Chapter 289
Chapter 289
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Weapons at the Ready
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My ears almost fell off.
I frowned, and Park Seoyoon seemed to realize her mistake, quickly clamping her mouth shut.
"Why'd you yell like that all of a sudden?"
"Well... isn't that just too cruel?"
"It's just a lump of silicone. What's cruel about it?"
I put on an utterly clueless expression, and her face gradually filled with horror.
She started rolling her eyes desperately, trying to survive.
"S-still, it looks just like that down there, and you're talking about cutting it with scissors? That's pitiful!"
"Pitiful?"
"Think about it. You wouldn't chop off the arms and legs of a doll just because it's hard to throw away, right?"
"True enough."
"Right!?"
Park Seoyoon spat out her words fervently, saliva flying unnoticed.
But my indifferent expression made her attach all sorts of reasons, gesturing wildly for survival.
"Plus, it's a gift from someone. It'd be a waste to use it just once and toss it. You might end up liking it after a few tries."
"Tossing someone else's gift after one day does feel a bit off. Especially when they put thought into it."
"Exactly! That's just basic courtesy to the giver."
"Alright, then. I'll keep it around like you said."
"Great idea!"
She nodded vigorously, her face lighting up instantly.
I felt a twinge of guilt seeing her quietly sigh in relief, thinking she'd survived.
To an outsider, it might look like a heartwarming conversation, but the reality was far from it.
A brutal scene could unfold from my terrifying thoughts, while Park Seoyoon appealed desperately to how good her pussy felt to prevent it.
She even suggested I might enjoy it after a few more uses.
'Did I scare her too much? It felt like "say something convincing or die" territory.'
I'd only meant it as a joke, but to her, it seemed like a life-or-death threat.
I knew the connection auto-disconnected under severe shock, but she didn't.
The info gap was unavoidable.
Seeing the goosebumps on her arms, I decided to change the subject.
I spoke lightly, teasingly on purpose.
"But you sure talk openly about this stuff with a guy. Adult toys and all."
"Pfft, we're all grown adults. What's there to be shy about? And sometimes you gotta know how to enjoy yourself solo."
"You're a celebrity. Gotta watch statements like that. You're famous, after all."
"Don't worry. Don't worry. We're not your average friends. You wouldn't go blabbing, right, Woojin?"
We weren't average, true.
We had each other's genitals as hostages in this intricate relationship.
Our eyes flickered with the same thought for a moment.
But it passed quickly, and she flashed her usual bright smile.
"I'm super open-minded with a big heart, so we can talk about anything."
"Yeah, I can see that."
"If you've got some issue you're suffering over alone, feel free to book a consultation."
"Nothing like that."
"You never know. Might pop up later?"
She said it meaningfully, glancing at my dick.
It all pinged on my radar, but I pretended not to notice and stepped toward the elevator.
"Anyway, shall we head to school? We're in the same class, right?"
*
[Popular Idol Park Seoyoon Found Dead at Home. Cause: Excessive Genital Bleeding. Autopsy Shows Blade Marks, Pointing Strongly to Revenge Sexual Assault...]
For a split second, that headline flashed in Park Seoyoon's mind.
She'd come to bloom in her twenties, but instead of flowering, she was withering at the seed stage.
'Is this karma for playing with that dildo for days? Why this trial now...'
A bit of regret hit her, but the water was spilled.
She had to survive.
Her brain, sensing mortal danger, spun faster than ever.
She had to say anything to stop Woojin from tossing the onahole.
Tears in her eyes, she blurted out whatever came to mind.
Moments later, her persuasion worked—he nodded.
'I'm saved! But... am I really?'
She'd only dodged the immediate crisis; the problem remained.
Without access to the onahole, the same could happen anytime, anywhere.
And in her panic, she'd even said that.
'Use it a few more times...? Have I lost my mind?'
She sneaked a glance at the silhouette bulging through his pants, even unerect.
A monstrous length that could pierce to the navel, thickness to fill her completely.
Just imagining it made her lower belly tingle and throb.
If that entered her fragile pussy, it'd shatter for sure.
Well, entering might be okay.
Seeing he'd been with Shin Ayoung and Yoon Hye-yoon, it seemed bearable—hell, they moaned in pleasure.
'But my precious first time as an onahole...?!!'
Not confirming love in a romantic spot with someone she liked.
No time to nitpick now, but even one of those would've been a mercy.
The guy next door grabs the onahole absentmindedly to back out of home stuff.
No sticky, hot intimacy for her pleasure—just mechanical up-and-down strokes.
She screams in pain, but he'll never know it's her.
He ravages her virgin insides mercilessly and cums inside.
Then Park Woojin goes about his day after relieving his urges.
'I have to stop that...! Whatever it takes!'
The more she thought, the more horrifying it got.
Worst of all: being just a lust disposal tool.
She'd rather become a virgin ghost.
Clenching her fists, she glared at Park Woojin's carefree back.
'Absolutely not. This is my pride—I'd die before letting it happen.'
Time was short.
As she brainstormed countermeasures, a past variety show popped into her head.
A quiz where her team lasted long.
One was an idiom: Strike first to subdue the enemy.
That ancient wisdom pierced her brain, leading to one conclusion.
'If I drain him dry with the dildo as much as possible, he won't have the energy left for the onahole, right?'
Brilliant. She clapped unconsciously.
Ignoring my backward glance of confusion, she sank into a trance.
'Even if schedule prevents it, I can help him fuck his girlfriends! No way he'd use an onahole then.'
She even planned a 2-night, 3-day trip over the weekend if possible.
No lunatic takes an onahole on a girlfriend trip.
That'd buy her at least a few safe days.
Once the floodgates opened, plans poured out like a waterfall.
Her frustration eased, she beamed and waved at the neighbor guy.
"Woojin, I forgot something at home, so you go ahead!"
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What the hell's wrong with that crazy bitch now?
She wore a grave expression alone, then suddenly lit up with joy.
Clapped, even did a little shoulder dance like she was thrilled.
Now she's saying she forgot something and heading home.
I scratched my head watching Park Seoyoon dash back.
'Was threatening to shred her pussy that shocking?'
I'd buy temporary insanity.
If she was heading to a mental ward instead of home, it'd make sense.
Still, loyalty meant waiting.
Plenty of time before class.
I scanned for a seat and found a nice wall ledge at kid height to kill time.
Bzzt.
Phone in hand, a familiar scene popped up.
Park Seoyoon grinning slyly, pulling a dildo from the drawer.
"Found it. Was gonna skip today to avoid suspicion on the same day/time, but no choice..."
She stuffed it in her bag and bolted out.
Three minutes later, she came running back.
"Huh!? You didn't go ahead?"
"Same class. Would be boring alone."
"I made a good friend. Truly touching."
We bantered—sincere or fake, who knew—as we headed to school.
Screech.
Not many empty seats with class nearing.
But thanks to Park Seoyoon?
Everyone remembered her last time, so the back row was empty.
Naturally, we headed to our previous spot.
I set my bag down and spaced out when she leaned toward me.
"Isn't it weird only this spot's empty? Like it's reserved for us."
"Maybe it's branded the celebrity reserved seat in people's heads? You sat here last time."
"Works for me, but... how about it? Scored a good spot thanks to me?"
"Finally found one useful thing about you."
"...Let's break up our friendship."
She huffed, turning back and flopping face-down on the desk.
She hid her view with her collar, fiddling with something.
Soon, stimulation hit my dick.
Too obvious this time—no surprise.
I shifted posture calmly, staring at the distant professor.
No reaction from me, so her eyes flicked sideways.
Her strokes on the glans sped up, growing insistent.
She seemed eager for my fluster, but last class covered that.
As her gaze locked on, I slipped a hand into my bag.
A soft, squishy handful.
'You're not the only one who brought a weapon.'