Chapter 8 - Cosplay: "Used It Well. Review Tomorrow. Oh, and Kimchi~" "U-Ugh...?"
"Good use. I'll leave a review tomorrow. Oh, right—kimchi~"
"U-Ugh...?"
Click. Once again, my body gets captured on that damn phone. My dazed, stupid expression digitized for eternity.
"Oh, before you go."
Scrub scrub. Kang Ye-jin wipes the semen leaking from her pussy with my clothes like they're some cheap towel.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...! To suffer this humiliation on what should've been a perfect day—unforgivable. I muster every ounce of strength left and glare at her.
"Still got that rebellious look in your eyes."
"Die... you rapist bitch..."
"You know you're fucking weird? You look more like a guy than anyone, but you act like a total slut."
Probably my past life's influence. Even after living over seventeen years in this body, in this reversed society, I still follow my old world's values. Why? Was my previous life just longer? They say mountains change in a decade, but even after far more time, I haven't budged an inch.
"That's what turns me on about you... And now I'm suddenly curious..."
Kang Ye-jin strides toward me, trembling like a leaf. Her hips swaying lewdly back and forth—way too hot.
"Wondering when you'll finally submit to me, begging for my love. 'Please fuck my dick, please spank my ass,' just groveling like that. Hehe..."
"Fuck off, you whore..."
That day will never come. My mind's still that of a twenties guy with different chastity ideals—and would I ditch my lover for mere pleasure? I'm no trashy brother who'd abandon his childhood friend for a taste of pussy. At this point, calling scum like that a "slut" is too kind. "Cockroach" fits better—scavenging filth.
"See you tomorrow."
With that grin, Kang Ye-jin saunters off. I lie half-naked on the women's restroom floor for a bit before staggering up, opening the door, and heading out.
Creeeak.
The somewhat rickety door swings open, and there—familiar face scanning around frantically.
I wave to show her where I am. She lights up like a puppy spotting its owner and runs over.
"Siwoo-ya! Where the hell did you disappear to without a word?!"
"S-Sorry... Suddenly had to hit the bathroom bad."
The bear-like cute girl clutching a cold hot dog. My Somi.
She sounds pissed, but it's probably 'cause she couldn't feed me warm food.
Squish.
"Whoa! Ketchup's getting on you, Siwoo-ya!"
"Just... just let me stay like this."
I dash straight into her soft chest, burying my face. The firm bra feel, babyish scent—mmph—her groaning, squirming, troubled voice. The mix of sensations makes me feel like I'm in heaven for a moment.
"I love you."
"Outta nowhere...?"
"Sorry, so sorry..."
"Nah, Siwoo-ya. Doesn't seem like something to apologize that much for... But you're cute, so I'll let it slide! Hey, though—your roots are showing white. Gotta dye your hair."
"Y-Yeah..."
Sorry. Truly. Drowning in belated guilt, I end the world's worst date.
Ding dong ding... The school bell signaling end of classes. Our old school's got a bell tower that still chimes on the hour.
My legs hurt.
Is that old hag ever gonna wrap up her lecture? Gotta get home quick and watch that movie.
Thud thud.
Footsteps from the end of the hall. I glance over—a girl a bit taller than me. Not interested unless it's Somi, so I ignore her.
"You're Siwoo, right?"
School hallway. Somi from the other class still in homeroom. While waiting, someone calls my name in a sticky, dripping voice outta nowhere.
Who the hell is this chick?
Dark shaggy hair hanging low—kinda creepy vibe. Not Somi's friend, I think. No clue. Was there even a girl like this in our class?
"Yeah."
"Got something to say. Got time...?"
"Nope."
"Huh?!"
What? Croaking like a dying frog all sudden. Didn't expect rejection, huh?
Face looks fine... but bad vibes.
Instinctual dislike. Know nothing about her, but she's pissed me off since I laid eyes. Like a girl who screams at a harmless bug just 'cause it's there—unpleasant even if she hasn't done shit.
"C'mon, it's urgent!"
"Don't talk to me anymore?"
"U-Ugh... This is seriously..."
Just fuck off already. Why's she still yapping? I make my disgust plain in my tone. Finally getting it? The nerd starts shaking with rage.
"Hey! Y-You!! You can't just brush me off like this! You're the one who'll be in trouble!"
"Haa... Why do chicks always..."
Stick to me like this? Pissing me off to death. I just wanna live sweet with Somi, but these pervy bitches swarm like crazy.
Maybe hit the gym. Yeah, build some muscle and even Kang Ye-jin won't touch me. Sign up tomorrow.
"L-Look at this!"
Still here? Gotta get meaner. Fat-shame her or something, she'll scram. I turn to insult her.
"This pic—you, right?"
"What?"
"Hehe... Finally looking properly?"
"You...!"
Phone screen: me on the toilet, legs splayed, defiled expression.
Kang Ye-jin posted this on Bisi Inside! Face was censored, but did she send the original to fuck me over?! Nah, this girl's too loner for friends.
"You..."
"How'd I get it? Someone posted online yesterday. School uniform, though. Only shota—er, body type like yours here."
"The face, how...?"
"What? You saw the post too? Yeah, originally censored. I photoshopped it. Snapped a few 'personal use' pics of you before."
The face composite was scarily perfect—no one'd doubt it's real. Pro-level quality.
"Listen now?"
"Th-This..."
"Come to my place later. Address here. Got a job for you."
Dizzy, I squeeze my eyes shut. When did shit start spiraling? Crossed the point of no return?
Lost virginity to some rando for dumb reasons, then voluntarily ate pussy to 'protect' things with Somi. Body dirtied, but heart still hers—lame excuse. That's the hypocrisy of conscienceless scum. Don't want that.
But I don't wanna ruin things with Somi either. Selfish? No hypocrisy, but definitely shitty tendencies.
But... but...
After agonizing, I grab my phone and message her.
I hurriedly follow the girl.
"I'm Park Seol-yeon. Oh, know your name already—no need."
"Han Siwoo."
Seol-yeon goes quiet. We've reached her house.
Huge place.
Rich girl? Doesn't look it. Outside doesn't match inside.
Fucking bitch... Go call some simp instead of me.
Wanna punch the back of her head.
"Parents live elsewhere. Have fun all night—no issue."
"Shut up. Don't wanna talk to you."
"Pfft... No need to be so sharp."
Past the gate, huge lawn, then the mansion appears. Thought our house was nice—feels pleb now.
"Come in. Drink?"
"Spit it out quick. Do your thing, I'm out."
"Fine, fine."
White marble floors, fancy furniture, chandelier. Matches the grand exterior.
"Sit on the sofa, wait."
"No."
"Hey! You really..."
Acting pissy ticks her off? Park Seol-yeon purses her lips, faking anger.
"What I need: this!"
She brings black hoodie, ripped-knee jeans. Normal tastes, surprisingly?
"Know cosplay?"
"Dressing as manga characters."
"Yeah! That."
Anime outfit, huh. Tamer than expected.
"Otaku shit creeps me out."
"Huh."
"Making me dress like your fave character? Think I'm a clown?"
"No choice."
She waves the phone, grinning.
"Annoying."
"Hear that a lot."
"Your existence disgusts me. Go die, you freak bitch."
"Oof, harsh."
Super shady tastes. At least no rape like Ye-jin—better, sorta.
"Gimme. Wear it, lemme go."
"Y-Yeah!"
I snatch the clothes, storm into a random room.
Fuck, perfect fit.
Prepared this when? Dress fully, open door.
Park Seol-yeon waits, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Whoa..."
Mouth agape. Can't comprehend this appeal.
"So cute... Mind doing lines too?"
"Lines?"
"Y'know... 'I won't forgive you in the name of justice!' Just that."
Kinda cheesy, but whatever. Could yell it a hundred times.
"I-in the name... of justice... won't forgive..."
"Hnnng..."
"Done?"
"Last bit! Act out the protagonist's personality a tad."
"What?"
"Hurry!"
Already dressed and voiced—what's the shame? Feels gross, but I oblige.
"Sigh... What now."
"The protag's personality..."
Grab!
Park Seol-yeon flips, grabs and hoists me. I thrash, grasping the situation—but size gap's clear. Dragged to the bedroom.
"A shota bitch driven mad by pleasure, submitting to master. Act it good."