I Hate It, Part 3
The moment Dayoung’s fingers began to slowly scrape every single fold inside my inner walls, an unbearable wave of pleasure surged through me.
I hated it.
I truly, desperately hated it.
But my body refused to obey my will.
My face burned hot, my tongue lolled out like a dog’s as I panted shamelessly. My hands clutched the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turned white and the veins stood out sharply.
“I’ve got three fingers in you already.”
Dayoung let out a low, lust-drenched laugh, her face twisted with obscene delight.
“There’s still so much room left, like a worn-out whore’s cunt. Come on, Sujung, squeeze that pussy for me.”
Those words clung to my ears like filth.
Disgusting.
I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn’t even move one arm properly. All I could do was twist and writhe in time with her cruel thrusts.
Even that was nothing more than the pathetic fluttering of a tiny bird’s wings.
“Liar. The truth is your cunt meat is so tight and greedy it won’t let my hand go.”
“Ugh…! Hngh, haaang!”
I wanted to scream that it wasn’t true.
I wanted to deny every vulgar word that turned my body into something cheap and dirty.
But just as she said, my flushed, swollen folds clung to her fingers as if they never wanted to let go, repeatedly tightening and relaxing in shameful rhythm.
The tiny urethral opening beneath my clit shamelessly kept spurting clear fluid—spurt, spurt—soaking Dayoung’s hand completely.
A strange, fishy scent filled the entire room.
When Dayoung suddenly shoved her fingers all the way to my deepest spot, the pressure against my lower belly forced a reflexive clench.
Every time she struck my inner walls, a suppressed moan tore from my throat in broken gasps.
So fucking tight. Tastes so goddamn good. I could hear her muttering along with the wet, obscene slapping sounds. The noises were so vivid I wished I could just go deaf.
“You’re gushing so much. Are you actually getting off on being forced?”
I tried to endure it.
No, I told myself to just ignore her.
But the instant Soyeon’s name left Dayoung’s lips, my mind went completely blank.
“Soyeon really trained this pussy well, didn’t she?”
My voice cracked and broke, choked by sobs.
Dayoung didn’t even pretend to listen. Instead, she leaned in close, deliberately showing me that face identical to Soyeon’s, as if to taunt me with my own reaction.
“This face really does it for you, huh? Just looking at it makes you squirt like a broken faucet.”
Her fingers pried apart the tight gap between my inner walls, forcing thick gushes of arousal to spill out. The wet, sticky sounds of her palm slapping against me grew louder, hotter.
Dayoung narrowed her eyes and plunged even deeper, so deep I feared she might tear me apart. Yet my soaking, dripping hole only sucked greedily at her fingers with wet, obscene noises.
Every time her hand scraped and stroked my inner walls, stars exploded across my vision before vanishing.
I tried to catch my breath, but it caught in my throat with a strangled gasp. My toes curled tightly, my thighs trembling violently as if seized by spasms.
“Look at you. Saying you hate it while your cunt’s spraying like a broken hose, you filthy cum rag.”
“Hyaang! Ahh… t-there… no… hngh!”
“What? Here? You want me to fuck you right here? Answer me properly.”
“Huu…! Haaang!”
There was no way I could answer.
My cervix stretched wide around her fingers, then clenched desperately tight again.
She played with my pussy like it was nothing more than a toy.
Spreading me open in a V-shape while her fingers were still inside, then thrusting again—it felt like my womb itself was being ruined. All I could do was throw my head back and let out broken, animalistic cries.
But it was strange.
My mind rejected her completely, yet my body responded to her touch with violent, shameful eagerness.
The humiliation of that truth burned so fiercely I squeezed my eyes shut.
I prayed that the face filling my vision wasn’t real.
It’s only because the face is the same.
It’s because of the face.
I clung to that thought like a lifeline.
Dayoung circled my clit with her finger, rolling it gently, then pinched and twisted the swollen, exposed pearl after its hood had been pulled back.
It was no ordinary stimulation.
My toes curled, my pelvis felt like it was melting, and the pleasure was so intense it felt like my heart might burst. Sweat drenched my entire body.
Dayoung’s long, pale fingers drove deep and struck the most sensitive spot inside my walls.
For a moment, everything went blinding white. It felt like the power had been cut. I bit down hard on my lip as my thighs convulsed violently. In time with her movements, I gushed helplessly, soaking everything beneath me.
The way I kept squirting every time she thrust into me made me feel like nothing more than a beast steeped in pleasure.
I had no idea how many times I had already come.
My eyes had gone glassy and unfocused, my vision blurred.
“Your face is a complete mess. You’re not a magical girl—you’re a magical cum dumpster.”
I must have looked pathetic, covered in tears and sweat.
Why couldn’t she just put it in and finish already? Instead, she kept spitting out words that tore through my soul.
She spread my folds wide with both hands, stroking my labia, then plunged her fingers back in to the hilt.
The sudden, explosive stimulation sent electric pleasure racing through every nerve in my body.
My breath caught in my throat as a powerful jet of fluid shot from my tiny hole, streaming down between the cleft of my ass.
“It’s a goddamn flood.”
She was saying it on purpose so I would hear.
Even though I knew that, all I could do was weakly shake my head from side to side.
I wanted to say it wasn’t true, but my lips only trembled. My face stayed burning hot, and the tears wouldn’t stop falling.
Being pinned down by her legs, helplessly gushing like this—it was so miserable, so utterly pathetic. I wanted to turn back time. Or fast-forward it. Anything but this.
“Hic… ugh… nghh…”
I bit my lip hard to hold back the sobs, but the sounds still leaked out. The harder I tried to suppress them, the more they turned into low, beastly groans.
All I could do was curl my toes, twist my spine in overwhelming pleasure, and keep leaking arousal endlessly.
Only after tormenting me for what felt like forever did Dayoung finally pull her hand out.
She stared at me for a moment, then casually wiped her hand on the blanket with an indifferent expression.
That single action ripped my heart to shreds.
After reducing a person to this broken state, she treated me like nothing more than an object she had finished using.
Dayoung dispelled her magic and looked down at me with cold, dry eyes.
“Drooling from your mouth and gushing from your cunt. What a crybaby, Sujung.”
After mocking me one last time, she walked into the bathroom.
I heard the sound of running water.
I pulled the blanket up to cover my body. I didn’t want to look at the side where she had been, so I turned my head the other way.
Sweat-soaked hair stuck to my face. My entire body was drenched.
As the heat slowly left me, I began to shiver violently.
I felt like a whore who had been thrown away after use.
No—I hadn’t even been treated like a person.
I wished it was all a dream.
That Soyeon unnie had died.
That Kim Dayoung had done those things to me.
All of it.
I cried silently into the blanket until Dayoung finally left the house.
Just in case she came back and heard me sobbing, I pulled the blanket all the way up to my mouth and closed my eyes tightly.
After that day, fortunately, I didn’t run into Kim Dayoung.
More precisely, there was almost no chance we would meet. She worked upstairs, while I was just an employee on the lower floors.
Even so, every time I was in the office, tension choked the breath from my lungs.
What if we ran into each other?
What if she suddenly called my name?
What if she walked right past me?
Just thinking about it made my hands go cold. If someone called “Sujung” from behind me, my heart would drop like a stone.
Before I could even turn around, I would pretend I hadn’t heard and hurry away with quick steps.
Eventually, people around me started looking at me strangely.
“Miss Sujung, are you feeling sick? You look really pale.”
“Miss Sujung. I called you several times.”
“I’m sorry…”
It was a phrase I said constantly.
Every time I said I was fine, it was a lie.
I was not fine at all.
I still hadn’t taken a single step away from Soyeon’s death.
When I closed my eyes, I saw unnie.
When I was in a quiet place, I heard her voice.
And on top of that fragile state, I had been violated by Dayoung.
There was no way I could be normal.
Even while looking at documents, the letters would blur. While writing reports, I would repeat the same sentence three times.
When my pager went off, I reacted too slowly.
It was the same in the field.
Citizens were screaming and running away, but I just stood there in a daze. I knew I was supposed to help them evacuate first, but my body wouldn’t move.
Even as a monster approached, I remained frozen in place for a long time. I wanted to die.
More accurately, I didn’t so much want to die as I wanted to disappear from this world like a speck of dust.
I hoped that hideous monster would tear my body apart, swallow my entire existence, and send me to wherever Soyeon unnie was. That thought came to me so naturally it frightened me.
That illusion didn’t last long. My assumption that we would never meet again had been a mistake. She was an upper-tier magical girl who appeared everywhere.
“You’re in the way. Stop standing there like an idiot and move.”
I turned toward the voice. There stood Dayoung, her purple hair whipping in the wind, wearing her black magical girl uniform with an expressionless face.
“You’re an obstruction.”
That single sentence snapped me back to reality.
The desire to die vanished. Instead, her gaze froze my entire body. My hands went ice-cold, and cold sweat ran down my spine.
Dayoung didn’t even look at me for long. She spoke as if I truly were nothing but an annoyance, then turned and flew away.
Watching her magical cape flutter behind her, I bit my lip hard.
Dayoung. She was strong.
That was undeniable. Separate from her filthy mouth, her violent personality, and the way she treated people like objects, on the battlefield Dayoung moved faster than anyone.
She charged into the most dangerous areas first, made quick and accurate decisions, and showed no hesitation when dealing with monsters.
I had heard rumors.
That Kim Dayoung simply loved to play around, ignored her superiors, and did whatever she wanted.
After taking the director’s seat, she had rarely shown her face, but now it seemed she wanted to make her presence known. She began appearing everywhere.
She was diligent.
As much as I hated to admit it, that was the truth.
Even so, it didn’t make her look cool or change how I saw her. To me, Kim Dayoung was still nothing more than the person who had humiliated me in the worst possible way.
The person who had inserted Soyeon unnie’s name between filthy, vulgar words.
The person who had thrown me aside on a soaked blanket and looked down at me like a used object.
No matter how many people she saved in the field or how efficiently she worked, in my heart Kim Dayoung was nothing but a terrible person.
Nothing more, nothing less.
After that, even working and waking up became difficult. The mere fact that a new day had begun felt like an unbearable burden.
I wanted to sink into deep water like a drowning person, unable to hear anything, unable to feel anything, and just sleep forever.
They say people always carry a resignation letter in their hearts.
But I couldn’t even do that freely.
I should just quit…
That thought consumed me all day long.
I wanted to go somewhere else. Any other region. Anywhere far away.
Even if finding a new job was hard, I had saved up a little money.
I wouldn’t starve to death right away. Somehow, I would manage.
With those thoughts in mind, I left work.
When I got home, I didn’t even wash. I just sat down on the edge of the bed. I didn’t look at my phone. I didn’t turn on the TV. I simply stared blankly at the wallpaper.
That was when it happened.
Bang bang! Someone began pounding on the front door as if they were trying to break it down.
My shoulders jumped in shock.
Bang bang bang!
“…Who is it?”
“Open the door.”
It was a languid yet low woman’s voice.
I walked cautiously toward the entrance. Sweat broke out on the hand gripping the doorknob.
The moment I opened the door just a crack, someone outside yanked it wide open.
“Eek!?”
My body was jerked forward. Thankfully I didn’t fall, but my foot caught on the threshold and I stumbled.
Outside the door stood several girls who appeared to be magical girls, lounging in delinquent postures. Their disheveled appearances made me frown instinctively.
One of them took a deep drag from her cigarette, hollowing her cheeks, then blew a perfect smoke ring directly into my face.
“Cough, ugh!” The rotten smell made me wave my hand frantically to disperse the smoke.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?!”
I glared at them one by one with angry eyes.
Scars covered the backs of their hands, and dark tattoos inked their necks and arms.
Old wounds were visible on every patch of skin revealed by their sloppy clothing.
“Took you fucking long enough to open the door.”