Leisure Time (20)
In the haze of my fading consciousness, I struggled to regain my vision. A faint, yellowish light pierced my eyes weakly. My body felt as though it were submerged in a warm bath—comfortable, wrapped in something soft and plush. Lost in that brief moment of peace, I stared into the void and quickly realized this was a place I had never known in my life.
"...Where is this..."
I opened my eyes in the unfamiliar space and tried to sit up to look around, but the arms that should have supported me hung limp and useless. My legs were the same. It was as if only those parts had been anesthetized—completely devoid of sensation. Yet I didn't panic. How should I put it? It felt as though I had experienced this exact moment before. No, perhaps it wasn't just a feeling.
Fragments of memory scattered chaotically in my mind were forcibly pulled together, only to be shattered again by some unseen force. A sharp headache flared, but it gradually subsided.
"..."
Unable to move my limbs, I desperately lifted my head and rolled my eyes to take in the surroundings. The surface beneath me was a bed—soft, with white sheets. Next came lighting that felt out of place in an ordinary room, followed by a large wall-mounted TV. That was enough to tell me where I was.
A motel? Yes, it had to be a motel.
The moment I understood the location, the sound of running water and movement came from what looked like a bathroom. The instant I heard it, memories flooded back into my mind, and I began to thrash.
"Ack...?! Aaaagh!! This... this is..."
Everything came rushing back. Meeting Im Chan-woo in the park that day. Fighting him and losing badly. And... being raped. Shame flushed my face as the memory surfaced, but it lasted only a moment. My teeth ground together involuntarily. After all, the person in the bathroom was almost certainly Im Chan-woo. What he had done to me—did that become okay just because I felt ashamed or hurt? No. I would repay him tenfold for what he had done, make sure he could never do this again, and force him to live a life where death would seem preferable.
But I also learned something I never wanted to know. Resistance was pointless. Even if I forced my body to move and attack him, that tiny worm-like thing in my head would stop me. For now, it was better to let him have his way. If I waited for the right moment and escaped when he let his guard down...
I was still weaving plans in my mind when the bathroom door finally opened, releasing a cloud of steam.
From the dark bathroom emerged a silhouette drying off. I narrowed my eyes and glared sharply. I didn't know how he had brought me here, but I would make him pay for everything he had done.
"...Haa, that feels good."
Wait—a woman's voice? It wasn't Im Chan-woo.
"Eek...?! Who are you?!"
I raised my voice without thinking. This was a development I hadn't expected at all. Instead of Im Chan-woo, a completely unrelated third party's voice had answered.
"...Oh my, have you already forgotten my voice? Su-a unni...♡"
"...Chae...yun?"
She dried her wet hair, wrapped her pale skin in a robe, licked her upper lip, and approached me. The person I had wanted to see but shouldn't have, the one I shouldn't have hoped for—stood before me now.
"How did you... get here..."
I was glad to see her. Happy. But contrary to those feelings, my face slowly filled with despair and sorrow. Tears welled in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks, soaking into the bed.
"Ehehe...♡ Sorry for disappearing without a word. More importantly, how's Su-ho oppa doing?"
No. That couldn't be right.
"Chae-yun, you shouldn't be here right now. Your boyfriend—no, how do I even say this?! Your boyfriend isn't the good person you think he is. Run away first. Okay? Run and call the police."
Please say it isn't true. Regret, terror, and fear crashed over me so hard that words wouldn't come out properly. I rambled, begging her to escape. I prayed that the playful smile she always wore, the girl who loved teasing people, was still her. Please let me be wrong.
"...Why are you acting like this?"
"...Huh?"
"Why would I need to run away?"
She wore an icy expression I had never seen on her face since the moment I fell for her. With that cold look, she asked me back. The ominous imagination I had tried to dismiss was becoming reality, tightening around me. I forced an awkward laugh and answered her question with another question.
"W-why...? I'll explain everything later... First...!"
I tried to persuade her with my tongue since my body wouldn't move, but Chae-yun's eyes—ordinary at first glance—held a faint, mocking smile as she stared at me. Please don't look at me with those eyes. While I struggled, unable to contain the burning in my chest and forcing out broken words, a voice cut in.
"Looks like you've woken up."
"Ah, Oppa."
Im Chan-woo—the one who had reduced me to this state—entered the room holding a black bag in one hand.
"You... you bastard...!!"
"This reaction is always funny. Even after wiping the memory, you react the same way every time it comes back."
Im Chan-woo glanced at me grinding my teeth, snorted, took off his outer clothes, and hung them on the rack. He tossed the black bag into the corner and approached me.
"So, how was reuniting with your first love after so long?"
"....!!"
If he said that in front of Chae-yun...!! Anger surged, but fear overwhelmed it. What if Chae-yun hates me? That simple, childish thought gnawed at me and grew into terror. I whipped my head toward Chae-yun, but her reaction was nothing like what I had imagined. She wasn't disgusted or understanding. She wore an expression no human should make—an incomprehensible smile. If I had to describe it simply, it was a mocking laugh.
Her? The playful girl who cared for and understood people more than anyone else?
"...Chae-yun..."
"Ahaha, then unni. What were you thinking when you met Su-ho oppa?"
"...No, it's not like that... Chae-yun...!"
"What kind of eyes were you looking at your little brother's girlfriend with? Does Su-ho oppa know? Ah, of course he doesn't."
"No!!"
"...Why do you act like you're the only clean one while everyone else is just satisfying themselves? Why do you delude yourself into thinking no one understands you?"
No. No. That's not it. I just wanted to be understood. That was all I ever thought about.
"No!! I said no!! You...!! You're not Chae-yun!! Im Chan-woo, you fucking bastard!! What did you do to Chae-yun?! If you lay a single finger on her...!!"
Emotion surged and I screamed. Yes, that woman couldn't be Chae-yun. Im Chan-woo must have created a fake by tampering with my mind. I had to save her. While I shouted, a sharp pain struck my cheek. Chae-yun's skin—something I thought I would never feel again—touched me. Though in the worst possible way.
Chae-yun, who had slapped my cheek with her palm, smiled warmly with the coldest eyes I had ever seen and opened her cherry-red lips.
"...Lee Chae-yun, twenty years old, a college student. I first met Su-ho oppa during the MT. He took care of me when I got drunk, we became sunbae and hubae, and then he confessed. I was happy."
"...Huh?"
"Our relationship didn't last long. Su-ho oppa had inferior genes, unsuitable for pleasing a female."
Chae-yun spoke words I couldn't comprehend. Then she moved away from me and closer to Im Chan-woo, pulled down his pants, and took out his fully erect manhood.
"That makes sense. Look at this. How could you compare this to a human male?♡"
Beyond the abnormally large penis, an absurd scene unfolded before my eyes. From Chae-yun's small face emerged a tongue of impossible length. She wrapped it around the long shaft like a plant vine. I couldn't even make a sound.
"Ugh, this feels better than last time."
"Ehehe♡ Does it?♡"
It was as if I no longer existed to them. The wet sounds of flesh sliding against flesh began to fill the quiet room.
"Chae... Chae-yun..."
My voice trembled. What kind of expression was I making right now? My body shook, yet I couldn't even move a finger. The person I loved was being defiled right in front of me. Chae-yun, who had noticed my small voice, looked up at me with a smile while holding him in her mouth.
The reality I had refused to accept was conveyed through that gaze.
Ah. The Chae-yun I knew... no longer exists.