Taming of the Shrew Without a Shrew
“…….”
An uncomfortable silence that transcended distance settled between us.
I had just thrown out the opening bid for some outright filthy conversation. And in the most perverted way possible, no less. Given everything Riyeon had already done to me, I’d figured I could charge in with confidence—but when she stayed quiet, I got a little nervous for no good reason.
The die was already cast, though. If I chickened out now, any chance of getting Riyeon under my thumb would vanish forever.
“Riyeon. Why aren’t you answering?”
“Hh…!”
A tiny, trembling moan slipped through. It was almost identical to the breaths she let out when she touched my cock or when she masturbated. Weird as it sounds, Riyeon had this signature breathing and moaning pattern when she got dirty—like a fingerprint. Especially when she was just starting to get worked up, she always tried to hold the sound in and only let it leak out in faint little gasps.
Once she got properly into masturbating, that restraint vanished and she’d open her mouth and cry out loud, which was its own ironic turn-on.
“What was that just now, Riyeon? What sound was that?”
“I didn’t… make any… nngh… sound….”
Truth was, I wasn’t exactly in my right mind either. A healthy, sturdy guy who’d even quit smoking, and I hadn’t been able to jerk off for a whole week. Body and mind were overflowing with animal heat; if the girl I was seeing hadn’t been Riyeon, I might already have pinned her down the second she started touching my cock.
I at least wanted to jerk off. But Riyeon had glared at me with those axe-eyes and told me I couldn’t, so I was stuck in forced no-fap hell. And Riyeon was gorgeous. Gorgeous, and a total pervert—for me alone. There was no way I’d turn down dirty talk and dirty acts with a beauty like her.
“Riyeon, are you wet?”
“…I don’t know.”
“How don’t you know? You always say you get wet.”
“…I don’t know.”
Riyeon was getting embarrassed for no reason. She’d just gotten scolded over whether she even liked me, and now I was suddenly sweet-talking her while spouting filthy lines—of course she was flustered. She was used to being the one who steered things this direction, but now the pretext and the atmosphere had been completely seized, and she was being dragged along. Faced with a dynamic she neither expected nor knew how to handle, all she could do was give these girlish little reactions.
That resistance… nice. Breaking down this resistance and the shock that came with it—that was the key, the core tool for making Riyeon submit.
“Put your hand inside your panties and touch yourself.”
“I’m probably wet….”
“How would you know if you haven’t even checked? You just said you didn’t know.”
“Still.”
“Riyeon. I’m still not done being mad.”
“Ugh….”
When I latched onto the fact that she’d doubted me and wouldn’t let it go, Riyeon hesitated for a moment. There was no particular sound, and then she let out a hot sigh and spoke.
“…I’m wet.”
“Did you touch it?”
“Yeah….”
“Inside your panties?”
“I just took them off.”
“What color are your panties?”
I asked on pure instinct, like some Japanese pervert uncle.
“Navy. Simple design. Something easy to move in.”
“How wet are you, Riyeon?”
“Even my hair is soaked….”
“Is it still coming out?”
“I don’t know….”
“Hold the phone against your pussy and touch yourself with your hand. Let me hear if you’re making wet sounds.”
“Oppa, that’s way too dirty….”
“You don’t like it?”
I deliberately whispered it soft. Riyeon swallowed her breath. Every time this happened, she would close her eyes and just feel my voice. When she was in the mood, she’d focus on her hearing while she masturbated to whatever I said. There had been times she’d bravely closed her eyes and gotten herself off, and when I asked why, she said she just did it without thinking whenever she heard my voice. Maybe she had a fetish for it. Lucky for me—it meant I could train her into a pervert over the phone alone.
“Even if I hold the phone close… I don’t think you’ll hear it… the sound’s too small….”
“Just put it there like I told you.”
I was rushing her a little myself. Of course I was—training a pervert had me ridiculously turned on. The wet sounds of a girl’s pussy? You might never get the chance to hear that in your whole life. The fast, deep breaths coming from my throat and nose mixed with my voice and reached Riyeon, building our own private perverted atmosphere across the line.
Something rustled on her end, and she mumbled.
“Huh? I can’t hear what you said.”
She mumbled again.
“Riyeon, I can’t hear you.”
“Just a second…!”
It sounded like she was speaking from far away, then there was more rustling for a while, and suddenly her voice came through crystal clear.
“Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, I can. What did you do?”
“I put it against my pussy, but you said you couldn’t hear me talking either, so I put in my earbuds.”
“Did you make wet sounds?”
“I did. You couldn’t hear?”
“Not a single thing.”
Looking back, this was probably the moment I started going off the rails myself. As for Riyeon… she was already crazy about our little thing, so she went extreme with everything.
“Can you hear? I’m touching it right now….”
“Where are you touching?”
“…My pussy.”
“Which part of your pussy?”
“My clitoris….”
“You shouldn’t touch your clit. Put your fingers lower and thrust like a dildo so it gets wet and makes noise.”
“…How do you know that, Oppa?”
Of course there were moments of crisis too. Even when things were going smoothly, the second Riyeon suspected the knowledge was coming from some database that wasn’t her, her antennae shot up and she demanded proof. Unfortunately for anyone looking to catch me out, my actual database was made up of nothing but Riyeon.
“Yesterday when you were squirting, I wasn’t hitting your clit—I was smacking the split of your pussy, and way more water came out, remember?”
“…Really?”
“I just kept spanking it with my palm—slap slap slap—and it sprayed all the way up to my elbow….”
“Aahng! Don’t say things like that, it’s embarrassing…!”
Embarrassing, my ass. Her tongue was already getting short and her breathing was rough. And by now I could hear it, faintly.
Squelch squelch squelch. Slap slap.
The tiny, wet sound of something fleshy and soaked being rubbed and stroked hard slipped into my ear.
“Are you touching your pussy?”
“Yeah….”
“Still hard to hear. Spread your pussy wide open.”
“With my hands?”
“No—spread your legs wide.”
“It’s a little tight right now….”
“Yu Riyeon. Spread them before I make you show me on video call.”
“…Okay.”
This was the kind of conversation—and the kind of act—only possible because it was two people who’d been sex-crazed since dawn. If it had been broad daylight and she’d been asked without any prior physical contact, she would’ve stalled and tried to sweet-talk me out of it. Or would she? Had there ever been a time Riyeon was alone with me and didn’t make physical contact? I wondered what she was thinking and feeling now that I was the one being persistent and aggressive first.
She’d show normal reluctance, but if I got serious and pushed hard, she followed. And every single time I shoved hard, I caught every one of her big trembling reactions. Maybe even the “I can’t” followed by doing it anyway was her deliberately playing hard to get once in a while.
Because—
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
—the sounds from Riyeon’s pussy were getting wetter and louder by the second.
“Legs all the way open?”
“Yes, they’re open… haah… haah…!”
“Where on your pussy are you touching?”
“The split… from under my clit down the split….”
“The hole my cock’s going to go into later?”
“Haahk… haah…! Yes, there….”
Slap slap slap slap slap
“Getting some wet sounds now, huh? Were you imagining fucking me?”
“Yeah…! I imagined it. Imagined doing it with Oppa.”
“What do you think it’ll feel like when mine goes in?”
“I think it’ll feel amazing. Oppa’s is huge just from looking at it, so when it goes in it’ll reach all the way to my womb and cum so much it’ll knock me up on the spot.”
Damn. Riyeon’s dirty talk was no joke either. Hearing “womb” and “pregnant” spill from a panting girl’s mouth sent a tight, delicious thrill from my ears straight to my heart. But thanks to the cruel restriction she’d set, I still couldn’t even touch my own cock. I stroked the tent in my pants a couple of times, but I held back—even controlled my breathing. Normally this would just turn into phone sex with Riyeon, but I was still in the middle of the fight for dominance. I had to endure for the next move. And then I’d pay her back double. Make her pay dearly for casually trying to steamroll her boyfriend.
“We’re just dating casually—how are we supposed to have sex?”
“It’s… imagination, Oppa.”
“I don’t want imagination. I want to fucking pound Riyeon’s pussy.”
“Just a little longer… once the casual part’s over, let’s do it. Sex. For now just imagination….”
“Just imagination? Then can I kiss you in my imagination?”
“Yeah, you can.”
“Stick your tongue out.”
“Like this…?”
“Did you stick it out?”
“Mmm, it’s out.”
“Chuuuuuup, slurp, chuuup.”
Pathetic as it was, a grown man was making tongue-out sucking noises. I’d never actually kissed anyone, so I was just winging the sounds, but it was still hot enough that my pride took a hit.
“Haaah… heh… hi… Oppa’s tongue is delicious… more… kiss me more…!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
“Chuuuuup, shuup!”
“Kissing with Oppa…!!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Even though I was doing this ridiculous, hard-to-distinguish tongue-sucking nonsense, Riyeon was getting addicted to my filthy noises. She was thrusting her fingers so fast the wet sounds got louder and quicker.
“Hngk! Nngh! Oppaaa Oppaaa Oppaaa—!!!”
Strain entered her voice. That tense stage right before climax. Almost there. I deliberately threw on a pointless brake.
“Riyeon, stop. That’s enough.”
“Huh? Why? Whyyy? Just a little more and I’ll….”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
“I can’t even jerk off, but you’re the only one getting off—isn’t that unfair?”
“But Oppa told me to let you hear my pussy sounds….”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
Of course Riyeon couldn’t stop. She was incapable of stopping. She was already on the main track, and the training she herself didn’t even recognize had only just begun.
“Yeah, Riyeon’s pussy tasted fucking amazing, didn’t it?”
“Aang! Aaang! Oppa, you told me to stop…!”
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
“If I’d been right in front of you, I’d have sucked up all of Riyeon’s pussy juice, licked it clean, and even bitten your clit.”
“Hik?! Hiiiiiiing! Aaaaang!”
“Such a shame. I didn’t even get to taste my favorite girl’s pussy juice.”
“Auuuuuuung! Auuuuuuuuuuuung! Aaaaaaaaaaaang!”
Psssh psshshshsh shaaaaaa
Every time I heard Riyeon squirt, I thought the same thing—this was basically the same as pissing. Her squirting was so fierce and powerful it made you worry about dehydration.
“Aung! Aung! Hiik… hii….”
Wet sounds and moans mixed together and slapped my ears. I could picture her twitching in the afterglow of climax, too far gone to even care about my reaction.
All right. Time to begin.
“Yu Riyeon.”
“Haah… haah… yeees….”
“I told you to stop.”
“B-but stopping right there is….”
“What’s with you since dawn? First you just decided on your own that I wouldn’t guess what day it is, and now you won’t even listen when I tell you to stop.”
“…I-I’m sorry.”
“Why won’t you listen?”
“How am I supposed to cut it off theeeere….”
“This won’t do. Yu Riyeon. Where are you? Come to my place right now.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay, Oppa?”
“What do you mean?”
“You only just woke up….”
“I’m fine, that’s why I’m telling you to get over here immediately. You don’t want to?”
“N-no! I’ll come! I’m coming right now!”
“Hang up and get here fast. As fast as you can.”
“Okay. I’ll leave right away.”
“Hang up. See you soon.”
“Yeah! I’m coming right now!”
I made sure I heard her answer properly before hanging up in the middle of her fluster. If I cut her off mid-sentence, her rage gauge might max out and she’d come charging over, so I kept at least the minimum line of courtesy.
From here on, start the clock. Even if Riyeon had already shown me her bare face, she never skimped on washing up and putting on makeup. That meant at least an hour—plenty of time to pick a fight over it. The classic Shakespeare Taming of the Shrew strategy. Find fault with her in ways tailored to Riyeon and train her to listen to whatever I said. Not just for romantic dominance—my plan was to get her to the point where she could follow through on social commitments even if she didn’t fully agree yet….
Bzzzzzzzzzt.
“Hello?”
“Oppa, open the door.”
What… she’s already here?
“Open the door, I’m right outside.”
“J-just a second?”
I scrambled over and opened the door. Riyeon stood there with the tip of her nose bright red, her legs trembling. The moment she saw me she threw her arms around me tight and started sniffling.
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry, I’m so sorry for doubting your feelings, Oppa. I was wrong. Oppa, I never meant to ignore you or anything. No—not trusting you all the way to the end was already a disqualification. I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I won’t do it again. Just believe me one more time. I swear I won’t. I only have Oppa. You know that, right? Oppa knows. I won’t make that mistake again!”
“Riyeon.”
“Yes, Oppa! Just say it. I’ll do anything!”
I had not seen this coming at all.
“Where were you?”
“…In the car.”
“And where was the car?”
“…Near Oppa’s place.”
“Was ‘near’ somewhere you could see my window?”
“…Yeah.”
“You didn’t go home last night?”
Riyeon shyly lowered her head and confessed.
“I washed up, put on makeup, packed clothes, and came back out. I knew I wouldn’t be able to contact Oppa from evening to morning, so I just wanted to be even a little closer.”
She looked up at me with expectant eyes.
“I did good, right? That’s why I saw the light in Oppa’s window, knew you were awake, called right away, and got here this fast. I did good, right?”
I’d completely forgotten.
This girl wasn’t a shrew—she was a yandere.