#84. Punishment
#84. Punishment
I knew better than anyone what Han Gyeo-ul-nim hated the most.
I was the one who had binged his novel over and over.
And I knew damn well how serious Oppa was about this pattern.
"You need to be punished a bit."
Oppa's face started to twist in a hideous way.
An oosak-oosak chilling feeling.
I was already getting curious about what kind of punishment Oppa would give me.
"...W-Why do I need to be punished?"
I twisted my body to show him my resistance.
If I just let him stick it in like this, it'd be a total no-cum.
To stimulate Oppa's lust, I had to resist even more fiercely.
"Hey. Han Na-eun."
Oppa swung his hand down hard next to my face.
The bed went pi-geu-deok.
"...You really think you didn't do anything wrong?"
"...Hik."
Every time he glared at me with those fierce eyes, this guy's hiccups popped out without fail.
"No... I don't need your permission to... Hik! Do stuff..."
Ppak.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh.
It hurt.
This wasn't pain mixed with pleasure—it was just straight-up pain.
Oppa's hand turned my head to one side.
"Say it again. What did you do wrong."
"Hik! I didn't do anything wro—Eut!"
Ppak.
Oppa's big hand slapped my cheek again.
"I'm not kidding. I'm really pissed off."
Something was different.
This wasn't Oppa's usual angry face when he was about to fuck me hard.
Oppa didn't look sexually excited at all.
Why... why...? Why...?
Doesn't the pussy sticker turn you on?
Just this morning, when I drew it on naked, I thought Oppa would pound me mercilessly.
Even as a woman, my body was attractive.
But Oppa was just hitting me.
He showed no sign of pulling down his pants.
"Ah... It hurts. Stop."
"...Where did you get this done."
Ah...!
Now I could kinda guess why Oppa was so pissed.
"Where did you get it done! Han Na-eun!"
His shout scared me so much I felt my body trembling more and more.
...Should I tell the truth? Or no—if I lie one more time here, will Oppa fuck me?
A tightrope walk.
I wasn't sure.
But getting hit like this more was scary.
When I didn't answer, Oppa's hand rose up again.
"...At home!"
I squeezed my eyes shut and, terrified, confessed the truth to him.
"...What?"
Oppa's voice sounded flustered.
"...I did it at home by myself."
"Then this isn't a tattoo..."
"It's henna. That stuff from the gum stickers back in the day..."
Oppa's hand, about to hit me, slowly came back down.
"...Why the hell would you do that."
Holding my still-stinging cheek with one hand, I started explaining to Oppa.
"...I bought it online a while back. This."
I got up from the bed and opened the drawer to show him the leftover tattoo papers.
"You do it like this and rub the ink like this, and it turns out like that..."
I took out one sheet and demonstrated how I did it.
My slapped cheek hurt so much tears kept welling up in my eyes.
When Oppa saw me sniffling, he got up from the bed and hugged me tight.
"...Sorry. That hurt, huh."
In his warm embrace, I felt like I was about to burst into tears.
"No... But... I really... Oppa..."
"Seriously. Why pull a prank like that... I thought you'd gone to some other guy tattoo artist or something..."
He probably didn't even think the tattoo artist could be a woman, but this time, I was the one who lacked consideration.
It was a situation where Oppa could totally misunderstand.
And if Oppa went to a waxing place and said he got it done by some other woman, I'd really...
I'd probably bite his balls off with my teeth.
"Sorry... Oppa..."
"Exactly. Why pull a prank like this. Han Na-eun."
Oppa stroked my hair but asked me in a tone like he couldn't understand.
"...You're not fucking me."
In a crawling voice, I told Oppa the true feelings I'd been hiding.
"...What?"
"...You always try to have normal couple sex with me."
Oppa let out a disbelieving chuckle and grabbed my chin with one hand.
"You wanted to get fucked so bad you did your pussy at home by yourself?"
"Y-Yes... Yes."
Oppa still seemed pissed, but the vibe was different from when he'd genuinely slapped my cheek earlier.
"You're a real crazy bitch."
"...You slapped me without even hearing my side."
Honestly, the Heroines in [I Imprisoned Her] took slaps with a smile even in Lee Jin-seong's occasional pure violence scenes.
They thought it was the natural thing to do, and if they couldn't accept it, they'd get dumped by Lee Jin-seong.
When I was reading alone in my room, I thought I could handle that much too.
I thought accepting Lee Jin-seong's desires like that was the true form of love.
But reality and novels are different.
That one-sided violence was scary and painful.
Every time Oppa's hand rose, I wanted him to stop, and I wasn't turned on at all.
"Haa... Han Na-eun..."
Oppa rubbed his forehead like he had a headache and ordered me.
"Take off your panties."
"...Pardon?"
It didn't seem like something Oppa should say after apologizing and saying sorry just moments ago, so I confirmed his words with a dumb look.
"Take off your panties."
I felt it.
This was it.
This was the Oppa I'd been waiting so long for.
Holding the panty straps with both hands, I slowly pulled my underwear down following his command.
Since Oppa had already taken off my pants, all that was protecting my lower half was the pussy sticker.
"Bite the panties in your mouth."
It wasn't a new pair. It was the one I'd been wearing until just now.
I figured it probably smelled a bit, but without a word, I bit the end with my teeth as ordered.
"You're not doing it right?"
Oppa stepped right up to me and shoved the panties deeper into my mouth with his hand.
His sudden move made saliva naturally drool out of my mouth, and little drops fell plop plop onto the carpetless floor.
After stuffing my mouth full of panties, Oppa gave the next command.
"Get on all fours."
With the panties in my mouth, I climbed onto the bed, using my arms as supports, and stuck my ass out toward Oppa.
It felt just like a scene from [I Imprisoned Her], and my pussy started breathing hot breaths.
"You fucking bitch."
Oppa's hand slapped my ass.
But this time, it felt different from the cheek slap.
Even though he could hit harder, his hand hit exactly that spot between pain and pleasure.
"Wu-eup...!"
With panties in my mouth, a moan-like not-moan sound leaked out.
Minho oppa placed his hand on my right ass cheek, which must have his handprint, and roughly kneaded my flesh.
"If you"
Ppak.
"want to get"
Ppak.
"fucked,"
Ppak.
"say it with words. With words."
Oppa slapped the exact same spot three more times.
I wanted to say "Sorry," but the best I could manage was "Wu-eu-eup."
Jiiik.
The sound of the pants zipper going down.
I knew the moment I'd been desperately waiting for had finally arrived.
Tok. Tok.
The glans casually teasing my slit.
It felt so half-assed for dealing with a lover, but this was exactly the Oppa I wanted.
No foreplay or anything.
Purely for releasing his own lust.
It was definitely insincere, but the heat from his body down there showed how excited he was.
"I'm not moving. You move. You perverted cunt."
Couldn't you say that after at least inserting?
Oppa just held the tip there and gave me this harsh order when I wasn't even properly wet yet.
With panties in my mouth and face buried in the bed, I stretched my arms back and spread my labia with my own hands.
My dry pussy was forcibly spread open to accept the monster cock.
"Eu-eup."
Pain came before pleasure.
But Oppa just looked down at me with indifferent eyes, making no move.
Jjigeok. Jjigeok.
I stretched my arms forward again and started slowly moving back and forth.
"Eup... Eu-eup..."
Moans kept rising from my throat, unable to hold back the pleasure.
Ppak.
"What're you doing. You think we'll finish today moving at this speed?"
I thought it was about my usual rhythm, but Oppa wasn't satisfied.
But in this position, there was a limit to my speed.
Honestly, I thought I was already at my limit...
I tried to speed up, but losing balance to Oppa's cock scraping inside, I face-planted pathetically into the blanket.
"Huu..."
Like a newborn calf unable to hold position, Oppa flipped my body over like tossing trash.
"Look at you. Can't even do this much, yet wearing a pussy sticker as proof of training completion—how fucking ridiculous do you look."
Oppa ridiculed me with a pathetic look on his face.
...You're right, Oppa.
If you didn't carve it yourself, it means nothing anyway.
Seeing his psychopath-like expression, I felt with my whole body once again that Oppa was the man of my destiny.