Chapter 42 - Regret? Han Siwoo.
Regret? Han Siwoo. My lovely lover, my baby bird, my precious treasure... The one existence more irreplaceable than anything... he'd slipped right out of my hands.
-Squirt! A jet of fluid burst from between my legs like a dam breaking. It splattered onto the floor with a plip-plop, staining the white carpet draped over it with dark blotches.
"Fuck..."
I sat slumped over the edge of the bed, muttering curses under my breath. The room was empty—no one around—so I didn't need to put on that friendly 'friend' act. Words just spilled out freely.
"Siwoo-ya, Siwoo-ya... Siwoooo!"
The horrific self-loathing that crashed over me next burned through my body like fire. To shake off that scorching emotion heating my entire frame, I screamed the name of the one boy who'd ever truly understood my heart.
And before that feeling could even settle, another sensation knocked at my mind like a polite tap-tap.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Hngh, hngh... Siwoo-ya, Siwoooo..."
In the video, a small boy was being violated. Unlike average guys, he looked about 150cm tall, with pale skin and a youthful face... Baby fat still puffed out his cheeks, and those sharp eyes didn't match his cute little body at all.
How the hell did things end up like this? Just a few weeks ago, I'd owned every bit of him—body and soul.
Why had it all been stolen by another woman?
"Haa..."
Reflecting on my pathetic state chased away the unwelcome intruder called lust, thankfully.
"If only I'd stopped Siwoo from getting raped in that storage room back then..."
This twisted fetish wouldn't have been born. Why had I just watched? Come to think of it, I'd never lost before—not sexually, not athletically, not even in popularity.
'Even Siwoo, who ignored all other girls, blushed like a ripe strawberry in front of me.'
That's why I got arrogant. Standing atop my mountain of stacked victories, I strutted around like a fool who'd conquered the whole damn thing.
Was that why? Drunk on triumph, I was fragile against defeat—like a greenhouse kid who'd never played in dirt, vulnerable to illness compared to street rats.
Kang Ye-jin's defeat handed to me in that storage room toppled my smug ass effortlessly. My first taste of dizzying loss. More than any emptiness, I felt something I shouldn't have.
"Hngh..."
Thinking back to Siwoo's state in that storage room made my lower belly thrum again.
-Squelch, squelch, squelch.Squelch.
'It's fine, just this once... Just drain it out, then bring Siwoo back to my side...'
Someone like Kang Ye-jin could win him back. Just once, let it out, reset everything. Siwoo didn't even seem to like sex with her much—he'd come crawling back soon enough.
Yeah, that's right. I soothed myself like that and started jerking off again to the video spilling from my phone.
-Mwah, mwaaah, smack smack!
"Mmm..."
"Heh, hngh..."
I lunged at her mouth for a deep kiss. Kwon Ye-seul welcomed me with her tongue, ravaging my palate and the insides of my cheeks in a wild frenzy. At a glance, it didn't look like love at all—but who cares when it felt this good...
"Pah... Hngh, Siwoo-ya, you're acting extra cute today?"
A string of white saliva trailed from Ye-seul noona's lips as she stroked my hair. I didn't dodge her touch—instead, I rubbed my cheek against her palm, answering silently.
"Heh heh... To think prickly Han Siwoo would end up living under me, acting all cutesy."
"Smack smack... But noona's pussy feels so fucking good..."
Noona slipped her fingers into my mouth naturally. I sucked them like they were the tastiest candy, pouring out my affection for her.
"If only your eyes had heart-shaped pupils, it'd be perfect..."
"Huh?"
"Ah, nothing. Pretend you didn't hear that."
Noona muttered something nonsensical, then wrapped those thick arms around me tight and flipped me onto my back.
"Oh yeah, Siwoo-ya. I bought some clothes—wanna try 'em on?"
"Clothes...?"
She let me go and hurriedly reached under the bed. Curious, I watched her rummage until she pulled out a big cardboard box and shoved it at me with one hand.
"Open it."
The packaging tape was intact on the pristine box. I set it on my lap and ripped the tape off with a rrrip.
-Rustle.
"Whoa, this is...!"
"Heh heh..."
A dress shirt, black pants, and a monocle... A butler's outfit?
'Right, in this world, butlers are the sexy job that gets girls hot instead of maids. What the hell's appealing about this...'
The positions where they squirt on your dick, this stuff—women's tastes here were beyond me sometimes.
'And cosplay sex is one thing, but wearing this...'
Even if I'd thrown away my pride lying under Kwon Ye-seul and begged for her love, some scraps of male 'dignity' remained. The reluctance hit hard.
Cosplay sex! I'd have to mutter lines in character sober? Total bullshit.
'And I've never done this with Somi...'
We'd tried everything else, but a sliver of conscience for Somwol still lingered—enough to make sex in this feel wrong.
"Like it?"
Noona grinned at me, oblivious or not to my turmoil.
"Uh, yeah, sure... Pretty clothes."
"Good, put 'em on then."
"Here? Now...?"
"? Duh. Wait, you're not saying you hate putting on something so tacky, right?"
I'd never called it tacky... But noona seemed to be reading my hesitation wrong.
"Hngh... Oh? Playing hard to get, huh? Fine, I've got ideas too."
-Thud!
Noona shoved my shoulders down onto the bed forcefully. Before I could protest in confusion, she was wrestling the suit pants onto me.
"Eek?!"
"Forcing it on and fucking you is the meta, they say. Hehe, I'll make you scream 'Master' from those lips today."
Objectively, dressing was harder than undressing. But the strength of a woman who claimed 500kg on the big three? No way I could fight it.
"Ugh..."
Just like that, with zero resistance, she dressed me up in the butler getup, pinning me helpless.
"Uhehe, so fucking hot... Y'know, I'd only fantasized about a butler getting ruthlessly railed by his master. Didn't think it'd happen today!"
"Ngh..."
Noona shuddered like she couldn't hold back, yelling out.
-Drip drip!
Every time she shifted, pussy juice dripped from her slit, soaking the floor, climbing onto the bed, and finally staining the bulge in my crotch.
"N-Noona, this is kinda..."
"Oi! It's Master, you lowly mutt!"
"N-No, Master? What kinda bullshit title is that in the 21st century..."
Noona was deep in character, forcing the weird name on me. I shot back in disbelief, but it bounced right off—my lower half was already getting stripped.
"Butler, your job today is to make my heir. How's it feel? Humiliating?"
"No, that title's just weird..."
-Sluuuurp!
Whether she heard or not, noona engulfed my cock inside her. The overflowing juices soaked it instantly, delivering that dizzying pleasure as always.
"Guh...!"
"Heh heh, hngh... Ahh, haa..."
Her somewhat sadistic expression atop me melted into bliss the moment she took me in.
"Haaa..."
My brain burned—overwhelming, vertigo-inducing ecstasy. Like a million ants crawling, tickling sensations spread through my whole body.
"Haa, M-Masterrr..."
Unable to hold back the pleasure, the softest voice imaginable slipped from my lips—the word I'd sworn never to say.
"Heh heh, haven't even moved yet and you're mewling like that? What a pussy-diet cock."
"Dunnooo... More sex, please, I'll call you Master, just fuck me quick..."
Damn it all... How'd I end up this pathetic? No pride left?
But if I didn't beg, she'd withhold this bliss—an anxiety gripped me. No choice.
-Squelch, glurk, glurk!
-Spurt spurt spuuurt!
"Uuuugh...!"
My hips bucked shrimp-like as I came.
"Oh right, don't you have to write that resignation letter today? You've got no classes."
"Dunnooo... Wanna rest today..."
"Yeah? Got it."
She rocked her hips even harder.