You Thought You Wouldn't Get Caught?
"Hoo… hoo…!"
I took a few deep breaths, settling my nerves one more time, then unlocked my phone to go back over the photos.
"Tweet screenshot… profile screenshot… face shot…"
I swiped through them one by one, checking each image with my own eyes.
The tweet begging to get fucked — confirmed.
The Blow profile login screen I'd seen on Nabi's computer — confirmed.
Nabi's face, shot from my own balcony — confirmed.
"Face came out crystal clear, too…"
I studied the photo of Nabi's face again, carefully this time. It was sharp enough that anyone who saw it would know it was her without a second thought. This might even be the killing blow. If I was going to blackmail her, I had to do it properly.
"Good. Looks like I'm about as ready as I'm going to get…"
There was nothing else to pack. The real thing started the moment I stepped outside and rang the doorbell next door. All right. Steel yourself.
From this point on, I was a shameless piece of shit. I had to throw out every scrap of humanity and act like the real garbage I needed to be. If I didn't harden my heart… I was the one who'd end up fucked.
I needed to get my head straight. The woman living next door was not twenty-five-year-old Kang Hyunji. From now on, the girl next door was the filthy little pervert who was going to become my cumslut. Nabi.
I repeated it to myself over and over.
"Let's go…"
I steeled myself, muttered the words under my breath, and pushed up from my seat. I wasn't carrying a single thing, and yet everything felt heavy and hard. My heart was heavy. And with the tension wound through me, my body felt impossibly heavy too.
"Hoo…"
I took another deep breath.
Step. Step.
Thud.
After the breath, I walked to the front door and put on my shoes.
Click.
Beep-beep-beep!
I opened the front door.
Tick.
Whooooosh.
The second the door swung open, I pressed the doorbell of the unit right beside mine. The same chime as my own doorbell drifted faintly out into the hallway — the kind of sound you could just barely catch if you were standing in a quiet space and paying attention.
"Hoo…!"
My body started tensing up all over again. Another deep breath to bleed the tension off.
From inside her front door, I heard someone coming.
Click!
Beep-beep-beep!
The door opened.
"Ah. Hyunwoo-ssi!"
"I finished what I was doing, so. Haha."
I gave her an awkward little smile.
"Oh no… I feel bad calling you over when you're busy…"
"Not at all! It's fine. Haha."
"Come in!"
"Yes!"
I took hold of the door, swung it wide, and stepped into her apartment. Straight into the prey's nest — walking in myself so I could ravage and violate her without mercy.
The woman welcoming me in…
No.
The prey welcoming me in had no idea that the man standing in front of her was the predator who was about to trample her, violate her, and ruin her completely. Without the faintest clue, she threw open the door that was supposed to protect her nest and invited me inside.
Thud. Thud.
She went in first, and I followed, stopping at the shoe cabinet just inside the entrance to start taking off my shoes.
Click!
Beep.
Rrrrk.
The door that had been her shield against the predator swung shut on its own. With a metallic clack and an electronic tone, the deadbolt locked tight — sealing the place so that no matter what happened inside, no one was getting in.
"Hoo…!"
One more breath to loosen the tension, then I slipped off my shoes and stepped, one foot at a time, deeper into the nest that was supposed to keep the prey safe.
"Thank you so much for yesterday. The computer's been working perfectly thanks to you!"
"Oh, please. It was a simple fix."
I opened with something light. Stay calm. No need to rush. It wasn't time yet. Watch for the opening, then strike.
"You live alone?"
"Yes… I figured I'd need a place of my own if I was going to job-hunt properly…"
I'd already known she lived alone, but I asked anyway, just in case.
"Ah — so you're not originally from this neighborhood?"
"No… I got this place because of work…"
Oh-ho.
Perfect. Kang Hyunji didn't seem to be from around here originally. Come to think of it, I'd seen someone move in next door last year. I hadn't cared enough to pay attention at the time, but looking back, I was pretty sure I'd caught a glimpse of her. Honestly, how many people actually give a damn who moves in next door?
Either way, the fact that Kang Hyunji lived alone meant one less risk factor by my standards. Almost no one was going to come looking for her. She was definitely single, too. And the distance was absurdly convenient. The door right next to mine the second I stepped outside was Nabi's place. Meaning once I'd fucked her once, I could use the Nabi bitch as a living onahole for my sex drive whenever I had a free minute.
"Job hunting's rough… I know that well enough myself."
I kept my voice deliberately even. Inside I was cheering, but I kept a poker face and didn't let a single bit of it show.
"It is… Still, I pick up a little part-time work here and there, and my family helps with the rent."
"Ah… really?"
"Yes. I quit my last job, so I'm back to job hunting right now."
"That must be hard…"
I offered her some sympathy. People like being understood — it's just human nature. I'd started freelancing and living on my own myself, so I could relate well enough.
"Not much choice… Still, at least I've managed to keep this place."
"That's lucky, then. Haha."
"Right? Oh — let me get you something to drink."
"Ah. Thank you."
I'd been sitting in the living room for a bit; when the conversation wound down, she stood and headed for the kitchen.
How do I put this…
I wasn't sure if "two-faced" was the right phrase for a moment like this. Probably was. The Nabi I'd been watching run her Sect account had looked like a woman completely unhinged for sex. Dirtier and more vulgar than most Sect accounts out there — just a bitch gone mad for fucking and getting used. And that was exactly why I'd been so curious about who she really was. How the hell did she hide all that in everyday life? Playing the demure girl while she went about her day, right…?
Those were the questions that used to float up whenever the post-nut clarity hit after I'd jerked off to one of Nabi's Sect videos. Questions I'd only ever thought about because I never expected to meet her — and now every last one of them was getting answered right in front of my face.
None of the Nabi who fingered her own pussy on camera, got railed, and went crazy for cock showed on Kang Hyunji at all. Maybe that was only natural. She still had a real life to live, after all.
If I grabbed any random one of Nabi's followers, pointed at Kang Hyunji, and told them that woman was Nabi… they'd call me a lunatic. A psycho. A complete freak. Hell, if someone asked me the same thing, wouldn't I think the exact same?
And with that, the reality of my situation started to sink in for real.
A woman named Kang Hyunji lived next door. That woman was the filthy pervert Sect girl Nabi. Which meant Nabi lived in the unit right next to mine. As far as I knew, not a single other person was aware of that fact. Which meant the first of her followers to bury himself in her cunt was going to be me.
The thought was so entertaining I almost smiled without meaning to.
"Hoo…!"
I took a big breath and got my face under control. Even if I smiled, Kang Hyunji wouldn't know what it meant. She wouldn't understand what was behind it — but I held it back anyway. If she saw my face, she might think I was flirting with her. I wasn't flirting. The truth was, I was about to fuck her senseless and turn her into my cumslut.
Hah… this was fun. So fucking fun.
"Here, have some of this."
She came back with a cup of warm coffee and held it out to me.
"Ah, thank you. Haha."
I took the cup with an awkward laugh. And in that instant, something lit up in my head.
This was the timing.
The thought cut clean through my mind.
"Oh, right. Let me take another look at your PC."
"Ah, really? You already checked it last time…"
Kang Hyunji seemed to think I was offering out of consideration for her. Wrong. This was me digging the trap I was going to fuck her with. She clearly had no idea what kind of information was sitting on her own PC. And if she didn't know? Too bad. She'd just have to take it. She couldn't even stop me.
"It's fine. Since I'm already here, I'll look at a few other things too."
I buried what I was really thinking and offered it again, playing the helpful neighbor.
"Ah… thank you…!"
There was something almost shy in her expression. She must have thought I was flirting. Amusing. In a few minutes she was going to be drowning in despair.
I stood first and started toward the room with her computer; she followed behind me.
Click!
She pressed the power button on the tower with her index finger.
Whiiiiir.
Beep!
The boot chime rang out — the sound of my plan moving forward exactly as intended.
…
…
Just like yesterday, the boot was over in a blink, and the desktop came up.
"Are you checking the internet again today?"
Kang Hyunji asked.
Ssslick. Ssslick.
"…"
But I kept my eyes locked on the monitor, moving only the mouse, and didn't answer her.
"Uh…"
When I just stared at the computer and worked it without a word, she started to get flustered. I ignored every other program and opened a browser. A white window came up; I typed Nabi's Blow address into the bar and hit Enter.
Clack!
A second later, Blow loaded fast — already logged in under Nabi's account.
"Ah…"
A short sound reached my ear, something like a gasp of despair. I didn't turn my head. I kept staring at the screen. Then I moved the mouse pointer over to the logged-in area of Blow. Nabi's profile picture was sitting right there.
And then I turned my head.
An earthquake went off behind Kang Hyunji's eyes. Her face was pure panic, the look of someone whose soul had just left her body.
"It's you, right? The Sect girl Nabi."