Compliance and Junior
Compliance and Junior
A flower that blooms in the lowest place.
To Kang Ha-jun, Kim Ha-yoon was that kind of woman.
An unyielding integrity that refused to bow even in the harshest circumstances, pushing through by sheer force of will.
Though no one stood by her side, she rose tall alone and strode forward with more confidence than anyone.
And so Kang Ha-jun couldn't help but be captivated.
Even when they were together, her gaze always seemed fixed on some distant place.
A mystique, as if she inhabited a world apart.
She was different from other kids her age.
That, more than anything, was what made her so alluring.
Of course, he couldn't entirely deny that some of his feelings sprang from kinship — a shared hardship born of similar family circumstances, a bond forged through mutual suffering.
They did have that common ground, after all: troubled homes.
On the other hand, Kang Ha-jun had his older sister, Kang Ha-rin, as a sturdy wall to lean on.
A reliable sister he could always count on when times got tough.
Having somewhere to turn was a comfort that carried him through life.
But Kim Ha-yoon had no one like that.
She simply bore everything alone, in solitude, and pressed forward with quiet determination.
In his eyes, she was a captain with no crew and no helmsman.
And yet, watching her back as she forged her own path without ever losing her way, he felt that he too — adrift and lost — might someday find his own direction.
Perhaps it wasn't love so much as... admiration.
Or maybe it was both.
That was why, at the moment of parting, he wiped away his tears but did not grieve.
Circumstances beyond their control had forced them apart, but he believed the memories and friendship they had shared would last forever.
— 'I'll contact you on the day you turn twenty.'
They had even made that promise.
But perhaps his feelings had been one-sided all along, because fate dealt a cruel hand and their bond never reconnected.
He tried reaching out countless times after that, but she never once responded.
He told himself there must be circumstances he didn't know about... tried to convince himself of that.
He worked hard to comfort himself with the thought that it had to be some complicated situation beyond his understanding.
He knew her home life was complicated, after all.
They had made a promise.
So he clung to the belief that they would surely reunite someday and never once doubted that she felt the same way.
He carried that hope with no end in sight.
And yet.
That was how it should have been, so why—.
— 'Haaahng! G-good, so good. Right there, more...!'
Why was her wanton moaning drifting in from beyond the door?
Why was the person before his eyes not her, but some woman he'd never had any connection with in his life?
Why had it come to this?
How the hell had it...!
"Hngh! Hnghh...!"
Even as the questions churned over and over in his mind, Kang Ha-jun did not stop his hips.
His head was spinning.
In a world whirling round and round, Kang Ha-jun sank into a swamp of carnal pleasure.
It was bizarre.
The fact that the woman he loved was in another man's arms just beyond that door sent rage boiling all the way to the top of his head.
Yet the pleasure — so fierce it swallowed up the searing ache in his chest — devoured his fury whole.
He didn't know how to define this emotion.
That was why, even though he'd already ejaculated to his limit and couldn't even get properly hard, he forced himself to grope at the naked body of the nameless woman before him.
The sight of it was utterly ridiculous.
Watching him desperately struggle to fit his shriveled cock into her hole... It was a spectacle so absurd it would've drawn a scoff from anyone watching.
"S-stop it already... You've had enough, haven't you...?"
Maybe that was why Number 2 seemed flustered instead.
When he'd dragged her in with the ferocity of a beast, she'd been scared, honestly.
At first, that is.
But the moment he came right as he thrust in, then faced her with a stiff expression like even he hadn't expected it to happen...
Number 2 felt pity rather than fear.
It was the same now.
At some point, he'd started rocking his hips in time with the moans coming from outside.
Pathetically, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"No, not at all. Still not enough. More, more! More!!"
"Keuk—! W-wait...!"
In an instant, Kang Ha-jun seized Number 2 by the throat.
She flailed her arms and tried to resist as her breath cut off, but with her frail strength there was no way she could break free.
— 'Hnghk, haah...! I'm coming, I'm coming again...!'
"Ha-yoon... Kim Ha-yoon...!"
His eyes took on a murky light.
Those eyes, steeped in base desire, weren't looking at Number 2 at all.
He overlaid her image onto the overlapping moans and the flickering vision of that other woman, chasing a warped pleasure all the more desperately.
"Kugh...!"
Squirt.
Kang Ha-jun wrung out every last drop — everything and nothing — and spilled his seed inside Number 2.
The amount that came out was pitiful, but a satisfaction greater than ever before filled his chest.
"Puhaah...! Haak...! You crazy bastard...! Fuck, I thought I was gonna die...! Get off! Get the hell off...!"
And right after that, he collapsed onto Number 2 as if flopping forward.
Number 2 spewed curses nonstop and tried everything she could to shove Kang Ha-jun aside, but lamentably, the difference in their builds made it impossible.
'Yeah... maybe this is for the best. Maybe this settles it.'
Just before losing consciousness, he felt it.
That he had fallen into a quagmire from which there was no turning back.
That conforming to this world gone mad wasn't so bad after all.
After shoving Kang Ha-jun into the bathroom, I immediately launched into a frenzy of a sex party.
Mingling bodies with over ten people at once was remarkably novel and satisfying.
If I had to put it into words, it was on a completely different level — qualitatively speaking — from the sampler we'd had on the display racks before.
Both hands, both feet, plus a pussy on my tongue and one on my cock — chasing pleasure like that was, in hindsight, truly insane.
Maybe that was why the air hung thick everywhere with an obscene, bodily musk.
Women slathered in white cum lay sprawled all around me.
"Heh. Hey, I got a reply. She says she'll open the door as soon as we get there."
Shin Yoo-hwa wore a satisfied grin as she handed the phone back to Ha Hui-ryeong.
Ha Hui-ryeong, on the other hand, had a distinctly sour look on her face.
"Hmm... But did you really have to use my phone? I'm kind of on awkward terms with those guys."
"Do you have any idea how insanely much your juniors look up to you? It's been ages and they still practically worship you, you know."
"That's exactly why I don't like it. It's kind of... embarrassing."
When she voiced her reluctance, making it clear she found it less than agreeable, Shin Yoo-hwa giggled like she found something deeply amusing.
Maybe that reaction pissed her off, because Ha Hui-ryeong turned her head away with a snap.
I kneaded both of their tits as I spoke up.
"Hey, Yoo-hwa. I'm asking this kinda late, but isn't that Kim Dong-hwan guy supposed to be there too? You think he's just gonna sit back and watch us walk in?"
"Don't worry about it. The factions over there are pretty heavily split. The ones I contacted are the girls who're die-hard Ha Hui-ryeong fanatics."
"Didn't you call them bastards last time?"
"Well... there are a lot of chicks who look like bastards there, so it's not exactly wrong."
...That sounded seriously loaded with implications.
"More importantly, how long are you gonna keep groping? Maybe let go soon?"
"Agreed. I wanna wash up a little too. This sticky shit's uncomfortable, seriously."
Ha Hui-ryeong and Shin Yoo-hwa had good chemistry together.
With roughly the same amount of cum dribbling down their pussies, they got along pretty damn well.
"Fine, you bitches."
When I let go of their chests, Ha Hui-ryeong sprang to her feet and stretched, still stark naked.
"Hnnngghh... Well then, let's go check out the shower room."
And with a spring in her step, she headed for the newly expanded space.
The shower room.
I'd spent a whopping 300 coins to make it.
Jeong Ji-min's ability was seriously useful — with a reasonable amount of coins, you could magically remodel the interior and expand the space.
And unlike the crafting module, the prices were actually pretty fair.
Expansion cost 100 coins per 5 pyeong, which wasn't bad at all.
Though in this case, the automatic wastewater processing ran me 200 coins, so the total expense was a bit steep.
"Ugh, would it kill you to go together? I'm limping here. Help me out a little."
"Oh, please. Just hurry up and come, you slowpoke bitch."
After the two of them disappeared into the shower room, I nudged Jeong Ji-min with my foot as she lay collapsed on the floor.
"Hey, you okay?"
"Do I look okay...? Look at this. My pussy's completely raw, I'm telling you. Ugh, and my back hurts like fucking hell."
"Whoa, you're right, it really is. The whore turned into a pink one, huh?"
"There you go with that color game again. Honestly, does that even matter? As long as it feels good, isn't that what counts?"
"Nah, the visual element's pretty damn important too. Everything tastes better when it looks good first."
"Ah... If you say so."
Jeong Ji-min gave a thoroughly unenthused response.
Annoyed by that, I pinched her nipple with my toes.
"Kyaak! That hurts! Augh, why are you like this, seriously!"
"Shut it. You help these collapsed sluts wash up."
"...All of these people?"
"You're gonna be their errand girl for a while, so yeah, you handle it."
At those words, she dragged herself upright with visible effort and grumbled in her usual fashion.
"...Tch. I swear, it's always me who gets stuck with everything."
"What was that?"
"Ah, nothing! I'll work hard, oppa!"
When I glared at her, she hastily planted a kiss on my cheek, then scurried over to the other women.
Seeing her struggle and strain, I figured I'd tip off Hui-ryeong or Yoo-hwa to give her a hand once they came out.
"Then shall we go too, Ha-yoon?"
"Haaek... haah..."
Kim Ha-yoon, who'd been impaled on me the whole time, gave a faint nod instead of an answer.
I grinned and moved us to the shower room together, still locked in the Deulbak position.
Inside, Shin Yoo-hwa and Ha Hui-ryeong had already finished their showers and were toweling off.
"The hell, you guys are gonna wash up like that?"
"Ha-yoon's stamina's pretty bad, so I've gotta help her out."
"Yeah, sure. Totally not because your dick's just bored, right?"
Well, it wasn't like that thought hadn't crossed my mind.
I shrugged and added a few words just before they left.
"Oh, when you're out, can you help Ji-min send the girls to the shower room? And pull out the clothes we packed too."
"Hmm, what a pain in the ass..."
Ha Hui-ryeong made it blatantly obvious she wasn't into it, but the moment I moved my hand toward her ass, she jumped like a scalded cat right where she stood.
"Tch, fine. I'll do it, so get that hand away."
"Wow, Ha Hui-ryeong... you've really changed, huh. Never thought I'd see you obediently following his orders."
"Shut your mouth and just follow me, you bitch."
Creak.
The door closed.
After that, I pulled Ha-yoon off my cock, settled into a suitable spot, and started washing her body.
The interior had the same layout as any public shower room you'd see anywhere.
"You're gonna fall over like that, Ha-yoon."
"It's your fault, you know?"
Glare.
Kim Ha-yoon sharply raised her eyes and glared daggers at me.
She wasn't as physically resilient as Ha Hui-ryeong, the kind who could take being pounded ruthlessly without a care.
So naturally, the aftereffects were bound to be severe.
Her legs trembled like an aspen tree, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"Can't be helped. Come here."
Without hesitation, I wrapped my arm around her waist.
She flinched at the sudden touch, but she didn't resist.
That more or less steadied her unstable center of balance.
We went on washing each other for quite a while.
Whatever everyone else was doing outside, the shower room remained occupied by just the two of us.
As I was rinsing her hair one last time, I threw out a somewhat random question.
"Ha-yoon, do you really feel nothing at all for that guy?"
"That guy... you mean Kang Ha-jun?"
"Yeah."
She paused for a beat at my contextless question.
She seemed to be thinking something over intently, then finally parted her lips.
"I get what you're worried about. But it's fine. What you're imagining won't ever happen."
Her expression as she said that was unusually gentle.
She looked at me with a faint smile.
"What makes you so sure you know what I'm imagining?"
"It's obvious. The intent behind your question is way too transparent."
...I felt like I'd heard that line from Hui-ryeong once before.
My complicated expression lasted only a moment.
Peck─.
Suddenly, our lips overlapped.
A kiss that lasted only the briefest instant.
And yet that fleeting moment felt drawn out, as if time itself had slowed.
Soon, she lowered herself from her tiptoes and spoke.
"I have only you now. I've come too far down this road to turn back."
So, it's fine.
With those words, Kim Ha-yoon wore her characteristic faint smile and gently embraced me.
Her frame was slender, yet somehow her arms felt as warm and comforting as a mother's.
"...Is that so."
My mouth went dry.
To be this shaken by something so small.
It seemed this woman called Kim Ha-yoon had long since carved out a large place inside me.
And I doubt it was just me.
Though it had been the worst of beginnings, she too was in trouble without me.
A precarious codependency.
How ironic.
That was when it happened.
"Alright, everyone, move along now."
The door swung open and Jeong Ji-min strode briskly inside.
And behind her, nine women shuffled hesitantly, following her lead.
"Hmm?"
The two of us hurriedly returned to our original positions.
We pretended to be washing ourselves under the water, as if we hadn't just been embracing.
Finding this suspicious, Jeong Ji-min's eyes narrowed into thin slits.
"Hmmmm...? Something feels a little off here...? Did something happen?"
"No, nothing at all. More importantly, you brought them, so hurry up and get them washed."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it~"
But she soon let it go and began assigning the women to their spots one by one.
"You there, line up starting with you and wash. Yes, just like that."
"Nice work. We'll head out first, so keep at it."
"Whoa, I got praised. You know this is the first time I've ever been acknowledged? For some reason I feel happy but also kind of... weird. Like, all tingly inside."
I half-listened to her pointless rambling as I dried myself off.
When I stepped outside, Ha Hui-ryeong and Shin Yoo-hwa came into view, both dressed comfortably in tracksuits.
"I told you two to help her, and you just blew it off again. Don't you feel even a little sorry for her?"
"You're the one saying that? And we didn't blow it off, she said she'd do it all herself."
...Apparently, receiving help from Ha Hui-ryeong had been quite the psychological burden for her.
Even when she acted out, she'd always been meticulous about keeping that line with Hui-ryeong.
By the same token, she must have refused Shin Yoo-hwa's help too, given her strong personality.
This was a personnel selection mistake on my part.
"Still, you set the clothes out like this. That counts, right?"
"Ugh, fine. Good job."
"That sounded kinda greasy. Alright, that's it, come here!"
Ha Hui-ryeong lunged at me and put me in a headlock.
But it wasn't with the same intensity as the old days.
It was nothing more than playfulness.
As we spent some time goofing around like that, Jeong Ji-min eventually finished her work and led the women out.
"Hoo... managing this is surprisingly grueling. If my body were in decent shape it'd be a bit better, but..."
She glared sharply at the women behind her and let out a long sigh.
I handed her some clothes and patted her on the shoulders.
"You worked hard. In recognition of that, I'll give you something nice later."
"F-for real, right? If you're lying, I'll cry buckets, you know? I'll soak everything?"
"I don't bullshit about stuff like this. Now go sit over there and rest."
"Kyaah!"
Man, she's easy to handle.
Pulling my gaze away from the visibly brightened Jeong Ji-min, I scanned over the women.
'Let's see... conveniently, aside from the 2-pointer, there's one of each score.'
Then I guess I'll just call them by their scores from now on.
I moved my lips.
"First off, I'll be calling you whatever I please, so remember it well. Starting with you, Number 1. And you, Number 4...."
As my words continued, the looks on their faces grew sour.
Maybe because they felt like they were being treated as objects — none of them voiced any complaints, but internally they all seemed to be cursing me out by the bucketful.
Blam.
Right then, the bathroom door flew open without warning.
Carrying Number 2 on his back, Kang Ha-jun walked out, wearing an expression that was oddly refreshed for some reason.
"Uh... what, is it all over?"
"Yes. Thank you, hyungnim. I had a truly wonderful time, thanks to you."
"R-right."
I nodded with a bewildered look on my face.
Because there was a strange atmosphere about the guy, like he'd attained some kind of enlightenment.
So he lost his cherry and now he's reached the state of a true sage or something?
The trouble was, I had no other guesses as to what could've changed him.
"They say when a person suddenly changes, it means their time is up. Isn't that exactly how he looks?"
"I wonder..."
While whispering back and forth with Ha Hui-ryeong, I hastily spoke to the guy.
"Hey, don't you dare open your eyes. There are girls undressed here. Only look at yours, and yours alone. Obviously no touching either, got it?"
Of course, only the numbered bitches were undressed, but I couldn't even permit him that much, so I put on a threatening front.
"Haha, understood. I'll be careful."
He just laughed breezily and agreed without a fuss.
Reflexively, question marks sprouted like mushrooms above our heads.
"What's with him? Something's off. Ha-yoon, he wasn't originally this kind of character, was he?"
"That's... what I think too. I have no idea what's going on...."
"I knew from the start that bastard was missing a few screws. Kang Ha-rin's a bit like that too, isn't she? Siblings do take after each other."
Ha Hui-ryeong said that with her arms crossed, nodding to herself.
'I don't think you're really one to talk about that.'
Of course, I kept that thought to myself.
That was when Kang Ha-rin's voice came from the driver's seat.
"...We've arrived."
"Finally!"
Shin Yoo-hwa slapped her knee and sprang up from her spot.
She grinned wide enough to show her teeth.
"Let's go, you idiots! Let's crush that bastard Kim Dong-hwan and turn his girlfriend into a nationwide cumdump!"
*
"Uh... sunbaenim?"
"What is it."
An elementary school located at the center of Songpa-gu.
At the main gate, a junior guard on lookout duty called out to his senior, his voice tinged with puzzlement.
The senior guard answered in a languid tone, not even bothering to lift his eyes.
"Well... it's just that someone's coming."
"What? How many?"
"No, it's a vehicle... and a pretty big one at that?"
"Huh?"
Only then did he put away the book that had been covering his face.
It was true.
As the junior guard had said, a camper van was approaching the school's main gate right before his eyes.
"What the hell are they? Report it up top first."
"Yes."
In the meantime, the camper van had already reached the vicinity of the main gate.
It couldn't encroach any further, however.
The barricade completely blocked the path, so the camper van had no choice but to come to a stop midway.
That was the moment.
The top of the camper van burst open, and a somewhat familiar-looking woman climbed up.
And what followed was—
"Hey, you sons of bitches! I'm back! Shin Yoo-hwa is back! Open the damn gate right now!!"
A thunderous roar.
At the same time, the senior guard finally realized who she was.
"Shin Yoo-hwa? Wasn't that bitch captured by the Gangdong-gu bastards?"
How the hell did she escape?
As he tilted his head in confusion, his junior spoke up.
"Uh... Dong-hwan sunbae says absolutely do not open it. Says to use force and drive them out if it comes down to it."
"What? If that man says so, then..."
Kim Dong-hwan wasn't the leader of this base, but he was an executive officer with authority approaching that level.
So he was about to quietly follow that order, but—
"No. Open it right now."
A soft, delicate girl's voice reached his ear.
Right beside him.
Seeing the girl who had positioned herself next to him without a trace of presence, he jumped back in alarm.
"Waaaagh! J-Ju Min-hee? What are you doing here?"
That wasn't all.
Behind her stood intimidating, muscular figures apparently serving as her escort.
All women, for the record.
"I won't waste words. Open it. Now."
"N-no... but there are procedures, we can't just disregard them as we please..."
"Is my voice not reaching you?"
She wore a beaming, pleasant smile.
But he knew.
That smile was the final warning.
Knowing full well what had happened to those who defied her when she smiled like this, he smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"Uh, alright. Alright, so... um, could you just... somehow make it clear that it was you who opened it, not me..."
"Your tongue's getting long."
Crack.
At the sound of knuckles popping from her clenched fist, he dryly gulped.
The inner conflict didn't last long.
"..."
She was a girl with a considerably petite frame compared to a man, but he was as helpless as a frog before a snake.
And with good reason — this woman may have looked cute on the outside, but in reality she was a crazed bitch more ruthless than anyone.
The last guy who'd gotten on her bad side had his tongue and eyes plucked out and was put on display in the schoolyard, so handling her carelessly was difficult.
Rrrrrumble.
In the end, the two men began laboriously clearing the barricade.
Watching this scene, Ju Min-hee stretched her lips into a satisfied grin.
Her gaze turned toward the camper van.
"Ahh, Hui-ryeong nuna. Your unworthy little sister will come welcome you shortly."
The lovely girl's eyes clouded over with a murky light.