Chapter 9
I casually let the ear pick, which I didn't really need, drop onto the floor and boldly enter the bathroom.
Ting-a-ling. The metal rod rolls across the floor with a clatter, but fortunately, the sound is quiet enough not to reach her ears.
This is why an ear pick is better than chopsticks.
I don't even have to fetch it from the kitchen,
and it's easier to throw away.
“What the—what, wh-wh-what is it!”
“Jin-a⋯.”
There is no woman named Jin-a among the women I know.
I merely added a suitable consonant to the name I heard earlier.
Staring at her beautiful naked body with completely deranged eyes, I take another step closer.
“Jin-a⋯, this is your fault. It's not my fault⋯.”
“Aah! Let go, let go! You crazy⋯.”
While pulling the startled Seo Ha-eun, who had even cursed at me, into my arms, I press my stiffly erect cock against her damp navel.
I also press her full breasts, which I had wanted to seize so many times, against my chest and savor them to my heart's content.
“Your ass has gotten pretty big. Did it grow that much because that guy touched it?”
“Y-you, what are you talking about⋯!”
The soft, warm texture of her breasts.
The smooth, silky sensation of her abdomen.
The firm yet yielding feel of her buttocks. I squeeze them all tightly, soaking myself in pleasure without her permission.
“Haa⋯. You fucking bitch. Do you know how many times I've let you get away with cheating on me?”
“Let go, let gooo⋯! I'm not your girlfriend⋯!”
“So you're saying you're not even my girlfriend anymore? Can't you fool around with a jobless bastard?”
As I torment her—a woman with the exact same mole placement as the lover in my imagination—I drive her farther and farther against the wall.
So she can never shake me off or run away.
I trap Seo Ha-eun inside the shower stall.
“You got off like crazy when you fucked me. Do you like money more than cock now? Or is he bigger than me?”
“Let go! Seriously⋯, you crazy bastard. Kang Juhyeok, you're drunk⋯!”
“I'm drunk, so that's why I'm doing this, Jin-a. Huh? You fucking bitch. Did you think I was an easy target?”
“I told you, I'm not Jin-a! I'm Seo Ha-eun, Seo Ha-eun. Seo Ha-eun⋯!”
“What do you mean, Seo Ha-eun? Seo Ha-eun is several times more fuckable than you.”
“What are you talking abo⋯mmph⋯.”
I seize her wrists as she struggles with her whole body and soil her lips without her consent.
A kiss sweeter than any I've ever experienced.
Without giving a thought to her feelings, I shove my tongue inside and thoroughly mingle the scent of alcohol wafting from both of us.
“Pfh⋯, haa⋯.”
“⋯You fucking bitch⋯.”
After ravaging her tongue until she is on the verge of suffocating, I turn her around, rub my cock against her buttocks, and place a hand on the breasts I had so desperately wanted to squeeze.
I had already felt them when I pressed them with my torso, but the sensation is heavy and soft.
The vexing sensation of them wrapping around my finger without resistance when I push it in, then quickly spitting it out the moment I relax, makes my head spin.
“You fucking rapist, let gooo⋯!”
“Yeah, fuck. A rapist. Sounds good. A cheating bitch and a rapist ought to make a good match, right?”
“I told you I'm not your girlfrieeend, mmph, bwee⋯.”
I shove a finger into her mouth while she continues protesting, grab the tip of her tongue, and keep her from speaking.
Then, while rubbing my cock between her buttocks, I nibble on Seo Ha-eun's ear and tease her until she gradually becomes steeped in pleasure she does not want.
“Mmph⋯, ahh⋯, haaah⋯.”
“Why has your skin gotten so smooth? Did you get a massage with that guy?”
With my free hand, I torment her nipples relentlessly.
I tickle them with my palm,
grasp the tips,
twist them just enough not to cause pain, then let go and squeeze her breasts tightly between my fingers.
As I take her already bright-red ear into my mouth, drool begins to run down, and I slowly release her tongue.
“Hek⋯, h-hey, heeey⋯. You crazy bastard⋯.”
“I fucking wanted to cheat with Seo Ha-eun too, if I'd had the chance.”
“W-what are you talking aboout⋯!”
The resentment toward Jin-a, who exists only in her imagination,
and the desire for Seo Ha-eun, held captive in my hands.
I pour out all of it without hiding anything and place my hand against her still-dry vulva.
Even from touch alone, I can feel its smooth shape, and the cock wedged between her thighs like a hot dog keeps pumping out fluid.
“Haaah⋯, ah, d-don't touch me⋯.”
As I slowly roll my middle finger, I press the clitoris I find, and she lets out a breath that is unmistakably different from before.
I do not miss it. I rub the spot rapidly and drag her into the swamp of pleasure I'm in.
“Mmm, h-hey, you crazy piece-of-trash bastard⋯, let gooo⋯!”
I push my middle finger a little farther in, sliding it between the lips of her pussy, and Seo Ha-eun's body gradually curls in on itself until she can no longer stand without bracing herself against the wall.
I support her weight with my strength, adjust her into a position that presses her more closely against me, then continue probing and rubbing her clitoris and pussy without giving her time to rest.
“Mmm⋯ngh⋯! I'm going to kill you! I told you to let me gooo⋯! Haaah⋯!”
Unable to withstand my persistent caresses, she trembles all over, letting out lewd nasal moans.
Feeling the beautiful sight of her feminine body vibrating against mine, I slide a hand behind Seo Ha-eun's knee after she has once succumbed to pleasure and lift her up as though carrying a princess.
“H-hey, heeey⋯. What are you doing⋯!”
Whether she is flustered and doesn't know what to do,
or whether shame and embarrassment have left her at a loss,
Seo Ha-eun, held in my arms, covers her face with both hands and timidly rebels against me by kicking her legs.
But I pay no heed to her resistance, leave the bathroom, walk to the room that looks most like a bedroom, kick the door open, and enter.
“⋯Jin-a.”
“I told you I'm not Jin-a, you crazy bastard!”
“Let's make up. I'll forgive you. Your body is so arousing, I don't think I can hold back.”
“I told you I'm not, you bastard⋯.”
I throw her, thoroughly soaked, onto the bed I see the moment I open the door, climb on top of her, spread her thighs, and look at the vulva she had kept hidden.
⋯It is far more lewd than it felt earlier,
and her neat pussy, thoroughly wet, waits for me.
It is not completely closed, but the lips barely conceal the flesh inside.
The pink flesh coyly peeking through, together with breasts so full they seem almost disproportionate, makes my cock hard enough to burst.
“You bad bitch, what did I ever do wrong⋯!”
“I told you, it wasn't meee!”
“I know.”
“What⋯?”
“I know. ⋯You're not Jin-a.”
After surveying every hidden part of her, I finally let out a lament in an enraged, tearful voice.
From here on, I throw away the excuses of intoxication and confusion,
climb on top of her, and pin her down with my strength.
“Ha-eun.”
“Hey⋯, you crazy bastard⋯!”
“How am I supposed to live?”
I lean forward and thrust my left shoulder, covered in jagged scars, before her eyes.
The shoulder the coach destroyed on the general manager's orders.
Even setting the coach aside, why did the general manager grind me down?
Because of you?
She said it wasn't, but the question still remains unresolved.
Of course,
it wouldn't make much difference even if it wasn't because of you.
“That bitch met some successful bastard, so she'll live well, and judging by the fact that you live in a house like this, you'll live well too. ⋯I have a fucked-up shoulder and no education, so how am I supposed to live from now on?”
“Why are you telling me that⋯.”
“The only person in the world who gives a damn about me is you, who fucking hates me. How am I supposed to live from now on?”
I pressure her in a tone that makes it sound as though I might slit my wrists at any moment, pretending the moisture from Seo Ha-eun's body earlier is tears.
Whether she had liked or hated me all this time,
whether I had resented her or felt nothing in particular, none of it mattered anymore.
The only thing that mattered was playing the tragic protagonist in this drama.
“Should I just force myself on you and go to prison? There'll be people there too, right? If I start over in there, could I become something?”
“You crazy bastard⋯!”
“I wish I were crazy, too.”
“Mmph⋯.”
I steal her lips once more and pour my now-bitter saliva into her mouth.
This time, I do not touch her breasts or buttocks, holding her up lightly only by the nape of her neck.
Tapping the tip of her tongue, I etch into her mucous membranes exactly what a deep kiss is.
“Hoo, haa⋯. Haaah⋯.”
“⋯Do you know whose fault it is that I've ended up like this?”
“H-how would I know that⋯!”
Finally, I leave a bite mark on Seo Ha-eun's shoulder, stretch out my arms, and look down at her flushed body.
Like a drowned rat, she is exhausted beneath a man she does not even like.
Her flushed face, collarbones, and breasts.
Everything about her is lewd, without a single exception,
but in another way, she also looks forlorn and pitiful.
But,
I'm even more pathetic than she is—
looking like a drowned mutt,
with a face gone unhinged in a way intoxication alone can't explain.
I gaze at her imploringly.
“It's all because of me. ⋯Because I picked a fight with you.”
“W-what did you say⋯?”
“The general manager told me at the end. ⋯He told me not to lay a hand on his daughter.”
“⋯?”
I collapse onto her breasts just like that,
thrusting my scarred shoulder before her eyes,
“Since I really did touch you this time, could you report me? I want to be arrested. ⋯I want to quit everything now.”
I put the finishing touch on the climax of the performance.
“I won't show up in front of you anymore. ⋯I'm sorry.”
“⋯.”
“⋯It wasn't your fault, either.”
As I spew out a torrent of words carrying nothing but
the scent of sincerity.