Chapter 37 - Lots of Sex at Park Somwol's House
I'm barely through the front door of Park Somwol's house when I yell over my shoulder at her.
"You—when the hell did you figure it out?"
I'm not even turning to face this bear of a girl grinning at me with that creepy smile. I just cut straight to it.
"Figure what out?"
"You know damn well...! That I'm fucking Han Siwoo!"
"Ye-jin-ah—"
Thwack! Park Somwol drives her fist right into my gut. My body pitches forward on instinct.
Crack! Almost simultaneously, her elbow slams down on my head. The impact rattles my skull.
"Fuck!"
I lunge at her, desperate to do something, but thud! A fist cracks into my face first, sending me sprawling backward.
"Hngh..."
"Hoo, that feels better. That's your punishment for screwing around right in front of me. Now shut up and listen."
I've dabbled in boxing for a few years—enough to size up an opponent's skill in a heartbeat.
I can't beat her... not a chance.
This idiot girl in front of me radiates pure menace, like a psycho killer chasing me through the night with a gleaming blade. Chills crawl down my spine, cold sweat pouring like rain.
Thump! Thump! My heart's pounding out of control. Even when my big sis got pissed at me, it never felt like this...
Park Somwol was always this kind of woman? Then why'd she just take it lying down back then?
"Before I ask anything else—when did you know? From the start?"
Park Somwol stands and approaches me. My already racing heart jackhammers harder.
"You were the one in the infirmary that time, right?"
"How the hell—?!"
"Anyone walking in like that obvious would've noticed. Though... Siwoo didn't seem to."
She puts extra bite on Siwoo's name.
"Then..."
"Yeah, I watched you steal Siwoo's precious virginity that he'd been saving for me. And everything after—getting passed around to those other bitches."
What kind of sick freak just watches her boyfriend get railed by another girl?
"Oh, and you sent those weirdos after me? Pretending to take the hits was a pain in the ass."
"Those sisters..."
"Yeah, they're probably plankton food by now."
My heart drops into my stomach. She says it so casually, like killing someone's no big deal...
"Kidding. Relax."
"Uh... yeah..."
"Anyway, that's not the point right now. Your attitude from here on out is."
Hiss— Park Somwol lights a cigarette and blows out the smoke.
"You telling me to stay away from Han Siwoo? Sorry, but I'd sooner die than agree."
"Ha, look at you."
I go on the offensive a bit. Scared shitless her fist might fly again, but thankfully, it doesn't.
"If you'd wanted that, you'd have done it ages ago... right? Sounds like you've got the pull to make me disappear."
"Spot on. My dad's got ties to the Chinese mafia."
Mafia...? Her family's even bigger deal than I thought. Though in safe-ass Korea, they probably can't flex much.
"That's why Siwoo's mom left him with us. We've got the means to protect him."
"Protect...?"
"Ah, forget it. Slipped out."
Park Somwol stubs out her cig on the wall and eyes me.
"Keep going."
"...Going with what?"
"Keep fucking Siwoo."
"Wh-what?! You can't mean—!"
Park Somwol drops the bombshell with a straight face. I gawk at her, but her expression's rock-solid.
"...You into that kinda shit?"
She turns away instead of answering. I grin ear-to-ear and hop up.
If my swollen, throbbing fist-bruises didn't hurt like hell, I'd be jumping and screaming!
Park Somwol's a netorare freak!
I won't pry into how or why. Point is, she's given me the green light.
Time to train Siwoo into my perfect fucktoy... body and soul...
And make him dump her ass.
A sleazy laugh bubbles out of me.
"But fucking him's fine... you're in for some work, though."
"Huh?"
"Our Siwoo's super popular. Other girls are after him too."
"Pfft, no sweat. He's already head over heels for me."
If I text him to come over right now, he'd sprint here. Heh heh...
"See you at school tomorrow then. No need to walk me out."
I bolt out the door, fleeing her hellish house as fast as I can.
Can't wait.
Her face twisting in despair... it's gonna drive me insane with excitement.
Chop chop chop! The cheerful sound of knife on veggies echoes from the kitchen.
Kwon Ye-seul stares, mouth agape—clearly never seen anything like this.
"Where'd you learn to cook like that...?"
"Just picked it up from YouTube."
In my past life and this one, I've always eaten alone—unlike others. So yeah, I'm no top chef, but I can hold my own at home cooking.
"Dryer's probably done. Pull the clothes and hang 'em on the rack."
"Uh, y-yeah..."
"Once that's done, sweep the floor. It's already been swept once, so just mop it after."
Kwon Ye-seul shuffles to the balcony with the washer, looking dazed.
Finally feels like a real home.
Trash cleared, laundry mountain tackled—now it actually looks lived-in. Cleaning wore me out, but the accomplishment hits harder. Feels good.
"Stew's ready once I toss in the green onions and simmer a bit... Taste... hmm, kinda bland?"
I scoop a spoonful, sip. Yeah, needs salt. I reach for the cabinet—
"Eek! Why's it so damn high...!"
Cabinet's way above my height; my stubby arms can't reach. Sighing, I drag a chair from the table, climb up.
"Got it!"
Grab the salt, hop down, about to sprinkle it in when—
Whoosh! Arms wrap around me out of nowhere. I jolt in surprise.
"Gah! What the—! If I had a knife, I'd have cut you!"
This Kwon Ye-seul bitch... scared the shit outta me!
I snap at her, pissed.
"Why do you always pick the cutest shit to do? On purpose?"
"Wh-what're you talking about...?"
"Acting all cutesy like that. Huh?"
What'd I do to set her off this time? Her hand slips into my pants, slow and hungry.
"Makes me wanna pocket you. How do you nail every adorable move? Quit school, marry your unnie?"
"No... hate that."
Squish squish...
I straight-up reject her, but she just smirks like it's no biggie, groping my dick freely.
"Can't hold back. Siwoo-ya, bust one quick and let's eat."
"Stew's gonna boil over..."
"Your shrimp-dick blows its load in seconds anyway."
Can't argue with that.
"Relax your body... leave it to unnie."
"Whoa!"
True to her ex-athlete roots, she's stupid strong. One hand hooks my thigh, hoists me up like nothing.
"Nngh... heavier than I thought? Blame that fat cock?"
"P-put me down... hate this position."
"Heh... say that, and I wanna do it more."
Ah, fuck—her being here turns my voice all pathetic again. Hate how it slips out without my say-so.
"Nngh..."
Ye-seul spreads my thighs easy, lowers her hands, and squelch—impales her pussy on my rock-hard dick, pointing skyward.
"H-haa...!"
She lets out a frail whimper that doesn't match her strength. Even for her, cramming my monster in sudden like that must be tough.
"Hng... this counts as arm workout too...?"
Squish, slurp slurp slurp...
Ye-seul clamps her pussy tight to keep me from slipping out, rocks me up and down slow.
"Nng..."
This position makes me feel like less than human—like a goddamn dildo. But picturing her rockin' those sharp, pretty abs while using me that way... kinda hot too...
What the hell was that dumb thought?
I shake my head, banish the filthy notion.
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Ye-seul keeps gripping and shaking her hips.
"Hurts my waist..."
"Hang in there, Siwoo-ya. Not just me feeling good—you too, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
And sure enough, like she said, orgasm surges up fast—straight into her womb.
Spurt spurt spuuurt!
"Ngh!"
"Hoo, look—blew already. Classic premature dick."
"Haaangh..."
"Now eat? What's that? Wanna go again? Fine, food later!"
"Didn't... say... that..."
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
Spurt!
Squuuuelch, squuuuelch...
Spurt!
Squelch, squelch...
Spuuurt...
That day, Ye-seul and I end up eating stew bloated with cum-stock. Neither of us complains about the taste—we chow down in silence, then fuck like animals all night long...