Relationship (9)
There wasn't any particular reason for me to follow him. It was just, what should I call it… a tracking instinct peculiar to mutant-type transcendentals? I absolutely did not follow him while sneaking around and watching my step with the thought, "Maybe if I tail Seo Woojin, I can find some useful weakness." And I definitely, absolutely did not follow him to get a hold of a weakness that would be on par with saying, "Baek Seoyeon is a spy belonging to the villains." I just had some time to kill, he didn't seem to have any hostile feelings toward me, and looking at the direction, it was only a slight detour from my way home, so I just decided to follow him once. I repeat, it was because of the tracking instinct peculiar to mutant-type transcendentals.
"…Is that the place?"
Had it been about ten minutes since I started walking from the Han River Park? Seo Woojin, who had been walking straight without stopping, halted in front of a certain building. I suppose that was his destination. I walked stealthily to avoid being caught while cooling off my sweat, then immediately hid behind the corner of another building and poked my eyes out to look.
What was in front of Seo Woojin was that… anyway, it was an incredibly expensive-looking officetel. Would it be accurate to say it costs hundreds of millions of won? Anyway, it was the kind of officetel that someone like me couldn't even dream of. So, healing-type transcendentals live in places like this.
I, who was still just a low-level member of the Villain Alliance, felt a terrible wealth gap between us, but that was only for a moment. I tilted my head, watching Seo Woojin who was just fiddling with his phone instead of going inside. Why isn't he going in? Is he waiting for someone? If he is waiting, for whom? A girlfriend? …Could it be, some other illegal work?
"…Hmm."
Should I watch a little longer before I go? As I was observing him with that thought, a woman walking down the street approached and started talking to Seo Woojin. I wondered if she was his girlfriend, but seeing them part ways shortly after, that didn't seem to be the case. It felt like she was just asking Seo Woojin for directions.
While I was continuing my surveillance like that, Seo Woojin, who had been staring at his phone with a blank expression, slowly looked back toward the officetel. At the same time, he wiped away all the cold expression he had been wearing just a moment ago and smiled affectionately. As if he had met a lover… …No. Rather than that, it was like, as if he were acting.
"Is he really here to meet a girlfriend…?"
A girlfriend from a rich family who could afford to live in a place like this? Well, if it's not a girlfriend, it would be his parents. He wouldn't make that kind of expression in front of a man. Anyway, it's a bit of a disappointing gain for having stalked him this far. But what can you do? It's lucky to get useful information just by stalking someone once. Sigh. It's a waste of time to just go back, and… since I've come this far, should I at least see who it is?
I let out a small sigh and pretended to be a passerby, slowly crossing to the opposite sidewalk. And, I saw her.
Han Su-a.
The daughter of the Hanseol Group, whom Yozora is currently working on. She was standing in front of Seo Woojin. And even with her cheeks slightly flushed.
"What kind of conversation are they having?"
They were talking about something, but because of the distance, I couldn't hear it well. I felt like I could hear it somehow if I brought out my 'ears', but if I did that, my tail would pop out too. I didn't know if there were no people around, but since there were a few men nearby, I didn't want to unnecessarily attract attention. It wasn't just about being embarrassed; I hadn't prepared any excuse for when I got caught by Seo Woojin, either.
In the end, there was only one thing I could do quietly. Reading Han Su-a's lips from afar to see what kind of conversation the two were having was all I could do.
So… sex? Sex par… t… ner…
"…Ah."
Thanks to that one non-daily word, things I thought were unrelated started to fit together on their own. Yozora, who had suddenly called me about a month ago and rambled on about the red thread of fate. Seo Woojin, who quietly turned a blind eye to the existence of me and Yozora, even though he had a small weakness on her as well. Han Su-a, Yozora's target. Seo Woojin, who for some reason had known Han Su-a since the entrance ceremony. If I roughly mix these to my taste, it means that Seo Woojin, even now that he is not a villain, is helping Yozora.
"…."
If so, the reason?
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As the saying goes, a person cannot beat a machine.
"Augh… ugh……. I’m sorry…."
Even if it feels good to squeeze and twist my hardened nipples, rubbed raw by the bedding, with my fingers. Even if it feels good to scold my clitoris with my fingertips while loading all sorts of delusions into my head. Even if it feels good enough to die to masturbate until my head is spinning with fingers shoved deep into my soaked vaginal walls. It doesn't feel as good as using a machine invented for masturbation.
"Seo Woo, jin…. you bastard…. I said I was sorry……."
Next to the baijiu bottle that had been emptied of barely two glasses. I brought a masturbation tool that resembled… an electric massager, and while buried in the sofa as if crumpled, I pressed down on my clitoris, which was soaked with love juice, over and over again. It goes without saying, but it's the same position where I was fucked as if being raped by Seo Woojin last time. …Is it because my breasts are unnecessarily large? The position where he would press me tightly against the sofa and fuck me instead of doing it on the table because it was uncomfortable.
"I apologized, so why, why is it getting faster…."
Bzzzzzzzz- I press the massager, which sounds strange because I'm pressing it against my slippery, wet clitoris, even harder. Even if saliva flows between my lips, which are kissing the back of the sofa, while I’m panting and inhaling, I put strength into the hand holding the massager. Even if love juice pours endlessly onto the sofa cushion I’m kneeling on, and even if it wets the massager and unpleasantly dirties my hand, I don't let go of the massager. I imagine Seo Woojin is raping me, and I rape myself.
"I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…. That’s the right way to say it in Korean, right…."
Even if I eventually collapse onto the sofa because even the strength to support myself is gone, I bring the massager held in both hands to my clitoris. The faint smell of semen I used as a side dish for a few days has all been buried by the smell of my own love juice from masturbating without rest for days, but still, I sniff the sofa and torment my clitoris. Even if I collapse to the side and continue masturbating after my waist trembles, I don't let go of the massager. …I can just think of it as having changed positions. It wouldn't be fun if he only fucked me hard from behind. Like this, lying on my side, he might want to fuck me while massaging my breasts, right…. Besides, my breasts are… they’re a bit arousing, aren't they? I’m at the point where I want to give myself a paizuri, so how could a man resist? If he wants to squeeze them tightly, leave marks by biting them with his teeth, and lick them all over with his tongue, this position is better than mating from behind….
- Knock, knock, knock.
"Eh…?"
Just before I was about to suck my own breasts, imagining it was Seo Woojin licking them. The sound of someone knocking on the front door rang out quietly. And not even five seconds later, the sound of the doorbell followed. I was a little flustered because I was in the middle of masturbating, but well…. I regained my composure shortly after. …He probably pressed the wrong button. I didn't order delivery or a package. Besides, how can I go out in this state? I’m soaked below the waist. I just pretend I’m not home and put strength into the massager that is buzzing so it can vibrate bzzzzzzzz again.
- Beep. Beep, beep, beep.
"…?"
But even so, the sound doesn't stop. Not only does it not stop, but now I hear the sound of the door lock being beeped, beeped, beeped as they try to come in directly. The first thought that came to mind was none other than a thief. But if it were a thief, wouldn't they have investigated the fact that I’m home at this hour? Then what is it? A robber? What’s the difference between a robber and a thief? The most convincing guess is that a drunken resident mistook my house for theirs.
"Ah…. damn…."
I don't know, I don't know. They’ll leave once they realize it’s not their house after pressing it a few times. If they keep not leaving from in front of the door, I can just go out then and scold them. Just in time, the door lock sound, which had stopped for a moment, let out a beep- sound, indicating it was wrong. That’s what I thought. Drink in moderation, will you. I, who was touching my hair that had become matted from rubbing against the sofa, lay face down on the sofa again with a sip of alcohol.
"…Eh?"
That was when it happened.
Katalk, a unique notification sound, was heard from the phone on the table. It’s a sound I never hear because I usually keep all notifications turned off, but there is only one. It’s a notification sound I can hear only when it comes from Seo Woojin.
"Wha, what is this…."
I, who rolled off the sofa as if tumbling, immediately picked up the phone. Because the touch didn't work well due to the alcohol I spilled by mistake a moment ago, I wiped the screen clean with the sleeve of my pajamas, and,
Immediately, immediately I ran and unlocked the front door. I remembered it late, but this was the wrong choice. Last time, I was drunk and ended up letting my true feelings out a little, but at least now that I was sober, I had to act like the rude Yozora. However,
"…Why, why did you come…."
"Close the door first and let’s talk."
Looking at Seo Woojin, who seemed slightly angry, I couldn't think of anything. The fact that I was only wearing a baggy black T-shirt that reached my thighs because I had been masturbating until just now. The fact that if I pass the entrance and look at the living room, the sofa covered in the smell of a female will appear. The fact that the massager covered in my love juice is lying on top of it. Everything.
"Is the bed in this state too?"
"It’s not… though…."
I stared at the messy sofa for a moment. Seo Woojin, who had placed his coat on the armrest of the sofa that was at least decent, barged into the bedroom without my consent. Why did you come, why are you angry, why haven't you contacted me until now, did you, by any chance, fuck Su-a-chan? I have a mountain of questions I want to ask, but I also follow Seo Woojin without a word. Of course, still wearing only a T-shirt. Clutching the hem of the T-shirt and pulling it down, trudging along. Seo Woojin, who had followed me into the bedroom like that,
"Hey."
"Wa, wait a minute…."
He forced me to sit on the bed. So low that the word "laid down" might be more appropriate. And then he approached me, pressing my hands down onto the bed. …He’s handsome…. No, I must smell terrible from sweat because I’ve been masturbating for a long time since school ended. What do I do? Besides, the smell of love juice or saliva….
"Answer me first. Yozora."
"Ye, yes…."
I blurted out honorifics without realizing it, then bit my lower lip, thinking, 'Oh no.' I should have shouted, "Let go of my hand, you bastard." Calming my pounding heart, I slightly raised my head and looked at Seo Woojin. …A cold, blank expression. Ever since he forced his way to my house, he had always had this expression whenever he treated me. But today, it felt even colder, so… it’s arousing.
"What did you do to Han Su-a?"
"…."
I don't know. However, judging by the circumstances, it seems something happened. Something that would make Seo Woojin angry enough to scold me. Could it be that Su-a-chan got hurt? If so, Seo Woojin would have healed her without any trouble. If she had died, he wouldn't be asking me so kindly. The only thing that comes to mind right now is that I urged Su-a-chan to let herself be fucked quickly earlier today. Combining this situation with what happened during the day… could it be that Su-a-chan sent a text to Seo Woojin saying something like, 'Please fuck Yozora first'? Saying that Yozora wanted to have sex sooooo badly?
"…."
Then what do I do? Su-a-chan. If you do something like that…. Master will be pissed off, you know. …He hates me a lot, you see. You saw it too, right? Even if he fucks me hard without hesitation, he sprays all his semen only inside your body and your mouth.
"…I didn't do anything."
"Again."
"I said I didn't do anything."
"You put ideas into Han Su-a's head to piss me off, didn't you? Isn't that right?"
"…You’re writing a novel. You idiot."
"…."
I kick his thigh with my foot to make him angry, shake off his hand with all my might and raise my middle finger to make him angry, and smile grinningly to make him angry. Seo Woojin, who looked down at me like that for a moment, let out a chilling sigh and poured one more word into my ear.
"…I won't fuck you if you do this. Yozora."
"…."
One more word.
"If you want to be fucked that much, …do something worth being fucked for."
"…."
One more word.
"Then I’ll fuck you all night long as a reward."
"…."
"…You’re smart, so you understand what I mean, right?"
"…Fuck off."
"Why? Do you want me to cover your face with a blanket right now and call you Han Su-a while I fuck you?"
"…."
"You wouldn't like that either. Your pride would be hurt."
"…."
"If you want to be fucked while being cursed at as Yozora…. handle it yourself."
"…."
A few more words. Whispering.