Chapter 40: Eyes That Kill – Kang Ye-jin VS Kwon Ye-seul (Complete)
When I was little—back in my previous life, around five years old—I saw a scene in a comic book at the barbershop, led there by the hand of the orphanage director.
'The ridiculously powerful villain boss glares at his subordinate who failed the mission, and the guy spews blood and drops dead right there.'
Even as a kid, it struck me as utterly ridiculous, the kind of absurd plot twist that strained all credibility.
'That's what I thought, anyway...'
The reason I'm suddenly reminiscing about that old comic now? A woman with the exact same villainous glare is standing right in front of me.
"...."
Kwon Ye-seul stared down at the two of us in silence. Her eyes were frozen solid, like the bottom of a winter ravine.
"Haha, hey... Professor...?"
Kang Ye-jin tossed out a casual greeting, playing it friendly. She'd clearly picked up on the vibe too—no snarky jabs like back in the gym storage room.
"Ha, this is fucking ridiculous."
Kwon Ye-seul wiped the sweat from her face with the yellow towel around her neck and strode toward us. Kang Ye-jin hurriedly straightened her clothes and backed away like she was fleeing.
"I knew you were a total slut, but damn, Siwoo-ya, I didn't think it was this bad."
"Sh-she blackmailed me into it...!"
"Blackmailed you?"
I yanked up my pants and pointed accusingly at Kang Ye-jin.
"Ugh...! You little shit!"
Kang Ye-jin scowled at me like I'd betrayed her personally.
'This is my chance.'
That time I'd tried flirting with Kwon Ye-seul? It was all part of a plan to use her to get rid of Kang Ye-jin. Simple logic: if the fox-like Ye-jin kept tormenting me, sic the tiger-like Ye-seul on her.
Of course, my amateur scheme backfired, and the tiger devoured me instead... But hey, if I could chase Ye-jin off now, that'd still be a win, right?
'Once Kang Ye-jin is out of the picture, I can make sure Kwon Ye-seul rots in prison for life.'
Taking on Ye-jin directly was impossible. Her lawyer parents made legal routes a dead end, and her rich family could bury any scandal quietly. But Kwon Ye-seul? All brawn, no backing. The moment she laid a hand on Ye-jin, she'd drag herself down too.
That was my foolproof plan. Sure, I'd gotten eaten before I could even play hard-to-get... but it was resurrecting beautifully now.
'No more sex with Kwon Ye-seul from here on out.'
I knew it deep down. She was dangerous on a sexual level.
'I need to cut ties ASAP, or...'
Just thinking about that workout-sculpted, dizzying body and her vice-tight pussy made my dick twitch. If I kept letting her fuck me? It wouldn't just be my body—she'd claim my mind in a heartbeat.
Who'd have thought a clichéd porn or hentai scenario would happen to me? I fully grasped my own sexual weakness.
'Ugh... just seeing her face has my dick throbbing already.'
Worried Ye-jin or Ye-seul might glance at my crotch, I casually covered it with my hand.
"Blackmailed you into fucking her, Ye-jin?"
"Y-yeah! That's right!"
"This won't fly, Kang Ye-jin. That's a crime. A straight-up crime."
The rule-abiding athlete Kwon Ye-seul shot Ye-jin a piercing glare and stepped forward. Overpowered by the intensity, Ye-jin retreated another step.
"Don't lecture me—you raped Siwoo too, Professor."
"Me? Nah, what Siwoo and I had was full of love. That makes it love-rape, not rape."
Ye-seul tamped down her anger, pulling a smug face to counter. I wanted to call out their bullshit argument, but the fallout scared me silent.
'Is this what they call a catfight?'
Tigers and lions were felines too, so yeah? Anyway, I didn't want to get caught in the crossfire, so I scrambled behind Ye-seul.
"You're talking absolute nonsense..."
"Huh? Don't mumble from way back there—come say it to my face."
Ye-seul advanced boldly. Ye-jin, pride stung by the taunt, marched forward fearlessly.
'Here we go.'
The bathroom atmosphere was murderous, primed for a brawl. When beasts clash, one breaks—and it sure as hell wouldn't be Ye-seul.
'That's you, Kang Ye-jin.'
Time to pay for nearly killing me with humiliation. Take a beating that'll make you wish you were dead.
'Then use her family to get rid of Ye-seul too.'
The thrill of impending freedom tugged my lips into a grin I couldn't suppress.
"Hoo, fuck... I've been taking beatings left and right lately."
"What was that, Kang Ye-jin?"
"Nothing—just saying we should talk it out. Hit me and get fired from your professor gig, right?"
"Don't worry about that."
Ye-seul grinned wickedly.
"Our school's facilities are falling apart, as you know. Piles of broken CCTVs—the one at the entrance hasn't worked in ages."
"....Ugh!"
That's why she'd dragged me here. No evidence even if I reported it.
-BAM!
Ye-seul slammed the bathroom door shut. She grabbed a broom from the cleaning closet by the stalls, hooked it on the handle to lock us in.
"Fuck."
Ye-jin realized she was screwed. Even from here, her pale face drained white.
"Daring to touch my man..."
Ye-seul bounced lightly on her toes, fluid footwork like a dance. I'd seen it on TV a few times...
In a flash, she closed the gap. Ye-jin raised her guard—but too late.
-SMACK!
Ye-seul's fist slammed into Ye-jin's right side, bypassing the block.
"Gahk...!"
Tall for a woman, Ye-jin hit the floor hard, downed in one shot.
"Get up."
Ye-seul unstrapped her wristwatch, wrapping it around her knuckles like brass knucks. One hit from that? Fractures would be the least of it.
She meant to demolish Ye-jin completely.
"Guh... kkh... heuk...."
Ye-jin could barely speak, let alone stand, gasping like she might die any second.
"Won't get up? Fine, I'll come to you."
Ye-seul yanked Ye-jin up by the hair—easily lifting her 70kg-plus frame. Her raw strength shocked me.
"Hngh... hngh...."
"...The fuck you saying?"
"Y-you... bi... tch..."
Instead of breaking free, Ye-jin pointed shakily elsewhere—the phone on the tripod.
Ye-seul's eyes flashed. She dropped Ye-jin and charged, smashing the phone to bits on the floor.
"Useless. When I backed off earlier, I already synced it—the video's saved to my server."
"You bitch..."
So that's why she'd retreated slyly—not fear, but to activate the phone on the sly. Setting it to auto-upload in that split second... terrifying woman.
"Kkhkh... y-you wanna beat me to death here, lose your job, and rot in jail? Or... heuk, khok! Khok!"
Ye-jin's voice cracked from pain, coughing dryly before finishing.
"...Report me and you're dead by my hand."
"Hngh, won't happen—so fuck off. Call an ambulance before you go."
"Tch."
Ye-seul pulled out her phone and dropped it on Ye-jin's body.
"Ah, shit!"
Ye-jin writhed in agony, but Ye-seul ignored her, turning to grab my chin.
"Let's go."
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb. You need punishment too."
Punishment? I was just the victim here—raped one-sidedly. Why me?
"You teased my dick. Time to pay with your pussy."
"Eek!"
Ye-seul clamped my ass hard. The pain bowled me forward.
"Don't grab like that... it hurts! Hurts, I said!"
"Save it for the bed later. Follow quietly."
She dragged me by the arm. After that display, my body didn't dare resist.
"Han Siwoo..."
A plaintive voice from behind—probably Ye-jin. I glanced back.
"See you later."
She leaned against the marble floor, resting. She looked on the verge of collapse, deeply unsettling.
"Yeah."
I gave a curt reply and stepped out. The mournful wail of a wounded lioness echoing from the bathroom? Must've been my imagination.
And so, the clash between the two women ended anticlimactically—no clear victor, no true vanquished.