Threaten Me With Something Else
"Then threaten me with something else."
"Why won't you answer?"
Han Seoyeon stared straight up into my face, a couple of tears already slipping free. Her voice was still sharp. She looked one breath away from demanding an answer right then.
And yet both eyes were shaking, unsteady, like someone terrified that the reply she didn't want might come tumbling out of my mouth.
I had no idea what any of it meant. I scratched the back of my neck for no good reason and answered anyway. Why was she digging this hard into whatever had happened between me and Shim Sona? It was too raw to shrug off as a simple pissing contest. There was a strange desperation soaked all the way through the way she held herself.
"I didn't."
"...For real?"
"Yeah. I was out cold the second I came. I don't even know when she left."
The face that had been spilling tears loosened, right there where I could see it. The corners of her eyes, hauled up tight, dropped. The lip she'd been biting down on went slack.
"Haa..."
She even let the breath out long and deep, like relief, and the chest that had been heaving with it swelled once, big, then slowly settled.
"Fine. I'll believe that. That actress bitch's bragging text didn't say anything like it, anyway. But you called it revenge earlier, didn't you?"
Under the cap, though, Han Seoyeon's eyes twisted into something strange all at once. Resentment, maybe. Anger. Or something stickier than either. Another tear gathered beneath the smeared eyeliner, but she scrubbed even that away with a rough palm, as if the tear itself were in the way, and went straight on.
"Then I'd have one too, wouldn't I. A revenge."
Her nipples showed clear through the blue cardigan. Squatting in front of a man's place all night with no bra was already the behavior of a lunatic, and every time she pressed the point those big breasts swayed, dragging against the cloth. No—with both arms spread like that, it was almost as if she were deliberately setting her chest out in front of me.
"Now that I think about it, last time we fucked you barely even touched my tits, huh? I'll be straight with you. These are what made me."
She wasn't wrong. Pretty face aside, Han Seoyeon had been famous for her chest since high school. Big breasts, a narrow waist. Half the guys besides me had stolen looks. Unfortunately, I'd never properly gotten my hands around those lush breasts. I'd been a virgin, a beginner male, and I hadn't even had a feel for when you were supposed to take a nipple into your mouth and suck, or whether you were allowed to keep your hands up there and knead. More than anything, the second I put it in her pussy I thought I was going to blow, so every nerve I had was locked on the head of my dick.
"Don't tell me you came raw inside that flat-chested bitch Shim Sona, and with me you just stared. Is that your revenge?"
"What...?"
"God, this is actually hilarious. Then threaten me with something else. You know damn well how confident I am in this body."
Whether she knew or not—no, she clearly didn't, which was why she could say it like that. Fuck. I had not been a practiced enough male to pull off that kind of advanced, selective service. But how was I supposed to explain that it was just a beginner's problem? Would a guy past twenty, standing in front of a woman, be believed if he said, Actually, I was a virgin, so I didn't really know how to touch your tits or suck them?
"And if you're thinking of using the virgin excuse, don't. They say any bastard with a dick is wired by instinct. See tits, and he bites and sucks."
...Yeah. Figures.
The excuse that had climbed all the way to my throat got shoved right back down. No. I just decided to shut up. A virgin only gets uglier the more excuses he stacks.
While my mouth was sealed like that, half by force, Han Seoyeon had already yanked the cardigan all the way open and come to stand in front of me. Close enough that those fully bared breasts could have brushed my solar plexus. And maybe from the cold, two red nipples stood out stark against the blue cloth, risen into the empty air.
"Revenge accomplished, then. So what am I supposed to do now? Should I beg you to please shove your dick in my pussy raw, sunbae?"
"Whoa, I think we're way too close right now..."
"Or what, should I get on my knees? Please fuck me without a condom. Like this?"
It was mockery. It was sarcasm. The same kind I'd used a little while ago, when I'd asked if she wanted it raw. But the fingertips clutching the cardigan had gone white, and looking at that, my silence had clearly scraped her pride raw.
It wasn't as if she'd spent her whole life getting cursed out as a jjindda with nothing to her name, the way I had. Hell, even if you granted that the acting had just been acting, she hadn't been threatened with a raw creampie the way Shim Sona had. For Han Seoyeon, raised from childhood on nothing but how pretty she was, did being ignored like this wound her pride even worse? To be sized up as a condom-sheathed fuck, a pussy taken only because it had to be taken. If the slight was aimed at the one thing she'd always trusted most—her place as an object of desire—then all the more.
"Calm down first. And in the first place, if you'd just kept it to yourself that you had sex with me, Shim Sona never would've shown up at my place."
So even if it struck dead center, I needed to cool her down. Of course I was curious too. Why spill every last fact? For a top idol, sex was something you hid if anything. It was never a story you went around bragging about. Even if it was a childish sex battle fought over me, a man who looked born to play the part of a safe dildo, she wouldn't bare her own shame just to provoke the other one.
"Th-that's..."
And just as I'd expected, the fury she'd been spitting collapsed all at once, like it had been a lie. Her face stayed flushed crimson, but she even started quietly dodging my eyes. A brief silence passed. Han Seoyeon chewed her lip, reluctant, and opened her mouth.
"That bitch went looking for you first."
"What...?"
"She needed a partner for acting practice, and she said there was exactly one dick that fit. Clean. No strings after. That jjindda club-president bastard from high school. Told me if I found you, to let her know. Said you'd definitely still be a nice clean virgin."
Maybe because I'd spent the whole night behind the counter at the 24-Hour Convenience Store, my head couldn't catch the words I'd just heard. So Shim Sona had gone looking for me first. As a partner for sex practice, at that.
"So...?"
"You know how she is, sunbae. Pathologically, freakishly clean. So I figured she wouldn't thank me for finding you. I thought if I told her it was a dick that had already been inside my pussy, she'd call it filthy and tear into me."
"...And?"
"She asks for the address. Not another word."
Han Seoyeon let out a hollow little laugh, like she couldn't believe it herself, and kept going.
"I still thought it was pride. She just didn't want to lose to me. I never thought she'd actually go and get herself split open raw..."
Whoa. Hold on. What the hell was any of this? I tried shoving her words, one by one, into a brain half-fried from the all-nighter. Han Seoyeon, who'd managed to find me first, had spread her own pussy for the sake of screwing Shim Sona over and stolen my virginity—and instead of Shim Sona backing off in disgust, she'd shown up as the next batter and taken the raw dick too. Something like that?
What is this. It was clearly something that had happened over my cock, and I was the only one who hadn't known a thing.
"Haa..."
At this point I felt pretty pathetic for the version of me that had just shoved it in, bewitched by a pussy spread open in front of his face. I should've asked a little more back then. Why she'd shown up out of nowhere. Why, of all things, they were fighting a pride battle with my dick. I should've pressed. Honestly, I hadn't dug. More precisely, I don't think I'd wanted to. I hadn't had the kind of self-control, down in my dick, to throw cold water on a stroke of luck that had rolled right up in front of me.
Ah. So this was what they meant by the shrimp's back bursting when whales fight.
No. Not even my back. It was my precious cock.
"Okay, I get it. Go home. I was up all night and I'm not in my right mind. I've got your number, so later I'll call—"
"I bought the morning-after pill."
...?
The mouth that had been forcing the words out, feelings pressed flat, fell open and froze.
"You told me to come again. Separate from Shim Sona, I really am starving for a man. You're the one who fucked me. You should know that better than anyone, right? What woman spreads her pussy just to screw a friend over one time?"
That's what I'm saying. That was the part I understood least of all. Would she really just dive into sex with the jjindda class president to stick it to a rival friend? Wait. Then from the very start, Shim Sona was just an excuse—
"You tired?"
A voice cut in out of nowhere, and the thought snapped clean off. At some point Han Seoyeon had risen onto her toes and come right up against my ear.
"Then I'll be on top. You just lie there and take it easy. How's that?"
"Hey... right now I'm..."
"Like I said. Tell me to kneel, I'll kneel. Tell me to beg, I'll beg. Tell me to suck, I'll suck. So do it with me. I've got no schedule today. I can take creampies all day long."
This was clearly her saying she'd take it in her pussy with no condom. A moment later Han Seoyeon set her hand on the front of my pants. Right where my dick was.
"Why? You don't want to? Or is it that I showed up out of nowhere, going on about how I was curious what sex with a guy felt like, and now you feel used, so you're betrayed?"
"Ah. If I said I wasn't, I'd be lying..."
"Then take revenge for that too. Yeah? Being tired doesn't mean your dick stays down. Touch it like this and the whole thing stands up. Revenge yourself on me all you want. I'll do every single thing you tell me to."
Right. Trust an idol. God knows how many fan meetings she'd run. She had a gift for turning even antis into fans with a few words. Up until a moment ago, honestly, I'd been pretty pissed. But listening to her now... she didn't exactly sound wrong.
Fuck. Is a male's brain hung on his dick? Apparently I was a creature that couldn't hold a sense of betrayal for long in front of a cock. I hadn't known I was this easy a bastard, either.
"...Just come in."
"Really?"
"You're an idol. What happens if somebody sees you."
Wanting to lie down—that part, at least, was true.