No Sex With You, Ever (2)
Sometimes it happens like that. Cases where you don't even need to bother with chit-chat to know exactly what the other person wants to say.
"...Gonna... rape ya..."
Hato Yojora. 22 years old. Hobby: boozing. The tastes she's secretly nurtured since childhood... eh, not important, skip it.
Gulp. Swallowing hard, I backed against the front door and slowly approached Seo Woojin.
"......"
Seo Woojin. 20 years old. Hobby? Who knows. Tastes? Who knows. Doesn't matter. What counts is just a few key things, anyway.
One. He's decent-looking, if I do say so myself.
Two. Must work out steadily—his body's nicely toned.
Three. Prideful as hell.
...Guys are all like that, right? They'd rather trash a relatively pretty girl with a hot body and sky-high pride than some easy slut who spreads her legs for anyone. Even if it's rape, they'd prefer a handsome, pretty face over some ugly bastard, yeah?
"......"
Whatever. Anyway.
His face hardened, lips parting like he was about to spit something out, but he bit down on his lower lip instead. Given up...?
His eyes don't scream total surrender, though...
Lemme see... A dash of disgust. A dash of contempt. Anger. And killing intent...
...Ah. Got it. He's pissed.
Pissed that he's gonna get helplessly raped by me any second now...
Anyway, you're mad, huh? Woojinnie? Hehe... Good thing, then...
Our eyes locked from afar for just a moment before I started humming a little tune and took a soft step forward. In this twenty-mat one-room, one step closes the gap big time. Another step. And another.
When my gaze tilted up a bit more toward him—
The pitch-black cardigan draped loosely over my shoulders brushed against the thin T-shirt he'd just rumpled up. Against my shirt.
...Sniff sniff. Smells so gooood...
To be precise, it's just his sweaty body scent, but...
It's weird... I smelled it back on the first floor when he hugged me tight, but now that it's just faintly tickling my nose, it feels way hornier.
Probably 'cause right now... it's like an appetizer before devouring Woojin...?
Eh, dunno. I've read tons of my fave doujins and porn comics, but...
This is my first time for real...
Hahaha. Embarrassing.
"......"
"......"
Ah. Guess I got too close and pissed him off for real. Look at those eyes. He looks like he wants to smack me.
My cheek... or my lower belly? My ass?
No no. No. Gotta have manners, dude. Hitting a girl without permission gets you on the news like some weirdo auntie...?
Sure, I nailed down "no sex" first, so him flipping out and trying to rape me instead is fair game for a little anger...
...So what? What're you gonna do about it?
I wanna fuck you right now. Your opinion doesn't matter.
Survival of the fittest. Don't know that?
Pffft... If double standards piss you off that much, get stronger than me...
You're just dickbait getting raped by a girl...
To piss him off even more, to make him hate me, loathe me, I rubbed my cheek all over his shirt soaked in his scent.
This guy's my personal dildo from now on. Anyone weaker than me, keep your hands off.
...Yeah. Marking him like that.
Hugging tight into Seo Woojin's chest, Hato Yojora. Etching my name, my scent, onto him without permission, all crooked and messy.
"...Sunbae."
Ah. He's really mad now. Listen to that low growl—doesn't suit him.
Hey hey. What's with the attitude toward your lofty sunbae? Wanna get punished? Huh?
No good. After school, follow me to the old school building. I'll give you some special one-on-one education...
Seo Woojin, arms awkwardly spread 'cause I'm clinging to him, furrowed his brows. I grinned up at him cheekily, then forced him down onto the bed.
Of course, with my short, frail build, if someone slammed me against the wall and pounded my pussy to the hilt, all I'd do is flail my legs—no real fightback. So I can't topple Woojin and his ripped muscles fair and square...
......
Hmm. A little help from my powers.
"......Hehe..."
"......"
Revealing my pair of jet-black horns, my jet-black devil tail, I pinned the glaring Seo Woojin to the bed.
Now... let's have some fun with sunbae...
34
I quietly tried moving my left wrist. Wasn't crushing it like it didn't matter if it snapped, so there was just enough slack to budge it—but that was it.
The second I tried pulling it out even a little, Yojora slammed it right back down onto the bed.
Swallowed a sigh and tried the other wrist. Same deal. Her long 'tail' wrapped around it twice like handcuffs made movement impossible.
...In the end.
"Hehehung..."
"......"
I couldn't do a damn thing.
"Don't be scared... I won't be too rough, kayyy......"
"......"
Even as the rustling of fabric rubbing filled the room, even as Yojora straddled me and fumbled one-handed with her shirt buttons, 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... practiceee... So when you start working with noona..., you'll know how gooood it feels..."
"......"
Fuck, I clearly told her to hunt for that kinda guy on Twitter. Masochists who'd take all her kinks, sadists the total opposite of her—plenty of pervs crawling around there anyway.
Of course, that's all moot now, but knowing that doesn't kill this irritation.
Grinding my molars, I stared up at the smirking Yojora on top of me.
Best way out of this, thinking cold and rational? Play dead.
If I curse her out and thrash around during the 'rape,' it'll just make her happier. No matter what, keep my mouth shut, react like a statue, and she'll get bored and let go.
...So I waited silently like that.
And then.
"Gonna take off your belt, so hold stillll... I'll let go of your wrists, so be good...?"
"......"
Against expectations, Yojora ignored my reaction completely and kept doing her thing.
She wormed between my legs, awkwardly undid my belt, unzipped my pants, then tugged down my underwear with them, pulling out my dick—which had mostly gone soft already—for her viewing pleasure.
...Fucking bitch.
"...Eugh... It's all floppy nooow......"
"......"
"It was super hard just a minute agoo..."
"......"
"What to dooo..."
One silver lining: unlike earlier when blood rushed south from her groping my chest, I wasn't hard at all now.
That was enough. If genders were swapped, maybe, but a woman like Yojora has no way to rape a totally soft guy.
Just stay quiet now, and she'll give up on her own. God, please fuck off quick.
I inwardly sighed in relief and glanced down between my legs.
"......No helping ittt..."
The grinning Yojora scratched her lip like it was a dilemma, knelt obediently between my legs, then leaned down, gripped my utterly un-sexy dick tight, stared right up at my face, and started stroking.
Up, down. Schlop, schlop.
No warning at all. Caught me off guard.
...Yeah. Technically, this counts as rape.
...Kinda lame form, though.
"Hnnngh..."
"......"
Her small, cold hand wrapped around the base of my floppy dick. Wondering if this was right through her drunken haze, she peeked at my face, then quickly slid her fingers up to the head.
"How's it... feel...?"
"......"
"Pffft... Feels good, huh? Your dick's getting harder..."
"......"
"It's okaaay... If you're shy, you might not be able to talkkk... Noona gets it..."
Interpreting my silence however she wanted, Yojora gleefully pumped her fingers faster.
I stared down at her blankly, then flicked my eyes to the clock.
...Good thing it didn't actually feel good.
Just crude motions—like, grip tight 'cause that's how you do it? Stroke hard 'cause why not? Total amateur hour.
It getting hard? Just the inevitable from constant touching.
I hate being treated like some pussy-whipped loser by a girl, that's why I avoided this with Yojora—even if her looks were almost exactly my type.
Anyway.
At this rate, she could go 24 hours straight and I still wouldn't cum.
So I kept my mouth shut and let her do whatever.
A bit longer like this and...
Her arms'll get tired and she'll quit. She'll whine about why I won't cum, bitch a few times, then give up.
So... just endure a little...
Just a little...
*****
"Hehung... ...This is how boys jerk off, righttt...?"
"......"
Not fully hard yet, but blood starting to flow into my dick.
With confidence building, my hand pumps it fast—slap, slap.
I'd done the foreplay already, anyway.
I know exactly how to handle a guy's dick—all in my head.
Not full strokes to the head 100%, but from here. Right under the head to the base.
Squelch, squelch.
...Yeah. No matter how I think about it, nothing wrong up to here...
"...How's that...? Will it get hard like beforeee...?"
Here. My chat with Woojin.
This felt off.
"Noona's hand... ...feels good...?"
"......"
Silent as ever. Woojin's been quiet since earlier.
Weird. I figured he'd growl at me to stop...
Not a happy face, that's for sure. Pissed off 100%.
But the silence...
Hmm... What the hell does it mean?
"Woojinnieee... ...Do you like this kinda thiiing...?"
"......"
See? Poke his nerves a little, and his eyes are cursing me out.
So why won't he say anything? "Fuck off, you bitch..." or whatever.
You know.
"......"
"......"
Hmm... This is weird...
I figured you'd snap, pin me down in revenge since I pissed you off so much...
This is weird...
Why are you so obedient...?