Chapter 17 - Kang Ye-jin's Circumstances (1)
Outside the gym storage room. The sports field was still buzzing with the ongoing match. I wonder if Somwol took first place like always. Oh right, come to think of it, I should've eaten that kimbap...
Lost in pleasant thoughts of Somwol, an unpleasant sensation pressed against my shoulder. I scowled and turned around to face the woman tilting her head with a smirk. Objectively speaking, she was a beauty, but that sleazy grin made her look like some middle-aged pervert uncle.
"I've got an offer you can't refuse, Siwoo-ya."
Kang Ye-jin drawled it out like a famous line from a mafia movie, complete with the dramatic tone. It would've been hilarious under normal circumstances, but right now, the situation was way too serious for me to crack a smile.
"Date me."
"Fuck off."
"Hey, I said you can't refuse."
"Save your bullshit for your dad. I'm outta here."
"Whoa, no need to rush... Here, take a look at this!"
"You're mine now! Mine!"
Kang Ye-jin must've filmed a video of me getting fucked like a dog inside the storage room. Judging by the length, she probably started recording right when I went in.
"You!"
"Oh, and there's this too."
"Ugh! Cumming from a shota dick!"
"Pucker up, you little shit."
"Aren't you Somwol's boyfriend?"
These too—all videos of the women I've fucked... My breath quickened. How the hell did she get these? More than rational thought, my first instinct was to destroy that phone. I raised my short arms to snatch it away.
"Give it here!"
"Haha, no can do. Feeling like listening to me now?"
How did she even film this shit? Kwon Ye-seul and the one spraying pussy juice on my dick, fine—but Park Seol-yeon? Her family's loaded; security should've been tight as hell.
"Where the fuck did you get these?!"
"Nothing much. I stalked you."
"S-stalking...?"
"Whenever I take a liking to something, I follow it around until it's mine. Breaking into some rich bitch's house is nothing for the sake of my love... Plus, I know Park Seol-yeon personally."
Like some ninja, she snuck in without a sound and filmed me fucking Park Seol-yeon on her phone? Sure, I was out of it from 22 straight kyubae presses at the time... but pulling it off without getting caught from the start? Unbelievable skill.
Whatever. None of that mattered anymore. I started pounding her lightly with my fists, trying to grab the phone.
"Aw, even your resistance is cute."
"G-give it! Give it back, I said!"
"You know your hands can't reach here. So why... Whoa!"
Punch! Just like at the bathroom, I swung for her womb, but it didn't connect. She easily caught my fist, looking genuinely surprised.
"Where'd a shrimp like you learn to punch like that?"
"Eek! L-let go...!"
Before I could pull free, I got sucked right into her embrace. Her ample tits pressed against the back of my head.
"Hmm... Yeah, just dating like this might not cut it. Forcing you with blackmail won't win your heart anyway..."
"S-stop... Don't touch my body, I said!"
"How about a bet then?"
"What bet?! Let go!"
Squeeze. Her cold fingers groped my dick. For some reason, all the strength drained from my body.
"Ah, aaah..."
"I'll court you for 30 days."
"Not th-there, ugh..."
"If I lose, I'll never show up in front of you again. Sound good?"
Spurt, spurt! Not even a few minutes in, and I was shooting my load all over her hand. I'm no premature ejaculator, but the moment her fingers touched me, the urge surged up.
Before the shame could hit, her tongue invaded my mouth. She'd forced it in.
"Pah... Like hell I'd accept that!"
"Whether you like it or not, it's already started. Mmm..."
Slurp. She licked the cum off her fingers, then yanked my pants down. Unlike usual, she left my underwear on.
"What're you..."
Unlike me, she pulled her pants down over her panties, exposing her pussy outright. Pinning my arms, she slowly rubbed her crotch against my protruding bulge.
Grind, grind, grind, grind.
"Haa... haa... Feels good for you too, right?"
"Hng, doing this outside... What if someone sees..."
"No one's coming this way, so enjoy it quick... Nngh... Feels so good..."
The sound of fabric and flesh rubbing filled the air. Kang Ye-jin trembled with pleasure from just dry-humping, her eyelids fluttering.
"I'm cumming, cumming..."
Squish, squish. Pussy juice soaked her panties. Without a shred of guilt, she vented her lust, then stroked my hair tenderly with loving eyes.
"Looking forward to the next 30 days."
Thus began the one-sided bet.
Han Siwoo. A little shrimp barely scraping 150cm... Considering the average Korean guy height is in the 170s, he's ridiculously short. That's why I couldn't understand women who liked tiny guys like him at first.
"Hey, doesn't Han Siwoo look kinda hot in a sneaky way?"
Every bitch I hung out with spouted that crap to me. I'd get pissed and bail every time.
I mean, I don't get off on guys shorter than me. No normal woman would.
"Yo, Han Siwoo got a girlfriend?"
"Fuck, I'm so jealous! She's banging him every day, huh?"
Should I just punch these sluts in the face? I'm not some justice freak, but watching these pedo bitches indulge their weird lust for Siwoo was starting to gross me out.
Tch, whatever.
Steer clear of shit not 'cause it's scary, but 'cause it's dirty... I ignored the bullshit from those pedo whores like always and headed to the infirmary for a nap.
Slosh, slosh. Sucking on my drink through the straw as I strolled the hallway, I spotted a familiar silhouette up ahead.
That shrimp and that chick?
Han Siwoo and Park Somwol—the height difference was insane, just like the rumors. From afar, they looked like a big sis and her little brother.
But damn, he is kinda cute.
Though those sharp eyes were a bit sleazy—flaw or turn-on? Wait, what the hell am I thinking?
I'm not one of those chicks who lusts after scrawny bodies! Why the fuck was this filthy thought popping up? Probably 'cause it's been ages since I jerked off. I'll head home early and watch some porn...
Thud, splash!
"Ack! Siwoo-ya!"
Sudden impact to my chest. Looking down, Han Siwoo was sprawled on the floor, wobbling. Did the little shit just barrel into me?
Chocolate ice cream splattered on my clothes, but whatever. As I reached down to help him up coolly, a weird dissonance hit me.
Whoosh... An inexplicable sense of wrongness. Not just the air shifting—it felt like my body was slowly glitching, sticky and wrong.
He's so fuckable. I wanna torment him...
The creepy fantasy I'd dismissed as gross moments ago flooded my mind. An overwhelming urge to fuck this little guy senseless took over my body. And it'd been four days since my last wank... fueling the fire even more.
"Ah."
Siwoo realized what he'd done and let out a groan. Looking straight up at me, his face raw with fear. Fuck, I wanna shove my pussy in his face right here.
"Uh, th-that..."
Stammering excuses, trembling all cute. Should I scare him a bit?
"Hey."
"Y-yeah?"
"This shirt's fucking expensive. How you gonna pay for it?"
Bald-faced lie. Mom and Dad hate extravagance; they never buy me pricey shit. This top probably cost five bucks at the market.
"I'll pay for dry cleaning..."
"Dry cleaning? Dude, designer stuff doesn't go to regular cleaners. Gotta hit a specialty shop for big bucks or buy a new one. What now?"
Too naive. This is fun... Push him more?
"Answer me."
"Uh, y-yeah?"
"I said answer. How you gonna pay?"
"Uh, m-money, I have money, I'll ask my parents..."
"No, I need it now."
"I don't have cash on me! I'll call 'em real quick and..."
Wait, most people back off here, but he's actually gonna do it? This kid knows jack about the world. ...Play this right, and I can get him in bed.
Squeeze! I grabbed his ass right away. Firm and bouncy in my hand.
"Eep!"
"No money? Pay with your body then. That slutty little frame of yours should cover it quick."
Too direct? Whatever, no bitch could resist that wiggling ass.
"Hey! Get your hand off!"
This interruption... A bear of a girl wedged between us, prying my hand off his ass and hiding him behind her back.
This fucking cunt, who the hell does she think— No, no... Patience. My fist clenched, but I decided to hold back. No way I could take her in a straight fight with that build. Gotta call my girls. Plan first. Yeah, plan...