Chapter 34
Chapter 34
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 34
Chapter Title: 7. I Absolutely Won't Have Sex With You (2)
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Sometimes, there are those moments.
Moments when you don't even need to bother with a conversation to know exactly what the other person wants to say.
"...I'm gonna... rape you..."
Yojora.
22 years old.
Hobby: drinking.
The fetish she's secretly nurtured since childhood..., not important, so skip.
Gulp. Swallowing hard, I backed against the front door and slowly approached Seo Woo-jin.
"......"
Seo Woo-jin.
20 years old.
Hobby? Who knows.
Fetish? Who knows.
It's fine.
Because in the end, the important things boil down to just a few.
One.
He's decent-looking, if I do say so myself.
Two.
Whether from consistent workouts or not, he's got a pretty well-toned body.
Three.
Strong pride.
...Don't all guys have that?
They'd rather wreck a relatively pretty girl with a great figure and sky-high pride than some slut spreading her legs wide open, right?
And even if it's rape, they'd prefer it be someone hot and handsome over an ugly bastard.
"......"
Well..., anyway.
His face hardened as he started to say something but bit down hard on his lower lip instead.
Has he given up...?
His eyes don't look like he's completely surrendered...
Let's see...
A spoonful of disgust.
A spoonful of contempt.
Anger.
And killing intent...
...Ah.
I get it.
He's pissed off.
Irritated at the fact that he's about to be helplessly raped by me any moment now...
Anyway, you're mad, huh? Woo-jin? Hehe...
Good thing, then...
For a brief moment, we locked eyes from a distance,
then I hummed a little tune and took a light step forward.
In this studio apartment the size of about twenty tatami mats, that single step closed the gap between me and Seo Woo-jin dramatically.
Another step,
another step.
By the time my neck craned up a bit more as I gazed at Seo Woo-jin.
The jet-black cardigan draped loosely over my shoulders slipped down like silk.
Inside it, the thin T-shirt, crumpled earlier by Seo Woo-jin, brushed against my shirt.
...Sniff sniff.
Smells so good...
To be precise, it's just his natural scent mixed with sweat...
But it's amazing...
I smelled it earlier when he hugged me tight on the first floor,
yet this faint tickle at the tip of my nose now feels way hotter.
Probably because right now... it's like an appetizer before devouring Seo Woo-jin?
Who knows. I wouldn't know.
I've devoured tons of my fetish doujins and porn...,
but this is my first time in real life...
Hahaha. How embarrassing.
"......"
"......"
Ah. Guess he's pissed that I'm getting so close.
Look at those eyes. He really wants to smack me, doesn't he?
My cheek...
Lower belly, maybe?
Ass?
No. No.
A guy, huh? Gotta have some manners.
Hitting a girl without permission gets you on the news like some creep...
Sure, I said no sex point-blank, then jumped him saying I'd rape him anyway, so he might be a little mad...
...So, what?
What are you gonna do about it?
I want to fuck you right now.
Your opinion doesn't really matter.
Survival of the fittest. Don't you know?
Puhuhu... If my double standards piss you off, then get stronger than me...
You pathetic little fuck who gets raped by a girl...
Deliberately making him more irritated,
hoping he'll hate me,
despise me,
I rubbed my cheek frantically against his shirt soaked in his scent.
This man is my personal dildo now.
Anyone weaker than me, stay the hell away.
...Like marking territory.
Hugging tight in Seo Woo-jin's arms,
Yojora.
My name,
my scent,
without Seo Woo-jin's permission,
scrawled messily onto him.
"...Sunbae."
Ah. Now he's really mad.
Listen to that low growl. Doesn't suit him at all.
Hey now. Is that any way to talk to your lofty sunbae?
Wanna get punished? Huh?
This won't do. You, come to the old school building after class.
I'll give you some special one-on-one instruction...
Seo Woo-jin, arms awkwardly spread because of me clinging to him, furrowed his brows.
I flashed him a cheeky grin, then forced him down onto the bed.
Of course, being short and frail, if someone pinned me against the wall and pounded my pussy relentlessly to the hilt, all I'd do is flail my legs—nothing else—so I couldn't topple Seo Woo-jin, packed with lean muscle, on my own...
......Hmm.
Just a little... borrow some power from my abilities.
"...Hehe..."
"......"
Revealing a pair of jet-black horns,
a jet-black devil tail,
I pinned Seo Woo-jin—who was busy glaring daggers at me with his eyes—firmly to the bed.
Now...
Let's have some fun with sunbae...
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I quietly tried moving my left wrist.
It wasn't crushed like it was broken beyond repair, so there was just barely enough give to move it, but that was it.
The moment I tried to pull it out even a little, Yojora immediately slammed it back down onto the bed.
Swallowing a sigh, I tried the other wrist. Same result.
Her long 'tail' wrapped around it twice like handcuffs made movement impossible.
...In the end.
"Heheung..."
"......"
I
couldn't do a damn thing.
"Don't be scared... I won't be too rough......"
"......"
Even as the rustling of fabric rubbing filled the room,
even as Yojora straddled me and struggled one-handed to unbutton her shirt,
even as she narrowed her eyes and smiled down at me sweetly.
All I could do was clamp my mouth shut and glare at her face.
"Think of it as an experience... Once you start working with noona..., you'll see how good it feels..."
"......"
Fuck, I clearly told her to go hunt for that kind of guy on Twitter.
Whether a masochist who'd indulge all her tastes,
or a sadist the total opposite of her,
anyway, perverts like that swarm the place.
Of course, it's pointless now...
But knowing that doesn't make this irritation go away.
Grind. I clenched my teeth and stared at Yojora grinning down at me.
Thinking as calmly as possible, the best way out of this is no reaction.
If I curse her out and fight back while she rapes me, it'll just make the bitch in front of me enjoy it more.
No matter what, keep my mouth shut and stay like a statue, and she'll get bored and let me go.
...So I waited silently without a word.
"I'll go take off your belt, so hold still... I'll let go of your wrists, so behave...?"
"......"
Against my expectations, Yojora ignored my reaction completely and kept doing what she wanted.
She slithered between my legs,
fumbled awkwardly with the belt,
yanked down my pants,
then grabbed my underwear along with it and tugged it down.
Pulling out my dick, already mostly soft,
for her to ogle to her heart's content.
...Fucking bitch.
"...Ugh... It's all limp now......"
"......"
"It was super hard just a bit ago..."
"......"
"What to do..."
If there's any silver lining, unlike earlier when blood rushed south from her groping my chest, I'm not erect at all now.
This is good enough.
If our genders were reversed, maybe, but a woman like Yojora has no way to rape a completely flaccid guy.
Now if I just stay quiet, she'll give up on her own.
God, please just fuck off already.
I inwardly sighed in relief and glanced between my legs.
"......No helping it..."
Yojora, who had been grinning, scratched her lip like it was a dilemma,
knelt obediently between my legs,
then leaned down,
grabbed my dick that had zero intention of sex,
looked straight up at my face,
and started stroking.
Up,
down.
Schlop,
schlop.
Without any warning, she just started jerking me off.
Catching me completely off guard.
...Well.
Technically, this counts as rape too.
...Even if the presentation sucks.
"Hmmm..."
"......"
Yojora's small, cold hand touched the base of my squishy dick.
Wondering if this is right amid her drunken haze, she watched my expression,
then quickly pulled her fingers back until they hooked under the glans.
"How's it feel...?"
"......"
"Puhuhu... Feels good, huh? Your dick's getting harder..."
"......"
"It's okay... If it's embarrassing, you might not be able to say it... Noona gets it..."
Interpreting my silence however she liked, Yojora gleefully worked her fingers faster.
I stared down at her blankly, then glanced at the clock.
...Fortunately, it didn't feel particularly good.
She just gripped it hard thinking that's all it takes,
and stroked randomly thinking effort equals results—extremely clumsy movements.
It getting hard? Just a natural reaction to constant touching.
I hate being treated like some conquest by a woman, that's why I avoided this with Yojora—her looks are almost exactly my type, after all.
Anyway.
Even if she kept this up 24 hours straight, no way I'd cum.
So I kept my mouth shut and let her do whatever.
If she keeps it up a bit longer like this...
Her arms will get tired and she'll stop.
She'll whine about why I'm not cumming,
pout that it's tiring a few times, then give up.
So...
Just endure a little...
Just a little...
"Heung... ...I heard guys jerk off like this..."
"......"
Not fully hard yet, but blood starting to flow into my dick.
With growing confidence, my hand moved slap, slap quickly.
I'd already done the foreplay prep.
I know exactly how to handle a guy's dick—it's all in my head?
Not stroking 100% to the glans, but here.
From just under the glans to the base. Squelch, squelch.
...Yeah.
No matter how I think about it, nothing seems wrong up to here...
"...How's this...? Will it get hard like before...?"
Here.
The talk with Woo-jin.
This felt a bit off.
"Noona's hand... ...feels good...?"
"......"
Silence.
Seo Woo-jin hadn't said a word since earlier.
Weird.
I figured Woo-jin would growl at me to stop...
His face doesn't look pleased, at least.
One hundred percent pissed.
But why so quiet...?
Hmm...
What does it mean?
"Woo-jina... ...Do you like this kind of thing...?"
"......"
See?
Poke at him a little, and his eyes are cursing me out.
So why won't he say it?
"Yojora, you fucking bitch..." or something.
You know.
That kind of thing.
"......"
"......"
Hmm...
This is weird...
I figured you'd snap and pin me down in revenge since I pissed you off so much...
This is weird...
Why are you being so good...?