Chapter 4
"My resistance to sex is gradually fading. Perhaps I've grown used to that bastard's filthy acts, because I no longer even feel the burning pain down there. Enduring it has become easier than it was at first."
The bastard was reading Ha-young's diary aloud again.
With a sly smile, he snapped the diary shut with a smack- and then
lit a cigarette and said.
"Heh-heh. You've become at least half honest. But there's no point in acting coy like that. I told you to write honestly. That's the way you can be free sooner, and it'll help your family too. If you received two million won every time you met me, wouldn't that help your family as well?"
Ha-young didn't answer, her head bowed.
He took a check from his wallet and tucked it between Ha-young's breasts.
"I'll give you only one million won today. I'll shorten the deadline by four days, too. Bring me something properly written next time, and I'll give you a big present. So start being honest."
He gave Ha-young's butt a tap-tap, then led her to the bed.
Then the two of them began having sex.
I didn't miss the way her toes tensed or the way her hand gripped the bedsheet tightly.
She was definitely having an orgasm.
"Haa.... Haa...."
After the sixth video ended, I noticed that my breathing had grown ragged.
I was definitely aroused.
Even as resentment and rage filled my chest, my penis was rigid, and my mind was filled with excitement over what would happen in the near future.
I played the seventh video.
"The monster's penetration wasn't difficult to endure. No, honestly, it felt good. Now I get aroused by his penetration and have orgasms. But I still hate him. I merely feel a natural arousal at his penis and practiced technique; I still hate him."
The bastard read Ha-young's diary, chuckling to himself.
Once again, he snapped the diary shut with a smack-, stroked Ha-young's hair, and began to speak.
"It's so much better when you're this honest. Keep writing like this. That's how you'll be free sooner."
Perhaps she disliked seeing things go according to his wishes, because Ha-young glared at him and struck back.
"Yes, finding you hateful and disgusting is how I honestly feel, too."
The bastard nodded with a relaxed air.
Then he took five checks from his wallet and tucked them into Ha-young's cleavage.
"I read earlier that your younger sibling might have to give up college because of your family's financial situation. This should help resolve that, at least somewhat."
Ha-young took the bundle of checks tucked into her cleavage.
Her pupils began to waver.
"The more honest you are, the more I'll reward you. Shall we just have a simple conversation today?"
After saying that, the bastard called someone and gave them instructions.
A little later, several men who appeared to be his subordinates brought alcohol and food, placed them on the table, and left.
"It's champagne. I had it prepared to suit your taste."
-Glug-glug-glug.
The bastard poured champagne into Ha-young's glass as he said that.
Then he handed the glass to Ha-young and continued.
"Tell me if there's anything you'd like for a snack."
"No, it's fine. I just need to drink, right?"
Ha-young downed the champagne in one go.
For a moment, surprise spread across Ha-young's face.
"Heh-heh. Tasty, isn't it? I told you it would suit your taste."
"....."
Ha-young silently glared at the bastard.
He chuckled and offered Ha-young another drink.
Before long, the two of them became tipsy and naturally began talking.
"Why are you doing this? I don't understand."
"You could call it a hobby. Bringing someone like you down is the joy of my life."
"Pfft-ha-ha. Bringing me down? You? Me?"
"Hmm. To put it another way, I'm taking off your mask. I like people who reveal their true selves. Even if that self is vulgar, it's still lovable."
"..... A mask. A mask, huh.... When you put it that way, I think I understand a little..."
The bastard and Ha-young talked for quite a long time.
And the two of them didn't have sex that day.
But I felt even more uneasy during that ordinary conversation.
If I had to choose a single turning point in her corruption, it would probably be this seemingly insignificant conversation.
"Haha... you fucking bastard..."
With burning rage and a strange sense of anticipation, I played the eighth video.
Once again, the bastard was reading Ha-young's diary aloud.
"He was busy, so I couldn't see him for two weeks. I was so happy not to see him for two whole weeks that I could fully enjoy the everyday life I'd finally gotten back after so long....."
Suddenly, the bastard stopped reading.
Then he merely read the diary with his eyes, without opening his mouth.
Silence descended.
"..... No."
Then the bastard began reading again, opening with the word 'no.'
What followed was shocking.
"No. No. No. Lee Ha-young. Let's be honest. That's how you'll be free sooner, right? Let's just write honestly. I. I. I. I. I masturbated every night for two weeks. His sex really is incredible. I've reached my limit for holding back my moans. My disgust has faded a lot. I still hate him, but.... Ah. I hate myself for being like this. I hate myself more than I hate him. I don't have the confidence to face my boyfriend."
-Thud.
The bastard closed the diary.
Then he looked at Ha-young's face.
Ha-young's face was flushed red.
Her eyes wavered uneasily, like ripples on a lake.
In contrast, the bastard's face was pale as white sand.
He did not waver.
There was a look of conviction on his face.
Without even wearing his characteristic sly smile, he simply stared at her expressionlessly.
Her eyes began to tremble with even greater unease.
"Hup-!"
And then, at some point.
In an instant, everything happened, as if a thread had suddenly snapped-.
The atmosphere grew heated.
The bastard passionately devoured her lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as if responding to him.
The two of them naturally moved toward the bed and began taking each other's clothes off.
-Riiip!
The bastard yanked off Ha-young's stocking panties with enough force to tear them apart.
A long strand stretched between the panties and her vulva.
The panties, tossed into a corner, were damp with her fluids.
The bastard covered Ha-young's lips with his again as he pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time.
His penis bounced elastically up and down, proudly displaying its imposing size.
"Hng!"
At last, his penis slid inside her.
A series of punishing piston thrusts began.
Ha-young no longer felt any pain.
She cried out, but her cries were nothing more than highly aroused moans.
Ha-young stopped holding back her moans and began letting out wild cries of pleasure.
"Mmm! Hng! Ah! Hng! Ah! Ah!"
She wrapped her arms around the bastard's neck.
She exchanged a heated gaze with him.
Before long, she lifted her head, kissed him, and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Watching her do all that, I pulled down my underwear.
As I watched the bastard having sex with Ha-young, I frantically stroked my pathetic penis.
"Ugh! Ugh! Hnnngh! Hk!"
The bastard's face tightened as he neared orgasm.
My groin swelled with arousal as well.
As the bastard's hips moved rapidly, my left hand also moved without restraint.
"Khhhhhhnngh!!"
At last, the bastard ejaculated copiously inside Ha-young's vagina.
Semen shot upward from my pathetic penis as well.
The smartphone screen switched to a full-frame shot of Ha-young's face, and my semen covered it.
"Haa.... Haa...."
Then the screen switched again.
This time, it was showing Ha-young's vulva.
Her vulva was soaked with traces of vaginal fluid from having sex with the bastard and semen flowing out between her labia.
At the same time, I lowered my gaze.
There, I saw semen dribbling from my pathetic penis.
The contrast was miserably stark.
Yet even as I felt that misery, my penis sprang erect again.
Before long, filled with a strange sense of anticipation, I counted the number of videos I had left.
There were no fewer than 36 video files.
"Ha.... Hahahaha!... Hahahahahaha!!! Puhahahahaha!!"
Maniacal laughter burst out of me.
My cock began to swell with more arousal than ever before.
And so, tears dripping down my face, I pressed the play button for the next video.