The Warm-Up
In any relationship between people, a power dynamic was bound to take shape. Whether you wanted it or not, a perfectly equal relationship simply didn't exist.
It started with the obvious things — money, status, raw physical strength. On a finer level, it grew out of personality, chemistry, a face, a body. And depending on the moment, even depending on gender, that grip on the situation could slide from one pair of hands to the other.
"Ah, so you're in college right now?"
"Y-yes... I only work part-time in the evenings, after class..."
And at this very moment, the one holding the reins in this conversation with Rape Legalization was me.
Once the official business — well, the NSFW commission briefing — was out of the way, we drifted into small talk. Now that we'd actually met face to face, it couldn't hurt to know a few things about each other. Though calling it small talk was generous. I was still the one asking all the questions.
"So how old are you, Rape Legalization?"
"T-twenty-two. And please stop using that nickname... I already told you my real name."
Surprisingly, we were the same age. A pleasant little discovery.
"That so, A-rin? Still, I just find the nickname more comfortable."
I kept talking, but my eyes stayed on her the whole time. Even after all the teasing I'd already put her through, she still couldn't settle into the situation — fidgeting in her seat, restless and unsure. The hands she'd rested on the table trembled faintly. She picked up her coffee cup, now nothing but ice, and set it back down again. A flush had claimed a good half of her face, and every time our eyes met she jerked her gaze away.
The whole thing was clearly too much for her. One look was enough to tell she had no game whatsoever.
She said she went to an all-girls middle school and high school, didn't she?
That would explain the reaction. Leave a person in the same familiar environment long enough and the mind starts to calcify. Spend years looking at nothing but your own kind, then sit down across from someone new, and the brain simply doesn't know how to adapt. The only difference is gender — but to some people that difference can loom as high as the Berlin Wall. And if the meeting in question is a blind date you weren't prepared for, one that started with a round of filthy talk only a few minutes earlier... of course it was going to feel awkward.
She probably thought she looked pathetic. To me, she just looked cute. And since our eyes didn't meet all that often, I had a convenient excuse to study her face.
I started at the top and worked my way down. Her eyes were bright and round, vividly alert, like a squirrel's. A soft, circular face with a neat little nose and mouth tucked close together — the whole arrangement was doing some serious work on the cute front. A brown bob that fell to her shoulders framed it all and gave her a surprisingly bright, open air.
Judging by a handle like Rape Legalization, I'd been expecting some shadowy, furtive type. The girl sitting across from me was the exact opposite of what I'd pictured, and I couldn't help finding that interesting.
But a face was just a face. The part that actually mattered sat lower.
I let my gaze drop from her features to her chest. It jutted out over the front of her pinafore, impossible to miss and considerably large — melon-sized, almost, the way it sat on her. Lee Eun-byul wasn't exactly modest in that department, but this girl looked like she had a good one and a half times that. Big, yes, but not to the point of being overwhelming. Exactly the size I liked. I kept imagining a texture as soft and yielding as fresh mochi, and my eyes drifted downward again and again, as if gravity itself had taken an interest.
I started turning it over in my mind.
What now?
It felt about time to make a move. We'd talked enough. We knew as much about each other as we needed to. Age, status, name — once you had those, what else was there to cover? And downstairs, my cock was already howling at me to drain the pressure.
Still. Maybe we ought to have a drink first.
"......"
"......"
A silence settled over the table. The moment I stopped talking, the conversation died completely. Seong A-rin's eyes flicked this way and that — whether because my staring was getting to her or because the quiet itself was unbearable, I couldn't tell. Even that was cute enough that the urge to pin her down right there came welling up hard.
What to do. A drink would have rounded out the buildup perfectly. Could I hold out that long?
No. I couldn't wait.
"Alright! Let's get going."
I said it out loud and stood up on the spot. Then I took her by the shoulder and pulled her up with me, my hand settling on the off-shoulder beige knit she was wearing.
"W-wait?! Hold on, please let go of me first..."
The sudden contact threw her completely. A face that had already been red went red all over again. Honestly — if a hand on her shoulder was enough to fluster her like this, what exactly was she planning to do later? She didn't seem interested in actually resisting, though. She just stood there. I kept my hand on her shoulder as if I were steering her and walked us out of the cafe, and the way she toddled along in step with me was genuinely funny.
Outside, the dark had already settled in thick. We'd met at a fairly late six, so that was probably why. We'd only been in the cafe about an hour, but day had given way to night all the same. I looked at the dimming street and smiled to myself, just a little.
Night was good. It had a way of covering for every filthy thing you wanted to get away with.
With that thought, I took my hand off her shoulder and slung my arm around her instead. My right arm settled its weight across both of her shoulders at once. The height was just right. That felt nice.
"?!"
She reacted instantly. Flinching had become her trademark by now. Those already-round eyes went even wider — I hadn't thought they had any more room to grow, which was impressive in its own right. I started walking, slowly, with my arm still around her. For a girl this shy, even a little contact like this was apparently too much; she shrank into herself as far as she could go. Which, conveniently, made her very easy to lead.
One step, then another. We walked the street as evening settled over it in earnest. After we'd gone a fair distance, she finally spoke up.
"Hold on! Where are we going right now?"
"The motel."
I said it like it was nothing. I was pretty sure there was one around here. Motels in the city were easier to find than you'd think. Once evening settled in, couples with their blood up came hunting for them in droves. Wherever the nightlife put down roots, motels were never far behind. This was downtown — two or three of them would turn up soon enough.
"A m-motel?!"
She blurted it in a thin, startled voice. I supposed the answer had hit her that hard. A person she'd just met was suddenly walking her to a motel. Of course she was thrown. I'd have been thrown too, if some woman I'd never seen before tried to drag me to one.
I looked at Seong A-rin.
"Why? You don't want to?"
My face was reflected in those big eyes again. A cold, heavy-lidded stare, pressing down on her. Being startled and actually objecting were two different things. And if I was reading her right... she was the type who'd be into a situation this forceful.
"N-no... that's not it..."
Under my gaze she dropped her eyes, the way a small animal tucks its tail. She looked exactly like one, too. No matter how a situation was supposed to go, lust ran on its own track, independent of reason. I could see it tangled up in her eyes — the same look I'd been catching since the cafe. Eyes that big were a gift for reading someone. The larger the screen, the easier it was to catch every little change playing out on it. She'd been trying not to get caught, in her own way, but there was no missing a gaze that kept sliding downward.
Which meant she already wanted my body, at least to some degree.
I added one more thing.
"And you already said you wanted it."
"What? When did I ever..."
"Come on. In yesterday's texts..."
The moment the words left my mouth, those round eyes surged through three distinct stages — confusion, realization, then outright horror. She put it all together and burst out,
"F-from the very beginning! You were thinking—!"
I was talking about the conversation we'd had over chat the day before. What do you think you'd do if some guy showed up and tried to jump you? She'd answered that she'd get on her knees and let herself be eaten. From that moment on, this situation had been as good as scheduled. We'd already come to an agreement. What more needed to be said?
"From the moment we met, you—!"
So I told her,
"Shh. You're being loud. Shut your mouth."
I shoved whatever she'd been about to say right back down her throat. The voice that had been coming out in soft little pieces dropped low. I wiped the smile off my mouth and looked at her with a stare that had gone hard and coercive, those sharp eyes bringing their full force to bear once more.
"...!"
I felt her freeze for a second. But only a second — and then, sure enough, she actually closed her mouth. Watching her do it, I found myself thinking of her username again.
Seong A-rin. Rape Legalization. Why would anyone pick a handle like that?
Every time I took a commission from her, I could feel her tastes leaning hard in one particular direction. A commission always had the client's preferences baked into it. And if that commission had been ordered as straightforward jerk-off material, the other person's desire was going to seep through the drawing nine times out of ten. Her desire was this — a situation this coercive. A place where her own will didn't matter, where whatever the other person decided to do would determine what happened to her. Being forced was what turned the volume up on her lust.
So I decided to play along with her wish, and act it out.
I dropped the hand that had been resting on her shoulder and slid it straight down into that ample chest.
"Hhp—?!"
A moan came with it. Warmth bled into the right hand I'd pushed into her cleavage, a plush softness wrapping itself around my entire palm. I rolled that hand around inside her clothes. Her shoulder got in the way of my arm a little, which was mildly annoying, but the main event was still ahead. This was just the warm-up.
That generous chest shifted and swayed with every movement, the motion laid out plainly against the beige knit. Each time my palm moved, the mass of flesh changed shape. If a mochi cake came with bounce, this was probably what it would feel like.
"Hhn...! Hhh..."
Seong A-rin was breathing hard, but she was still holding the moans in. There was no one around, so she almost certainly wouldn't have been overheard — and she was being careful anyway. The flush that had started on her cheeks infected the rest of her face. Moisture gathered in those round eyes and made them shine, wet and unfocused.
Looking at her, I thought of the drawing I'd handed her earlier. That one had been this exact situation — a man and a woman walking a midnight street toward a motel. Hot, broken sounds dissolving into an exhaust-stained road, a hazy moan working its way into your ear. The woman offering no real resistance under the coercion; the man enjoying the view. Well, damn. It was like I'd drawn the thing for this exact moment.
What was it like for her, standing inside a scene she'd only ever played out in her head? What was she feeling? What was she thinking?
I turned that over and moved my right hand again.
"...?!"
This time I went all the way inside the bra. I could feel the areola, stippled and raised, and at the center of it a nipple standing firm enough to get in my fingers' way. The thing annoyed me on principle, so I pinched that stiff little peak between my index and middle fingers and held it there.
"!! Wait—! Hhn! Please, wait a second...!"
She hadn't expected me to go that far. Seong A-rin, who had been holding still this whole time, finally reacted, a thin thread of resistance mixed into the moan in her voice.
"Be still."
And that was the end of it. Her little show of resistance died right there, meaninglessly. Three flat, level words, and she actually shut her mouth. Was she enjoying this too? Her arms and legs were trembling, but she made no move to stop me. Which meant I could touch her as I pleased.
A few more steps and the motel came into view. A place where every slick, sticky human desire came flowing through. A place where the moans of couples coupling replaced the sound of a television. I walked in without a second thought. The thing standing at attention against my pants was screaming itself hoarse to be let out.
I paid at the front desk and got Room 502. Even I wasn't about to keep a hand on her chest in front of the clerk, so I pulled it out for that part — and the flicker of disappointment that crossed Seong A-rin's face when I did was genuinely something to see.
The door creaked, then clicked shut.
We walked the hallway and stepped inside. A plain room looked back at us. One bed, one TV, a mini-fridge, a bathroom. A thin silence wrapped itself around the two of us.
"......"
"......"
For this one moment, I had a feeling I was standing in the same emotional weather she was. That drumming in the chest that came with stepping into an unknown place. A strange lift of anticipation, and a thick, clinging air that got under the skin.
I had no intention of just standing there taking it in. I shoved Seong A-rin onto the bed then and there.
"Ah—?!"
She went sliding across the mattress with a startled little cry. Now it was time for the main event.