How to Love That Man (1)
How to Love That Man (Part 1)
The first sense of unease began at the place she brought me to, claiming it was a fun spot.
"Is this place fun...?"
"What do you think? Isn't it fun?"
In response to Selena's question, I looked around and all I could see was an impossibly vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see.
Moreover, it seemed we had drifted far from land. Unlike just moments ago with the sound of crashing waves and a beach swaying like desert sand grains swept by the tide, this was literally the open sea.
"It's more... impressive than fun..."
Last time, she took me to a privately owned amusement park, calling it a fun place. This time, she brought me out on a sizable yacht, a symbol of the chaebol class.
'D-damn, just as expected from a chaebol, their play class is something else...'
This wasn't some small fishing dinghy, but a massive yacht fit for portly Western rich uncles to throw wild sex parties on.
While a private amusement park followed by a massive yacht unfazed by typical waves was certainly fun and impressive for a mere commoner like me, the street smarts honed since childhood were picking up an inexplicable sense of unease.
"Right? It's a special yacht~ One of only a few in Korea!"
Selena smiled kindly, seemingly intent on keeping her promise not to lay a hand on me recklessly.
But what was this unease?
'Well, last time at the amusement park, it was just Selena and me, but it was still land where escape was possible. But here...'
Sway~
A large wave seemed to hit the yacht, causing my body to shake slightly as I thought.
Escape?
Unless I was an Olympic triathlon gold medalist or a merman with gills, escape from this open sea, where not even the shoreline was visible, was impossible.
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Why did it have to be here?
If the goal was to enjoy a date with me, the amusement park, which still had plenty of rides we hadn't tried and held happy memories, would have been more than enough...
This was a kind of instinct.
A survival instinct with no physical evidence but some circumstantial feeling.
The complacency from the previous amusement park date began to be replaced by rising vigilance due to this unprecedented location—a yacht.
'I was stupid. No matter how much Selena comforted my hurt self last time and acted kindly, she's still the woman who wants Ye-rim and me to break up.'
Strictly speaking, a woman with an unrequited love for me.
Simultaneously, Selena was a terrifying woman with a twisted psyche, who used blackmail instead of sacrifice for that love and shook hearts with vicious schemes.
So what was her reason for coming out to the open sea, where even Class A prisoners would give up on escape, instead of a normal place?
The unease, once it started, showed no sign of subsiding. Even as I told myself to trust her, the seeds of doubt began to bloom.
"Why so quiet? Are you doubting me again? If you keep this up, even someone with an unrequited crush will get hurt, Kang Cheol..."
Had my feelings been that blatantly obvious?
Selena, looking at my face, pretended to be hurt, making a show of welling up with tears.
"S-sorry, that wasn't my intention... No, actually, it is. So I'm even more sorry..."
Yeah, this was my fault.
As a man who has also experienced unrequited love, doubting the feelings of someone who likes me based on a mere sense of unease was wrong.
"Don't say you're sorry. The more you do, the weaker my resolve becomes~"
At my honest reply, she slightly furrowed her brow for a moment before breaking into her characteristic gentle smile and saying something ambiguous depending on interpretation.
Was her comment about her resolve weakening referring to her promise not to jump me without my permission...?
It could easily be interpreted in a much worse way, but I couldn't doubt her again after already hurting her!
"A-a kiss is okay... But don't go touching my butt or chest like last time!"
I shouldn't be doing this after reconciling with Ye-rim, but since today was the last time I'd meet Selena anyway, this level of service should be fine... right?
"Ha... Now you're shaking my heart again. Phew... It's okay~ I'll save that for future enjoyment!"
I had mustered considerable courage to permit it, and her eyes seemed to waver, but she shook her head as if steeling herself, saying she'd postpone it for later.
Did she want to kiss me at the last moment like at the amusement park?
'Sorry, Selena. Our mistaken relationship ends today...'
Burdened by guilt and the fact I'd doubted her, I set aside all my negative views of Selena. Wanting to part on the best terms possible since it was the last time, I sincerely enjoyed the yacht date. Before I knew it, I found myself clinking glasses with her at the secret bar set up inside the yacht.
"Ahaha~ Isn't it illegal to drink on a boat these days?"
"That's right~ So I'm not drinking since I have to drive the yacht? Here, you drink more~"
"Really? But I heard passengers aren't supposed to drink either... Ugh!"
"Don't worry, drink plenty more! Come on, like this..."
No, I was sure the law had recently changed, prohibiting even non-driving passengers from drinking. But already swept up in the mood, I'd had a glass or two.
As she almost forcibly poured alcohol into my mouth, I fumbled and ended up drinking it.
"Puhah~ Is this pretty strong? I'm sure even when I finished a whole bottle of sake last time, I didn't feel this dizzy...?"
Was it because I was intoxicated by the dreamlike situation of drinking on a yacht at sea?
My changed body was that of a weak FFF-class Attention Soldier, with only beautiful looks and a sturdy dick to its name, but my alcohol tolerance was better than in my previous world. Yet, after just a few glasses of what I assumed was champagne—bubbly wine fizzing in the glass—my vision was spinning.
Or should I say I was dizzy? Or was I hallucinating, seeing things I shouldn't?
The woman before me should be Selena, but Ye-rim's image overlapped, and I found myself unconsciously breaking into the bright smile I usually reserved for Ye-rim.
Moreover, an excessive heat, beyond what could be blamed on alcohol, was burning through my body.
Like a body all excited and worked up right before sex.
Something was wrong.
Maybe if I were a newbie who'd never been drunk before.
But in my previous world, I had countless experiences of being blackout drunk—times I couldn't count even using all my hands and feet. Even then, I'd only rambled nonsense or passed out on the street. I'd never mistaken the person in front of me for someone else or gotten so aroused I couldn't control my lust.
'Did my alcohol tolerance change with my body? A-ah, I can't take this anymore. I need to tell Selena right now that we should stop these meetings and just be friends who contact each other occasionally. And it's getting late, so I should say let's go home.'
My dick, fully erect in a non-arousing situation, rubbed against my pants and began secreting slick pre-cum.
This shouldn't happen in front of Selena, who was now just going to be a normal friend, not Ye-rim. I started to voice the decision I'd made since this morning, directed at Selena, who increasingly seemed to overlap with Ye-rim.
"Ye-rim... No, Selena. I'm sorry, but let's stop seeing each other. I don't mean cut ties completely, but as friends. Yeah, like the friend relationship we talked about last time..."
Crash!
It happened in an instant.
As I spoke, Selena's expression gradually hardened before she suddenly shoved me, throwing me onto a large sofa set up in the bar. In one motion, she grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head...
"You fucking horny male dog! I held back, restraining myself from messing you up, waiting patiently, and now you want to go back to being just ordinary friends?"
Her blue eyes glinted with anger and lust, her rough grip binding my two hands.
"Wh-why are you doing this, Selena... You were kind last time? You said you wouldn't touch me without permiss... Ugh?!"
"Shut up! Did you forget the pleasure from that one time you fucked that bitch Kim Ye-rim? ...Well, I'll ruin your brain with pleasure instead! So thoroughly that you won't even remember that bitch Kim Ye-rim!"
I couldn't muster any strength in my body.
Even in a normal state, I couldn't have overpowered her with strength. But now, like a powerless butterfly caught in a spider's web, I couldn't resist her gestures as she used her other hand to roughly start stripping my clothes.
"S-stop it! Don't do this... Hiyk?!"
"You lewd male dog! We haven't even started and you're already rock hard! You wanted this too, didn't you? Right?"
The position made it impossible to properly remove all my clothes without tearing them like last time. My top was forced up, acting like handcuffs and further restricting my hands' freedom along with her grip.
Simultaneously, my pants were pulled down to my thighs, right to the joint at my knees, immobilizing my lower body just like my hands.
And she, mocking me, wrapped a hand around my dick, which had been standing tall against its owner's will since earlier.
"N-no! This is... Kyaaaaah!"
"What do you mean 'no'? You're leaking pre-cum like this!"
I tried to protest that this happened against my will, but she ignored me. Her tyranny continued as she rubbed the tip of my glans, from which pre-cum was flowing, eliciting a sound from me that was somewhere between a scream and a moan.
My body was hot.
Her palm, simply wrapped around my dick, was more stimulating than any caress. Where her thumb touched the glans, sharp sensations—surpassing pleasure, as if her thumb was directly scrambling my brain instead of the glans—assaulted my entire nervous system.
"What's with the screaming already? This is just the beginning...!"
My mind was beginning to break down...