Will You Marry Me?
She began peeling off the clothes she was still wearing, stepping closer with every piece that fell.
"Come on, call me Hayun noona already, Junhi."
"Ah… ah, Manager Noona… what the hell are you doing…?"
I genuinely could not remember a single thing I had done last night.
One fact, though, was impossible to deny: the wetness still dripping from between the manager noona’s thighs was semen.
The whole situation was dizzying, chaotic.
"Why that panicked look? It’s fine. Noona isn’t mad. Actually, I should say I liked it, shouldn’t I?"
"Uh… uhh…"
She closed the last of the distance and pressed her body flush against mine. Then she took my left hand and guided it straight between her legs, settling my fingers against her pussy. My fingertips slid past the soft heat of her thighs and met the sticky fluid still coating her folds.
"See, Junhi? Last night’s load is still packed full inside me."
"Th-that’s a lie, right? N-no… why… why would you…"
"A lie? After you shoved that huge, ugly cock all the way into noona’s most precious place and came like you were trying to knock me up♡"
"Th-this isn’t funny……"
I still could not believe I had actually slept with the manager noona. Panic and confusion were the only things left, so I shoved her shoulders away and snatched my sleep pants from the floor.
She watched me in silence, then quietly sat on the sofa and spoke again.
"Junhi? Don’t tell me you’re trying to run. You took noona’s virginity and even came inside my womb, and now you want to bolt? If I’m pregnant, you’re already a father. You planning to leave your kid without ever knowing their dad’s face?"
"Th-that… last night… I really don’t remember any of it…"
"So what, Junhi? Even if you claim you don’t remember, the fact that we had sex doesn’t change. And where exactly do you think you’re going if you walk out right now? Back to that weird girl who’s waiting for you?"
"……Uh, uh………"
Her words froze me solid.
Minhi….
My little sister, who beat me or assaulted me the second I disobeyed, who called it “education,” who injected me with strange drugs out of her pathological obsession and raped me.
Would Minhi just let this slide?
It might not end with “education” this time….
"How about just marrying noona instead? I’ve got more than enough money to take care of you and still have plenty left over. You could do every hobby you want, play however you like—there’d still be cash left. What do you say?"
"………"
Minhi, demanding a forbidden sibling love born of pure obsession.
Eunseo, who kidnapped me with a stun gun, treated me like a dog, and stalked me with the same sick fixation as Minhi.
In a ridiculously short time I had met two women I thought I knew, and I hated both of them.
No—disgusted was the better word.
Neither of them had the slightest intention of setting me free.
"What are you fretting over so hard, Junhi? Noona’s arms are always open like this, you know?"
And now… sitting naked on that sofa, telling me to marry her and promising to take responsibility for me—Manager Hong Hayun noona as well….
I didn’t want to choose any of the three.
I just wanted an ordinary life and an ordinary romance, but no one was giving me a real choice.
Assault, confinement, rape—Yoo Minhi.
Kidnapping, confinement, stalking—Bae Eunseo.
Compared to those two, the manager noona hadn’t committed any crime yet.
If anything… if she reported that I had raped her, I would be the criminal. Yet even so, she was offering me mercy and a choice.
The choice of marriage.
"Don’t worry, Junhi. Even if you run away from here right now, noona can understand."
"………Th-that’s a lie……"
"No, really. Even if you reject noona’s confession and the marriage, I’m confident I can raise your child alone. I mean it."
I kept needling him with words, gaslighting him little by little.
I had offered two choices, but in truth only one option was visible.
The moment he fled my side, he would become the scum who tore through a virgin’s hymen, came inside her, and ran.
Looking at Junhi, I saw how fragile he was—clutching the pants in his hands, fingers trembling.
He’s softer than I expected. Face to heart, every single bit of him is exactly my type♡
Just a little gaslighting and his eyes were already glistening as he stared at me.
Ah, he’s so cute I could die♡ Looking at me with that face makes me want to give him everything♡
If he begged with that expression I really would give him anything—except letting him go. That was a different matter entirely.
This chance had cost me too much to throw away just because he asked nicely.
I quietly patted the empty space beside me.
"Why don’t you sit here for a bit, calm down, and then we can talk, Junhi?"
"………Y-yes……"
With that teary face, using only the pants to cover the important parts, he sat next to me.
I took hold of his head and pulled it down onto my thigh.
"Uh, uh… I… um…"
He tried to sit back up and say something, but I brushed a finger across his lips.
"Shhh. Quiet, Junhi. And from now on you call me Hayun noona, okay?"
I drew his head down again until it rested on my thigh.
"I… I… Hayun noona…"
"Yes, Junhi."
"Please put some clothes on……"
We were both essentially naked, and even though I could only see the side of his face as he lay on my lap, his cheeks had gone faintly pink.
Cute♡
I gently stroked his hair.
"I’ll put something on in a little while. First answer noona’s question, Junhi."
"…Th-that…"
"Will you marry noona? Or are you going to ignore me and walk out of this house?"
"……Ah, ah…… I-I don’t know……"
"Why don’t you know? After you rammed that ugly thing into noona’s pussy last night and came so hard?"
I kept gaslighting him.
Waiting for him to fall into my hands, I kept lightly teasing the boy whose head rested on my thigh….
I leaned my upper body forward and gently settled my full breasts over the top of his head.
—Flinch!
The second my chest touched him, Junhi jerked and the trembling in his body stopped cold.
Cute♡ Acting like a virgin even after we fucked last night is just too adorable♡
"So, are you going to give me your answer now?"
Hurry up and say you’ll marry me!
I was ready to decorate everything for him this very second, meet the parents, even hold the formal introduction if that was what it took.
I stroked the crown of his head and waited for the words.
"……C-can I… answer later…?"
"Later? When? In an hour? Two hours? Five? Tomorrow? When??"
Every minute, every second felt precious; I wanted to start dating him right now.
I had already decided the names of the twins we would have.
But Junhi kept dodging, insisting he would answer later.
"Do you need a little time to think, Junhi?"
"…Y-yes…"
"Can’t you just answer? Noona is really confident she can treat you well."
"…………I-I’ll answer later, I promise…"
"So not today, then?"
"Yes……"
I had gaslit him and pressed a little harder, but he was sturdier than I expected. I thought he would fold right away.
Well… that just makes claiming him more fun♡
His body wouldn’t be able to keep refusing forever, and if it came to it I could always get pregnant for real and make it a done deal…
But this moment right now felt too good♡
The person I loved nestled between my breasts and my thighs, being stroked by my hand.
"Cute♡"
"Huh…?"
"I just meant the way you’re acting is cute."
"Ah, ah… yes……"
I still wanted that important answer, but I also wanted to savor this, so I stopped asking and simply kept stroking Junhi’s hair.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck………fuckingslutfuckingslutfuckingslut"
She stole the Oppa I was going to eat.
"That fucking bitch dares to snatch my Oppa, you low-class whore?? Dares?? A piece of shit like you!!!"
Last night I had washed up ready to have sex with Oppa, only to find the bed empty.
My mind went blank for a second. Afraid someone had kidnapped him again, I grabbed a kitchen knife and bolted out the front door.
Something wet—pre-cum or semen—had dripped down the stairs, so I climbed carefully…
The trail stopped in front of one particular door.
The face of that fucking bitch I had run into earlier that day flashed through my head. I was ready to kick the door in and kill her, but the cunning whore had the security chain on. She opened the door just enough to threaten me with the police.
I could do nothing. Right in front of my eyes, Oppa was taken from me.
"A whore like you… fuckfuckfuck a slut like you doesn’t get to look at my Oppa, you don’t know your fucking place………"
Oppa’s room was wrecked beyond recognition under my rage.
The desk had been split in half by my fists; the neatly arranged books lay torn and scattered across the floor.
"Nonononono Oppa my Oppa I can’t give Oppa away how hard I worked to get him……"
The thought that Oppa had been stolen grew larger and larger until I could no longer think straight.
All I could do was keep turning over and over in my mind how I was going to snatch him back from that whore’s hands.