A Peaceful Week, Yet Something's Off

Beep!

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep!

Beep-dee-dee!

Click!

I punched in the door code to my own place right next door, shoved the door open, and stepped inside.

Click!

Beep! Beep! Beep-dee-dee!

The lock engaged behind me with a solid finality.

The second I was home, my head went completely blank. Everything up until a moment ago felt like a dream. How the hell was I supposed to put it into words… It just didn’t feel real. I wasn’t still asleep. This wasn’t a dream. I knew that. I knew it for a fact.

What I’d done to Nabi—putting it bluntly, raping her—was no dream. My cock was still twitching, the sticky feel of her pussy juice clinging to it with absolute certainty. Fucking her just now was real. Undeniable. Reality. Not a dream in the slightest.

I kicked my shoes off any which way and headed deeper into the apartment, then dropped heavily onto the sofa.

Even if I’d forced her into training and fucked her raw, even if I was treating her pussy juice like some kind of trophy, washing up should have come first. But right now I had zero desire to clean myself. I wasn’t in the mood.

I sank into thought. Everything that had just happened in Nabi’s place was real. The spanking. The belly slaps. Stripping off her dolphin shorts and panties. The sex. The creampie. The moment I finished pumping her full and ended the recording, Nabi had started sobbing. That sound drilled straight into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my ears and yanked my consciousness back into the realest version of reality. And then… past the post-nut clarity, pure terror hit me. Goosebumps raced over my entire body.

Haa…

My head was spinning. Everything felt complicated. What the fuck had I just done… I had no idea what to do next. I’d already come too far. It was way too late to turn back. So the only option left was to push forward. Nabi—no. Kang Hyunji. From now on I should just call her Kang Hyunji. Now that I knew Nabi’s real face, name, and personal details, there was no point using the alias anymore. I had to turn Kang Hyunji into my personal cumslut for real. Train her into a proper jotjip and bind her to me completely. So this was only the beginning.

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Where the hell did I even start… First… right. The videos. I’d just filmed three of them. Blackmail weapons. Time to check how they turned out. The clips I’d shot would be more than enough to keep Kang Hyunji under threat.

I grabbed my phone and opened the gallery app.

“Hmm…”

I let out a short, low sigh. All three videos had recorded without cutting out midway—that much checked out. But the last one was the problem. I’d been so deep in fucking her that I’d completely forgotten I was filming with the phone. The footage shook a little.

“Hmm…”

Another short sigh slipped out while I watched. It wobbled some, sure, but it wasn’t unwatchable. At the very least, the audio and the clear shot of Kang Hyunji’s backside were more than enough to identify her. Good enough for now. I’d call that a pass.

“Haa…”

Another sigh. I had the weapons, but I still had zero idea what to do after this. Even if I ran into Nabi in the hallway for a while, it was going to be awkward as hell. No—awkward would be the normal reaction. After getting fucked like that, there was no way she could act normal. Honestly, just awkward would be a blessing.

“Huk…!!”

For a split second I actually pictured the cops showing up. Just the imagination alone sent goosebumps racing across my skin.

“Haa… fuck…”

The curse came out on its own. Ah… maybe I’d overdone it. Maybe I should’ve approached it from a different angle before fucking her… This crazy shit… I was a crazy bastard myself. Fucking her had been a non-negotiable option from the start. Just don’t fuck her, you idiot!!! I screamed the scolding at myself. Crazy bastard… Psycho piece of shit… I’d just done something I’d never experience again in my entire life—good or bad. Something I never should have done in the first place. The water was already spilled, but still…

“Haa… fuck… think…”

I kept telling myself to think, but my brain refused to produce a single useful idea. I genuinely had no clue what to do next.

“First… I need to get my head straight and go see her.”

Yeah. I had to meet her. We absolutely needed to settle the situation face to face. A simple promise that she wouldn’t report me meant nothing. I had to bind Kang Hyunji to me completely. As my cumslut. No half-measures.

“Huu… first, shower.”

My lower half felt a little gross. STDs were a secondary concern; the sticky pussy juice had dried and was lightly glued to my skin. I stripped off my shirt and flung it onto the sofa, then peeled off my jeans and underwear and tossed them in front of the bathroom. Completely naked, I stepped into the bathroom to wash.

“Huuu…!”

Once I was clean, I felt refreshed. I towel-dried, pulled on just a pair of briefs, and sat back down on the sofa.

“What time is it…?”

I pulled out my phone.

Already evening. Outside the window it had gone completely black. I’d been so deep in the training session I hadn’t even noticed the time slip by.

“Haa…”

I exhaled another sigh and sank back into thought. Sitting here like this wasn’t going to produce any answers. I needed to give it a little time, then head over to Kang Hyunji’s place and talk things through again. She knew the training videos existed. She knew I had her personal information. She wouldn’t be able to report me right away… Honestly, I didn’t know. Maybe she would. It was pure speculation on my part. If she actually reported me, I was finished. I’d just have to go quietly…

“Ha… I really don’t know…”

Worrying wasn’t going to spit out an answer anyway. I sat there in my briefs, stewing, then finally decided that since nothing was coming to me I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠might as well go into the room and turn on the computer.

“Might as well game…”

A soft boot-up chime sounded, followed by the whir of the PC fans as the screen lit up.

“Hwaaa…!”

Work was almost done. I stood up for a moment, stretched hard, and yawned.

“What time is it…?”

I lit up my phone screen.

“Ugh… look how fast the time went.”

It was a program with the basic coding already in place, so it shouldn’t have taken long. Just the parts that needed fixing. The real time sink had been lining up the spacing I hadn’t gotten right while writing the code, plus adding comments.

“Wasted the whole day on busywork…”

I muttered to myself, stepped out onto the veranda, and looked outside. The cherry blossoms had long since fallen; it was proper spring now.

Rattle.

I opened the window. The weather had gone past warm and was starting to tip into hot.

“Nice day~”

It really was pleasant weather. I stared blankly at the view outside, watching people and cars move around at a leisurely pace.

“Peaceful as hell…”

Literally peaceful scenery. Nothing happening at all… just people walking the streets under the warming spring sun.

“…Ah.”

Something entered my field of vision and a short sound escaped me without thinking. Down by the recycling area stood a familiar figure. Kang Hyunji. She was holding a full trash bag. Her expression looked somehow dark. Probably the shock from a week ago still hadn’t faded.

“Hmm…”

A short hum left my mouth. Almost a full week had already passed since that day. Coincidence or not… or maybe Kang Hyunji was deliberately avoiding me… either way, I hadn’t run into her even once this entire week. Even as a freelancer who worked from home, I still had to go out sometimes. Like Kang Hyunji over there taking out the trash. I had to dump my own household garbage too. Sometimes evening plans came up. So there was no way I wouldn’t step outside at least once a week. And yet after the training session I hadn’t crossed paths with Kang Hyunji a single time.

“She’s avoiding me on purpose… probably…”

I knew that, but it still left a bad taste. If I’d just run into her once… No. Even if I had, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get a single word out. Still, leaving things like this only made the unease worse.

“Hmm… today’s Friday, right?”

I checked my phone again.

She’d said she was a job seeker, so she’d probably been lounging around at home. Whether she could actually lounge around after getting wrecked like that was another question… What was certain was that nothing had happened to me this entire week. No cops had shown up. I’d been so focused on work that I’d almost forgotten I’d fucked Kang Hyunji—that peaceful of a week. Seeing her just now had brought the whole thing flooding back, and with it that sudden uneasy feeling.

“I’m going over there.”

Time to be bold. Decision made.

Rattle!

I closed the veranda window, came back into the living room, and started looking for clothes. Unlike last time, I just grabbed something comfortable. A loose short-sleeve tee for the warm spring weather and branded sweatpants. No need to dress up. I was just going next door to see my cumslut. Why the hell would I need to look sharp?

I rationalized it to myself like brainwashing, finished dressing, and glanced back out the veranda. Kang Hyunji had already dumped the trash and gone back into the villa; she was nowhere in sight. Good. I’d wait a little longer, then go. The villa had decent soundproofing, but you could still hear a neighboring door open and close.

Click!

After a short wait, I heard the next-door door open and shut. Faint, but definitely coming from Kang Hyunji’s place. I waited a bit more after that sound.

“Huu…!”

I let out a short breath to loosen the tension. Same as last time—go in shameless. I steeled myself. About ten minutes had passed since her door closed. I walked slowly toward my own front door.

Thud.

Thud. Thud.

I slipped on my shoes.

Click.

Beep!

I opened my front door and looked toward the neighboring unit. The door was shut tight.

Thud. Thud.

Click!

Beep! Beep! Beep-dee-dee!

The sound of my door locking behind me. Kang Hyunji had probably heard it too… but there was no reaction yet.

I stepped up to the doorbell of the unit next door.