I Didn't Want It to Come to This
I hadn't planned on going this far. The moment her jaw twisted sideways and her body went limp, I felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. My body betrayed my will. It was mine, yet it didn't feel like mine at all. I probably just collapsed helplessly onto the floor. Was this what an ant felt like, being crushed under a human's foot? I was being crushed by something I couldn't resist. And forget about falling properly—my body just flopped straight forward, twitching from the pain.
“Ugh… ughhh… hngh…”
Eventually, my vision started to brighten again. I had no idea how long I'd had my eyes closed, or if I'd actually passed out. Either way, my body still wouldn't move the way I wanted. My vision had cleared a little, but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy, like weights were hanging from them.
“Haa… hah, haaah…”
That was when Park Eun-ji's voice tickled my ears. She was right in front of me, panting hard.
“Kgh… hngh… haa… hoo…”
I tried to wake up, but my body was like soaked cotton—completely unresponsive.
“…Fuck. That bastard… really… trying to die…”
Ah, right. I came all over her face. Remembering how Park Eun-ji must've looked with my pathetic loser's cum splattered across her face made my current situation—jaw knocked out of place—make a little more sense. Hell, just being alive right now was probably a miracle. Or maybe she'd keep beating me until I actually died.
“Hey, you fucking asshole…”
Her voice was dripping with rage. Obviously, that “fucking asshole” was aimed at me, sprawled on the floor.
“Hoo, hah… haaah…”
“…You little shit. You were going on and on about how good it felt, and then you… you tried to crawl on top of me, you fuck…”
Had I gone too far? Even so, was busting a nut right on her face really crossing the line?
“Hey, asshole. Hey! Hey!!”
Something nudged my shoulder—probably her foot.
“Ugh… ngh…”
“Get the fuck up, you piece of shit!”
This time she stomped down on my back, pressing hard.
“Fucking bastard… seriously… haa, fuck… you dead…?”
Being stepped on felt strangely novel. I'd been kicked before, but this was the first time I'd been trampled barefoot like this. A dull ache throbbed in my balls and crotch. Even now, my body was still burning with arousal.
“……It… it fucking stinks… Just wait. I'm gonna wash up… and when I come back, I'm gonna beat you until you're half-dead… No, I'm actually gonna kill you this time…”
Her foot massage had felt oddly good. The sound of her footsteps gradually faded, then the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
“Hah… hngh… hoo… ah, it hurts so fucking much…”
My head was spinning. I'd never been beaten this badly before, and my body was still reeling from the shock of it.
“…Why the hell did she hit me… agh…”
Left alone in the room, I grumbled pointlessly to myself and desperately tried to move my body, which had refused to cooperate.
“Ah… hngh… haa, hng…”
Suddenly, it occurred to me that maybe she'd hit me with a hammer instead of her fist. People said punching someone in the jaw could count as attempted murder. That crazy bitch had clearly been trying to kill me.
“…Fucking bitch… I did everything she told me to… so why the hell…”
Even though I'd done a bit of blackmailing, that had been the “stranger” on the other end of the random chat, not me. I hadn't actually planned to do anything real to her… Right now, all I felt was pure resentment.
“Hoo…”
The places she'd hit still throbbed. My anger toward Park Eun-ji kept growing, but I was painfully aware that there was nothing I could do about it.
“Hah… haha…”
Staying here would just mean getting beaten again. Once she came back from washing up, I'd obviously become her personal punching bag.
“…This is bullshit.”
I was sick of just taking hits. The only way I could think of to get back at her was through random chat. Or more precisely, something like blackmail.
“Hoo…”
By now, quite a bit of time had passed since she'd left the room. Sensation was slowly returning to my body.
“Ah… aah…”
My dazed head started to clear. It felt like light was returning to the world.
“That… fucking bitch…”
The price I was going to pay for one facial was way too steep. No matter how I looked at it, I was going to take a huge loss. So I started thinking about the best possible way out of this.
“Haa… Still, I held back for a long time.”
How many years had I been Park Eun-ji's shuttle? At least ten, easily. At first, I thought we were just close, so I figured that was why she asked me for favors. Because we were friends—because it was Park Eun-ji—I'd only seen it as light requests. When we were alone, she wasn't that bad, but at school she couldn't wait to torment me. Eventually, she started treating me like complete garbage, and her friends did the same.
“I've put up with enough. Now it's time to collect interest, you bitch…”
I'd always thought I was used to this kind of thing. So I'd just gone along with it without complaining. But the Park Eun-ji I'd dealt with from the random chat until just now was just a girl who was a little stronger and a little better at fighting than me. If we actually fought fair and square, I'd obviously get my ass kicked. But I had no intention of doing that.
She might've acted bold, but she wasn't experienced. I'd assumed she was used to this stuff, but that had been my mistake. In some ways, she was even more of a virgin than I was. Finding the one area where I could actually beat her was a huge win. At least when it came to sex, she was just as much of a loser as I was. If I used that against her, I could probably control her however I wanted.
“Haaah…”
For example—and this might sound arrogant—but maybe I could train her. That was what I was thinking.
“Ugh… ngh…”
Too many thoughts made my head foggy again, and my body throbbed. I pushed myself up from the floor with shaky arms.
“Haa, hoo…”
With trembling legs, I barely managed to stand. Clenching my fists, I headed toward the pile of clothes scattered on the floor.
“Ugh… hngh… fuck. Still hurts…”
I rummaged through the clothes. What I was looking for was in there.
“…I really… didn't want to go this far…”
It wasn't like I'd never thought about it before. But this was actual crime, so I'd felt a tiny bit of guilt. Now, though, that was in the past. The current me had nothing left to lose. Before she could beat me to death, I had to destroy her first.
I looked around, searching for a good hiding spot.
“…Here…”
I found a decent place and stepped back to check if it was properly hidden.
“Hmm…”
The shiny phone camera was visible if you knew where to look, but otherwise it blended in. If you weren't specifically searching for it, you wouldn't notice.
I walked back to the phone and checked the recording angle.
“…The quality's gonna be shit…”
Because it was too far away, it would capture the bed and the area in front of it, but faces would be blurry and hard to recognize.
“Ah, fuck…”
There was no better hiding spot. At this distance, recording video was pointless anyway. Running out of time, I reluctantly switched to audio recording instead.
My mind was made up. I put the phone back in place before Park Eun-ji could return, then moved the pile of clothes a little closer to the bed. I flopped down on the mattress, still bottomless. My legs trembled on their own.
I wondered what kind of expression she'd have when she kicked the door open and came looking for me. If possible, I wanted to talk her down—or blackmail her—before her fist connected with my face again. And I needed to record whatever useful threats I could come up with on that phone.
“Hoo…”
It wasn't going to be easy. But it was a necessary step if I wanted to break her. They say courage comes with a full stomach—or in this case, maybe a swollen liver. After cumming on her face and getting my jaw knocked sideways, my guts were definitely pumped full of reckless bravado. So I wasn't just scared. If a man draws his sword, he has to cut something. Instead of worrying about what came next, my head was spinning with ideas on how to destroy Park Eun-ji.
I absentmindedly stroked my limp dick to ease the tension. A few strands of her long hair were still stuck to it from earlier. Just as I started feeling that familiar stiffness returning, I heard footsteps approaching from down the hall—angry, stomping steps. Park Eun-ji was coming back.