The Student Council President's Secret Folder
The hill path up to my studio apartment was steep and black as pitch. As I walked the unlit alley — not a single streetlight in sight — the click of Seo Jisu's heels behind me kept cutting out and picking back up, irregular as a failing pulse.
Click... click... click...
It sounded like the frantic heartbeat of a woman standing at the edge of a cliff. Anxious. Precarious. Ready to crumble at any second.
I deliberately didn't look back. I already knew what her face would look like.
The haughty student council president who always lifted her chin and lectured me whenever we crossed paths in a school hallway. That same woman was now walking, of her own free will, into a returning student's dingy, stale-smelling studio — a place she would normally have regarded the way you'd look at a cockroach — all because of a single USB stick packed with evidence of a crime.
This is fun.
A thin, crooked smile spread across my mouth. This was power. The most primal, most airtight hierarchy that money and information could manufacture.
"We're here."
I stopped in front of the rusted iron door. Each beep of the electronic lock rang out unnaturally loud in the dead-quiet alley. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Then the unlock chime.
I opened the door and went in. The room still held the shampoo scent and faint trace of sweat that Choi Yura had left behind that afternoon. That sweet, musky smell stirred something predatory in me.
"Come in. It's not much."
I said it as I toed off my shoes. Seo Jisu hesitated outside the threshold, her hands locked around her handbag strap so tightly the knuckles had gone white.
"Aren't you coming in? Then I'll close the door."
I took hold of the doorknob and made as if to shut it. She startled and shoved her foot across the line.
"I... I'll come in. I'm coming in."
Her voice shook as she stepped inside. The heel of her foot trembled faintly as she slipped off her shoes. I smirked to myself, sat down in the middle of the room, and patted the mattress.
"Sit. The floor's cold."
Seo Jisu ignored me and stayed planted near the entrance, half-crouched, as if she might bolt. Her eyes were fixed on a single point — my pants pocket. Specifically, the place where the USB was.
"Give me that."
She thrust out her hand, urgent and raw.
"The USB... you said you'd give it to me. Keep your promise."
"I did say I'd give it. But I believe I mentioned that nothing comes free?"
I drew the USB from my pocket. A little plastic lump no bigger than a thumb. Inside it sat a nuclear warhead capable of erasing Seo Jisu's entire life. I waggled it between my fingers, playful, cruel.
"I skimmed through what's on here... the video quality is pretty good. Especially you, sunbae... mm. You were quite enthusiastic. Different from the usual image."
"Shut up...!"
Her face went red as a beet. Shame and fury wet the corners of her eyes.
"Don't say anything... please... just give it to me..."
A pleading voice. That rigid pride of hers was coming apart like glass under a heel, shattered by a single sentence from me.
"Alright. I'll give it to you. But..."
I unfolded the battered folding table beside the bed and set the USB on top of it.
"We should verify it first, shouldn't we? Whether this is actually your video, sunbae — or whether I'm just running a bluff."
"What...?"
"Let's play it. Together."
I pulled my laptop from my bag and set it on the table.
"No! Are you insane? Why would I watch that!"
Seo Jisu screamed and stumbled backward.
"And if you don't? What if I hand you an empty stick and dump the originals on the internet later? The first rule of a transaction is inspecting the goods, isn't it?"
The logic was a stretch and I knew it. To a woman paralyzed by terror, it was an offer she couldn't refuse. She was terrified I would stab her in the back — terrified her shame would be stripped naked in front of the entire world.
"Come sit down. Let's enjoy the show together."
A chime sounded as I slotted the USB into the laptop. A folder bloomed open, and dozens of thumbnails flooded the screen — a feast of raw, naked flesh. Seo Jisu couldn't bear to look. She turned her face away.
"Here we go. Jisu_Motel_FirstTime. Jisu_InTheCar. Jisu_SchoolUniformPlay..."
Every filename I read aloud made her shoulders flinch.
"Which one should we watch? The one in the car was pretty hot."
Click. The video player launched. A man and a woman tangled together in a cramped car filled the screen. The man was her ex-boyfriend, Gang Minho. The woman was, unmistakably, Seo Jisu.
"Aahh! Oppa... what if someone sees... nhh! Not there...!"
Her raw, unfiltered moan spilled from the laptop speakers. The real Seo Jisu clapped her hands over her ears and sank to the floor.
"Turn... turn it off... please...! Turn it off! You crazy bastard!!"
"Why? Sounds good. Different tone from when you yell at kids at school. Much nicer to listen to."
I turned the volume up on purpose.
"Harder... harder... nngh! Yes! Minho...!"
The Seo Jisu on screen was obscenely, shamelessly lewd — clinging to her boyfriend's body, rolling her hips, eyes half-glazed with pleasure. It was almost impossible to believe she was the same person as the woman crouched in front of me, shaking.
I stood and walked toward her slowly. She had curled into herself on the floor, face buried in her knees, like a child trying to disappear from the world.
"Sunbae."
I clamped a hand on her shoulder, hard.
"That woman in the video — that's the real Seo Jisu, isn't it? All that acting kind and righteous at school was just a facade."
"It's not... it's not..."
"What's not? Look at you. You're enjoying it that much. Look at those glazed eyes."
I forced her chin up. A face soaked in tears. Her eyeliner had run; ugly black streaks crawled down her cheeks.
There it was. I'll do whatever you say. The surrender I had been waiting for. I smiled and wiped her tears away with my thumb.
"You should have come out like that from the start. Our student council president."
I hauled her to her feet.
"You said you'd do whatever I tell you?"
"Nngh... anything... I'll really do anything..."
"Then prove it."
I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide, making a show of it.
"What you did in the video. Do it here. In front of me."
"......What?"
Her pupils shook as if the ground had split open under her.
"I want to see it in person. Compare whether the real thing is better than the recording."
Click. I unbuckled my belt.
"Come here, get on your knees, and service me properly. The way you did for Gang Minho."
"You... are you insane...!? How could you..."
"If you don't want to, leave. The door's open."
I glanced at my wristwatch, or pretended to.
"But in five minutes, the school bulletin board, the Bamboo Forest, Facebook... they'll all be plastered. You know that."
I lifted my phone and made a show of hovering over send.
"What would make a good title? The Student Council President's Lewd Double Life? Or With a PE Guy in a Cramped Car?"
"N-no...!"
Seo Jisu grabbed my arm in a panic. Her hands were ice.
"I'll do it... I'll do it, so... please don't post it... please..."
She had collapsed completely. The terror that her life could end tonight had drowned her dignity, her shame, everything that made her a person. She sank to her knees at my feet — in the exact same spot where Choi Yura had gotten on her knees and mopped the floor that afternoon. This time it was student council president Seo Jisu who knelt there.
Her hands shook as she pulled my pants down. My cock stood out in a thick, obvious bulge against my underwear, laid bare in front of her face.
"Take it off."
At the short command she eased my underwear down with careful, reluctant fingers. I sprang free, hard and angry, right in front of her nose. Seo Jisu swallowed. The size, the weight of it — nothing like Gang Minho. And worse than the size was the simple fact of who it belonged to. A junior she had looked down on. That knowledge made her smaller still.
"What are you waiting for? From the video, you sucked pretty well."
I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her down.
"Mmph!"
Her face was buried in my groin. The thick, male smell of me hit her nose. She shut her eyes in something like surrender and opened her mouth. A warm, wet tongue wrapped around the head of my cock.
Slurp... suck...
Clumsy, but desperate. Her hair tickled my thighs. I stroked her head and looked past her, at the laptop. On the screen, the Seo Jisu of the past was servicing another man. In this room, the Seo Jisu of the present was servicing me. A grotesque overlap. The slow overwrite of Gang Minho — erasing the man who had owned her, and taking his place.
"Deeper. All the way to the back of your throat."
I rolled my hips and pushed into her mouth.
I drove in to the hilt.
"Ghk! Khh...!"
She gagged and raked her nails down my thighs. Tears ran freely, pain written all over her face, but she didn't take her mouth off me. She couldn't. The videos would go public if she did.
"That's it. Good girl."
I patted her cheek, almost playful.
"Sunbae. You know what? The way you look right now is really something."
"Nngh... mmph..."
"Totally different from when you're being a preachy hardass to kids at school. A born bitch, through and through."
The humiliation didn't spark a fight. She worked her tongue harder instead — wanting it over, wanting out of this hell even one second sooner. I had no intention of letting her off that easy. This wasn't sex. This was the start of her training.
I pulled out of her mouth. A long thread of saliva stretched between us and broke.
"Get up."
She stood on unsteady legs and wiped her mouth roughly with the back of her hand.
"Turn around. Hands on the bed. Bend over."
She hesitated, then turned her back and set her palms on the mattress. Her tight jeans hugged every line of her ass.
"Pants off."
She undid her belt and pushed them down. The panties went with them, caught at her ankles. Her white ass was suddenly, completely exposed — and everything between her cheeks with it, laid open in front of me with nothing left to hide.
"From the video, you seemed to like it from behind. The way you shook your ass wasn't amateur hour. Am I right?"
I ran a finger down the cleft of her ass.
"Nnh...!"
"Guess Gang Minho never touched you there. Nice reaction."
I took lube from the drawer and slathered it on generously. Then, without giving her time to brace, I drove into her from behind in a single stroke.
"Aaaah!"
Seo Jisu screamed and clawed at the sheets. Tight. She clearly didn't have that much experience — her inner walls clenched around me in a fierce, panicked grip.
"It hurts... it's too big... hhkk... I think I'm going to tear..."
"Endure it. Think of it as the price of pleasure."
I locked my hands on her hips and started pumping, rough and relentless. Slap. Slap. Slap. The room filled with the dull percussion of skin on skin and Seo Jisu's broken, tear-soaked moans. On the laptop, her recorded voice moaned along in grotesque harmony with the real one.
"Student council president! Does it feel good?"
I used her title on purpose, driving it into her with every thrust.
"Ah! Ah! I don't know... I don't know... waaah! Please...!"
She shook her head and wailed. The self coming apart. Student council president Seo Jisu was dying on that bed, and the only thing left underneath me was a female animal named Seo Jisu, panting.
"Say it. Whose is it? Whose body is this!"
She sobbed my name as she came apart between pleasure and pain. I was at my own limit.
"Take it. It's your master's mark."
I poured myself into the deepest part of her, hot and final.
"Kyaaaaaah―!!"
Her body convulsed and collapsed. Her womb clenched and fluttered around me, holding what I had left in her.
Some time later, I pulled out of her and got dressed. Seo Jisu lay face-down on the bed, staring at nothing, dragging in ragged breaths. Between her ass cheeks, what I had put in her trickled out and soaked the sheets.
"Here. The thing I promised."
I picked the USB up off the floor and tossed it onto the pillow beside her head.
The reason I was handing it over so easily? Simple. There was a backup in the cloud. This was the leash that would keep her tied to me for the rest of her life. There was no universe in which I would actually let it go.
Seo Jisu clutched the stick in both trembling hands, the way a drowning person clutches a rope. She pulled her clothes on in a clumsy rush and headed for the door like she was fleeing a fire.
"Sunbae."
She flinched and stopped.
"See you next time. There's more I need to 'inspect.' Today was good."
Seo Jisu bolted without looking back.
The door slammed. Silence rushed back into the room. I lay spread-eagle on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Choi Yura's sweet shampoo, Seo Jisu's cold perfume, and the musky smell of what we had just done mixed together into a peculiar fragrance. The smell of winning.
"Two."
Choi Yura. Seo Jisu. Two pieces of prey, both of them perfectly in the trap. All that was left was to pull the string, slowly, and let them suffocate.
I thumbed my phone awake and checked the account. The coin returns were still screaming upward in fat red numbers.
"Money and women. And power."
Everything was sliding into my hands. The pathetic Park Dohun from ten years ago was gone. This campus was my kingdom, and I was the apex predator that ruled it.
I licked my lips and shut my eyes. The thought of the faces I would see on campus tomorrow was enough to drive me insane with anticipation.