Chapter 35
I sit on the queen-size bed I finally splurged on and wait for her to come.
I'm wearing a suit I haven't put on in years.
I've heard people say I look good in a suit, but without a mirror I have no idea how I actually look.
Well…,
She's more important than my clothes anyway, so it probably doesn't matter.
“…Hey, Kang Ju-hyeok?”
“Yeah, come in.”
There's a knock at the door, so I set the phone I'd been holding down by the pillow.
I wait with a big grin for my door to open,
and that big-titted, stuck-up office noona shuffles into my room.
The same suit she wore when we filmed.
The dress shirt and skirt looking ready to burst were giving a very straightforward explanation of Seo Ha-eun's body,
“Come sit down. Make yourself comfortable.”
“….”
“…Stay still.”
I sit that ridiculously fuckable woman on my bed and put my hand on her stockings.
She'd looked tense even walking in, but after hearing me she held her breath for a second, then exhaled like she'd given up, just pressing down the hem of her skirt.
She doesn't even think about batting my hand away,
or running away.
“There's two things I want to make you do today. …But we're not doing both. You just pick one.”
“…S-sex is off the table, you said….”
“It's not sex. I'm not touching your tits. Me.”
“….”
But generous as I am, I don't force any dirty business on her,
and I even hand her a choice, taking Seo Ha-eun's opinion into account a hundred times over.
“Well, first off. One of the things I want to do with you is go out together.”
“…What?”
“It's not anywhere weird. There's a place I want to go, so let's go together. How about it?”
One of the options is a walk.
When you're taming a pet, nothing beats a walk, right?
We even got all dressed up.
Taking her out for about a day wouldn't be out of line.
“…And the second?”
“The second is, well…, you're on your way to being a YouTuber celeb. Figured we should take some pictures before you get even more famous.”
“Hey…!”
The other one is a photoshoot.
Living with a famous celeb and not having a single picture is kind of a shame, right?
The video on my phone is gloomy huge-titted shut-in NEET Miss Seo Ha-eun's virginity-loss porn,
not the sex tape of Sophia, the guitar YouTuber who's about to blow up.
I want to put her in that suit at least once and shoot it for real.
…That's why I even went and made an employee ID badge today.
“What, I'm keeping my promise. I'm not touching your tits, and I'm not touching your pussy. …I'm not even asking you to suck my dick. Why're you acting like this over something this small.”
“….”
Both are conscientious options that don't break the promise even a little.
I'd only thrown her such wholesome proposals, and watching Hae-eun already trembling from embarrassment, the taste of messing with her was really something.
If I told her to stick my dick in that plump mouth of hers and squeeze the cum out, she'd straight-up faint, I swear.
And going forward, I have no intention of being satisfied with just that kind of thing.
“Pick already. If we're going out we have to leave now to make the time, and if we're taking pictures we have to start now if you want to sleep early.”
“…….”
“…I said pick.”
Hae-eun, her ears burning bright red while I stroked her thighs,
finally looked at me with a shameful expression and quietly raised one index finger.
“You want to go out?”
“…Yeah.”
I'd tested her on whether she'd pick the pet option or the celeb option, and I didn't think she'd pick pet this easily.
Maybe it's trauma from the recording. I was so grateful she picked the much more humiliating option.
The moment I heard her answer, I pulled the necklace I'd hidden under the pillow and held it out to her.
“Alright, if we're going out, put this on. It's a gift, a gift.”
“What is this…?”
“…We're going for a walk. You have to wear a necklace.”
A choker made of bright red leather.
“Hey, you crazy…!”
“Why, what. Is it weird?”
“This is a dog collar…!”
“It's not. That kind of thing.”
It doesn't look any different from a dog collar on the outside, but there's no leash attached, and it really is made for people to wear.
Of course, I could attach one if I wanted…,
Doing that kind of hardcore play from the jump is tough, honestly.
Later. We'll do that later.
“I can't! H-how am I supposed to wear this shit…!”
“If you really hate this, want to do the other thing instead? There's something that only takes ten minutes.”
“What is it!”
Of course I expected her to refuse, so I'd prepared something else too.
“A sticker, a sticker. You used to stick stickers on your cheeks when you were a kid, right? It's something like that…, want to put it on your stomach?”
“….”
“Ah, it's not permanent. It just wipes off if you scrub it, so you don't have to worry. …I don't really like real tattoos either.”
An ordinary heart-shaped tattoo sticker.
It was just the right size to stick right below the navel, so I'd gone out of my way to get it ready.
If she just shows her stomach, sticking it on isn't hard.
…And it wouldn't even show outside.
“Alright, pick. One of the two.”
“….”
Guess she really did have a hang-up about the bright red choker as a fashion item. This time Hae-eun made a V with her fingers and once again picked the much more humiliating option.
I debated whether to explain it to her, looking like she was about to cry, but if I kept my mouth shut she'd probably run the moment we got in front of the shop, so I cleared my throat and spoke.
“You sure you're okay with an actual tattoo? It's a sticker, but sticking it on your stomach would be pretty embarrassing.”
“…It won't show, so I don't care….”
“Mm…, it wouldn't show normally. …But later we're going here, you know?”
I pick up the phone I'd been browsing and shove it at her, introducing a shop with a sleek vibe.
Going by the name of ‘Brazilian waxing shop, Mokdong branch’.
“….”
She didn't get it at first, but as I scrolled down and showed her the shop intro, her face started burning up.
It's not actually that embarrassing, you know.
Not unless you get a heart tattoo on your stomach.
“If you still really want this stamped on, I'll stick it on for you….”
“Give it here!”
Beyond the verge of tears, she screamed in a full-blown rage, snatched the red choker from my other hand, and put it on right then and there.
I thought for a second about pulling out the leash I'd hidden and messing with her, but if I went that far she'd actually cry, so I held back, as much as it sucked.
If I dragged pet Hae-eun to the waxing shop with her eyes all puffy, the waxer would be startled too, you know.
This much is just right for today.
Let's take it slow, slow.
There's still half a year left, after all.
***
I'd been worried about what kind of awful sexual harassment he'd pull, but he always went beyond anything I could imagine.
…Crazy fucking pervert bastard.
M-making a woman wear this shit around her neck and walk around outside…!
“You don't have that much hair, so it shouldn't hurt too bad. Don't shake so much.”
“⋯Shut up, already.”
I tried hunching my neck as much as I could to hide the red dog collar, but it was so thick it wouldn't cover.
I even knew walking with my back straight would be much better, but with him openly wrapping his arm around my waist under the excuse that it was dark, even that wasn't easy.
If I weren't at least wearing a mask, I probably would've collapsed on the ground from the humiliation.
…I'd rather have s…ex. That'd be less embarrassing.
What even is this, seriously….
“Hae-eun. These days if you go to places like Hongdae, chokers are really popular. People wear stuff like this all the time because they think it's pretty.”
“That's a choker, and this is a dog collar…!”
“It's a choker, I said. A choker. There's no leash. No leash.”
Pretending to yank my collar in midair with little tugs, he kept trying to pass off what this red leather really was.
He must think I'm some idiot who can't even tell a choker from a dog collar.
…God, what a bastard.
It was my fault for getting distracted by the view count for even a moment, and letting my guard down with the ridiculous thought, ‘He'll just touch me and be done…?’
I should've noticed from the moment he was suddenly wearing a suit in his room.
Getting filmed would've been way better.
…It's on that phone anyway.
Worse stuff, even.
“At least the shop's close to home, that's nice. Pubic hair's something you should shave regularly anyway.”
“…I'm never going again.”
“You won't be saying that once you've gotten it done. I got it done before too. When you're having sex, shaved is always more comfortable. Looks cleaner too.”
“There's no reason I'd be having s…ex, so I'm not going!”
“Ah, sure, sure.”
I'm the one getting sexually harassed, but I'm the one glancing around at people, too scared of being found out to even raise my voice.
There's just no leash. I'm basically being dragged along.
And the hand around my waist is actually groping at my hips, little by little.
…I want to kill him, I swear.
Why did I make that bet, I….
***
…It's humiliating.
Even with my face covered, even with a woman waxer doing the work, the embarrassment wouldn't go away that easily.
Showing a stranger my private parts was embarrassing too, but that wasn't the most humiliating part.
…Doesn't she see me as some filthy woman who gets fucked every day by that burly guy?
Wearing a dog collar outside, even.
Does she think we're a couple who enjoys super nasty play?
That,
is so embarrassing it gives me the creeps.
“Did it hurt?”
“…Of course it hurt.”
“Want me to stroke it?”
“Where do you think, hey, seriously, you crazy bastard!”
“Joke, joke.”
I hate this guy's sliminess so much, putting his hand just below my navel right in front of people.
If you only heard him talk he'd sound lika a playful boyfriend, and even the waxer who just waxed my pubic hair is smiling at us so warmly it's mortifying.
⋯I want to leave, now.
This is so fucked, seriously.
“Let's go, now. Seriously⋯.”
“Ah, wait. Let me calm down a bit.”
“Calm down at home⋯!”
“Just a little, just a little. Hold on. Let me finish this water.”
But no matter how hard I tug on Kang Ju-hyeok's arm as he stands there half-awkward, he doesn't look like he intends to move.
⋯They said we have to come back in five weeks.
My heart's already pounding, and a cold sweat is starting to come out.
The staff's gazes, mistaking us for a close couple, are so burning and so warm I can't stand it.
If they were people like my little sister who openly hate me, I could at least curse them out in my head.
Knowing they're just ordinary nice people,
I can't curse them, and I can't clear up the misunderstanding either.
“Ah, welcome~”
But those ordinary nice people,
the moment they greeted the people passing in front of us,
“⋯.”
Swaying ash-violet hair brushed past the bridge of my nose.
…Along with a face of my own blood that was far too familiar.
“Ah, your little sister⋯?”
“Don't act like you know me. …Can't you tell time and place?”
Even with her face hidden by a mask and a hat, there's no way I wouldn't know.
No matter how much she hates me, my little sister who's much taller than I am,
has always looked down at me with those pitiful eyes.