Kim Su-hee (3): The Jealous Predator
“Oppa... where are you...?”
This crazy bitch...
Did she survive that monster? No, did she actually beat it?
-“Oppa~ Where'd you go...? You here...?”
Kang Jia's voice drew closer.
Kim Su-hee's pupils, shrunken to their limit from terror, caught my eye as I lifted my head again. This young teacher was incredibly sharp at analyzing situations when things were calm, but when gripped by fear, she froze up like a deer facing a wolf.
In other words, the staff officer type. In situations like this, I had to take the lead.
It was too late to make a break for the cleaning closet now. Besides, that thing was covered in the monster's slime—suspicious as hell at a glance. If I hid there and she opened it, we'd be fucked.
I whispered.
“Su-hee-ssi, under the teacher's desk. Quick!”
“Y-yeah!”
Drag-!
The classroom's back door slid open just in the nick of time. Kim Su-hee crawled under the desk at the front by the blackboard, and I blocked her in with my legs as Kang Jia burst into the room.
“Found you, oppa.”
“H-hey, Jia! You made it?”
“Oppa... Didn't I tell you I had PE today...?”
Kang Jia approached me slowly. Her clothes were soaked in blood. Chunks of grotesque flesh smeared across her pale face. Scissors clutched in her right hand.
“Uh... uh... S-sorry...”
“Sorry for what?”
Step... step...
“What exactly are you sorry for~?”
“N-no, I just... suddenly vanished, sorry... The school creeped me out. Then that weird monster popped up outta nowhere...!”
“Hng~? Really? That's what you're sorry for...? Or... maybe you secretly met up with some slut like a mop rag...?”
A chill ran down my spine!
“Pfft, what're you talking about! Haha...”
“Nooo~ I've been smelling bitch since earlier... Huff... heehee... hihihihihihi... Some whore's wandering the school! Hihihi!”
We're screwed.
She'd already caught Kim Su-hee's scent.
Makes sense—she was drenched in sweat, so her feminine smell would carry.
Here, bold-faced lying was the play.
“Oh! Come to think of it, that monster earlier looked like it was eating some woman.”
“Huh...? For real?”
Her eyes went wide, caught off guard. For a split second, she looked cute, but the flesh chunks on her face and body killed that thought fast.
“Yeah... I heard screams. And chewing sounds.”
“Hng... That's weird~ Its stomach was empty when I checked...? You lying?”
Snip snip.
She idly scissored the air, eyes flicking up and to the right like she was remembering something.
She'd killed the monster and gutted it, huh.
Gulp.
My dry throat bobbed.
“I bet that woman's still alive... You hiding her somewhere, oppa?”
“What? Why would I—no, I didn't do that—”
“Shut up.”
Gasp!
My mouth snapped shut like a clamshell.
“Where could she be~? Over there~?”
She inched closer.
Step—step—
Thump thump thump.
Suddenly, Kim Su-hee's hand gripped my thigh tight from under the desk.
I had to do something, but I couldn't. To even bite down, I needed my mouth open—and it wouldn't budge.
I tried stepping toward her to block her path.
“Stay still.”
I froze.
Step—step—
“Oppa~ I'm pissed. There's this nasty bitch smell all over you... I hate it. Hate it for real.”
My body shuddered uncontrollably.
“Hng... I don't think you did it, oppa... but if you hid some slut, where would you stash her...? Hmm?”
Step—step—
Kang Jia finally reached the desk.
Bam!
Two small hands slammed down. Moonlight glinted off the scissor blade, stabbing at my eyes.
My heart was gonna explode.
She really was a monster. One that even killed the school janitor.
Kang Jia's twisted lips parted.
“Where's the bitch hiding?”
Her glassy eyes bored into me like she knew everything.
I deliberately flicked my gaze toward the cleaning closet for a split second.
Get it. Read it. Take it as an unconscious eye twitch!
“Ah~ fuhehe...”
It worked.
Kang Jia headed to the back of the classroom, skipping lightly like a kid on a pleasant stroll.
“Here, right? Hng~ Phew... Urk. Yeah, the dog-bitch smell's strongest here.”
Knock knock knock.
“Helllooo~ Anyone hooome~? Come out now and I'll chop your head clean off~ So walk out on your own two feet~”
Kim Su-hee trembled violently under the desk.
I carefully slipped my hand down to stroke her head and calm her, but without a view, I fumbled in the dark.
My palm finally found something. Warm, soft skin—probably her cheek.
Stroke... stroke...
Calm down. I'll handle this somehow.
With that intent, I gently caressed her cheek, and she nodded faintly.
“Hng.. Not coming out~? Fine, I'll start with fingers and toes~? Then make you beg to die!”
Slam!
Kang Jia flung open the cleaning closet.
But it was empty.
“Eh...? What? I was sure it was here...”
She turned back to me.
“Oppa, you can talk now!”
“Phhew... H-huff... huff...”
“Hmm... You really never saw that bitch?”
“Told you, Jia, I haven't.”
But unlike usual, her eyes still burned red.
That female scent flipped her predator switch completely.
“I'm pissed, oppa. Keep imagining shitty things. Some rag-whore seducing you, doing all kinds of nasty stuff~ Giggling about me behind my back.”
She approached the desk again.
“For real, Jia, no. Why would I do that when I've got you?”
“Dunno. Don't care. Anyway, gonna wipe that dog-bitch smell off you. Rub mine all over. Fill every inch of you with my scent.”
She glared at me across the desk. Her irises spun wildly. Twisted desire in those blazing eyes. Dank libido.
“So... fuck me. Now.”
“What...?”
“Fuck me. Do it with me. Right here, right now!”
I never saw this coming. Just yesterday, I thought she'd bottled that lust tight. Who knew it'd blow like this.
“Jia, like I said yesterday, you're my little sister...”
“Shut up. Mate with me. Hard. Over and over. Shove it deepest and breed me. Pump every drop of your cum into your little sister's womb and breed me.”
“No, Jia, I told you—I want you as my sister forever.”
She trembled with rage.
Drip—plip—
Veins bulged red on her neck. Forehead throbbed. Bloodshot whites burst, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.
How much fury was she drowning in?
“...Only with me.. Only me, oppa. You're mine. Won't give you up. No other fucking bitch gets you. Not a speck—not a drop of your cum, spit, sweat. All of you is mine—your flesh, bones, blood, every cell inside. Awake, asleep, alive, dead—your mind, heart, soul, everything everything everything everything everything is Jia's.”
Grind—grind—
Her teeth gnashed so hard I thought they'd shatter.
“Jia!”
I yelled to snap her out of it, but her jealousy-fueled trance drowned it out.
“Shut up... SHUT UP!! Get hard. Get hard. Get horny, horny, HORNY!!”
Kiiiiing!
“Grrgh...”
My dick swelled like it would burst at her command. One imperative burned my brain: ram it into that twisted pretty girl's tight pussy and breed her for real.
Crunch—
I bit my lower lip till it bled, sharp pain and metallic tang snapping me back. Self-harm was the only way to hold on.
Squeeze♡ Squeeze♡
Something soft pressed against my bulging erection through my pants.
Probably Su-hee-ssi’s face.
Damn... sorry.
But when I glanced down, her face was flushed red. Hot, humid breath seeped through my fly—she was burning up.
...Aroused?
Su-hee-ssi was in heat too.
That suggestion voice wasn't limited to me. Area-wide, hitting everyone who heard it.
Fucking terrifying power.
“Ready, oppa...?”
No.
I don't wanna fuck a psycho bitch like you.
Don't want my kid growing in your belly.
I had to douse the fire in her heart. Digest that hatred fueled by pity and twisted sympathy for me.
Pathetic for a guy with a rock-hard boner, but acting was my only shot.
I gnashed my tongue hard—crunch audible. Blood trickled from my lips.
The agony stimulated tears, welling up fast and streaming down my cheeks.
“Guhhh... Jia... ugh... stop... please...”
Fraud. Pathetic loser crying and begging his sister.
Call me whatever. I'd do anything to survive.
Drip...
Tears poured like I'd wrung out a dry rag. Fake as hell, but it worked better than expected.
“Wh-what...? C-crying? O-oppa's... crying...?”
Psycho flipped like a switch.
“Wah, don't cry oppa, s-sorry, sorry, okay? I went too far? Don't cryyy~”
She darted around the desk and clung to my side.
Kim Su-hee's hand on my thigh twitched at her presence.
Please stay quiet, Su-hee-ssi.
My hard-on poking her cheek must suck, but I'll keep it away— just hold tight till this dumbass play ends.