Episode 84. Ambivalence 1
Episode 84. Ambivalence 1
Let's take a look at a private room on the upper floors of the Seohyun Hunter Specialized Academy Dormitory.
The front door is a sturdy iron door, no different from any ordinary apartment door. If you carefully run your index finger across its surface, you'll feel a slightly bumpy texture, and the outside is decorated with geometric patterns that hold no particular meaning.
When you push open the heavy front door with some effort and step inside, the first thing you'll notice is the smell.
Something simultaneously sour and pungent, then slightly bitter like a pill, and again strangely fishy - impossible to define as a single scent, but one thing was absolutely certain: that smell was intensely sweet.
While smelling this peculiar odor, you look around inside. It's a spacious studio apartment. There's a very short hallway from the entrance, and only after passing through it do you see the main room. It feels exactly like passing through an inverted funnel. Turning left in that hallway, you see a wooden door slightly ajar - presumably the bathroom.
You grab the handle to enter the bathroom. Startled for a moment by the icy cold metal touch, you then peer inside. The bathroom contains only a toilet, sink, and toilet paper holder or drawer, all entirely white.
Turning your gaze from the bathroom back to the room. The first thing you see is the wallpaper. The smoothly applied wallpaper without any wrinkles faintly shimmered like a projection screen in a pale orange-brown color, which of course wasn't the wallpaper's original color but light emanating from a lamp.
That lamp, the only light turned on in this room, sat on a round table that was vaguely visible even from the hallway. A warm-colored light lazily spread around the lampshade's outline, filling the quiet room like a hazy mist.
Moving your feet further inside, when you finally reach the end of the hallway and step into the room, your vision suddenly brightens so much that you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut. Taking one step back, that glare completely disappears, replaced by darkness as if painted with pastels, surrounding you.
Lowering your head to look down. At the boundary line where the hallway becomes the spacious room, the light only surges like waves, perilously close but never spilling over to the outside. You take another step. The light, seemingly illuminating the surroundings, begins to moisten your feet, then ankles, then calves with a sticky sensation. You feel a sticky saltiness on your skin.
Finally reaching inside the room and looking around, you sense something peculiar. A bed is snugly fitted into the left corner of the wall, with a table and lamp visible beside it, while on the opposite side stands a rectangular desk made of luxurious ebony. Then a small refrigerator waist-high, a modest wardrobe, and one beige vanity desk are neatly arranged to fit the space.
You think it's strange again. The furniture arrangement is so conventional that it seems placed exactly according to a real estate floor plan. You can't shake the feeling that it's imitating something.
And the slight discomfort comes from how slightly clumsy that imitation is. If it had imitated human presence just a little less perfectly, it might have genuinely felt like someone actually lived here.
But this was a 101 percent room. One that imitated human presence so well it exceeded 100 percent, where that 1 percent error created extreme awkwardness that made your spine tingle.
"......"
So who created such an unnaturally artificial room? It's the female student who's now creaking the door open and entering behind you.
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Several hours earlier, when Eun Yubin was having her S-class meltdown. After sending Yubin and that half-elf away, In Seyeon returned to the Dormitory.
Seyeon took off her jacket, gathered her pajamas, and headed to the shower. The early bath felt somehow awkward. Normally, she would only wash after spending a long, intense time mingling bodies with Yubin.
After showering, Seyeon returned to her room in simple attire and sat on the chair. Then a book began to slowly appear on the desk like a fade-in video effect. On its black leather cover was written a title, the letters so impossibly squiggly they looked more like drawings than text. Seyeon picked up the book and immediately began reading.
How much time had passed like this when Seyeon let out a deep sigh. She simply couldn't concentrate. Though her pupils rapidly scanned the letters, the meaning wouldn't enter her mind, causing her to repeatedly skim the same pages.
Seyeon finally bit her lower lip and flung the book away haphazardly. The flying book stopped abruptly mid-air, then disappeared without a trace.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Seyeon eventually slumped listlessly over the desk. Not caring that her chest was being squished soft front and back, Seyeon pressed her forehead right into the desk. A cute thud sound occurred.
She had to admit it. "I'm irritated right now," Seyeon muttered to herself. Thinking about the reason, it was obviously because Yubin wasn't by her side right now.
In Seyeon's opinion, the current Yubin was someone she really wanted to possess completely. Her cool yet cute appearance mismatched with how extremely poor she was, which was adorable. Though she always glared with sharp eyes saying things like "I hate you," "get lost," or "you crazy bitch," if Seyeon gently hugged her, her eyes would melt and she'd rub her face against Seyeon's chest, and when collared, she'd cutely giggle and immediately kneel to lovingly plant kisses on Seyeon's feet - a sight both incredibly lewd and lovable.
Seyeon loved that gap. While normally pretty and beautiful things were nice too, if such a girl had some mismatching attribute, it tended to strongly attract her. If Seyeon had seen Yubin eating pork bone soup, she would've fallen even harder.
That was one reason Seyeon kept tormenting and bullying Yubin. If she deliberately made Yubin extremely irritated, then within minutes touched her everywhere to make her disgracefully squirt love juice... Yubin would ultimately realize she had no choice but to surrender to pleasure, and Seyeon could see her beloved gap - it was killing two birds with one stone for her.
But always forcing it like that might be Seyeon's weakness. Though it's obvious, Yubin was developing antipathy toward Seyeon because of such behavior, making her hesitate to take another step forward.
Seyeon wasn't completely unaware of Yubin's feelings. Yubin wanted Seyeon to love her. Even though Seyeon had conditioned her through hypnosis and made her body irreversibly lewd and sensitive, she strangely wanted to be loved. Seyeon could lightly guess that this near-obsessive desire stemmed from Yubin's personal circumstances and past wounds that she didn't yet know in detail.
But Seyeon couldn't help it. The primal desire to subjugate someone and make them kneel was something thickly stuck to the ancient blood inherited from her mother. That blood constantly circulated through Seyeon's mind without resting for even a second, making her head warmly heated.
Perhaps because of this, Seyeon somewhat felt like an addict trampling Yubin, but that didn't mean she felt any guilt for such wicked acts. Rather, she felt joyful and happy. The moment Yubin first formally called her "Master-nim," explosive joy surged to the top of her head until she nearly fainted. So one could only see it as Seyeon tormenting Yubin by her clear will.
Ultimately, both had twisted hearts. One pursued healthy love with a wounded heart, while the other pursued sick love with a healthy heart.
"Yubin-ah."
As if trying not to be heard by anyone, Seyeon quietly called the girl's name, her lips moving slightly.
'I know what you want, and what you don't want. What you truly hate isn't my tormenting.'
Though it sounds strange, the process of Yubin being toyed with by Seyeon isn't the worst moment for her. If there's a time Yubin would truly feel it's the end, it's the moment Seyeon no longer feels any interest in Yubin. She fears that thorough indifference, as if looking at some toy-like object.
Yubin settles in, in a way, while possibility still exists. Always muttering in her head 'Maybe at the very last moment Seyeon will truly love me,' she faithfully goes to Seyeon's room every day at 7 PM to become an love juice sprayer. Despite her personality confusion.
Personality - that word blossoms fluffy in Seyeon's mind. It was indeed Seyeon's intention to hypnotize Yubin as if separating her personality. And that good Yubin wriggled and flirted coquettishly, perfectly matching Seyeon's tastes. Every time she saw that Yubin, Seyeon felt extremely satisfied. Though it strangely bothered her that Yubin performed better than expected, since she wasn't resisting, Seyeon just accepted it. After all, things would go as she controlled.
Seyeon kept thinking about Yubin's cute, lovable, and lewd appearances, grinning foolishly as if drunk. Tomorrow night, no, not even night - she wanted to hug her immediately after arriving at school in the morning. Tormenting both the bad Yubin and good Yubin had its own flavor.
While continuing such lewd fantasies for a while, Seyeon suddenly frowned at a subtly rising foreign sensation.
Something moist and sticky was felt in her lower body.
Bolting upright from the chair, Seyeon muttered "No way..." with a sudden flashing thought, pulled down her pants, and inserted slightly trembling fingers inside her underwear.
When she pulled her hand out, a slightly sticky transparent liquid formed a string stretching out.
"Huh...?"
That was definitely love juice.
"......"
Seyeon froze like ice in that position, too dumbfounded to move. So it kept appearing. The clear love juice pooled on her fingertips.
This was a first in Seyeon's life.
"Ha, really me......"
Letting out a hollow, empty laugh, Seyeon clenched her fist tightly. A strange sense of humiliation subtly spread like steam from deep within her heart. The thought 'Me, just from imagination?' circled hundreds of times in Seyeon's mind. Hot breath escaped.
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How long had she been frozen like a stone when suddenly a messenger notification sound allowed Seyeon to barely regain her senses. Cold sweat had poured down her entire body during that time, causing Seyeon's unique succubus-like peculiar sweet scent to waft around.
Seyeon exhaled once with a huff, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, then picked up her phone, turned on the screen to see what notification had arrived.
[Yubin♥: (Photo)]
'A photo?'
Why a photo all of a sudden? More importantly, what could have happened for Yubin - who terribly hates me (laughs) - to message first?
Thinking such thoughts, Seyeon opened the messenger app and entered her chat with Yubin.
What appeared before Seyeon's eyes then was......
"...What is this."
A selfie of Yubin wearing that lewd slip she'd gifted her, kneeling politely with eyes closed, her small mouth open wide with a bee~, tongue extended with sticky drool flowing.
