It's Unfair to Suffer This Much Just for Copying Someone Else's Work

A metallic click rang out as something cold snapped shut around my neck.

"Why are you putting this on me...? What even is this?!"

"It's a gag item. A dog collar, literally."

"That's not what I asked! Why are you putting it on me?!"

"Thought it'd be fun."

He could at least give me a proper explanation. The name alone was suspicious enough to make my stomach drop.

"I put it on you, so that makes me the owner, right?"

"Owner? What are you talking about?"

"Bark."

"Woof woof!"

"Sit."

"Nngh! Woof!"

My body moved on its own the instant Park Youngkwon spoke. I dropped into a crouch with both hands held up against my chest — an unbearably cute little pose.

That's a puppy sit.

And why are my hands up? Don't dogs usually put their paws on the ground when they sit?

"It actually works."

"Why does an item like this even exist...?"

"Some pervert made it, obviously."

"Um... could you maybe take it off...?"

"Why would I? We agreed you'd take every item that dropped."

"I never said I'd use them..."

"It looks good on you. It's fine."

I clawed at the collar, trying to tear it off, but it wouldn't budge no matter how hard I pulled.

"How am I supposed to live my life wearing this...?"

"Relax. I read the item description. Nobody can see it except the owner."

"Then show me the description too!"

That familiar tone. Those emoticons.

So you're the one who stuffed this damn collar in the box...

"Hmm... so it only lasts a week. Shame."

"Can you please take it off?"

"No."

"Why do you keep doing this to me?!"

"Hm?"

"Hic...! I haven't even done anything to you, so why are you tormenting me like this?!"

Tears of grievance spilled down my face and soaked my cheeks. I cried so that Park Youngkwon would see exactly how much this was hurting me. Every humiliation I had been swallowing down finally burst out all at once.

Even if I had made a mistake, having to endure this kind of disgrace was going too far. Just because I had copied someone else's work and made money off it — suffering this much was unfair.

"I just like it, that's all."

"What...?"

"Your reactions when I mess with you are ridiculously cute."

"What is that even supposed to..."

"You like me too, don't you? You jerked off with my underwear and everything."

"Ah..."

I could see how he'd think that. I had nothing to say back.

"There's not a guy alive who'd turn down a girl like you saying she likes him."

"I'm not interested in dating a man!"

"I don't want to date either. Sex is the goal."

Was he really allowed to just toss out a line like that? A normal woman would have slapped him across the face. Only Park Youngkwon could get away with it.

Is this how alpha males make a pass?

Talking like that to someone who supposedly liked you was strange. Park Youngkwon was the male lead and I was a heroine, but the reason he was drawn to me was probably just the novel's setting. In my whole life, I had never met anyone who actually liked me.

Whatever the reason, the situation I was in now was agony. Sex gave my body satisfaction, but it always dragged my mind down into pleasure, scrambled it, and left me hollowed out. The way I was starting to take his cock without resistance, little by little — it felt like the process of forgetting myself. Like smoking. Like a drug. Sex was slowly eating away at my mind.

"Th-then... treat me a little more gently."

"Don't wanna."

"Why?!"

"How I use my onahole is my business."

"I'm not an onahole!"

"Yes, you are."

He'd just said he liked me, and now I was an onahole? I couldn't make heads or tails of this protagonist.

"You don't even need to put this thing on me. I'll do what you say anyway because of those photos... so take it off!"

"You're being loud. Sit."

"Woof!"

"Stand."

"Woof! I told you to stop this! I don't want to— woof!"

A sharp smack cracked across my ass—♡

"Nnngh! You're not supposed to hit my aaaaass!"

A hot, humiliating gush burst out of me—♡ Then another spurt—♡ And another—♡

Don't you dare start spraying in a serious moment, you perverted body!

"You say you hate it, but one smack on the ass and you're already making a puddle."

"Nnngh...! That's because I'm sensitive..."

"I'm heading out first. Got a lot to do."

"Haaahn..."

"See you tomorrow."

"Woof...♡"

Crying from both ends. Even after Park Youngkwon left, slick kept dripping out of my pussy in a thin, steady trickle. I used meditation to cool my body down before I could finally head back to the dorm.

If it weren't for Jeong Su-ah, I would have had to come back naked. I needed to thank her later.

The love juices that had dried on my thighs felt disgusting, so I showered first and then collapsed onto my bed. The collar vanished while I was in the shower, then drifted back around my neck like a hologram the moment I stepped out.

"Author."

"Don't 'long time no see' me... You're the one who made this collar, aren't you?"

"The description alone gave you away. Your taste is seriously unhinged."

"Shut up... More importantly — is Park Youngkwon only into me because of the setting?"

"'Part of it'?"

"Then why does he keep tormenting me?"

"What kind of setting makes him do that?"

"Can you delete that setting...?"

"I thought you and I made up...?"

"What did you even suffer?"

I talked her down and listened to the rest. Apparently, because of me, the Author had been mistaken for my copycat. It made sense — I had copied her work the moment she posted a new novel. The upload dates were the same, so of course people couldn't tell who had copied whom. The publisher eventually figured out that I was the copycat, but the haters had stuck around.

"Well, what can you do. I had to eat too..."

"Copying is a skill too."

"I'm sorry! Don't do that zap thing!"

"Now what...?"

"You're adding a setting to me?"

"Hey! Don't—!"

Those words hit me like a thunderbolt. Things were already hard enough — and she wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠make them harder? I remembered how much I'd suffered the last time I got that scent-addiction debuff.

"Author, please... I'm begging you. I really am reflecting."

"One week will be plenty, thank you."

The A-Class classroom.

"The top score for this dungeon practicum goes to Yoo Hana."

"Huh? Me?"

"That's right. Fastest dungeon clear. There's a reward, so come up here."

I was stunned. I hadn't actually done anything — Park Youngkwon had just beaten every monster into the ground, and that was the end of it. The top student really was on another level.

"Congratulations."

"Ah — thanks, Helena... but I just got carried the whole time..."

"Getting along with your teammates is a skill too."

"Haha..."

Helena, sitting beside me as always, was beautiful today too. Hearing her congratulations while breathing in her scent made me feel like I could float right out of my chair. She was rank one in A-Class, and yet she congratulated me for taking the top practicum score without a hint of jealousy. Helena really did have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a kind heart.

I started down the stairs toward the professor to collect my reward.

"Leech bitch."

A small voice, just loud enough to catch as I descended. I locked onto the guy who said it without missing a beat.

"Analysis."

"Holy shit... jackpot.... Confirm!"

Getting into a party by spreading your legs is the opposite of fair and square.

Yeah. I could definitely feel the quest difficulty going up.

"Yoo Hana, what are you doing? Get down here!"

"Ah, sorry!"

I had gotten completely absorbed in Growth Acceleration. I hurried down the rest of the stairs and stopped in front of the instructor.

Muscle gorilla... walking sex monster...

Our homeroom teacher had the kind of face you'd only find on a doujin site, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he was terrifying no matter how many times I looked at him. Heroines who caught the eye of guys like him always ended up thoroughly corrupted. I needed to be careful...

"Take it."

"Thank you. Um... what is this?"

"A bath bomb."

"Pardon?"

"The chairman is fond of bath bombs."

"Ah... I see..."

I had actually thought he was going to hand me some kind of artifact.

"Don't look so disappointed. It's enchanted with skin-improvement magic and recovery magic."

"Oh...! Thank you!"

"Back to your seat."

"Yes!"

On my way back up the stairs, I stopped in front of Song Seung-jun.

"Hey."

"Huh? Me?"

Song Seung-jun asked back, flustered. Guess it was awkward having the person you'd just insulted standing right in front of you.

"Yeah. You. Come see me in a bit."