It’s Not Sex.
Having things go off-script is something I’ve experienced plenty of times. I don’t even need to look that far back—just think of my villain days, when I tried to seduce heroes. For ten long years, I only ever broke the whores who came crawling to me, begging to be ravished… I never once got to hold the woman I actually wanted. Thanks to that, I consider myself to have quite a bit of patience.
I can smile and entertain the girls—the shitty, ugly ones I have zero interest in—when they try to act close, calling me "Teacher, Teacher." I can let Lee Jiyoon go, reasoning that it’s better to proceed step-by-step if I want to drag both sisters down to the absolute bottom. I can even let Han Su-a go without asking a single question, even though she said she’d stop being my sex partner and then ran away at a pace slow enough that I could have caught her if I’d wanted to.
"…Hey."
But this? I didn’t want to let this slide.
"Who told you to kiss me whenever you want?"
"…Why? You already know everything because of that mistake last time. You know why I’m like this."
While I was giving her a polite warning—telling her I’d let it slide just this once, so don’t do it again—she was giggling and kissing me. When I let out an incredulous sigh, Yozora just flashed a playful smile and licked her own lips. Everything. I didn’t want to let any of it slide.
She’s not some disobedient cat. She’s been tearing up the house, making a mess just to catch my eye because she wants to be ravished roughly, just the way she likes it. Where in the world is there a guy who would put up with all of that? You either throw them out on the street or use every method available to discipline them. To make sure they don’t act on their own whims anymore. A sharp, stinging lesson.
"Hey, hey."
"…."
"I did… things worthy of being ravished, didn’t I? Right?"
"I’m not in the mood for jokes."
"Whyyy. You said if I wanted to be ravished while being cursed at as Yozora, I should handle it well myself… didn’t you?"
"So, what."
"…I think I did a really good job."
"…."
"Don’t you… want to curse at me?"
"…."
Ill-mannered. That thought crossed my mind, and I slowly stood up. There’s no need to curse at her. That’s exactly what Yozora wants. There’s no need to use her body until my sexual frustration is relieved just because I’m annoyed. She’s probably rubbing her tiny feet against my pants right now, hoping for exactly that. So, I let out an annoyed sigh and pulled out my phone. The best punishment for Yozora is forgiveness.
"Here."
"Huh? Why? Oh, you mean I should strip because you’re going to record this now?"
"I deleted the photos from last time."
"…Huh?"
Right in front of Yozora’s eyes, I deleted the blackmail photos that had kept our awkward power dynamic in place. The photos full of lies, where I had dirtied her face with my ejaculation to my heart’s content while she glared at me like she wanted to kill me.
"Lucky you, Yozora. You don’t have any leverage held over you by me anymore."
"…."
I gave a faint smile to Yozora, who was looking up at me with a blank expression, and turned off my phone screen. Now, I am the one who is completely at a disadvantage. If we’re talking about combat ability, I’m no different from an average person who exercises a bit. So, Yozora no longer has any reason to submit to me while cursing, "Fuck, fuck." I can just treat her normally. Not acting with a pathetic mask on, just treating her like a normal person. And in a normal relationship between a man and a woman, unless they’re laughing and chatting happily, they don’t engage in rape play.
"Do whatever you want with the photos on your phone. Delete them, or use them as side dishes when you masturbate."
"…."
"I’ll let it slide that you masturbate while imagining me, so don’t ever act like you know me again."
"…H-hey…."
"…You’re a useless bitch."
"…."
I finished speaking as if spitting out the words, then stepped away from the bed without touching her. Because Yozora ruined my plans just for the sake of her own "tastes," I had an urge to crush her in return, but that, too, was probably what Yozora wanted. With a shallow sigh, I left the bedroom without another word.
"……."
I thought I heard a faint *splat, splat* sound of liquid dirtying the floor, but who knows? I quietly ignored it.
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…Is this the right choice? No. Don’t doubt it. It has to be the right choice. I’ve heard what happens when you get addicted to drugs, so I know the gist of it, right? Sex is the same thing. I’ll definitely end up broken. The first step is to get used to the pleasure slowly while masturbating. But if I get buried in that pleasure already, I might become an idiot who thinks nothing else matters.
"…Haa…."
Inside the bathtub filled with warm water, I hugged my knees and buried myself in the hot water, letting out a sigh as I thought about the teacher I’d met a little while ago. A sex partner. Since the teacher is dating Yozora, it was a relationship I chose as an alternative out of necessity. Closer than a friend, but further than a lover…. Anyway, there’s a reason I cut off that relationship so cleanly. Of course, it’s not because my sex with the teacher left me with bad memories. On the contrary, the first time was much, *much* more pleasant than I’d thought.
But that was….
"…."
…It was so pleasant that it was scary. It was that good even during my first experience, which was supposed to be painful, so if I got used to sex, I might just throw everything else away and do only that…. It was that good, so I was convinced that if I continued the relationship with the teacher, something would definitely go wrong.
For example, it’s like this. Just because the male and female leads in a manga meet, they don’t start kissing right away, do they? When they don’t know each other well yet, they need trivial events—like helping with studies under the guise of grades, or eating delicious food together as a reward for that help, things like that…. But… after smelling the scent of a male’s semen for the first time, the situation got a little weird…. And eventually….
"…."
…Anyway, a sex partner relationship is still too early for me. In the first place, there were a lot of things that just happened because I was swept up in the atmosphere, and waiting until I got used to it would be a nuisance to the teacher and Yozora. Yozora said she couldn’t have sex and was waiting because of my turn, right? It’s much better for me to step out than to keep making her wait…. This is right. Yeah.
"Haa…."
I submerged myself in the tub, the bubbling sound lasting only a moment. After finishing my bath, I returned to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. The bedroom was in a completely different state than when I’d last seen it. Like those "Before & After" segments they show on TV…. I guess the housekeeper must have had a hard time while I was washing up. Feeling a mix of shame and awkwardness, I scratched my cheek and took a step forward. The towels that had been damp from all the fluids I’d spilled were nowhere to be seen. The bed sheets, which had been crumpled every which way by my grip, were back to normal. Though, because the ventilation wasn’t finished, the lewd scent was still lingering in the air….
Whatever, whatever. I closed the bedroom door with a *click*, and threw my body onto the bed, wearing only an oversized T-shirt. …My libido is insane right now. Would it be a nuisance to the housekeeper if I masturbated again? I thought to myself.
"……."
Just touching myself a little bit should be fine. As long as I don’t make a mess again, right? Let’s just satisfy my sexual desire. Just that. With a firm resolution, I pulled up the hem of my T-shirt and bit it with my lips, then began to fiddle with my phone while revealing my lion ears and tail, just like last time. If I masturbate in this state, I get two more erogenous zones. My ears and my tail. Two of them. I didn’t know it at first, but I followed what they did in adult videos, and it felt good.
Tingly… or should I say, electric? Or maybe I just felt dazed. I can’t explain it well, but yeah.
"Hee-hee…."
This is one I watched a week ago, and this one I watched while masturbating all day long a week ago. This one I watched late at night a couple of days ago. This one I just watched. After clearing out the ones I’d already seen one by one, I touched the thumbnail of a video I hadn’t seen yet and closed my eyes halfway.
…Whoa. Look at this woman, wrapping her tail around the man’s arm. Is she acting cute? Asking him to put his di…ck in deeper? …Nah. That’s too much of a male-fantasy production. How much of a pervert do you have to be to go that far? I didn’t even go that far. I didn’t do things like the woman in the video, taking off a condom that was already on, and I didn’t flinch just because he patted my butt lightly, and cleaning up by licking the penis dirty with semen after ejaculating inside….
…. …Ah, that’s that….
"…Ack."
*Vrrr-vrrr.*
While I was masturbating, thinking about the taste of the teacher’s semen that I’d licked so diligently, my phone suddenly vibrated. Startled, I dropped the phone for a second before awkwardly picking it back up. …What is it? The only reason my phone would ring is an alert that my battery is under 15%. Spam text? I’ve never received one of those before…? Did my personal information leak by mistake? Or maybe Yozora….
"Uh…?"
But the KakaoTalk notification on my phone had the name "Seo Woojin" written on it. The kind health teacher who helped me practice making friends in this bedroom a few weeks ago. Yozora’s boyfriend. …At the same time, the man who fixed my tastes with a penis that was erect to a terrifying degree of hardness.
- Su-a.
- Come out for a moment.
A command with a strange vibe sent by such a man. I stared at the phone blankly for a moment, then began to wiggle my way out of the bed. …Because I’d gone home too coldly earlier. That was weighing on my mind. I could at least tell him the reason why I wanted to stop being his sex partner. I had reasons like that, but… honestly, more than that.
"…Ah, Housekeeper. I’m going to go out for a moment."
"Yes? At this hour? It’s already 9 o’clock…."
"A, a friend called me. …A friend. Yes."
"You said that earlier too…."
"It’ll be fine if it’s just for a moment. Probably at most thirty… h-half an hour or an hour."
Because the teacher told me to come out. I smoothed out my clothes in the mirror next to the entrance, swallowed hard, and opened the front door. *I want to stop being your sex partner. Because I can’t think of anything else all day long because of you, Teacher. From the moment I wake up in the morning, while I’m taking classes at the Academy, after I get home, …even when I’m looking at your face, Teacher, I’m struggling because I can only remember the times we had sex.* I repeated that over and over, trying to memorize it so I could say it clearly.