Only the Deceiver Knows (5) — "The Deceiver Has Everything"
From outside the dormitory, walking alone while waiting for Kim Jinwu, Yoo Dahui suddenly turned at a voice calling her name.
“Um… excuse me.”
“Who’s there?”
In front of the dormitory, Yoo Dahui had been strolling while waiting for Kim Jinwu when she turned back to the voice. A woman she didn’t know, with an especially pale face, was staring straight at her.
“Um… my name is Lee Soo-yeon. Um… I saw earlier what Park Cheol-eon tried to do to Dahui-ssi, so I thought I should tell you.”
“Ah.”
Yoo Dahui’s face twisted at the memory of the disgusting advance Park Cheol-eon had made toward her earlier. She had firmly brushed away his filthy hands that claimed to just want to give her a massage because she had suffered so much.
“Park Cheol-eon… that bastard. Better avoid him.”
Lee Soo-yeon muttered with a heartbreaking expression, as if anyone could see how pained she was. The acting was so realistic that Yoo Dahui felt an inexplicable curiosity she couldn’t shake, even without asking for details.
“Why…?”
“That bastard… he uses his powers on women.”
“Ah. Here, this.”
A single tear dropped from Lee Soo-yeon’s cheek at the perfect timing. Yoo Dahui was startled by the sudden tears and pulled a handkerchief from her inventory.
“Ughhh!”
Lee Soo-yeon blew her nose loudly into the handkerchief Yoo Dahui handed her, then continued speaking while deliberately avoiding Yoo Dahui’s hardened expression.
“Park Cheol-eon, that man… he approaches women and uses his powers. Whether they get angry, refuse, or anything… he forces himself on them.”
“Powers…”
“Women can’t resist. Park Cheol-eon’s power is ‘heat.’ Unless the woman is strong enough to completely ignore that heat, she’ll be caught. It makes her down there itch so much that it just… keeps going.”
Lee Soo-yeon couldn’t continue, embarrassed. But that alone was enough to convey everything to Yoo Dahui.
“So that’s what happened with Park Cheol-eon today?”
The vague, rising feeling had come out of nowhere. The desire to fill her insides with cock and her womb with semen. Heat or not, she had relieved it herself through masturbation.
“Is it not because of Park Cheol-eon?”
It was ambiguous. So she asked.
“Isn’t it enough to just relieve it yourself?”
“It doesn’t work unless it’s Park Cheol-eon’s. No matter how much you comfort me… only he can relieve that itchy feeling…”
Lee Soo-yeon explained in detail based on her own experience. ‘It must be because of Park Cheol-eon…’
Actually, it was, but since Yoo Dahui couldn’t know that, the coming self-loathing made her tremble.
“Even while being forced, the heat returns. I go looking for him again and again, pleading to relieve the heat… that trash Park Cheol-eon…!”
Unable to contain her frustration in the situation, Lee Soo-yeon gritted her teeth. Because of the overly detailed explanation, Yoo Dahui realized Lee Soo-yeon had been violated by Park Cheol-eon herself. She hadn’t said it directly, but it was too obvious.
“Those trash bastards…”
Yoo Dahui clenched her teeth. She couldn’t stand by while watching women get forced. In her mind, one man had already flashed by. The Masked Man, the man who had stolen her virginity. Because she had become a little too close to Kim Jinwu, her goal had blurred. After not seeing him for over two months (seven cycles), the anger wasn’t as sharp, so Yoo Dahui steadied her heart.
Because of a vague certainty that the Masked Man was Kim Jinwu, she might have unconsciously been forgiving him by attaching reasons in her mind. Was there some illness? Dissociative identity disorder, double personality…
“Don’t doubt it.”
Yoo Dahui shook her head. The Masked Man was not Kim Jinwu. She had to think of them as completely different existences. Doubting again would wound Kim Jinwu. Now fear was also there. If she confirmed the Masked Man was Kim Jinwu…
“What should I do…”
Should she kill him? Even if she killed him, regression would bring him back. Would she have to kill him then too? In the end, only the face of Kim Jinwu sacrificing himself to save her flashed before her eyes.
“I don’t want to think about it now.”
The Masked Man hadn’t appeared, and Kim Jinwu was by her side. She didn’t want to worry over a headache-inducing situation.
“Don’t worry. I’ll kill him somehow.”
Yoo Dahui patted Lee Soo-yeon’s trembling shoulder. Though the memory was fading, since she knew exactly how it felt to be raped, Lee Soo-yeon felt even more pitiful.
“Don’t… don’t do anything reckless. You’ll be in danger if you approach that man.”
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”
There was regression. In dangerous moments, just start over. Then return to the 0th floor, grow stronger, and kill him. This cursed cycle would finally end.
“…There’s a strange sense of relief. U-um… if it’s not rude, may I tell you more at my room…?”
“Yes, well, I have plenty of time.”
Yoo Dahui, waiting for Kim Jinwu, thought ‘why bother’ in her heart, but seeing how pitiful Lee Soo-yeon was, she couldn’t refuse.
“I don’t know when Jinu will come…”
Yoo Dahui followed Lee Soo-yeon inside the dormitory.
The dormitory hallways were packed with human players.
“Ah… Park Cheol-eon…”
Was it because they had met in the tough ‘Tower of Struggle’ every day? The hallway reeked of night-blooming jasmine, full of the scent between men and women. The lewd smell wafting from every direction, the itching in her lower abdomen, Yoo Dahui realized Park Cheol-eon had used his powers on her.
The same sensation she had felt this morning was crawling up from below, teasing her private parts.
“When is Kim Jinwu coming?”
She didn’t really want to have sex with Kim Jinwu, but since she was relieving her heat anyway, wouldn’t it be better to crush Kim Jinwu than some silicone toy?
Yoo Dahui thought that.
Lee Soo-yeon led Yoo Dahui into her room. Actually it was Park Cheol-eon’s room, but Yoo Dahui didn’t suspect anything at all. There was no way for her to know such an impossible situation where the rape victim was following the rapist.
“It’s neat. But the smell is a bit…”
It was a room she used alone, so it could have been messy, but to Yoo Dahui it looked relatively clean. The foul scent wafted up, but she didn’t let on.
“Please sit for a moment. I’ll get you something to drink.”
“Thank you.”
Yoo Dahui sat on the chair and waited. No matter how she tried to relax her expression, the foul night-blooming jasmine smell prevented it.
“Are you uncomfortable anywhere…?”
“No, no. It’s nothing.”
“T-the green tea is fine, right?”
“I can drink anything.”
She forced a smile as she awkwardly replied to Lee Soo-yeon’s cautious question that she was fine.
Lee Soo-yeon boiled two cups of green tea, then sprinkled an unknown powder into one and stirred it.
“Here.”
Lee Soo-yeon subtly pushed one green tea toward her.
The green tea in front of Yoo Dahui had been laced with a drug to heighten the heat effect even more. Having become Park Cheol-eon’s plaything, Lee Soo-yeon showed no guilt at all as she pushed Yoo Dahui into the abyss.
Yoo Dahui, without any suspicion, took a sip of the green tea. Seeing that, Lee Soo-yeon clicked the switch in her hand. The signal was sent to Park Cheol-eon.
“Ten minutes.”
About ten minutes until the effect took hold. Park Cheol-eon and his underlings, naked, were huddled in the bathroom waiting for their chance.
Among them was Kim Jinwu.
“Hey. Why do we have to use the mask?”
“It’s more fun that way.”
“That bitch isn’t stupid. She’d see through it.”
“It feels different. The feeling.”
Kim Jinwu had taken Elena’s virginity today. It was his first forced sex without the mask, and the difference between using and not using it was clear.
“Using the mask makes it feel like acting. It’s like creating another personality?”
“I don’t get it…”
“Isn’t it better if we’re alone like this?”
“If you’re going to rape her right after, you should be naked. Take it off or don’t? Why only the bottom?”
“I have my reasons.”
Park Cheol-eon looked at her with incomprehension.
Kim Jinwu didn’t want to understand either. The reason for wearing the mask and doing this now was simply to fool Yoo Dahui’s eyes. Play along enough, then use ‘black magic’ to scatter her mind. As the Masked Man, kill Yoo Dahui, and as Kim Jinwu, watch Yoo Dahui die. Just act well as the protagonist of the sad ending.
Chatter from outside the bathroom door reached her. Yoo Dahui’s voice gradually grew fainter, and ten minutes had become a countdown.
“Eh…? What’s this?”
Park Cheol-eon felt a mysterious sensation as if something inside him was being sucked out.
“Let’s go.”
Ignoring the incomprehensible feeling, Park Cheol-eon opened the bathroom door.
What first entered his eyes was Yoo Dahui’s face, flushed bright red.
“Wow, shit, she’s so damn pretty.”
He had forced and crushed many women before, but he had never seen one as beautiful as Yoo Dahui.
“Such a waste to just use and discard once.”
Park Cheol-eon decided to make Yoo Dahui his personal fleshlight. A woman like her, he wouldn’t get tired even if he fucked her every day.
“Why are these bastards here…? No way!”
“M-master… please wait…!”
Yoo Dahui instantly realized Lee Soo-yeon was an accomplice when she saw the naked Park Cheol-eon and his group.
Yoo Dahui glared at Lee Soo-yeon with eyes full of fury, but Lee Soo-yeon just muttered while ignoring her completely.
Crash—!
Yoo Dahui kicked the chair and stood up.
She pulled a sword and shield from her inventory.
“Can I win?”
In such a narrow space, it might be possible. As long as it wasn’t a trick.
“Haa…”
“How is it? The drug is working, right?”
“The… drug?”
“Yeah, I put some drug in the green tea you drank.”
A hot, unknown sensation writhed inside Yoo Dahui’s body.
She felt it. Her womb was craving seed. Yoo Dahui realized it.
“You trash bastards…!”
“It’ll itch, won’t it? Because you want this cock.”
Park Cheol-eon laughed at Yoo Dahui and approached.
His average-sized penis swayed obscenely.
“Ugh…”
Ironically, seeing it didn’t make Yoo Dahui want it at all. Her body was boiling hot, but the moment she saw Park Cheol-eon’s, her mood turned dirtier.
The ‘heat’ or drug she had been listening to until a moment ago suddenly stopped listening completely.
“Suck my dick. You fucking bastards…?”
Yoo Dahui sharpened her cold mind.
She tried to calm herself.
“Heek…!”
Before she saw the cock of the man standing at the very back of Park Cheol-eon’s group, somewhere familiar.
“This… why is my body acting like this?!