Chapter 10
These days, Do-ha's morning routine was to press herself right up against the hamster cage on the desk the moment she woke up and stare at the hamster we'd brought home not long ago.
"Do-ha, you need to eat."
"Uh, yeah, okay."
She clearly had no intention of taking her eyes off the hamster running hard on its wheel, so I scooped her up and sat her at the table. I'd prepared mostly side dishes Do-ha liked, so I was sure she'd be happy, but watching her sit there spaced out through the whole meal left me a little hurt.
"I'm done eating..."
"That's all you ate?"
She'd been picking at her food with her spoon, and barely ten minutes after sitting down she was already trying to get up—probably to go look at the hamster.
"I'm full..."
"No, eat a little more. Hm? I only gave you a little rice, so what am I supposed to do if you leave it?"
Then she shoveled the plain rice from her bowl into her mouth with her spoon, no side dishes, cheeks bulging, and got up from her seat without even swallowing. I was dumbfounded. That stubbornness, seriously.
Even while I was getting ready for work, she kept her back to me and showed no sign of looking away from the hamster, and that was a little irritating.
Thock. I gave her a knuckle tap on the head.
"Ow! Have a good day..."
"I'm leaving and you won't even look at me. Aren't you sad?"
"No, I'm sorry... I love you. Have a good day."
As I held Do-ha in my arms, her small white feet dangled slightly off the floor and kicked in the air, so adorable that I showered her face with kisses before checking the time and hurrying to the front door to put on my shoes.
"I'm really going now. Oh, and if you want a drink, you can take out a little alcohol."
"R-really? Is that okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. But just a little, got it?"
...That was probably the brightest expression I'd seen on Do-ha's face in days. The reason I allowed her alcohol was partly that she'd be bored all day at home with nothing but TV or watching the hamster...
More than anything, there was only so much pain over-the-counter medication could suppress. Do-ha woke up every night crying that her eyes hurt, so maybe giving her some kind of outlet—psychological or otherwise—wasn't a bad idea.
The reason I left the house earlier than usual was to pick up Do-ha's phone, which I'd left at a private service center before work.
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When I opened the home cam, I saw Do-ha on the living room sofa, wrapped up in a blanket. Having to just look at such an adorable Do-ha—was this how a cat felt, waiting with a fish right in front of its eyes? While signing approval documents, I took Do-ha's phone, which I'd picked up earlier, out of my bag.
I flicked through the piled-up message threads and stopped at one.
Kim Min-ha.
Do-ha's college classmate. They'd gotten close through a club. And the person who had done the most to interfere in my relationship with Do-ha—the number one contributor.
When I opened the thread with the blue notification badge, it jumped to the last conversation.
January 6, 5:12 PM
- If you're free after work today, want to meet up?
January 8, 7:56 AM
Are you fucking ignoring me?
January 16, 3:21 AM
- Nothing's wrong, right? You're not answering your phone either...
January 22, 4:52 AM
- Please just check your messages. Why are you making me worry.
And even up to the day before yesterday... this bitch kept contacting her, steadily, persistently. Anyone would think she was the girlfriend.
Compared to Do-ha's social circle, there wasn't really anyone she exchanged messages with this regularly. Most of her relationships were broad but shallow—she knew people easily and casually, so the density of those connections was thin, and there was no one close enough to file a missing-person report just because she hadn't been in touch.
Of all of them, she was the one who felt just barely dangerous—like she might really blow the whole thing up on her own.
So yeah, she was an irritating woman.
To suppress the irritation rising in me, I put the phone back in my bag and thought about what to eat for dinner. The thought of seeing Do-ha after work quickly softened my mood.
The life I'd only ever imagined, a truly dreamlike life. A home with Do-ha in it when I got off work. Do-ha held in my arms until she fell asleep. Do-ha eating the food I gave her, wearing the clothes I gave her, obedient Do-ha.
I considered stopping for groceries on the way home, but decided to just order delivery. Because I wanted to get home even one second sooner and hold Do-ha tight.
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I sipped the wine in my glass and checked the clock—already six. I thought about tidying up the messy living room a bit, but the tipsy feeling rising through me made me all woozy. My mood felt a little elevated.
She'd told me to drink only a little, but she hadn't said exactly how much 'a little' meant. I drank without thinking and had already gone through more than half the bottle. I didn't know the exact alcohol content, but it was probably stronger than soju.
Beep beep beep.
At the sound of the front door opening, I flinched and hurriedly moved.
"Oh, you're home? Hehe."
"...Yeah. Looks like you drank a lot?"
"Uh, did... I? I'm sorry. F-from now on, I'll only drink a little..."
It was hard to read her expression as she looked at me. She didn't seem about to scold me; she only tilted her head slightly. Figuring she must want something, I racked my dizzy brain for the answer.
"Uh... I love you, I love you, hehe."
"That's not it. Do-ha, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Huh? F-forgetting something?"
"I told you that when I got home, you were supposed to crawl over on all fours and lick my shoes... Are you a fucking idiot? You already forgot?"
At the curse that suddenly came out, my heart dropped. It felt like the alcohol sobered up all at once, and my vision seemed to brighten a little.
"Ugh, you stupid fucking idiot, my Do-ha. Hmm, what should we do? What should I do? Hm?"
"I-I'm sorry. From tomorrow, I won't forget."
"Hmm~~ No. I'm not letting you off."
She thought about something for a moment, then covered her mouth with her fist as if trying to hide how amused she was.
"Hmm, what should I do. Do you want to get hit? Or do you want to take your clothes off?"
It was such an obvious, easy question.
"I'll take them off."
So the choice was already decided. If I got hit more in this state, it really felt like there'd be no coming back, and what was the point of dealing with it after getting hit—it'd already be too late.
By then, I'd learned with both my head and my body that the best option was not to get hit. Watching her expression, I hurriedly unbuttoned my pajamas.
"Take your pants off too. Yeah, yeah, should we do it on the bed?"
"Yeah, yeah!!"
"Okay, go up and wait."
With that, I tossed my clothes carelessly onto the sofa and went up to the bedroom, where I found Do-ha kneeling on the floor with her forehead pressed to the ground. A laugh burst out of me.
"Pfft, what are you doing, Do-ha?"
"You told me to do this last time..."
I flipped Do-ha over and threw her onto the bed, then kissed her mouth all over. She smelled of alcohol all over her body—she must have drunk quite a bit.
As I licked Do-ha's pale, soft body, I almost thought I could taste the sweet alcohol. I tasted her body here and there, moving slowly down from the top, and then I saw her cute little ass.
"Aah, ah, hah, ngh."
When I bit into her soft ass, Do-ha's back snapped straight. I flipped her over again and pulled her slender ankles up to my shoulders, fully exposing her pale pink pussy.
"Slurp, schlurp."
As I licked her roughly with my mouth, she pushed at my face with her hands and made crying sounds. I didn't want to hear it, so I slapped her cheek once, and she stopped immediately.
"Ngh, ah... ghk, hah..."
"You don't like pain, right? Shut up before I actually kill you."
I like how Do-ha becomes docile under violence. The way she bit down hard on her lip, as if she had something to be so miserable about—how should I put it. It felt like I caught a glimpse of something like a very faint will to endure. And the fact that my lust was stirred by that, honestly.
I wasn't usually one to use harsh language, but I liked watching Do-ha tremble whenever I said something cruel. That was all it was.
"Hmm~ Do-ha. Make me come with your mouth, and I'll stop."
At that, she hesitantly brought her face close, but instead of doing what I said, she just stared with wide eyes, so I grabbed the back of her head and yanked it forward. I felt Do-ha's lips touch my sex.
When I pressed down a little harder, I finally felt Do-ha's clumsy tongue lapping at me. Honestly, her technique was absolute shit, but the fact that Do-ha was going down on me was stimulating enough on its own.
I pushed Do-ha down onto her back, then sat on her face just like that and let my weight settle. I watched every expression on Do-ha's terrified face, one by one, as she slowly struggled to breathe, and savored it.
"Mmph... mmph... ngh..."
"Pfft, you think you can make me come like that? Hmm? You'll pass out before I do."
At those words, Do-ha kicked her legs and moved her tongue more earnestly than before. When I grabbed her hair with both hands and moved my hips, it was like using a pocket pussy.
I shoved my sex against Do-ha's face and pumped hard, then pulled away. A string stretched long between my sex and the corner of Do-ha's mouth before snapping.
Do-ha, her whole face a mess with my juices, too dazed to collect herself, was so adorable—but I couldn't bring myself to kiss her, so I pried open the unconscious Do-ha's mouth with my fingers and spat into it.
Do-ha's lower parts were wet. Had she gotten wet while I was touching her? If so, that would really make me happy.
Squelch, squelch—I thrust my fingers into her pussy, and Do-ha, who I'd thought had passed out, stretched her legs out straight, trembling, and came again.
I patted her belly lightly, wiped Do-ha's face, and since there was no thrill in touching someone who'd already passed out, I just let her sleep as much as she wanted.