The Provocative Exchange
Among the kids who were considered a bit tough, there were clear tiers. The lowest rung consisted of those who hung around the top predators as friends, always seeming a little out of place wherever they went. Then came the ones who were simply born lucky—the guys with ridiculously handsome faces or the girls who were stunningly pretty. They were the center of attention at school and naturally mingled with the real delinquents.
"Whoa, fuck…"
My mind was shaking like an earthquake had hit. Part of me wanted to storm straight into the apartment next door, strip Park Eun-ji naked, throw her onto the bed, and shove my cock straight into her pussy.
…But Park Eun-ji was about my height. Not that I was short—180 centimeters and still growing, even if pull-ups were a struggle. On top of that, she’d been training in all kinds of martial arts since she was little: boxing, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, judo, taekwondo. She sat at the very top of the delinquent hierarchy, the undisputed queen of the food chain. Ironically, in a co-ed school, the person whose fists were most feared was a girl.
"Haa…"
Realistically, as far as I knew, there wasn’t a single guy in school who could beat her. It wasn’t about going easy on her because she was a girl—she’d broken bones in fair fights. Add in her looks and body, and she wasn’t just famous at school; she was a local celebrity.
And that same celebrity was now telling me she’d let me fuck her.
"……No way. Absolutely not."
Obviously she had no intention of actually giving it up to someone like me. If we met, she’d probably beat me half to death. That much was obvious. Yet the offer kept pulling at me. It was only natural for any guy.
"Ah, fuck… What do I do?"
Eating that bait would definitely give me indigestion. Hell, my jaw would probably get knocked sideways before I even got a taste.
My lower half was already twitching on its own. On the bed, in my imagination, Park Eun-ji and I were already going at it.
"…Gulp."
She was clearly planning to mess with me. Under those circumstances, I couldn’t just stick my neck out and say yes.
"Huu…"
She had some serious balls. Even with whatever backup she thought she had, I never expected her to actually send her address.
With this phone, the only thing I could do was get on her nerves. But that alone was effective, and honestly, it was fun to tease her like this.
She was trying to laugh it off, but I could’ve sworn I heard the floor next door thudding—thud, thud.
"Huu…"
It was fruit I couldn’t eat. Since I couldn’t have it anyway, the best I could do was stab at it until it bruised. At least for now, I had to be careful with how I acted.
She stayed calm even when I called her a slut or said she had a huge pussy. Those were probably words she’d never heard in her life. But knowing her real filthy personality, the fact that she was quietly enduring the humiliation right now felt even more unhinged.
She kept poking at my pride as a man. I’d never actually used it, but I was confident my size could hold its own against anyone.
"Haa…"
Taking a picture was simple enough. But the moment she said “prove it,” my heart started pounding. All I had to do was strip so my underwear and clothes wouldn’t show. She didn’t know what my bed looked like anyway. If I was worried, I could just take the photo against the wall or in the bathroom.
"Huu…"
I didn’t need any special setup for the proof. My cock had been rock hard for a while, thanks to all the fantasies running through my head.
The mood had suddenly turned weird. It felt like I really had to show my cock if I wanted to see her tits.
"Ah, fuck…"
My hesitation continued. If this went wrong, everything would fall apart. If Park Eun-ji just left the random chat, I’d be left with nothing.
"Ha, seriously…"
This was different from earlier when I’d been dizzy with excitement. If I crossed the line and she actually reported me to the police… that would be a disaster.
"…What the hell is she doing…"
Was she trying to make me desperate? She could’ve just sent a naked photo of herself and I might’ve lost it and charged next door.
"Hmm…"
Taking and sending the photo wasn’t hard. But the uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away.
Swish—
I yanked down my pants and underwear in one go. My cock sprang up with a soft bounce.
"…Gulp."
I moved into the corner so nothing else would show in the frame. Just a plain white wall and my body. No weird birthmarks or anything that could identify me from movies or comics. Only one thing stood out: my cock, which was noticeably larger than average. The kind of size you’d see in porn.
Thud— thud— thud— thud—
I stroked the thing that represented my pride as a man. It was already fully erect, but for the photo I wanted it to look even more perfect.
"Haa, ha… Park Eun-ji, you fucking bitch… Ah, hngh… Haa…"
I remembered the pale skin peeking out from under her short school uniform. The faint outline of her underwear beneath the fabric—I’d lost count of how many times I’d swallowed my saliva at the sight. Whenever she tried that clumsy wrestling move on me, it had been so damn frustrating. Back then I hadn’t understood. Looking back now, it had been a reward in itself. The scent of her body and the softness of her skin had been seared deep into my brain, and I still pulled up the memory sometimes.
"Haa, you fucking bitch… I’m really… going to fuck you somehow, damn it…!!"
My lower stomach and balls throbbed. Precum felt like it was about to leak from the tip.
Click— click—
"Hngh, haah… Hng…"
A bead of precum oozed out, glistening under the light.
"Huu…"
The angle made my cock look even more overwhelming than it already was. Even though it was mine, the photo was almost intimidating.
"Haa, huu, haaah…"
I didn’t know what she was after, but if I could get a look at her tits just by sending a dick pic, that was a win.
"…Gulp."
I checked the photo again, making sure nothing could identify me.
The image showed nothing but a massively erect cock, veins bulging and adding to the intimidating presence.
"Ha, haha… Crazy bitch…"
The photo she sent was filled with nothing but skin. It took a second to even figure out what I was looking at.
"Huu, haaaah…"
She was clearly horny as hell, trying to mess with me. Her threats felt sloppy, and if she’d really wanted to do something, she would’ve done it already.
"…When the hell did you see it… Stop acting like you know me, you piece of shit…"
I ground my teeth so hard the sound echoed in my head. I wanted to grind that bitch into dust.
"Hu, haa… Huu…"
I took several deep breaths until the heat in my head cooled a little.
"…If I ever find out who you are… I’m breaking you, fuck…"
With trembling hands I scrolled through my recent calls and dialed a number.
Ring— ring—
- H-Hello?
She picked up before the third ring, just like last time. The elevator incident earlier had left me uneasy, but my irritation won out.
"I’m sending you a photo."
- Uh… Y-Yeah.
"Find out who it is."
- ……O-Okay, got it.
I hung up irritably and immediately sent the photo.
"…Gulp."
Most guys’ dicks probably looked similar. One photo alone wouldn’t be enough to do anything. But after I sweet-talked some information out of her… I was definitely going to make that bastard pay.
"…If you know who I am, what are you gonna do about it?"
Actually, it was a relief. If she knew who I was, she wouldn’t dare act so recklessly.