Sorting Out the Situation
"Hoo..."
I let out another long breath, trying to shake the tension loose.
Even after having her once already, the nerves wouldn't settle. My head was still a snarled mess of threads, too knotted to sort properly.
What the hell was I supposed to do...
I kept turning it over, but no answers came. Fine. I'd start by facing Kang Hyunji. The answer would come eventually.
Click.
I pressed the doorbell at Kang Hyunji's place.
Wheeee!
The same chime that rang in my own unit sounded faintly from inside hers.
"Who i—"
Her voice cut off mid-word. She'd seen my face on the intercom screen, no doubt, and frozen.
"..."
Silence stretched. No response came from the jotjip's apartment.
"..."
A villa with only two units per floor, a hallway barely worthy of the name—and nothing but stillness filling it. The quiet air pressed in around me.
The longer the silence dragged on, the more awkward it got.
Bang bang!
I hammered on the door like I meant to knock it down.
"Open up."
I dropped my voice low on purpose, trying to sound intimidating. A stranger walking by might have mistaken me for plainclothes police.
...Except the difference was way too big.
At least cops usually showed up for an investigation. I was just here to blackmail her.
Even in a situation like this, my self-awareness was working overtime. Still... whatever. I'd already done it. Might as well blackmail her properly.
I steeled myself in a thoroughly twisted direction.
"....."
The silence only stretched further. She'd definitely heard my voice. A flicker of unease crept in.
What if she was staying quiet because she didn't want to dredge up memories she'd rather forget? Or worse—what if she'd been sitting there terrified of retaliation, and my showing up had just pushed her into calling the cops?
The drawn-out quiet started to fray my nerves. But I didn't let it show. Looking anxious was the same as showing a weakness.
Honestly, this wasn't a situation where I had any right to be brazen. But I had to be brazen anyway. I had to put on an iron face. Show a weakness and I was fucked—I repeated it to myself.
So... somehow I still had to get her to open that door.
I was turning it over when my eyes drifted to the doorbell camera, its flash still lit.
Ah...!
Right. The intercom inside her place was still on. The glowing flash on the doorbell camera proved it. Which meant I could at least show her something on my phone screen through it.
Rustle.
I pulled out my smartphone and opened the photo app. I scrolled until I found the shot of her computer monitor—Nabi's Blow profile pulled up on the screen—and held it up silently to the intercom camera.
"..."
No reaction.
Did that... work??
She had to have seen it. The light on the doorbell camera was still on—she'd definitely seen the threat. And yet the silence held.
Ah... what the hell. Was she just ignoring me...?
Clack!
The door opened all at once—just a crack. The chain was still latched, barely enough for a face to show.
I peered through the gap. Kang Hyunji was staring at me. Fear and dread sat in her eyes. The look she gave me was complicated, hard to read.
And underneath it...
Submission.
It might have been my imagination. No—it wasn't. Faint as it was, a strange thread of submission was there. I was sure of it.
"..."
She just stared at me without a word.
"Open it."
"..."
I kept my voice low and hard, but she only kept staring, saying nothing.
Honestly, I was a piece of shit myself. I was bluffing my way through this on pure swagger. Even I thought it was funny—standing here acting like I had something when all I really had was a photo. And the video of her getting fucked raw by me, sure.
"Open it."
I locked eyes with Nabi and ordered her again, voice thick with pressure.
"...Yes.."
Clunk.
She answered and shut the door. She was opening it for real... right? My nerves spiked for no good reason.
Rattle.
Clunk!
The door opened.
"..."
She looked at me with that same mix of fear and something like submission, her expression unreadable. I deliberately looked away, pretending not to care, and stepped inside.
I came in and sat down on the floor. She followed and sat across from me.
"..."
"..."
Awkward silence filled the room. The woman who'd just let me into her home avoided my eyes. Honestly, the air was so thick I wanted to look away too. But I forced myself to stare her down, afraid any softness would show.
"...Ahem... ahem.."
I cleared my throat for no reason, just to break the quiet. I had no idea where to start. I'd walked in without a plan, just knowing I had to face her.
"...I took... the pill..."
She spoke first, her voice thin and drained.
"...The morning-after pill?"
Of course that's what she meant. I still asked, wanting a clear answer.
"...Yes..."
The morning-after pill. Fair enough if she hadn't been on birth control—but wait.
Hold on...?
The videos I'd seen of hers... those had looked bareback, hadn't they?
"Wait a second.."
"Yes...?"
"The Sect stuff you shot—that was bareback, wasn't it?"
"..No, it wasn't.."
Huh. Maybe my eyesight was worse than I thought.
"You were tweeting about creampies and begging to get fucked and knocked up."
Believing that at face value was just stupid, and I knew it. I asked anyway—partly to shove the blame onto her.
"That was... hup...!"
She started to answer and then her mouth just locked up.
"..."
Silence again.
God. This quiet was stifling.
Tap. Tap.
My fingers drummed the floor without me noticing. Even that tiny sound rang out sharp in the dead stillness.
".... It was my first time...!"
What?
"First time for what?"
Don't tell me this bitch was about to claim she'd been a virgin.
"...Semen..."
"Semen?"
"In... inside me...! A creampie...!"
"..."
Had I misheard?
"...What?? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Creampies... that was my first time... with you, Hyunwoo-ssi..."
Kang Hyunji answered in a voice that barely made it out of her throat.
That was surprising in its own right. A girl running a Sect account who'd never taken a load inside? Did that even make sense?
Cognitive dissonance hit hard. I'd assumed a freak like her would have done it already—passed around between guys, tasting them one after another. But creampies were new to her...?
"Looking at your Sect content, you'd think you'd been sampling half the city's dicks."
I asked again, too baffled not to.
"You could think that... I wouldn't expect you to believe me..."
Of course I wouldn't. Her tweets made her look like a total slut. From her Blow alone, you'd figure she'd taken dozens of cocks.
"But it's true. You're the first man who's ever come inside me, Hyunwoo-ssi..."
She gave the same answer again. It didn't sound like a lie. Her voice was tiny, almost swallowed, but she said it with conviction.
Huh. I'd had her completely wrong.
I'd figured she just wasn't on the pill and had taken the morning-after as a precaution. This was a whole different problem.
....?
Something still felt off. Another strange note was ringing.
"The guys in those Sect videos—they were all different, weren't they?"
"That isn't true either... that was..."
She trailed off again.
"Speak clearly, you jotjip bitch."
"Hieuk..!!"
I threw the curse at her on purpose, going hard. She flinched and shrank into herself.
"So what, then? You're saying you weren't a public toilet?"
"Heut... that was... all my ex-boyfriend..."
Ah. So she'd only uploaded videos with her ex?
"And you expect me to believe that?"
Was she trying to make me feel guilty on purpose? Truth was, I'd already been feeling it without her help—but if I were still drowning in it, I wouldn't have come here at all.
"Hiit...!"
My voice rose and a startled little sound slipped out of her.
I felt scammed. Not angry, exactly—just... I'd dumped a load into a girl who'd never taken one before. It left a weird, sticky feeling I didn't ask for.
"Then why the hell did you do Sect?"
I put the real question to her.
Yeah. Why do Sect at all? She was a grown adult—sex was fine. Videos? If it was just for the two of them, who cared what they filmed. But she'd uploaded them with captions begging to get fucked, claiming she was in heat, all that provocative shit. Did she think nothing would happen if she got caught?
"That was.... because of the thrill of transgression..."
The thrill of transgression...
Well, well. Hearing that word come out of Kang Hyunji's mouth. One of my guesses had been dead on. She had a streak. The fact that she'd even bring up that kind of thrill proved it. Having a taste for taboo didn't automatically make someone an S&M freak—but she had something that went past that. The way she'd gotten wet from the spanking had already given her away.
"The thrill of transgression?"
I picked up the word she'd spat out and rolled it around in my mouth. For a second I almost laughed. It felt like finding a treasure vault no one else knew about—right next door. Exactly that feeling. I swallowed the laugh before it could show.
"Yes... so... at first I uploaded a video with my ex... and the response was so good..."
I didn't need to hear the rest. She'd read every filthy mention flooding her Blow. Messages full of people degrading her. Watching them, her clit would have stood up hard as a cock—tiny and stiff like a bean—while she got so worked up her cunt dripped, and she'd have pressed that little bean and put on a masturbation show for the camera.
"That was the only reason?"
I asked the obvious question on purpose.
"I got... so turned on... my body just..."
Maybe she was too ashamed to admit that the thrill of being bad made her body go into heat. She trailed off again on that part too.
"Hah..."
Interesting. I hadn't been wrong. This girl had real potential as my jotjip. No—she had exactly the kind of filthy nature that made her perfect to break into a flesh toilet.
"Um... hey..."
I'd wanted to hear more of that filthy little story, but she suddenly cut herself off and changed the subject.
"What?"
"Those... videos..."
Trailing off again.
"Videos what??"
Irritation spiked and my voice rose with it.
"Hiit...!"
She flinched just because I'd gotten a little louder... ah, no. Given the situation, flinching was fair.
"Spit it out. Videos what?"
I lowered my voice and asked again.
"The videos.... please delete them..."