14. Now I Have No Regrets Even If I Die. Arrogant Little Shit
"Mmm..."
Bright sunlight filters through my eyelids. I force my heavy eyes open. The window is filled with fluffy clouds like a flock of sheep. The sun hangs high in the midday sky between them.
But what's this small, soft thing nestled in my arms?
"What the hell is this? Tyranno?"
Tyranno, whom I'd fucked like a dog last night, is sleeping curled up in my embrace. His tiny frame fits perfectly into me. Damn, this little cutie. Look at those neatly folded hands and his soft breathing.
"If he just kept his mouth shut, he'd be so adorable. Check out these cheeks."
"Nngh..."
I poke his soft cheek. The springy flesh bounces my finger away. Maybe I disturbed his sleep—he whimpers softly. Look at this skin. And the complexion. Flawless and smooth, like he's never seen sunlight. So pure and cute. Is he even the same species as other people?
Of course, Tyranno's cute even when he opens his mouth, but that's a different kind of cute.
"The arrogant little shit Tyranno gets me horny more than cute."
The kind that makes me want to smack him quiet and punish that hole. Saying it like that makes me sound like some pervert who loves hitting people, but I'm not. Beating up villains is just part of the job—deep down, I'm a pacifist.
Squeezing Tyranno last night was unavoidable. Honestly, when a guy you've liked since first sight provokes you that hard in bed, you have to respond, right? Everyone would agree. Hell, not fucking him would be shirking a woman's duty.
When raw lust charges like that, you fill the hole.
"Sigh. Guess I should wash up first. Gotta close shop today."
As I shift, something heavy presses between my legs. A thick slab of meat buried deep in my folds. Right—after fucking Tyranno last night, I'd left his cock inside to savor the afterglow and passed out like that.
"Nngh."
I ease Tyranno out of my arms, and the thick heft slips from between my thighs, leaving an empty ache. At the same time, the room fills with the musky scent of cock juices and pussy nectar marinated overnight.
"Huuuuh..."
Shit, I'm getting horny again. But I hold back. Last night, I'd milked that cow—no, cock-cow—over and over. It's red and swollen, dangling limply. Even soft, it's huge enough to rival another guy's full erection.
"How'd you hide this monster? Couldn't tell through your clothes."
I tap it with my finger, and Tyranno lets out a small groan.
"Urgh..."
The cock twitches weakly before sagging again. They say guys get morning wood, but after that much draining, even stimulation won't make it rise easy.
Stewed all night in my pussy's tight embrace, the little guy is coated in white foam from saliva and cum, glistening like ice cream.
"But if this thing's been in my guts all day... what if I can't close up?"
What if my pussy won't tighten anymore? After swallowing Tyranno's cock nonstop, my entrance gapes slightly. I flex, and it cinches back—followed by a thick dollop of cream oozing out.
"Good thing I stay in shape."
Any normal woman taking a beast like Tyranno's probably wouldn't recover for life. Since I took his first time, and can't just let that monster roam free, I'll take him home and live happily ever after.
I shake off the nonsense and sit on the bed's edge. Not fully awake—I'm rambling.
"Haa..."
I open the window to vent the sticky air, filling my lungs with fresh breeze to clear my head. Only then does my brain kick into gear.
"Put nicely, this was rape."
Whether Tyranno's a minor or not isn't the issue. Non-consensual sex is the problem. The age thing is secondary—like eating pineapple pizza plain or drowning it in sweet-and-sour sauce. Either way, you're fucked.
"This is bad. What do I do?"
Until now, I'd rationalized it because he was a minor. But that line crumbled, self-control vanished. Then he provoked me right in front, and reason went out the window.
Ah, quit smoking, but I crave one now. Cigarettes are bad for body and wallet, but one merit: when shit hits, you grab a pack, lighter, hit the roof, and buy time to think.
"No helping it, though."
Tyranno seemed to enjoy it midway. Magical girls bully Darkness villains all the time—what's the big deal? I could hush it via connections. Hell, the new Arrogant Little Shit Special Law says if he gets you horny in bed, it's consent. Some chaebol heiress married thanks to it—good lawyers make it vanish.
Lame excuses bubble up, but I sweep back my hair and dismiss them.
"I, Chae Sua, will take responsibility for my actions, no matter what."
Let's get married. I can handle two people. Got savings from magical girl gigs, connections in Korea and the US. Worst case, this body can load cargo or whatever—plenty to feed us forever.
"Yeah, that's it. Marriage. I'll propose first. Honeymoon in Hawaii. We'll have a son and daughter, raise 'em right. Names? Girl: Chae Suyeon. Boy: Chae Yeon? Nah, Chae Yeonhui. Perfect."
Wait a bit longer, Mom and Dad. Grandkids incoming.
I map out the Chae family tree to the 27th generation in my head.
Click!Click?
What was that? Tracing the sound, Tyranno—under the thick motel blanket—grins wickedly, phone in hand.
"Heh♥ Loser mommy fantasizing grandkids already♥ Totally creepy♥ Die, pervert♥"
Tyranno, when did you wake up?
"First thing you do is that? Gonna piss off Pussy again?"
"Eek! Pussy scary... don't wanna..."
Tyranno dives under the blanket, terrified. Makes sense—his first time was rough, milked by no ordinary woman, but my pussy. Trauma city.
But he peeks out again, face brimming with smug confidence. The phone in his hand must be why.
"Hehe♥ Hey, loser♥ Quit the scary talk and look at this pic first♥ Your life's over the second I took it♥"
He thrusts the screen at me proudly.
On it... not me, but Tyranno. He smirks like a pint-sized villain plotting evil. But last night's sticky sex marks his face more arrogant little shit than imp.
Dried drool crusts his lips, stray golden pubes curl untouched. Blurry focus, weird angle—but that raw sloppiness makes it hotter, more real. I could probably jerk to this alone. Imagining why those hairs are there, why this kid's sprawled naked in a motel bed...
"See this♥ Huh? See it♥"
Tyranno shakes the phone teasingly.
"Wonder what happens if I post online♥ What'll happen♥ You'll be so embarrassed♥"
Embarrassed? Nah, I'd be jerkbait for the masses.
"A lame nude like this online♥ You'll never erase it—everyone sees forever♥"
I'm so flustered, words fail.
"So♥ If you don't want your lame nude all over the net, give back my whip quick♥"
My nude? My pic? I stare holes through it—no body, no tits, just Tyranno's face, a natural at perky nipples.
"Kukuku, loser's focused face is hilarious♥ Stare all you want, it's still your nude♥"
Ah, I get it. He meant to snap my nude for whip leverage, but goofed—selfie mode instead of camera.
"This is you, not me."
"Loser, what're you—... Huh?"
Tyranno finally checks; his face pales. Wait, that's my phone.
"When'd you snag this?"
"Ahh!"
I snatch it back fast. Nice—perfect side dish for my tastes.
"Give it back, loser! I need to take the pic!"
Tyranno lunges, flailing short arms for the phone. Blocking and teasing him is fun.
"And if I don't? What then?"
"Gimme! One more try and I'll nail it! Hand it over, loser!"
I flick his forehead instead.
"Ow! Hitting me, you loser? First time with a phone, that's all! Thought I'd figure it out after one shot..."
Rubbing his forehead, he's adorable. His attitude's better than expected—chatty, energetic. Good. Was braced for police.
"Tyranno, about last night..."
I broach it first, steeling myself.
"Huh? Oh, last night?"
He grins evilly.
"Hmmm, what to do♥ Call the cops♥ Loser's life done♥ What to do, hmm♥"
The arrogant little shit taps his chin, beaming.
"Return my whip, and maybe I forgive♥"
Tch, knew it'd come to this. Give it back, he terrorizes everyone again. But refuse, my life's over. The law's on my side, folks'd laugh it off as "arrogant little shit stuff lol," but it's my conscience.
Somehow sweet-talk him... Need a clever angle.
"No use racking that brain, loser♥ Doesn't change you sinning against this perfect body♥ Grovel and apologize already♥"
I tap the phone nervously. Wait—phone? He botched the pic, I've never seen him use one. And he said "first time touching."
Does Tyranno even have a phone? Plausible. No Darkness exec would give him one—what chaos.
No choice, though.
"Hey, Tyranno."
"Hng, trash talks now♥ Why not crawl into the loser bin♥ Loser life's over♥ Thanks for the pointless grind♥"
Forgot last night's lesson? Bare-assed before me, he won't shut up. Want to pussy-punish again, but hold back—bigger fish.
"Need a phone by any chance?"