With That Face and That Body
The front door opened, revealing what one might generously call a lived-in space—or, less kindly, an untidy living room.
It felt rather like peering into the room of my younger brother who had only just turned eighteen.
Not that it was a garbage dump. She seemed to keep the place reasonably clean in her own way.
She hurriedly scooped up the various clothes scattered across the floor—including her underwear—and tossed them into her room.
"···Um, the only drink I have is soda... Would you like some?"
Having tidied the living room just enough, she asked while carefully watching my reaction.
"···No. I'm fine."
I walked over and sat on the sofa. She, too, glanced at me cautiously before sitting beside me with a careful distance between us.
She fidgeted, clasping both hands tightly and resting them on her thighs.
Even that slight motion made the flesh of her thighs jiggle.
I studied her body and face through narrowed eyes.
Even at a casual glance, this was a level of beauty one might encounter only once in a lifetime—if ever.
It had been worth coming all the way here even while on hiatus.
"Um... so, about that... why did you come here..."
She asked me with a face full of tension.
In that moment the look on her face was so adorable I nearly burst out laughing.
"Hmm, well. Why did I come, I wonder?"
My answer only made her expression grow more unsettled.
I felt a small, sharp pleasure at her flustered state.
"······I-I'm sorry."
"You know you should be sorry?"
"..Yes."
The vvDarkWarriorvv who had so relentlessly followed my streams and sniped me in every game I played—now she was right in the palm of my hand.
And unlike internet games, reality allowed me far freer rein to torment someone.
Without accepting her apology, I continued.
"Ah, first—could you hand over your phone?"
"···What? Why my phone..."
I shot her a slight glare. Thoroughly tense, she soon dropped her questions and, looking frightened, held out her phone to me.
With that, I was halfway there.
I took the phone, quickly powered it off, and slipped it into my handbag.
I looked at Seol Eun.
She carelessly tucked her hair behind her ear while gazing at her own phone.
"What's your name?"
"···Seora. Kim Seora."
"Hmm, I see."
She still didn't spare me so much as a glance as she spoke.
Her voice carried an easy leisure. She looked as comfortable as if this were her own home.
She seemed fully aware of exactly who held the upper hand right now.
I fidgeted restlessly while looking at her face, then hurriedly dropped my gaze to the floor whenever our eyes threatened to meet.
"And your age?"
"T-twenty... I just turned twenty."
"Family?"
"······None."
"···Then how do you make money?"
"..Ssa-.."
I hesitated to answer.
To support myself without ever going outside and only playing games, tournament prize money alone wasn't enough.
So I had been doing what was commonly called Ssal-meok—selling in-game items for real money.
I knew it wasn't something to be proud of, so saying it out loud was embarrassing.
It wasn't a proper job, and recently the public perception of Ssal-meok users who were ruining games had turned sharply worse.
Her eyebrows twitched slightly, then she turned her gaze and looked straight at me.
Her eyes said, Hurry up and answer.
"Through Ssal-meok... and online tournament prize money... I'm covering living expenses that way.."
She paused after hearing my answer, then let out a long sigh.
Turning her gaze back to her phone, she replied in a faintly pitying tone.
"······I see."
Even while we talked, my eyes remained fixed on the floor.
A long silence stretched between us.
I kept turning over the complicated feelings of how things had come to this.
After a brief quiet, Seol Eun put her phone away and looked at me.
I was staring at the ground, but I could tell from my peripheral vision that she had turned her head.
"Seora-ssi."
She called my name in a suddenly serious tone.
I tensed completely.
"Why did you do that to me all this time?"
...Finally, it had come.
"I... um, that is..."
The reason for malicious acts like sniping that harassed others was, of course, impure.
It was simply vicious harassment for my own entertainment—nothing more, nothing less.
She seemed to have already guessed as much. Even so, she was asking the question on purpose, deliberately reminding me of my sins.
I hesitated. The more sincerely I recognized my wrongdoing, the heavier my guilt became.
Shame and guilt over my actions made words hard to form.
And on one side, I was also afraid of how she would react once she heard my answer.
I felt like a death-row inmate about to give a last statement on the guillotine.
As I delayed, she pressed her body against mine.
Seol Eun took my chin between two fingers—not roughly, but not gently either—and forced me to look at her.
"...!"
"Now, hurry up and answer."
I was startled by her sudden action for only a moment.
Then the pressure of her cold gaze settled over me.
···In the end, I decided to muster the courage and tell the truth.
"···I-it was fun... being able to do whatever I wanted with Seol Eun-nim... I-I'm sorry.."
Seol Eun's brow twitched slightly at the answer.
"Is that so~ It was fun for you. I didn't find it fun at all."
At her reaction I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.
Her voice was soft and gentle, but I knew it was an answer she had swallowed her anger to give.
I still couldn't meet her eyes. My heart was pounding madly, and my whole body seemed to grow cold.
Seol Eun kept hold of my chin and brought her face even closer.
Then she brought her mouth to my ear.
The too-close distance made my tension climb higher still.
She continued speaking into my ear.
"Then... how do you plan to pay the price now?"
At her breath and whisper against my ear, my head flinched reflexively.
But I couldn't escape. She strengthened the hand holding my chin, keeping me looking at her.
I let out a trembling breath. Seol Eun seemed to feel it as well and let out a small snort of laughter.
"I-I'm sorry.. Really.."
"No, not just with words. I know you're sorry now."
"······Ah.. th-then.."
Cornered, I looked at her with trembling eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, as if watching to see how I would respond.
"Th-through financial compensation-..."
"How?"
She cut me off.
"······Th-that is.."
"Counting up all the damage you've caused me one by one is a chore, and how long would it take to figure out exactly how much financial harm you left? And even if we settled every last bit, do you have the ability to pay it back?"
Her voice drove into me like a sharp, relentless blizzard.
"Th-that···."
As she pressed me, my already cornered mind began to shake.
I had spent far too much emotional energy on yesterday's events, and now with this pressure on top of it... I didn't know what to do.
I had apologized, but she wouldn't accept it.
I couldn't think of another way to pay the price either.
She was still angry, scolding me and demanding I make amends.
My chest grew tight, and I could feel tears welling up.
I tried hard to hold them back by swallowing hard, but it did nothing except make my throat hurt.
In the end I couldn't hold them, and tears began to spill little by little.
"···Hic, I-I'm sorry.. I was wrong.."
Her eyes, cold as ice, blurred. And then they melted.
···It was tears flowing from my eyes.
The tears ran down my cheeks toward my chin.
No—they tried to reach my chin.
Seol Eun's hand wiped them away.
"Oh my, I didn't mean to make you cry. Wanting to comfort you like this."
Seol Eun cupped my face with one hand and wiped the tears running down my cheek with her thumb. With her other hand she stroked my head.
"There, stop crying. I'm sorry."
Her haughty voice, without a single waver, reached me.
But the crying wouldn't stop. My choked-up throat showed no sign of clearing.
It seemed it would only calm after I had poured out every last bit of the sorrow built up until now.
As I kept crying, Seol Eun pulled me in as if embracing me completely.
Held in Seol Eun's arms, I looked up at her. I saw her smile.
"Well.. if you're that sorry, I can tell you a way to earn my forgiveness myself. Shall I tell you?"
At her words I slowly nodded.
Seol Eun made an "mmm.." sound as she looked down at me for a moment.
Well, she's an adult, so it shouldn't be a big problem—.
After muttering something in a voice I couldn't hear, Seol Eun spoke to me.
"First, would you get down under the sofa?"
She made an order I couldn't understand at all, but since she said I could receive forgiveness, I decided to listen for now.
I went down under the sofa and looked up at her again while waiting for her next words.
"Now, come in front of my legs and do a cat pose."
At her continuing words I paused for a moment. Wondering if I had misheard, I asked her back.
"···What? What do you mean by that now..."
When I asked again, Seol Eun's expression frowned slightly.
And she snapped at me.
"Hmph, you don't want to be forgiven?"
"Th-that's not-.."
"Then would you hurry and follow what I say?"
Her patience seemed to have run out. Seol Eun looked at me and tapped her thigh with her fingertip.
Having no choice, I knelt in front of her legs under the sofa.
Her two legs, clad in black stockings, were right at my eye level.
I tried hard to ignore the underwear visible between her short skirt and looked at her legs instead.
The elegant curves of her calves continuing from her feet and the lines of her thighs flaunted sensual charm to the fullest.
Even wearing stockings, the volume visible through them and the harmonious proportions of her entire legs made my face itch just from looking.
They were truly the ideal form of legs that came to mind when one thought of a mature, glamorous figure.
Momentarily captivated by those legs, I forgot what situation I was in and stared blankly at them.
Then, when she lifted her leg and brought her foot right in front of my face, I came back to my senses.
···For some reason, I felt I could already guess the next line that would come out.
"Lick it."
She said it to me without batting an eye.
"······."
I hesitated for a moment.
Did I really have to go this far just to get forgiveness?
······.
···Yeah. If I just closed my eyes once, I could resolve this without any more hassle.
···If I could resolve what I had done... with just this once..
After pondering for a long time, I leaned my trembling body forward and pressed my lips to her extended foot.
She wiggled her foot slightly, as if telling me to lick properly already.
···I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and took her toes into my mouth.
The strange texture of the stockings covered my tongue. It was a sensation I had never experienced in my life, but I soon adapted and began licking her foot.
Clumsily but diligently, I rolled my tongue, trying to lick her foot in a way that would satisfy her as much as possible.
For several minutes, only the blatant sounds of licking echoed through the room.
···After some time like that had passed.
"···Stop for a moment. Why are you so bad at licking? At this rate it seems no different from just getting spit on it."
While I was overcoming the shame and licking her foot, the foot left my mouth and her voice reached me.
"Are you deliberately not doing it properly?"
"Th-that is······."
...My sex life had been stuck at masturbation for a long time. Licking and sucking someone else's body with my mouth was a first.
Of course I would be clumsy.
"I··· actually.. this is my firs-"
"Don't tell me you're trying to say it's your first time—with that face and that body?"
"······."
"······."
A brief silence fell.
"···Really?"
"······."
I still couldn't say anything.
"···Huh."
A sigh of pure disbelief left her mouth.
"I'm sorry. It seems it wasn't the time to make you lick feet."
She stood up from the sofa.
"···What?"
"You said it was fun being able to do whatever you wanted with me, right? I want to do whatever I want with you the same way. And I was going to go all the way anyway. It's just that the order got moved up."
"..!"
She pushed me—who had been crouching awkwardly on my knees—down onto the floor. It was instantaneous.
Then she pinned my wrists tightly with both arms so I couldn't resist.
This was exactly my limit.
I put all my strength into my legs and arms, trying to push her off.
But my arms were restrained by her strength, and my legs couldn't move because she was sitting on them.
Feeling the crisis, I shouted at her.
"···! I-I'll call the police..!"
Even though I threatened to call the police, of course.
"Go ahead and call. If you can."
···It was useless.