Chapter 21
As soon as I hear his low, hoarse voice, gooseflesh rises all over me, and the strength drains from my hands.
What do I do, what do I do.
It's nighttime.
It's the middle of the night.
There's no one to help me, either.
“I asked what you're doing⋯.”
“⋯.”
He grabs my wrist and pulls me up.
Whether fortunately or unfortunately, my phone wasn't in my hand because all my strength had drained away.
It's okay. I can make an excuse this way.
Just from my voice, it sounds like I just woke up, so it'll be okay.
Think.
Think⋯.
“Why were you rummaging through someone else's pocket?”
“⋯Y-you touched my breasts too⋯.”
“Ah, is that what you mean?”
In my haste, I blurted out whatever excuse came to mind, and the groggy Kang Joo-hyuk suddenly burst into loud laughter and pulled me into a tighter embrace.
Until I could hardly breathe.
Tight.
“What the hell. I held back because you told me not to do anything weird. What am I supposed to do if you start doing something weird?”
“Something weird⋯?”
He moves my clenched wrist back to where it had been earlier.
He laces his fingers with mine and slips our joined hands into his pocket.
Deep.
All the way inside.
“Hey, stop⋯!”
“You should've told me if you wanted to touch it. I can let you touch as much as you want.”
Through the fabric of his pants, I can feel the underwear he bought at the convenience store.
Inside it, I can feel the outline of something thick and disgustingly large,
a manhood even thicker than the obscene thing I'd seen on Kang Joo-hyuk's phone earlier.
D-disgusting⋯.
“Isn't secretly touching a man's dick while he's sleeping a little too sleazy?”
“No, I-I wasn't⋯!”
“Then why were you rummaging through someone else's pocket? Looking for my wallet or something⋯?”
“That wasn't it either⋯.”
“If it wasn't that, then it was this⋯. Tell me honestly.”
I want to deny it somehow, but the more I answer, the deeper I sink.
His questions, asked jokingly with a smirk, squeeze my heart tight.
⋯Which answer will make Kang Joo-hyuk let it go?
If I obediently admit I was going through his phone,
⋯.
No.
I'll really die.
“I woke up while I was sleeping. And my hand was there⋯.”
“Did you have sex with me in a dream or something?”
“No, no! It wasn't that⋯.”
“Then do you want to do it now? Since you're already awake.”
“Ah, wait, let go⋯!”
In the end, I fumble through with a pathetic excuse, but Kang Joo-hyuk ignores me and slides his hand inside my clothes.
His hard, callused fingers brush over my belly fat.
They crawl up my skin like an insect until they finally reach my bra.
Then he feels around my back looking for the hook, and the moment he realizes it's the kind of bra without one, he gives me a little shove onto my side.
“Raise your hands. I'll take it off.”
“Wait, wait, stop⋯!”
“Raise them.”
Before I can squirm in confusion, he climbs onto my back while I'm lying facedown.
He pulls both my arms upward and takes off my T-shirt.
It comes off.
Once it's halfway off, he slips his hands into my bra as well and takes that off along with it.
Before I even have time to resist, in an instant,
I'm left half-naked before him.
“Hey, Kang Joo-hyuk⋯!”
“Wow, you. You were this big while wearing a bra like that? Fuck, seriously⋯.”
“Ah, I only wear that to sleep⋯.”
“You know the clerk at the convenience store was glaring like hell at you, right? You were wearing this then too, weren't you?”
When I turn my head back, he's twirling my gray sports bra around one finger.
It would've been better if it had been too dark to see, but my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and burned that humiliating sight into my mind.
“Don't wear shit like this. From now on, wear something sexy even when you sleep. Or don't wear anything. That'd be better.”
“Why should I⋯. Mmph⋯.”
He doesn't even give me time to answer, slams my head into the pillow, then throws off his shirt.
By the time I turn my head back, he's already thrown off his underwear too, looking down at me with the manhood he'd touched earlier bobbing and an expression that says he's about to devour me.
“We've already done it four times today, but this is the first time a woman has tried seducing me again. It's your first time and you're not tired?”
“W-who seduced you⋯!”
I hear clothes tumbling onto the floor, followed by the sound of even the phone in his pocket hitting the ground.
I should be relieved that the greatest danger has passed, but the dizzying pleasure that had melted my brain comes rushing back.
“You seduced me by touching my dick. ⋯By waking me up and asking me to fuck you.”
My whole body is already trembling, and my heart is pounding.
No.
No more, no more⋯.
“You made a huge fuss when I bought condoms earlier. ⋯It did hurt less when I fucked you without one and took your virginity, right?”
“No⋯! That's not it!”
“Want me to fuck you without a condom? I've never done it bareback either. I'm afraid of STDs.”
“Stop, let go⋯!”
“But you had no experience, so you should be fine, right? Ah, you don't have to worry about me. I go to the hospital whenever I get bored, so I've had everything checked.”
The man pinning my body down now reaches for my pants.
He grabs my panties too, pulls them down a little in one motion, and gives my protruding butt a sharp smack.
It probably wasn't even that hard, but his large, hard hand makes it hurt.
It hurts and feels heavy when he immediately grabs hold of it after the smack.
⋯Knowing exactly what is going to happen to me,
I am even more afraid.
“Lift your knees. I'll take them off.”
“I told you, it's not like that, seriously⋯!”
“Ah, seriously. Fine, fine. I'll go get condoms, so stay undressed. If you don't take them off, I'll just force them off, okay?”
“⋯.”
He thrusts an absolutely unacceptable fact in front of me, forcing me to choose the lesser of two evils: a lie.
His voice is still low and hoarse, as if he's sleepy, but there isn't even a trace of drowsiness in those lewd touches.
⋯Seriously, what a sex-crazed fucking pervert⋯.
That fucking pervert even turns on the light before leaving my room.
Left on the bed in a humiliating state, I struggle to sit up, let out trembling breaths, and eventually take off my clothes.
⋯He'll strip me anyway if I just lie still.
Better for me to take them off than let a man like that do it.
When I pick up my clothes and throw them onto the floor, I get the disgusting feeling that they'll become tangled up with the clothes he'd taken off and soak up his smell.
Just like,
me before long.
“It's good that you're naked, but why are you sitting there with your back turned?”
“Because I want to⋯.”
As I sit on the bed with my back turned, he climbs onto it, his voice full of a snicker.
He slips a hand into my armpit, touches my breast once,
traces my ribs and prods my navel, then tries to touch even lower.
I want to knock his hand away, but it would be pointless.
⋯How violent and enormous this man is,
my body remembers perfectly.
“How should I fuck you? From behind? Or facing each other?”
“⋯Do whatever you want⋯.”
“Oh, really? Then I'll lie down, and you can climb on top? Since you got horny and touched my dick, that seems better.”
“Climb, climb on top⋯?”
“You don't know the cowgirl position? Then again, you haven't had sex, so how would you know any positions?”
He had been touching me while I trembled violently, but suddenly said something difficult to understand, then lay down on the bed.
Then he tossed a box to me and pointed at his manhood with his finger.
“Put it on first. Ah, but you have to get it hard before you put it on. Want to stroke it with your hand? You won't understand if I call it a handjob, will you?”
“A-a handjob⋯?”
“Jerk it for me. You've masturbated before, haven't you? Masturbation, masturbation.”
That man, spouting every vulgar word imaginable and looking at me with cute eyes, annoyed me so much.
I was annoyed, but I was afraid.
⋯I was scared he'd shove it into my mouth if I didn't touch it.
What is this?
Get it hard?
I know what “erection” means⋯.
It gets bigger, right?
⋯It gets bigger?
This?
Come to think of it, it does seem a little smaller than before⋯.
“Don't just stare at it. Will you touch it for me? Let's get this over with so I can sleep. You must be tired too, right?”
“⋯.”
Swept along by Kang Joo-hyuk, who kept urging me on, my hand moved toward his manhood of its own accord.
Rather than hot⋯, it was warm, and the shaft was soft and pliable.
The moment I touched it, I pulled away in surprise, but when I grabbed it again, I could feel the soft thing gradually growing firm.
⋯What?
I only touched it⋯.
“Yeah, hold it like that and stroke it. Slowly. All it needs is to get hard.”
“L-like this⋯?”
“Yeah. You can use both hands too. Your hands are small, after all.”
“⋯.”
I grip his grotesque shaft, growing harder by the moment, with both hands and move them up and down.
The more I stroke it, the larger it grows little by little, and just as he said, his manhood rises.
Even the tip, which had been bone-dry, twitches and spits out some sticky, unpleasant fluid.
⋯Th-this kind of thing was inside me, just
churning around like that.
Eek⋯.
“⋯Don't you even watch porn?”
“I-I-I do! Look, I do, I know at least that much⋯.”
“Why are you acting like you're seeing a dick for the first time at your age? This is driving me crazy.”
It wasn't that I didn't know what a d⋯ick was.
Just, well.
That the tip was a little swollen.
That it was shaped like a shaft with two balls attached.
That it had some hair, like me.
I knew that much too!
But I didn't know it would be like this⋯,
with its veins bulging out,
twitching as if it were going to devour me.
Even after being violated so thoroughly earlier,
I had no idea.
⋯Because I was too scared to look.
“Ah, fuck. Whatever. Seeing how clueless you are, I don't need to do any more. Just put the condom on. That's enough.”
“⋯O-okay⋯.”
I let go of the grotesque, repulsive manhood I couldn't tear my eyes away from and pick up the box he'd tossed to me earlier, taking out the package.
A strange package that looks like a vitamin.
When I tear it open, something shaped like a nipple pops out.
⋯Uh, I know how to use it.
You put it on like this⋯.
“Ha-eun, hey. Upside down. Upside down.”
“Huh⋯?”
“I said upside down. Put it on the other way, the other way.”
“⋯⋯.”
“⋯Are you really twenty-six? A sixteen-year-old would know more than you.”
“Shut up⋯!”
⋯The way he looked at me as if I were a child
felt more embarrassing than any humiliation or shame I'd experienced today.
Seriously⋯,
Haa.
Not having done that kind of dirty thing isn't a crime, you pervert⋯.