Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: GAL-174 (4)
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I trailed off, feigning distress at her probing questions.
"... It's got nothing to do with my sexual preferences. Bullying is bullying. Porn tastes are porn tastes. Don't force a connection."
Park Chae-rin smirked at my response.
"Pfft. That make any sense? Just be honest. You like bully girls. Who knows? Maybe she'll even let you grope her tits."
Then she stretched her leg under the table, nudging my calf with light taps.
She seemed totally taken in by my act, viewing me as a complete shy, pathetic virgin nerd.
I kept up the naive routine.
"... W-why are you doing this? A sincere apology would've been enough for me."
Park Chae-rin nodded in response.
"That's why I'm offering one. A real sincere apology. No money, so your big sis will make you feel good instead. Sound good? Keep the bullying on the down-low?"
Soon her toe lifted slightly, rubbing teasingly against the inside of my thigh.
A dizzying depth—just a bit farther and it'd brush my hardening clone.
I savored the sharp thrill and shot back at her.
"... Make me feel good? What exactly?"
Park Chae-rin tapped my erect cock dismissively, as if telling me to drop the innocent act.
"This. I'll suck it off. Anything goes except kissing and fucking. Tits and ass gropes are fine too. Be real—you don't want some empty words for an apology, right?"
"... No cash, so you're paying in pussy? Few blowjobs and we're square?"
"Not wrong. But hey, no loss for you. A body like mine doesn't come cheap. Better a mouth on your dick than me kowtowing, yeah?"
I rubbed my chin, pretending to mull over her persuasion.
Then curiosity hit, and I tested the waters with a counteroffer.
"Ahem. Full service might make me consider. Mouth alone feels half-assed."
As I voiced mild regret, Park Chae-rin shot me an incredulous glare.
"Full service? You wanna fuck? That's straight-up conscienceless."
"Why? What's the issue?"
"You claimed my teasing hurt you. Blackmailing for pussy normal?"
"... You're no saint either. No dough, so blowjob offer. What, hooking?"
Her face flushed crimson as she sputtered excuses.
She'd just sworn up and down no body trades.
"W-well! Fuck, 'cause your kink's that bullshit! Just probing! Think I wanna? Broke as shit! Threatening exposure—what choice?"
I snickered at her freakout.
"So if you're whoring out, go big. Full fuck, no half-ass mouth tease."
"... Fucking prick. Saw the opening, going for the kill. Knew you'd pull this."
"Nah. Who's forcing? Don't wanna, don't. I'll expose and done. Settlement cash, body atonement, or SNS public apology. Pick one."
She quivered, swallowing rage at my ultimatum.
"... Dogshit bastard. Dead set on fucking. Only one's real choice anyway."
"Then pick it."
"... Mouth really no-go? Fucking's a hard no!"
"That averse?"
"Fuck yes! Am I some slut? Spreading for randos?"
That sparked sudden curiosity—I asked Park Chae-rin point-blank.
"Speaking of, got a boyfriend?"
"... Boyfriend? Why the hell now?"
"Pure curiosity."
She eyed me suspiciously before shaking her head.
"... Nah. Not now. Would I deal with this crap if?"
"Recent ones? Total count?"
Irritated at my prying, she snapped back.
"Why grill me? Think I slutted around?"
"Nope. Legit curious. Spill."
"... Recent was a month back. Never tallied lifetime."
In other words, too many to count.
Total slut confirmed.
Delinquent dancer origins, figures.
"... Sigh."
My faint exhale caught her ear—she bristled instantly.
"Fuck. That sigh? Don't tell me pure virgin fantasies."
"Nah. Just hoped. Delinquents ain't always sluts. Conservative tsundere vibe? Kinda wished."
"What? Plain English."
"Anyway, mileage queen's disappointing. Figured you were worth a shot."
"... Worth? Insane? I'd grovel first."
"Whatever. Tweaking the offer. Bet me? You win, swear on heaven—no more past dirt blackmail. No cash or sex demands."
Wary of my pivot, she probed.
"... Bet? What kind? No bullshit?"
"Easy. Hold out a week without spreading for me, you win. Game?"
No real alternative—she couldn't refuse.
"... Sigh. Snagged by a psycho. Lay out terms. Fine, hearing it."
I laid out the bet to Park Chae-rin.
"Rules simple. Don't spread for me all week."
"... Huh?"
Blank-faced, she tilted her head repeatedly, uncomprehending.
Soon her brows furrowed deeply, demanding clarification.
"... So you're saying I'll end up spreading for you? Within a week?"
I nodded without a shred of doubt.
"Yep."
"... Honestly, more intrigued than pissed? What gives the balls? Hot bod flexing?"
"No flex. Certainty. You'll spread for me. No threats needed. You'll crave it."
"... Holy shit. Total nutjob? Porn overload fried your brain? Think chicks that easy?"
"Decide. Week timer. Hour dates daily. Some skinship mandatory."
Her eyes sparked—she grinned defiantly.
"Fine. No kisses, no hardcore gropes. Fair? Gonna melt me with charm, yeah?"
Half-assed taunt, whatever.
I fired back dryly.
"... Sorry, kisses iffy too. Bet you've slurped tons of cocks."
Blushing furiously, she stomped my crotch hard.
My rock-hard clone took zero damage.
"C-crazy fuck! Low blow! Boundaries?!"
"... Ow, yeah. Take it back. Bet's on? No welching?"
"Call! Spread for you, I'm slave for life! Laughable."
"Hm? For real? Didn't stipulate."
"Sigh. Dumbass. You'll win how?"
"Slave confirmed?"
"Whatever, moron. Zero odds I spread."
Perfect—I accepted her terms.
"Deal. Your wish. I win, lifetime slave. Spread on demand, suck diligent, total obedience. Call?"
"Tch. Fine. No bitching post-loss."
"Heh. Time'll tell. Formalize anyway? No legal weight, but paper trail smart."
"Yeah. Wanted that. Your type flakes on deals."
I grabbed paper and pen, jotted the terms.
Signed side by side.
"Good. Starts now. No initiative spread in week, you'll never see me. No threats ever."
"Shut it. Pick date spot. Hassle."
She cleared the cold tteokbokki and stood.
I quizzed her usual haunts.
"Exes—where'd you hit usually?"
"Me? Clubbed when free."
"Club it is. The one with your ex."
"... Sigh. Psycho classic. What pervy scheme?"
"Haha. Not pervy. Male superiority demo. Same spot, same date—different sparks? Trippy, no?"
"... Retard. First moron like you. Ex hotter by miles. Me horny for you?"
"Watch. That worn-out pussy? I'll flood it."
She swung a fist, slamming my chest full force.
Solid muscle blocked—her hand jarred only.
"... Argh! Muscle monster fuck! Why so damn hard?!"
"Haha. Creeps you now. Later, begging under 'em."
"Shut your shit!"
—Thwack!
This time, her foot lashed my calf hard.
Again, just dented her instep.