Han Seyoung's Scheme (Not That Scheme)
“Hey, try this on too.”
I had no idea where she’d scavenged them from, but Han Seyoung had a whole assortment of clothes. Police uniforms, school uniforms, suits, and so on.... Were these considered sexy outfits for guys in this world? The butler outfit was one thing, but the police uniform and suit were so short it felt like they shouldn’t even be legal.
“Uhehe... so fucking hot...”
“...”
She’d seemed like a woman of dignity and grace when we first met, but she was getting more unhinged by the day.
“Come on, just one more time for real? It’s been hours since you last came. Your dick’s probably recovered by now.”
“You said no more today....”
“Fuck, you get me all worked up and then say that? No conscience! Whatever, strip.”
“N-no way!”
“The little punk who was trembling like a leaf in my pussy just a bit ago dares to defy me...?”
Yeah, right. Just a few hours ago, I’d been cowering after she beat the shit out of me. But somehow, I’d started talking back to her without thinking.
Is it because she’s gentler than other women? If it’d been Ellis, she would’ve tossed me to those pervy bitches from earlier. But Han Seyoung’s been subtly considerate toward me...
Han Seyoung wasn’t a good woman by any stretch, but compared to the others I’d met in this world, she was decent. And she had money to boot...
“You’re always lying....”
“Hey, it’s only been a few days since we met. What do you mean ‘always’?”
“I don’t care! No sex today, for real.”
“You’re gonna have to fuck plenty from now on anyway. Why not practice your technique starting now?”
“I’ll do my best then, so leave me alone today!!”
Every damn woman, always sex, sex, sex.... Even if I was a normal guy at heart, everyone needs a break sometimes. Her shaking my exhausted body and begging for it finally made me snap, and I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Hey, you little shit...”
Oh shit, I’m screwed.... I’d barked back without thinking... Looking at Han Seyoung’s face, I braced for a punch to the solar plexus. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the agony.
“Eek...!”
“You don’t have to yell that loud, geez...”
What the hell? She’d been like a goblin a second ago, exploding in rage... and now she was acting all meek?
“Sorry, wanna go to sleep now...? Or is there something you wanna eat?”
Gasp... that subtly lowered tone and her fawning words.... Wait, did she fall for me?
It was probably my insanely high Charm stat. This body was that hot, after all. Weren’t you supposed to yield to the one you liked in relationships? Han Seyoung was starting to grovel because she was into me.
She’s probably regretting bullying me inside. Heh heh... I could accept a girlfriend like Han Seyoung. But first, I gotta fix that attitude.
I recalled the novel genres I’d enjoyed back home. The ones where the girl treats the guy like crap, realizes her feelings too late, and begs—but it’s already over.
In those stories, the male lead treated the girl coldly...
Yeah, time was on my side. Han Seyoung might be tough, but she was just a female in heat before a stud like me.
“Hey, Baek Siwoo! You really gonna play it like this?”
“Yeah, obviously. Maybe you should start getting it through your head?!”
“What?”
Slow on the uptake, huh? Guess I’d have to spell it out nicely.
“Look, if you wanna seriously date me from now on, you gotta change that attitude first. Like the bossy tone and forcing me into kinky shit?”
“What the hell are you even...”
“Sex three times a week from now on! Oh, and gimme some sweets. You’ve been stressing me out.”
I’d never tried it, but relationships were about one side taking control. Right now, I had the upper hand, so I could make demands. Han Seyoung, wracked with guilt, wouldn’t resort to violence or insults, right?
That’s what I was banking on.
“...”
Han Seyoung just stood there blankly. Had she finally realized I’d seen through her feelings? In those novels, the heroine tried to take control by being nice... but it was too late.
Man, do I even need to get stronger? Han Seyoung looks loaded. Marry her, have kids...
I’d wanted strength to live comfortably in the first place. No need to suffer getting raped by every woman anymore.
Plus, what she did is forgivable. Unlike Ellis trying to sell me to a brothel.
“What’re you standing there like an idiot for? Hurry up and get the sweets!”
“...Heh heh heh.”
“W-what...? Why’re you laughing like that...”
Did I piss her off? She had to be regretting it like crazy... Just in case, I subtly guarded my solar plexus.
“Yeah, you want something sweet? Wait here, I’ll grab some honey candy from the kitchen.”
“Y-yeah! Hurry! And bring something to drink too—no, bring it!”
“Sure~ Got it.”
See? My prediction was spot on! Han Seyoung hopped off the bed and headed to the kitchen.
“Ehehehe...”
A dumb grin crept onto my face. The catharsis of this woman begging and clinging to me exploded in my brain, sending my mood skyrocketing. Me, living out a scene from a novel where a girl grovels!
“Here, the honey candy and drink you wanted.”
“Good, now obey every word! Then maybe I’ll fuck you more often.”
“Yeah, yeah...”
Finally getting the treatment I deserved. Yeah, I deserved respect and to do what I wanted.
-Gulp gulp...
I chugged the drink. Sour and bitter notes filled my mouth. Orange juice?
“Wait, this isn’t even fruit juice... it’s...”
“Sleep tight.”
You’ll die if you wake up.
That was the last thing I heard before passing out.
***
How should I cook this insolent little shit...
Han Seyoung loomed over the sleeping Baek Sejun, pondering. Punching him? His soft body might burst. Punishing him with her pussy? He’d enjoy it too much.
“Tsk, what to do...”
She considered lightly bashing his head to turn him into an idiot she could drag around, but that’d mess up her upcoming ‘plan.’
-Streeetch.
She yanked on his sleeping cheek. The chewy texture clung to her fingers.
“Nngh...”
He groaned in pain, but with that sedative, even a normal person tossed into a blender wouldn’t wake for at least four hours. She could do whatever she wanted with him for now.
Alright, time to advance things a bit.
To exact proper revenge on her Baek Sejun, Han Seyoung first pulled out a communication orb and set it on the bed. Fwoosh— Purple light rippled, forming a square screen.
Soon, she saw the face of her old rival on the orb’s display.
“What the fuck.”
Beyond the screen stood a woman with a black eyepatch over one eye, legs spread wide. Her messy hair suggested she’d been woken from sleep.
“How’ve you been, Lisa...?”
“You fucking moron, calling someone who was sleeping soundly. Wanna die?”
“W-well...”
Han Seyoung paused dramatically, and the red-haired woman on the screen snapped irritably.
“You bitch... what is it this time?”
“Well... I’m getting married soon, so let’s end this cold war and make up...”
“What?”
Han Seyoung bit her lip to stifle the laugh bubbling up. Make up? From her mouth, no less.
“Make up? Never seen a more shameless bitch. You gouged out my eye and now ‘make up’? Fuck, now that you’ve got something to protect, you’re scared of me?”
“...Lisa.”
Thud.
The woman on the screen couldn’t believe her eyes. That savage, selfish bitch she knew was suddenly dropping to her knees?
Han Seyoung had to show Lisa her ‘fake’ sincerity. She put on a desperate act to fool her.
“...I won’t make excuses for hurting your eye anymore.”
“Then turn off the orb and fuck off, you two-faced slut.”
“W-wait! There’s more. Um...”
Kneeling, Seyoung hesitated. Lisa, annoyed by the wishy-washy attitude, bit her lip and yelled.
“I don’t wanna hear from a bitch with a womb acting like a limp dick!”
“Fine, straight to the point. Don’t touch my husband anymore.”
The solemn, serious demeanor. Was this really the flighty idiot Han Seyoung? Lisa feigned surprise but hid it, not wanting to seem weak.
“No shame?”
“Yeah, the bitch who killed other women’s families acting like this is ridiculous. But now I get it. When you have something to protect, you turn infinitely pathetic.”
“Hmm...”
By now, Lisa’s anger had given way to curiosity. What kind of man could make this dog of a woman act like this?
She fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
“I get what you mean. I won’t touch your husband, Han Seyoung. You haven’t gone after my family yet either. Gouging my eye sucked, though.”
“If you want, I can get you a glass eye...”
“Nah, it’s fine. Battlefield stuff, I figured as much.”
“Yeah... sorry.”
Of course it’s bullshit.
Lisa had never forgiven Han Seyoung. She didn’t care about the eye anymore, but leaving her alive on the battlefield just to humiliate her? Unforgivable.
“Then come to my place, Lisa. I wanna treat you to a meal.”
“A meal? Sure... I’ll head out tomorrow. Leapolis, right?”
“Nah, I’m over by Beapolis for a bit.”
“Oh...? Perfect, then. It’s close.”
Tomorrow, Lisa would head off to rape Han Seyoung’s ‘husband,’ oblivious to the trap.
Meanwhile, the two weren’t the only ones hearing this.
Fuck, what the hell is this conversation...
[Nature Affinity: Gain resistance to drugs.]
Baek Sejun could only tremble as he quietly eavesdropped.