Erotic Novelist?
If she was some devout religious type clueless about the meaning, I'd be less pissed.
This was a declaration of war.
Her coming out in a camisole meant she wasn't even trying to hide it from me.
"Fuck... Words don't work on you, huh."
I scooped her up in both arms and roughly dropped her on the bed.
...I was so happy when you said you liked me.
I thought we could finally step into a normal romance.
Na-eun's actions were such a letdown.
Without her consent, I yanked her bottoms right off.
Na-eun didn't resist much; the pink dolphin pants were evicted from the bed by my hand.
Pants off, the black lines stood out even sharper.
Dizzy, words barely came out.
"How's it look? Sexy and hot, right?"
Ignoring my mood entirely, she made a heart with her hands to highlight her tattoo even more.
"You're turned on too, right Oppa? Aren't you?"
She flashed a lewd smile.
But my frozen expression showed no sign of thawing.
"You need punishment."
No one but me gets to approve that mark on you.