Absolute Obedience
We used to keep a dog at my place. A long-haired Chihuahua — pure white, ridiculously cute.
Train it and it picked up sit and stand in no time, and on command it would flop over and show its belly. For a dog, wasn't that absolute submission to its owner? It knew that if it didn't, there would be no food.
I always felt it when I trained that animal — the satisfaction of watching a dog that barely understood a word of human speech learn, step by step, according to my methods.
Kim Seoa was the same.
Right now she was dabbing at the semen dripping out of her body and soaking the floor, wiping it up with wet tissues. Fresh from a full shower, wearing nothing but crotchless panties again, bent over and scrubbing — watching her like that was quietly, steadily turning me on.
Every time she rocked forward and back, her fully exposed sex and the ass my hands had sculpted flexed and jiggled together. Of course I got hard.
Ah — wait. Was she seducing me right now? Asking for another round?
Cunning little bitch. If she calculated this angle, this pose from the start, I'll give her credit.
"Hey. I'm putting it in."
"Uh. Huh? Already? Again?"
I drove my fully grown dragon rod straight into her from behind. I knew it. She'd already heated and soaked her insides, waiting for me to enter. The hard cock slid home like it was riding a water slide.
Kim Seoa's insides curved upward like a hook once you were deep enough. My cock followed the vaginal walls — bending where they bent, squeezing where they squeezed. Thick love juices made the bent shaft throb with pleasure.
"Haaang—"
I buried it to the root and stopped, not moving at all. Just planted deep, taking pleasure only from the way she clenched around me.
"Ah… so good… you're all the way inside."
"Heh. You like it that much?"
"Yeah. God, I want to do this every single day."
"You should've learned this taste a little earlier."
"Ha… then maybe I would've been doing it with you since high school, Junhyun. Fuck, this is so good…"
"Out of every guy you've been with, am I the best?"
"Mmm. Hnn… just having you in me like this feels amazing, but if you move— ah! Ahn!"
Squelch. Squelch.
The second I rolled my hips she started making those dog-yelp sounds all on her own. One thrust, one cry. One shot, one ahn. When she barked like that and obeyed so well, how could I not love it?
Kim Seoa started moving on her own, pressing her ass back against my thighs. She'd already figured out what speed I liked, which spots made me feel it hardest, and she worked her hips like a custom-fit toy, winding me tighter and tighter.
Slap— slap— slap— slap—!
At some point my thighs were burning hot. The urge to come crashed over me.
"Coming."
"Yeah. Yeah… come."
No please, no pretty words required. When I wanted to come, I came.
I parked my cock root-deep in Kim Seoa's cunt the way you fill a car at a gas station and pumped her full.
Squeeze— push—
"Heung! Ah…"
A satisfied little moan. Even after a short, rough finish and a creampie, she didn't look disappointed or put out. Instead she turned around and licked my cum-smeared cock clean, sucking and polishing it. I stroked her head the way you praise a good dog.
Today's training seemed to have gone perfectly. Absolute submission to her master. I finally felt like I'd built myself a properly satisfying sex partner, and the thought sat warm and solid in my chest.
We'd soaked the floor in semen again. Wet tissues weren't going to cut it anymore, so we cleaned it together with a wet mop.
After that I finished showering first and came out. While Kim Seoa went back in to rinse the taste of cum out of her mouth, I pulled out my phone and checked my messages.
Texts from Park Yuyoung.
For a while the little "1" next to the message I'd sent refused to disappear.
Then it vanished, and a very carefully worded reply finally arrived. She must have been tiptoeing over every letter.
This was the real beauty of an open ending, wasn't it?
I'd made two requests of Park Yuyoung earlier. First: put on a vicious power-trip act in front of Kim Seoa. Second: drop by the reunion for a little while later. She'd already delivered on the first. I still hadn't gotten an answer on the second.
So right now I was telling her that if she wanted her answer, she had to show up at the reunion.
What goes around comes around. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world — a lesson I'd learned thoroughly from you women.
I was still waiting on Park Yuyoung's reply when Kim Seoa finished washing and stepped out of the shower.
"Juuun~ What are you doing?"
"Oh, done already? Hey — you're casually dropping the formal speech on me?"
"Ehh, come onnn~ I worked really hard today, you know."
"Heh. Fair. Fine, I'm in a good mood. No more Master for now."
"Yesss~ So what do I call you now?"
Kim Seoa mashed her chest against my arm and linked elbows with me.
"What do you mean, what. Call me what you always used to."
"Tch. But if we go together, won't the others get suspicious?"
"Suspicious? Of what?"
"Ah… um… our relationship."
"Friends who massage each other? So what if they find out. Just be honest. You're my client, and after getting a massage from me you happened to come along."
"Ah, that works."
"But walking in arm-in-arm like this would definitely look weird. Friends don't usually stroll around like that."
"R-right!"
She peeled off smoothly at my words. I stroked her head again. Now whenever I reached to pet her, Kim Seoa would dip her knees a little and offer me the crown of her head.
Not quite on Lee Yeondo's level yet, but she was getting cuter bit by bit. Good girl. I'll keep spoiling you plenty from here on.
"We'll take my car."
"Okay."
I headed for the parking garage with her.
The reunion venue wasn't far.
According to Seoa, the guys had eagerly followed her suggestions. The thing was, about ninety percent of "Seoa's suggestions" had my fingerprints all over them. Things like not wanting beef (I'd already gorged on it with Lee Yeondo the day before), needing a place near the shop, needing parking because she'd be driving, and so on.
About ten minutes of driving later we arrived at the restaurant where the alumni were gathering. A well-known tuna place with a solid chain presence across Seoul. Tuna was perfect with soju, sure — but for twenty-nine-year-olds it was still an expensive bill to split.
While Seoa parked, I decided to go in first. Like she'd said, walking in together might poke a sleeping dog for no reason.
They'd reserved a private room that could hold about ten. I gave my name and a staff member led the way.
A sliding door. The employee reached to open it and I stopped him.
"I'm not going in just yet — I'll hit the restroom first and then join them. Thanks for showing me."
"Of course. Then…"
The reason I'd stopped him was because I'd heard a voice from inside.
Familiar, and somehow welcome. A high school classmate — Jo Byeongchan.
"Yo, you know why that bastard's not answering his phone?"
"Who? Jun?"
"Yeah. Jun."
The one answering was Lee Youngjun, the guy famous for chasing women.
I decided to hang back and listen. Jo Byeongchan had been the same in high school and still was as an adult — the neighborhood specialist in cooking up weird rumors whenever we met at reunions. Near-pathological levels of bullshit. I was curious how he was going to dress me up this time.
"Why's he not answering?"
"It's one of two reasons. One: he hit the lottery. Two: he ran off to China with some rich Chinese married woman."
"…Both of those sound completely full of shit?"
"Right? Total garbage. I heard he's coming with Seoa today."
"What, the fuck? You DMing Seoa?"
"Sometimes."
"Trying to get some? Some some?"
He made a fist-slapping-into-palm sound for emphasis.
"You've been losing your goddamn mind over Seoa since high school—"
"Hey, hey! Who said that. It's not that bad, fuck. Okay, but seriously — is there a single guy who looked at Kim Seoa and didn't think about fucking her?"
"That's fair too. Damn~ Even now, if I got one shot with her I'd die happy."
A little superiority curled warm in my chest. Seoa was pie-in-the-sky for the rest of them, and I was actually fucking her. Today, at least, I was allowed to feel superior.
"But why are Seoa and Jun coming together?"
"Oh right. That bastard used to like Seoa too."
"No — not that they're coming as a pair. More like Seoa got ahold of him and said she'd take responsibility for dragging him here. But how did she even reach a guy who'd gone dark? Are they actually seeing each other?"
"Nah, no way. That guy's a total loser nerd. Still unemployed, bet on it. And what would Seoa even be missing that she'd date him?"
"True."
Byeongchan and Youngjun snickered. I yanked the sliding door open hard.
"Whoa, what. Ju— Jun? Holy shit, long time no see, man."
"Your face filled out, you bastard."
I scanned both of their faces, then the rest of the room carefully. Five guys total. The others probably hadn't arrived yet. There was no way these types had shown up just because they trusted Seoa. Scheming bastards never came to a gathering unless there was prey — women — to hunt.
Everyone looked at me with less-than-friendly eyes. I knew exactly what image of me lived in their heads. Life failure. Deadbeat. Hikikomori who only watched porn at home. Virgin nerd. And so on.
Honestly, most of it had been true, so I didn't have much to say. At least until a few days ago.
That said, none of the guys sitting here had lives they could hold up with pride in front of anyone either.
First, Jo Byeongchan. Like I said — max-level pathological liar and king of backstabbing gossip. He claimed that if you talked shit behind people's backs, everyone would suck up to your face. When he drank he threw out mother jokes, and he exclusively targeted naive, below-average women for guaranteed one-night stands. Last I heard he was doing loading work at a delivery warehouse.
Lee Youngjun was the pretty-boy who chased every girl in sight until he nearly ruined his life by messing with a married woman. Smart enough to land a job at a major corporation, and even there he was reportedly sleeping around with coworkers. He blew money on every woman he met, so between student loans and debt he was thousands deep.
Reunions always had an agenda.
Some people came with pure intentions — just to see old faces after a long time. These guys had clearly come to finally fuck the girls they never managed to bag back then.
And among them, the truly vicious one.
Lim Taehoon. The bastard who, all through school, never missed a chance to harass kids, beat them up, and shake them down for cash. He still had that muscle-pig body, thick and brutal.
The second I saw him, I shrank like Pavlov's dog. Couldn't help it.
"Well look who it is. Jun-the-shuttle, right?"
Lim Taehoon was also the one who'd kicked off my virgin shut-in life.
The one who'd carved those dark memories into me.
And this bastard had hit it huge on Bitcoin and was now dating a model, even thinking about marriage.
Ever since Seoa first mentioned the reunion, I'd been turning over how to bury Lim Taehoon.
As of this morning I'd had a plan locked in. The second I saw his face, every scrap of it evaporated.
"Ah… hey, guys."
I quietly went in and took a seat in the corner.
In front of the trauma of my life, I was just a fragile human being.
Ha. Fuck. Pathetic as hell. I'd thought sleeping with women had given me my confidence back, but it didn't work the way I wanted.
"Yo, were you guys close with Jun? I never knew."
At Lim Taehoon's words the other guys nodded along.
"Haha, we were kinda close for a bit before you transferred in."
"Back then Seoa and Jun and everyone were all pretty friendly across the board."
"Now it's whatever, right? No hard feelings left from back then. Right, Jun?"
That's what you think.
I said it in my head, but out loud I just nodded.
"Y-yeah. C-cool, whatever."
"Hah! You little shit! You looked so clueless in high school, but look at you — almost thirty and all grown up, huh?"
Lim Taehoon's words nearly made me lose it. I wanted to crush him somehow. I wanted revenge. Wasn't there any way? Fuck?
And then it happened.
A woman's voice outside, the door opening — at first I thought it was Seoa, but a woman I'd never seen in my life was standing there. And a very pretty one, with a great body at that.
"Guys, say hi. This is my girlfriend Sohyeon — Gu Sohyeon. Cool if she hangs with us today?"
Gu Sohyeon, with a face that somehow carried a quiet melancholy, dipped her head in greeting and came in to sit beside Lim Taehoon. The second she sat he clamped an arm around her waist, hauled her hard against him, and grinned like a glutton.
"Hello. We're honored to drink with you."
"Total beauty. If you've got any pretty friends, introduce us sometime."
"Ah… yes…"
Idiots. They couldn't even see that those two were going to wreck the whole reunion atmosphere. Not that you could exactly turn them away at the door, of course.
Still. Gu Sohyeon. She was pretty.
I felt the corner of my mouth twitch upward. The confidence that had hit the floor was stirring back to life.
If it was a woman problem, it was simple.
Under the table I opened my palm and looked down at it quietly.
The finishing blow I was going to feed Lim Taehoon was right here.