Please Stop Crying, You Pathetic Pussy
In the empty lecture hall, I glared at Song Seung-jun with everything I had.
Song Seung-jun had a plump build and a messy mop of hair. He was the kind of ordinary guy you saw everywhere around campus.
“What?”
When the crowd cleared out and we were left alone, his timid demeanor vanished. He tried to hold his arrogant pose, but still flinched a little.
“You heard me call you Bus-chan, right?”
“So what?”
“Hah? When people curse you out from behind, don’t you apologize?”
“Calling me Bus-chan is a fact, not an insult.”
Song Seung-jun was the exact type of guy I used to be before I became a copycat. I didn’t care about the truth; I just believed whatever I wanted and acted like it was gospel. That kind of selfish prick who never thought about how his words would hurt someone else’s feelings. The kind of guy you see every day throwing out “facts” like it’s nothing.
He probably thought even if the words stung, it was fine as long as he labeled them “facts.” A cool-kid type built on inferiority and jealousy. Back when I was just a hater before I turned into a copycat, I used to do the same thing. I’d pick out the successful ones and treat their friends like parasites.
But after I started living in the real world, I realized every successful person, and even the people next to them, were all hunters. And now that I was here… I had to admit the kind of parasite I hated the most was me, a copycat like Song Seung-jun.
“Even if you call it a fact, you should at least phrase it carefully.”
“Why?”
“Because the listener’s feelings matter.”
“Stop acting like a queen bee.”
“Hah, if I had zero skills, would I even be in Park Youngkwon’s party?”
“You have skills. Being a woman is a skill.”
“What?”
“You sucked his dick and got in, right?”
“……”
Hm…
When you put it like that, I guess it checks out.
“Looks like you’re right. I did suck him off, didn’t I?”
“Shut up.”
“Then I guess you gave him head?”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll call Park Youngkwon over and let him judge for himself if you’re really a Bus-chan or not.”
“Why the hell are you calling him?”
The moment I mentioned Park Youngkwon’s name, Song Seung-jun’s pupils shook violently. He looked like a deer staring at a lion—body trembling, spirit crushed. Just like me with strong opponents and strong with weak ones. It felt like staring into the mirror of my old self, and it made my stomach turn.
“Scared now?”
“……”
“I didn’t do anything to be scared.”
“Stop pretending, you pathetic cunt.”
“W-what? Pathetic?”
“That’s right. You pathetic idiot.”
“You damn—!”
Song Seung-jun exploded the second I said “pathetic.” He scowled and lunged at me. I yelped in surprise and rolled across the floor to dodge.
“You crazy bastard…!”
“You fucking bitch! Get over here!”
His aggressive shout echoed through the lecture hall. I sprinted toward the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Like it was magically sealed.
“Why won’t this door open…!”
“Can’t even break a sealing skill? Pathetic.”
“Open it already, you pathetic idiot!”
“You damn bitch…! You need a dick in your mouth to shut up.”
Song Seung-jun kept inching closer. My body and mind screamed with tension. I clenched my shaking hands, raised my guard, and glared back.
“Raising your guard? What a joke.”
“G-get away… don’t touch my body…!”
“You’re shaking like a bitch.”
“What the hell is there to be scared of, you pathetic idiot…!”
His voice shook even though his words were bold. Maybe because of the situation I was in. Instead of getting angry, he just smirked darkly and stopped right in front of me.
“Get out of my way…!”
Thud!
My fist slammed straight into his chest. It was the first time I’d ever punched anyone in my life.
Song Seung-jun laughed mockingly at my weak punch and grabbed my collar.
“Pfft… what? You wanna give me a blowjob?”
“L-let go…!”
I couldn’t loosen his thick grip and just whimpered.
No matter how many punches or kicks I threw, Song Seung-jun didn’t even flinch. My weak body—barely a sexy toy—couldn’t help at all.
He let go of my collar and shoved me hard. I tumbled backward and hit the floor with a crash.
“You wear pure white panties like you’re some innocent virgin.”
“Don’t look…!”
“Just wait. I’ll fuck you soon.”
Song Seung-jun started unzipping his pants.
Why was this happening again?
“Since you called me a pathetic loser, I’ll fuck you properly.”
Crack!
Just as he was about to pull his pants down, the lecture hall door burst open with a loud bang. I turned my head blankly toward it and there stood Park Youngkwon—looking even more handsome than usual today.
He gave Song Seung-jun a questioning look.
“Who the hell are you?”
“P-Park Youngkwon…? He really came…?”
“Who are you?”
“You fucking shit…!”
Crack!
Park Youngkwon kicked out at the fleeing Song Seung-jun. It looked like he just tapped his foot, but Song Seung-jun was blasted across the room and slammed into the opposite wall.
Still dazed, Song Seung-jun was slowly approached by Park Youngkwon. The evil smile on his face made my whole body tremble. Maybe because of the engraved fear—it felt strangely good.
“What the hell are you doing to my toy…?”
“S-sorry…!”
“You were gonna fuck him?”
“N-no! We were just fighting…!”
“Fighting? With who?”
“U-um… we got into an argument…”
Good. He looked pathetic in front of Park Youngkwon.
“You pathetic loser! The second Park Youngkwon showed up you couldn’t do shit!”
I grinned as meanly as I could, enjoying watching him squirm.
“Idiot. I told you I was coming. Why are you acting so cocky?”
“……”
Song Seung-jun hung his head, speechless.
But Park Youngkwon was different.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?”
“Did you sell my name? That’s why you came here, right?”
“No, it’s not like that. He kept picking fights with me saying I took the bus in the dungeon.”
“That’s true, though. We took the bus in that dungeon.”
“It is true, but he kept cursing at me, so…”
“Explain everything properly.”
I told Park Youngkwon every single detail about what had happened with Song Seung-jun. After listening for a while, Park Youngkwon cast a healing magic on the fallen guy and helped him up.
“You did wrong.”
His gaze was completely different from what I expected. He wasn’t looking at Song Seung-jun—he was looking at me.
“Me? I did wrong? What did I do?”
“Taking the bus is true. And calling someone pathetic when they’re actually pathetic deserves anger.”
“A-ah! He said I sucked his dick and joined the party or something!”
“That’s not true.”
“He also called me a whore…!”
“Sucking cock and calling you a whore are both facts.”
“Don’t say things like that…!”
Song Seung-jun and I stared at Park Youngkwon at the same time. Song Seung-jun was shocked too, his eyes wide and matching mine in size.
Park Youngkwon brushed Song Seung-jun’s clothes and spoke.
“Sorry my toy caused trouble.”
“I-it’s fine… I did something wrong too…”
“You should’ve just let it go. It’d be weird otherwise.”
“Huh?”
“I’m gonna punish my toy.”
Park Youngkwon brought his thumb and index finger together in a slapping gesture and showed it to me.
“You want me to slap him while he’s watching?”
“Two slaps.”
“What the hell…!”
“Three.”
“Here in front of him…?”
“Ten.”
“Hah, I’ll do it!”
As soon as I heard “ten,” I immediately pulled my panties down and flipped up my skirt, sticking my ass right in front of Park Youngkwon.
I grabbed my own butt cheeks and spread the lips that were already dripping wet.
“Ha…”
Song Seung-jun stared with wide eyes at the two holes gaping open, then let out a sigh.
“Before I punish you, slap him five times first.”
“I-I…?”
“That’s right. You called him pathetic five times.”
“That’s true…”
“But you’re still counting, huh?”
“It feels bad…”
“Good. The angrier you are, the harder you slap with your palm. All the holes belong to me.”
“U-um… is it okay if I really hit him?”
“It’s just slapping your ass.”
Park Youngkwon, without even asking, gave me permission to spank Song Seung-jun.
My face burned with shame, my pussy dripping down my thighs, but I couldn’t stop my hands from spreading wider.
I hated the unfairness and complained to Park Youngkwon.
“Why…! I should be the one getting hit…!”
“Twenty slaps.”
“Ugh…”
“Every time you hit him, you have to say out loud: ‘Sorry for mocking the pathetic pussy Bus-chan for being a loser.’”
“Ugh… yeah…”
Song Seung-jun was strangely happy with the situation. He approached me with a weird laugh.
“Pfft… fuck… you’re done for. Hands down.”
“P-please… slowly…”
I lowered my hands spreading my ass. I even pulled my hips back a little to make it easier for him.
Crack♡
“Kyaaaah! It hurts!”
Song Seung-jun brought his full swing down on my ass.
Clearly he meant it. Was his revenge lust stronger than his sexual desire?
“Apologize properly.”
Park Youngkwon stabbed me with a cold voice.
I trembled and got back into position.
Crack♡
“N-nooo! Sorry for mocking the pathetic pussy Bus-chan for being a loser!”
Crack♡
“Haaah… sorry for mocking the pathetic… pussy Bus-chan for being a loser!”
Pshshsh♡ Pshshshsh♡
Without any mercy, Song Seung-jun’s slaps made my pussy juice splatter everywhere.