Repayment (4) — A Clever Little Scheme
"Excuse me."
"Hey, wait."
Before I, the owner of the house, could even give her permission to enter, Baek Seol-ah marched right in. Acting as if she owned the place just because she'd been here once before, she casually slipped off her shoes and stepped inside.
Since it was the weekend and she had no particular plans, her outfit was quite simple. A thin white short-sleeved T-shirt and pitch-black short shorts that clung tightly to her thighs. It looked a bit too cold to wear outside in the middle of April, when the weather was still chilly, but as indoor wear... well, it was more than enough.
Anyway, brushing past me and entering the room, Baek Seol-ah scanned her surroundings before frowning slightly and muttering,
"...Ugh, the smell of male hormones. You should air this place out. It's giving me a headache."
"What?"
For an uninvited guest, her brazen complaining was quite irritating. I stared at her in disbelief, but she went a step further, picking up the school uniform pants I had carelessly tossed aside last night.
"Don't just throw your clothes anywhere, either. It might look fine now, but a place can become a mess in the blink of an eye."
"Are you my mom...?"
From my perspective, her attitude was so absurdly overbearing that those words slipped out naturally. Regardless, Baek Seol-ah neatly folded my pants and placed them on the sofa. Then, she comfortably sat down next to them, finally turning to look at me with a bright smile.
"That sounds nice. If you want, I can come over once in a while to help tidy up, so how about you show some respect to your parent like a good son?"
"?"
"Now, say it. 'Thank you, Mom.'"
She was counterattacking my blunt sarcasm with an unusually relaxed demeanor. When I froze in confusion at this unexpected counter, Baek Seol-ah's smile widened. She looked as if she had already won, her smugness practically radiating off her.
My brow twitched slightly, but Baek Seol-ah paid no mind and leaned back against the sofa. Seeing her lounge so comfortably as if it were her own home was incredibly irritating. I openly scowled and asked in an annoyed voice,
"Seriously, what are you even here for?"
"My, didn't I tell you? I'm here to pay off my debt."
"...Debt?"
I tilted my head slightly at her immediate reply. When did I ever make her owe me a debt? As I showed a puzzled reaction, unable to recall any such thing, the relaxed and carefree look in Baek Seol-ah's eyes wavered for a moment.
"...What? You don't remember? You even gave me specific instructions on what to do."
"...? Ah."
My second moment of confusion was short-lived. At Baek Seol-ah's resentful, sharp glare, it finally clicked. I had wondered what on earth she meant by "debt," but it seemed she was referring to the "repayment for last time" we had discussed yesterday.
"You should've just said so from the start. I was wondering what you were talking about."
I nodded to show I finally understood, which threw off her rhythm and caused her expression to falter slightly. I didn't miss the opportunity. A blatant smirk crept onto my lips.
"Anyway, does that mean... I can assume you're here to pay the first installment of my reward today?"
"W-Why do you have to put it so bluntly...? It's embarrassing."
Baek Seol-ah turned her gaze away, her face flushing slightly. I couldn't believe she found this embarrassing. Snorting, I changed my phrasing.
"Should I call it a handjob instead, then?"
"...?!"
"Our esteemed class top student, who has a boyfriend of her own, is personally going to hold another man's cock with her delicate hands and sha—"
"S-Shut up!"
Grab!
With incredible reaction speed, Baek Seol-ah lunged forward and clamped both of her hands over my mouth. No, she wasn't just covering it; she was squeezing with enough force to twist my lips off. Part of me wanted to stick my tongue out right then and there to freak her out even more, but...
I can't open my mouth.
As I thought, she wasn't just covering my mouth; she was gripping my entire lips with all her strength. Whenever I tried to part them even slightly, she strained to keep them shut. Since watching her struggle was amusing in its own way, I casually shrugged. It was a gesture signaling that I would drop the subject as she wished.
"If you... if you use that word again, I'll hit you..."
With her face still crimson and her eyelashes trembling anxiously, Baek Seol-ah finally pulled her hands away. I lightly ran my tongue over my lips where her hands had just been, prompting her to flinch as if she had seen something disgusting—but I ignored her secondary reaction for now.
"So? Are we starting right now?"
"...Ah."
I plopped down on the sofa, leaving a bit of distance between us. I really hadn't expected to see Baek Seol-ah's face first thing on the weekend, but...
Well...
Unlike the other girls I'd had brief flings with solely for mutual lust, she was, in a way, the first girl to actually pique my interest. Although I had almost lost my temper because she woke me up and immediately started acting like my mother to annoy me, that irritation quickly faded.
There's nothing bad about this for me.
Honestly, I was quite pleased that Baek Seol-ah had come to my dorm room of her own free will. I also liked how this dry, lifeless room of mine suddenly felt brighter just by her presence.
Of course, Baek Seol-ah probably didn't mean anything special by it; she had likely just come early because she wanted to clear her debt as quickly as possible. But the minor details didn't matter. I was satisfied enough just being able to satisfy my desire for her directly with her.
After all, if not for the excuse of "repaying a mistake," would I have ever had two opportunities to get so intimate with her? Just as I was about to say something to the strangely hesitant Baek Seol-ah, she spoke up first.
"...Hey, Han Taeyang."
"Yeah?"
Right on cue, Baek Seol-ah spoke, and our gazes locked in a sticky, lingering moment. ...A feverish warmth, both familiar yet foreign, whose true nature was hard to pin down right now. With that intense emotion swirling in her golden eyes, she spoke cautiously.
"W-Would you happen to want to... instead of me doing it with my hand five times... finish this cleanly with something else?"
"...What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Without answering my puzzled question, she began rummaging through her pocket and pulled something out. I narrowed my eyes, but as soon as I saw what she was holding, I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.
...A small, square, single-use packet that looked like a vitamin. How could I not recognize it? I had a similar one sitting in my bedside drawer right now.
"Baek Seol-gi, you...?"
"...Ugh."
I let out a bewildered voice, and Baek Seol-ah shyly averted her eyes. Then, holding up the vitamin—no, the condom—she hid her face behind it and mumbled,
"I mean... this..."
"..."
"W-What do you think?"
Her face was filled with clear embarrassment, yet she kept stealing glances at me with a hint of anticipation. Her eyes were incredibly serious, as if she were making a high-stakes gamble to close a major business deal. As I met her gaze, a wave of sheer astonishment washed over my face.
This was what had happened before Baek Seol-ah visited Han Taeyang's dorm. To be precise, it was the night before.
"...Look at your face. Was it really that good?"
"Y-Yeah?"
With the video recorded in Han Taeyang's bedroom playing full-screen on her laptop, she had fully demonstrated her skills as an excellent girlfriend to please Lee Hyun-seong's body. Now, Baek Seol-ah wiped the sticky, white fluid from her hands with a tissue, letting out a soft chuckle.
Lee Hyun-seong leaned his back against the bed frame, his legs stretched out as he panted heavily. Baek Seol-ah, dressed only in her underwear, glanced down at her lover's lower body with a hint of pity, though her voice remained affectionate as she spoke.
"You came way more than usual. Even considering you held it in for a few days, that's impressive."
"...Uh, yeah."
"And even though the real thing was right next to you, you couldn't take your eyes off the screen at all."
"N-No, it's not like that. It's just because you're so good at it, Seol-ah."
"Hmph. So it's my fault for being too good with my hands...?"
"T-That's not what I meant..."
As Baek Seol-ah's gaze threatened to turn cold, Lee Hyun-seong broke out in a cold sweat. His girlfriend absolutely detested being treated like a slut. Just as he was racking his brain for an excuse to appease her, thankfully, Baek Seol-ah changed the subject first.
"Well, whatever. At least you enjoyed it, Hyun-seong. Maybe it was worth swallowing my disgust and letting Han Taeyang hold me."
"Uh..."
Hearing the latter part of her sentence, Lee Hyun-seong's expression turned slightly complicated. He carefully gauged her reaction while stealing a glance at the laptop screen.
...Despite her claiming she had "swallowed her disgust," the Baek Seol-ah on the screen was completely consumed by sexual pleasure, wearing a lewd, sensually beautiful smile he had never seen before. However, Lee Hyun-seong was neither foolish enough to bring that up right now, nor was he ignorant of her personality.
"...Yeah. Thank you so much for putting up with my selfish request again, Seol-ah."
"Hmph, as long as you know."
Thus, he merely offered a brief, awkward word of thanks, and fortunately, Baek Seol-ah didn't seem to notice his subtle shift in expression as she smugly accepted it.
And right on cue, the Seol-ah in the video let out a high-pitched moan, desperately calling out another man's name. In the sudden silence that fell over the room, the audio blaring from the laptop felt exceptionally loud.
"..."
"..."
Gulp.
Lee Hyun-seong swallowed hard, his eyes involuntarily gluing themselves back to the screen. For someone with a Netorase fetish, it was a sound he simply couldn't ignore.
On the screen, Baek Seol-ah was collapsed face-down on the already soaking-wet bed, her hips arched high like a cat. Han Taeyang, positioned behind her in a way that perfectly obscured his face, was calmly and relentlessly teasing her body.
...To think Seol-ah could look so helpless.
Seeing her in a position completely opposite to how she usually behaved in bed with him sent a jolt of intense pleasure straight up his spine. When he cautiously peeked at Baek Seol-ah's face...
"..."
Sure enough, her face—which had been quite sadistic and dominant while she was teasing him with her hand—was once again flushed bright red. She was shrinking her shoulders, unable to look at the screen, her hands fidgeting nervously. It was quite a dramatic shift in attitude.
At her hypocritical yet incredibly cute reaction, Lee Hyun-seong let out an involuntary chuckle.
"...Are you laughing?"
"Ah."
Of course, he couldn't escape paying the price for that brief chuckle. In a way, it was a brutal punishment. Glaring at him, Baek Seol-ah suddenly leaned her body close to him.
"You can still go, right, Hyun-seong?"
"...N-No, Seol-ah. Wait."
"Yeah. Shut up and get it up."
Squeeze...!
"Hup."
"See? You can do it just fine. Stop complaining."
Baek Seol-ah smirked as she roughly gripped his manhood with her slender hand. A mixture of love for her boyfriend and desire for her partner blended together as she squeezed him dry once more.
"...Haa, Hyun-seong. I think I'm ready to..."
Breathing heavily with a flush of lust, Baek Seol-ah was about to pull down her underwear when—
"W-Wait...! Seol-ah. Just one thing before that."
"...?"
Like a prey standing before a predator, Lee Hyun-seong trembled and held up his hands. He quickly stopped his turned-on, lovely girlfriend and spoke rapidly.
"First, let's make one thing clear. About, you know, the promise we made last week."
"...What?"
"The condition was definitely for you to be 'slept with' by another man, right...?"
Baek Seol-ah froze, her hand stopping just as she was about to strip off her underwear and climb on top of him. Her expression turned complicated—or rather, extremely uncomfortable. Having dated him for so long, she had a gut feeling about what was coming next.
"...And? What are you trying to say?"
She knew exactly what her boyfriend was going to say next. And her intuition was spot on.
"You haven't actually been slept with yet. By Han Taeyang."
"..."
Lee Hyun-seong spoke firmly, as if this was the one thing he couldn't compromise on, and Baek Seol-ah glared at him with eyes that had instantly gone cold. Although her gaze stung, he didn't back down. He slowly closed the laptop and cautiously continued.
"Of course, I'll cherish this video as a lifelong treasure, but..."
"..."
"...Ahem. Still, since we've already come this far, go and let him sleep with you. Properly."
Baek Seol-ah didn't answer. She merely stared at him with cold, lifeless eyes. It was a silent standoff, with one breaking out in a cold sweat and the other looking completely dead inside.
So, how did it end?
Stomp!
"Keuhuk! S-Seol-ah..."
"You ungrateful bastard. Just drop dead."
Instead of spending a passionate night together and sleeping in the same bed like a normal couple, Baek Seol-ah cursed Lee Hyun-seong and stormed out of his room. Not before grinding her foot into his crotch as he lay pathetically on the floor, of course.
After returning to her own dorm room, Baek Seol-ah...
"...Haa, seriously."
Feeling a bit guilty for her sudden violence, she sent a short text to Lee Hyun-seong right before going to sleep, promising to do as he wished.
And that was how today came to be.
Baek Seol-ah swallowed hard, still holding the condom in her hand.
Gulp...
If I have to do it anyway.
Whether the culprit was the hasty promise she made to Lee Hyun-seong, or her love for him which was the root cause of it all—if sleeping with Han Taeyang was ultimately unavoidable, shouldn't she at least use this "sleeping together" as leverage to extract the maximum benefit?
Before going to bed last night, and even after waking up this morning, Baek Seol-ah had pondered deeply. She had racked her brain to figure out how she could thoroughly exploit Han Taeyang.
"...I'm doing this as a special favor. You hear me? This is a grace I'm bestowing upon you, even though I'm taking a massive loss, so you'd better be grateful, Han Taeyang."
This was the final conclusion Baek Seol-ah had reached. Hide what needed to be hidden, and deceive what needed to be deceived. Even though she had to sleep with Han Taeyang anyway because of her promise to Lee Hyun-seong, Han Taeyang didn't know that, did he?
In that case, she could package it as if she were offering him a highly beneficial deal, and cleanly wipe out her debt of five handjobs.
Yes. It's a perfect plan.
Baek Seol-ah was confident. She was absolutely sure she could trick Han Taeyang with this single move. And why wouldn't she be? She was one of the top beauties in the academy, offering to sleep with him. They weren't even lovers; they were rivals who had spent a year at each other's throats. Giving a guy like him the chance to put his member inside her—what man in the world would kick away such an opportunity? The possibility of rejection was zero.
At least, that was what Baek Seol-ah thought.
"Hey."
Han Taeyang, his eyes narrowed with an unreadable expression, finally spoke.
"Who do you think you're playing? You want to get smacked?"
"...Huh?"
"I'll really smack you."
Baek Seol-ah was dumbfounded as Han Taeyang raised his hand threateningly, as if he were actually going to hit her. Far from being fooled, he seemed to have seen right through her, even showing irritation. She panicked, her mind racing.
H-How did he know...?!
Just as Han Taeyang often observed, Baek Seol-ah was surprisingly clumsy and airheaded at times. That was just the kind of girl she was.