Discipline Begins (5)
I glared at Park Min-jeong and subtly pulled my smartphone from my pocket. Taking advantage of the moment when her eyes were fixed on the floor, I turned on the screen.
Target: Park Min-jeong
Status: Unstable / Withdrawal Symptoms Worsening
Corruption Desire: Jeong Ji-un (Dependency: Medium)
"Hah."
The dependency had gone up. It had definitely been 'low' at first, but in just a few days, it had jumped to 'medium'.
That's why she's acting out like this, huh. For real.
I fiddled with more buttons. Fortunately, a new one had activated below.
The exact same button I'd seen with Han Seo-yul noona.
Behavior Therapy
Treatment works. This means there's a way to quell this crazy bitch's hysteria.
But the problem is the 'method'.
Han Seo-yul noona had a sex addiction, so we fixed it with sex.
Straightforward. Like eating when you're hungry or sleeping when you're tired. Since the desire was for an 'act', just doing the act was enough.
But this?
Desire Target: Jeong Ji-un
The target is me. Not an act, but the person themselves.
So what the hell am I supposed to do?
I could find out right away by pressing the button, but let's hold off for now.
If it's a structure where she gets dopamine through me... pressing the button might turn it into an anger management disorder.
For now, to pressure her more, I lowered my voice.
"Hey. Come in."
"What...?"
She flinched and looked up.
"I said come in. To my place."
"A-are you insane? Why would I go in there...?"
"Don't make a scene for the whole neighborhood to hear. Let's settle this inside. I have my grievances to air too."
"N-no. I'm not going. Get out of my way...!"
She backed away. But her movements were so sluggish. Like she was advertising, 'Grab me please.'
I blocked her path.
"You're not going."
"I said move...!"
She reached out to push my chest, but instead, I snatched her wrist.
Slap!
"Ack!"
"You wanna bring out the neighbor lady again? Quietly come along."
"Let go. Let go, please... Kyaa!"
I ignored her resistance and dragged her inside the front door.
Magical girl? Right now, in my grip, she was just a powerless woman.
Scraaaape—
The sound of her high heels scraping the hallway floor echoed.
"No! I'm not coming in! I'm not going into a creep like you's room— Kyaa!"
"You talk big."
I shoved her into the entryway like I was throwing her.
Thud!
"Ughhh...."
She sprawled in front of the shoe rack. I quickly shut the door and locked the deadbolt.
Click, beep-beep—
Cut off from the outside. In the narrow entryway, just the two of us.
The sensor light flickered off, then popped back on at her movement.
"Haa... haa... You're really gonna get sued... for false imprisonment...."
"Ha, then should we go to your place? We can have a cozy chat there."
"......"
She grabbed the edge of the shoe rack and pulled herself up. Her eyes were brimming with tears. A terrified expression.
But.
Sniff, sniff.
Her nostrils twitched faintly.
"Ugh, the smell...."
"You not coming in?"
As I kept glaring at Park Min-jeong, she bit her lip hard, then slowly slipped off her high heels.
Barefoot. No, her feet wrapped in thin coffee-colored stockings touched the entryway tiles.
I shoved her hesitating back.
"Ack, d-don't push...!"
She stumbled into the room. My cramped studio apartment. Scattered clothes, half-eaten cup ramen containers rolling around—a thoroughly realistic bachelor's space.
She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.
"Sit."
I pointed at the floor with my finger.
"W-where...?"
"On the floor. You think I'm gonna give you a chair?"
"......"
With a whimpering expression, she looked around, then finally knelt down. A demure posture. But her shoulders were hunched up tight.
I crossed my arms and looked down at Park Min-jeong. Definitely, the superiority from this top-down view.
But more than that, it was relief. The fact that she was obeying my words proved that I held the initiative right now.
"Hey."
"......"
"Answer me."
"...Y-yeah."
"Listen to that voice. It's all meek? Where'd all that hallway bellowing guts go?"
I sneered on purpose.
"You're a civil servant, right? A magical girl, right? But acting like some stalker, trespassing, yelling your head off. Quite the repertoire."
"That's... because you started it first...."
"What'd I do? Did I call you over? Who came crawling on their own two feet and flipped out?"
I took another step closer. Her knees were almost brushing my toes.
Only then did Park Min-jeong bow her head deeply.
"S-sorry...."
"Can't hear you."
"I'm sorry... Isn't that enough now... Let me go...."
At that sight, a prick of guilt stabbed my heart for a moment.
Did I go too far?
Honestly, this was a disaster I created.
If I hadn't messed with the button out of curiosity, this woman wouldn't have broken down like this. I was the one who turned a perfectly fine civil servant miss into a stalker nuisance neighbor.
But.
If I let her off here?
Her corruption desire won't vanish. Once the cooldown's up, the symptoms will flare again. She'll kick the door, lurk in front of my place, get chewed out by the neighbors.
That'd be bad for her too.
Yeah, better to end it now.
You lance a wound when it's festering. Bandaging it half-assed just lets the rot spread.
I gripped my smartphone tight in my pocket. My thumb fumbled over the button on the screen.
Behavior Therapy
[Execute]
Let's just hurt a little for a bit, both of us.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed down hard on the button.
Bzzzzt—
A short vibration buzzed in my palm. The signal was sent.
Now, the fit would begin.
I backed away tensely. Would it be a subtle reaction like with Han Seo-yul noona, or would she suddenly scream and lunge at me? No way to know.
"Ugh...!"
The reaction was immediate. Park Min-jeong's body jerked up like she'd been shocked.
I involuntarily stepped closer out of worry. Isn't this too strong? What if she goes into shock?
"Hey, snap out of it."
The moment I reached out to grab her shoulder.
Smack! She slapped my hand away roughly.
"......?"
This wasn't like her earlier feeble resistance. My palm stung from the sharp blow.
"Don't touch me."
"Huh?"
I froze in surprise.
Her eyes had changed. The terrified puppy-dog look from moments ago was gone. In its place burned a strange heat.
Her eyes were bloodshot, pupils dilated, but her gaze pierced straight through me.
Or more precisely...
Contempt?
The corner of her mouth twisted up in a sneer.
"Hah."
A short scoff burst from her lips.
"What are you?"
"What?"
"Scared? Chicken?"
She staggered to her feet. The woman who'd been kneeling and begging was gone; now a cocky one stood, looking down at me.
"Suddenly flipping out again. Sit down."
"Don't wanna? Why should I?"
She crossed her legs, arms folded. The way she swept back her disheveled hair was oddly provocative.
"You know, I've been watching, and you're not even funny."
"What'd you say?"
"Acting all tough by yourself. But now that I'm in your room, you don't know what to do?"
She took a step toward me. A wave of thick sweat mingled with her peculiar magical girl scent hit me.
"Why'd you reach out and stop? Scaredy-cat bitch."
"Hey, you done talking?"
"Nah, not yet?"
She tilted her chin up.
"I can spot guys like you a mile away. Basement Yeopo. Keyboard warrior. Can't even look a girl in the eye in real life but acts tough online. Total losers."
"......"
"Saw your hand shaking when you pushed me in the hall. Scared, right? Freaked you'd get the cops called?"
The condition's gotten worse... No, this is within expected range.
It's the same as before. Nothing changed. Just keep doing what I was.
"Why so quiet? Hit a nerve?"
She poked my chest with her index finger. Poke, poke.
"Pathetic."
"...What?"
"Pathetic. You."
She cackled.
"Dragging a girl into your room and you don't even know what to do with her, you retard."
"Hey."
"What? Pride bruised and pissed?"
Her eyes gleamed.
"Then prove it."
"......"
"Don't just yap. Show if you're a real man or just a loser with a dick."
She flicked my belt buckle with her finger.
Tick.
"Can't, huh? Scared? Afraid mommy'll find out?"
She brought her lips to my ear. Hot breath tickled my earlobe.
"You... impotent fuck."
"Hah."
I let out a hollow laugh.
"This is fun."
"What's fun? Funny? This situation...?"
I grabbed her throat with one hand.
"Gack?!"
Her eyes went wide. I shoved her back.
Bam! Park Min-jeong's back hit the door. The impact slammed it shut and locked.
"Ack...!"
"Prove it?"
I yanked her face toward mine. Nose-to-nose.
"Don't regret it. You asked for this."
Her pupils shook. Fear?
No.
Her cheeks were flushing red. Lips quivering.
Even so, with her throat in my grip, she squeezed out,
"Do it... you retard...."
Is this what she wanted? Not sure yet. Self-destructive provocation from the corruption desire, or real defiance from looking down on me.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
The only thought left in my head was one: to thoroughly ravage these insolent trembling lips in front of me, and the body hidden beneath.
"Fine. If that's what you want."
Instead of words, I showed her with action.
The hand gripping her collar tightened, roughly yanking the blouse lapels apart.
Pop, pop, clack.
"Kyaa?!"
With a crisp ripping sound, white buttons flew everywhere.
"Y-you're crazy?! This was expensive...!"
"You got money. Civil servant, right? Buy a new one."
I ignored her scream and flung the torn fabric aside.
Beneath the prim suit blouse, her hidden flesh was exposed starkly.
A simple black lace bra. And above it, white tits swollen to bursting. Whether from arousal or shame, her chest was flushed bright red.
"Y-you really...."
She hurriedly tried to cover her chest with both arms. But my hand was faster.
Smack!
"Don't cover up."
"Let go! I said let go!"
"You told me to do it. Called me a retard. Why play coy now?"
I bound both her wrists with one hand and hoisted them overhead. Thanks to my enhanced physique, no matter how she thrashed, she couldn't break my grip.
"Ack...!"
Her body arched like a bow. Upper body defenselessly exposed. I buried my face in her cleavage and inhaled deeply.
"Hnnngh?!" Huuuuh. "Smells good."
"Dirty... get away... you stink...."
"Stink? Your body's reeking of heat."
I snickered in her ear. No lie. Amid her skin scent rose a thick, sickly sweet, sticky pheromone aroma. Sharper and more irritable than Han Seo-yul noona's.
This is why I love magical girls.
"No... it's not... ugh!"
I crushed her resisting lips.
"Mmph?! Mmmph...!"
Soft, hot texture. She tried to clamp her mouth shut in surprise, but as I shoved my tongue in, it yielded helplessly.
Slurp, smack... chuup.
"Mmm... mmmph...!"
Rough. Not a sweet kiss, but a beastly ravaging of saliva and tangling tongues. She lunged to bite my tongue, but soon melted into my lead, leaking moans.
"Haa... chuu... mmm...."
The strength in her bound wrists faded. Her legs trembled.
Without breaking the kiss, I scooped her up.
"Mmph?!"
Her eyes widened round. I strode into the room and tossed her onto the cramped studio bed.
"Ahh...."
She bounced on the mattress. Disheveled hair, torn blouse revealing underwear, skirt hiked up. Total mess.
But that look was insanely hot.
"You really...."
She propped up her upper body, glaring at me. Tears welled in her eyes, but the venom hadn't faded.
"You'll regret it. I'll really kill you."
"Do it then."