22. Interrogation
"Hyeong-sik, why is my panty here?"
"..."
Hearing Choi Hyunjeong holding up the purple panties I'd been using for jerking off almost every day and asking why they were there, my heart started pounding like a drum while cold sweat trickled down my back. My rock-hard dick deflated like a punctured balloon in an instant. And with that came the wave of regret.
Why the hell did I wash those panties and hang them right there on the towel rack where anyone could see? Right next to the hand towel, no less.
Why? Because I'd been stealing her panties, cumming all over them while jerking off, washing them, and drying them, so I just left them in the most convenient spot. Damn it. And these ones? I'd used them for a quick fap right before crashing this morning, so they were still a bit damp in her hand.
Having never been in a situation like this—not even imagined it—I couldn't come up with a single word to say to the landlady staring me down with that icy expression so unlike her usual self. My mind was a total blank slate.
"Hoo..."
She let out a deep sigh, her eyes colder than I'd ever seen, as I stood there frozen like a statue, unable to respond. Then she walked over to my bed and sat on the edge.
Even as she moved to sit, I kept my head bowed, not daring to twitch. The shock had short-circuited my brain completely.
"Come here."
Her voice was dry, stripped of even a gram of her usual warmth, and my head snapped up automatically toward her. There she was, perched on the bed with her legs crossed. Despite everything, my eyes drifted to her smooth thighs peeking out from under her knee-length skirt.
Staring at her bare legs in a moment like this... How much of a pervert have I become? Or have I always been this way?
Self-mocking thoughts flooded my mind from the psychological shock as I shuffled closer to the bed. She pointed her toe at the bare floor in front of her and spoke.
"Sit."
Overwhelmed by her chilling aura, I dropped my ass to the floor like an obedient dog the second she pointed.
The moment my butt hit the ground, she tapped my shin with her foot. It didn't hurt, but the attitude—so different from before—startled me, and I looked up at her.
"You think you can sit comfortably after what you've done?"
"No..."
Her expressionless face hinted at what she wanted next, and without any resistance, I knelt before her feet. Her white bare foot, toenails painted red, bobbed right in front of my downcast eyes. The sleek shape, like her calves, accented by that pop of red pedicure—it looked so damn sexy. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I felt blood rushing back to my softened cock.
Even knowing she was grilling me for my crime, just seeing her pale foot got me aroused. I was shocked at myself when her real interrogation kicked off.
"I wondered where my favorite panties went, and it was you who took them? What did you do with them?"
"I'm sorry..."
She shook the purple panties—drenched in my cum dozens of times right in front of me—asking what I'd done with them. I couldn't bring myself to admit I'd jerked off with her panties. I just bowed my head and mumbled an apology.
Despite my repeated sorrys, she kept pressing, determined to hear exactly what I'd done.
"You think 'sorry' fixes this? Tell me straight. If you keep dodging, I'll have no choice but to call the cops."
"The cops?"
Hearing "cops" made me blurt out a reflexive question, terror flooding me at the thought of becoming a felon. In this day and age, getting branded a sex offender would kill my job prospects, force me out of school, ruin any shot at a normal life. My eyes darted wildly as I imagined my life ending right there. Seeing that, she doubled down, figuring it was working.
"Answer me already, or we can settle this at the station."
"W-wait, Hyunjeong! I'll tell you the truth! Just please, no cops..."
"Last chance. Spill it. What did you do with my panties?"
As she started to rise from the bed, I grabbed her calves and confessed. She settled back down, crossing her arms. I barely kept my eyes from her massive tits thrusting out between them, then started spilling—skipping the peeping during her showers or the daily fap sessions, picking only what wouldn't piss her off too much.
"That first night you invited me for dinner... I got drunk while you were showering, and I... I ended up stealing your panties. And sometimes, when I couldn't hold back, I'd use them to jerk off..."
"That's it? You expect me to believe you just peeked once by accident, stole my panties, and only jerked off with them occasionally?"
"It's the truth, I swear."
She glared into my eyes. Mine wanted to dodge her piercing stare, sensing I was still hiding things, but looking away would confirm it. I gritted my teeth and met her gaze. Luckily, it worked—she eased off the suspicion soon enough and held up her purple panties for me to see, rubbing the crotch where my cockhead had frottered and cum so many times.
It felt so lewd, like she was doing it on purpose for me to watch.
"So, if I believe you, you stole my panties on a drunken whim and only used them for jerking off now and then?"
"Yes, that's right..."
"But for just a few uses, doesn't my panty reek way too much of cum?"
"Wh-what?"
She'd brought the panties to her nose, sniffing deeply with a lewd [sniff sniff!], declaring they stank of cum too strongly. I stammered in shock. The terror from "cops" had numbed my mind earlier, but now it cleared a bit, letting me notice things I'd missed under her pressure.
Her face was flushed with arousal, not matching her icy, domineering tone. Rubbing her thighs together with her legs crossed... Was she really mad about the stolen panties, or was this something else?
That's when I remembered my new skill. Lewd Gaze—it shows a woman's physical and mental stats. Perfect for figuring out Hyunjeong's true state.
Staring at her still sniffing the panties, I recalled the tutorial: Look at the target and chant the skill name in your mind...
Lewd Gaze!
A window like my stat screen popped up in the center of my lenses, with a loading indicator. About five seconds later, it vanished, filling with her info.
The detailed body measurements and appearance score were impressive, but nothing hit like her 88% libido and Heat (Stage 1) status. All this time, crossing her legs and waving the panties while grilling me... she was just a bitch in heat for a young stud. Every little move screamed seduction now, her scolding nothing but a front—like a horny female pretending she didn't crave cock.