045. Seo XX, Class 6, 2nd Grade, XXX Academy (2)

I throw off the school uniform, heavily soiled with white fluid.

The stench.

So thick it’s repulsive just to brush against.

…Ah, it got on my chest a little.

He looks at me with a satisfied expression, and I glare at him as he hands me a wet wipe before wiping off the mess.

“Hey, you need that for filming videos. What if it leaves marks?”

“…I can just wash it.”

“You have to wash it right away. Give it here first.”

I hand him the clothes I took off, and he puts on only his underwear before leaving the room.

I follow him out, trying to escape the foul smell, and see his back in the bathroom, scrubbing the clothes with dish soap.

His back is so burly I wonder if it’s even the same person.

Shoulders tattered with scars.

Thighs that look wider than my waist.

Calves thicker than my thighs.

…At that point, maybe he wouldn’t die even if stabbed.

He’d probably survive a gunshot, too.

Seriously.

“…Is it coming off?”

“Roughly. If you scrub with soap, it’ll come off to some extent.”

As if he had experience with this, he expertly rubbed the clothes to clean off the semen.

How many times do I have to satisfy this man’s urges before I can be free from him?

A month?

Half a year?

Or maybe until I turn thirty?

…With this psychopath?

“Ah, it’s mostly wiped off.”

“…Do I have to wear it again?”

“Do whatever you want. …But if you wear other clothes, you’ll have to wash those too, you know?”

“Then give it here. …I’ll wear it.”

However, Kang Joo-hyuk, right after satisfying himself, was surprisingly normal.

When he wasn’t trying to torment me somehow, he didn’t really seem like a psychopath or a rapist.

He might stare intently at my chest, belly fat, or thighs, but that’s just part of daily life.

He’s just very lewd, but surprisingly, he’s a roommate who cooks well.

I tell myself every day that living with him like this feels like dying, but when it’s not night, he’s not that bothersome.

…My YouTube channel too,

I can’t deny it grew because of that bastard.

“Let’s just watch TV for a bit while the clothes dry.”

I put the school uniform back on, damp only on the chest area, and sit next to him.

It’s comforting just knowing he isn’t trying to devour me like right now.

Ah, if I satisfy him one more time today, he’ll probably let it go.

It’s a relief he doesn’t seem displeased.

Because I won’t get pounced on.

I feel relieved.

…And at the same time as relief, I start worrying.

Ah…

I’ll have to satisfy him like this tomorrow too.

The day after tomorrow too.

And the day after that.

Next month too.

“…Remote.”

“Thank you.”

I hand him the remote and lean back on the sofa, seeing his profile as he watches TV with a much more relaxed expression than mine.

His protruding brow bone.

His long nose.

His sharp eyes.

His philtrum, showing sparse stubble, and his angular jaw.

Individually, each feature looks fine, but why do they look so wicked when put together?

Ah, it’s not that they look wicked, they are wicked.

At least Kang Joo-hyuk, who used to smile warmly at the gym, didn’t seem like a bad guy.

Only after feeling his wicked clutches,

did those lewd eyes start looking scary.

“Ah, right. I heard your sister’s new song is coming out soon?”

“…Really?”

That wicked bastard always chooses topics I’d hate to bring up.

He usually only talks about coffee or food,

but whenever he gets horny, he chips away at my pride.

“I know too, why don’t you know? Aren’t you sisters?”

“You know we’re not close. You do too.”

My sister, preparing a new song amidst the cheers of many.

Me, being defiled under the disgusting gazes of all sorts of trash.

The more I compare, the uglier I feel, so I wanted to pretend ignorance even though I knew.

“Anyway, I saw your sister’s Instagram, she wore a school uniform too. Look. Want to try wearing this? Isn’t it less embarrassing than cosplay?”

“…Why are you looking at her Instagram?”

“Your sister’s group is super popular. If the song does well, of course, I’ll have to do a guitar cover and rake in views. And the clothes, well, if they appear in the music video, I’ll just borrow them.”

Even that guy mentioned her popularity without hesitation; my sister was superior to me.

She’s not even comparable to someone like me, who just does YouTube with her body.

…Actually, I know that too.

That what I’m doing now is basically no different from being a stripper.

“I’m not doing her song.”

“Why is that her song? It’s their group’s song. She’s not that central.”

“…She’s the main vocalist. Idiot.”

“Ah, really? I didn’t know that.”

…I didn’t expect people to flock to me like this just for wearing a suit, but

I knew that if I did cosplay like this, or wore revealing clothes and showed off my body, something would happen.

I knew it, which is why I didn’t want to.

My sister is a popular idol.

And I’d become a stripper who just takes off clothes online – wouldn’t that be too pathetic?

But what’s more pathetic than that is,

“Whether it’s the group’s song or whatever, I won’t do it. …I can just play game or anime songs like you said.”

…Becoming an older sister who just copies her younger sister.

I’d rather die than do that.

You want me to wear the same clothes as my sister and play guitar?

Absolutely not.

I’d rather spread my legs for Kang Joo-hyuk than do that.

Because my barely intact pride would turn to dust.

“Well… then I’ll look for something you like. Clothes are more important than songs, after all.”

“…Okay.”

This outfit I’m wearing is disgusting enough, but it’s better than imitating my younger sister.

I don’t even know her name well, but she’s a complete stranger anyway.

Even if it’s a character that doesn’t exist in reality,

my sister Seo Jia and Seo Ye-eun are completely different people, so it’s the same thing.

…Thinking about it that way,

maybe YouTuber Sophia and Seo Haeun are also completely different people.

Who would look at my channel and

think I’m a woman being toyed with daily after having my weakness exploited by a rapist?

They couldn’t possibly imagine that.

Even those crazy bastards probably think I have a boyfriend.

“…The night view really is nice.”

Is that why I don’t feel much disgust towards him, as he blatantly reaches under my skirt to fondle my thigh?

This man isn’t harassing me, he’s harassing some busty, fair-skinned guitar YouTuber, right?

Or maybe his hobby is defiling the daughter of the boss who fired him.

Since I’m even in cosplay right now, maybe he’s just a fucking perverted bastard who’s into high school girls.

Either way, it’s disgusting, but

thinking it’s not directed at me strangely calms my heart.

…I know it’s self-consolation, but

if I don’t do this, I feel like my mind will break.

“Hey, Kang Joo-hyuk.”

“What?”

“…You, you’re going to pounce on me again, right?”

“I won’t pounce. Not if you don’t want me to.”

So I,

grab his hand groping me, stand up, and look down at him.

…Ah, seriously.

I tried to change my mindset just once.

But seeing that wicked face makes my heart pound instantly.

Hey, what are you doing, you crazy bitch!

If you mess with a guy who looks like that, you’ll die.

My instincts blare like a horn, warning me of danger.

“…Then pounce on me. Go on.”

“…Suddenly?”

“You’re going to make me do lewd things again anyway, right? Your mouth, your breasts, your thighs, anywhere. You’ll use it somewhere… right?”

But I ignore the horn and keep pressing the gas pedal.

…Wearing this crap,

I’m not the one saying these weird things.

Yeah, if you think about it logically, that’s true.

A 26-year-old woman being toyed with by a psychopathic rapist, wearing a school uniform and offering her breasts?

Ahaha, what is that?

It’s not like some AV movie guys like.

It makes no sense.

“Well, yeah.”

“If that’s the case, just pounce. …Pounce on me.”

What makes more sense is,

a fit man and woman hitting it off and doing that kind of thing.

…Even if his heart is black,

it’s true that bastard has a good body.

So do I.

“…Really?”

“Rea…lly…, Kyaak…!”

As soon as he heard my brazen provocation, he didn’t hesitate and threw me over his shoulder, walking towards his room.

…Shit, my heart’s pounding.

But I don’t regret it yet.

I know what horrible things await me, it’s obvious without even looking, but

It’s fine.

It’s not like I’m the one being raped.

…It’s a slightly mentally unstable 26-year-old woman in a high school cosplay getting fucked.

“Spread your legs, you fucking bitch.”

“Can’t you speak more nicely, Kang Joo-hyuk?”

I sneer at Kang Joo-hyuk, who’s also 26 but acting out however he pleases.

Seeing that, Kang Joo-hyuk got even more excited, quickly took off his underwear, and roughly lifted my clothes.

“You seduced me, remember?”

“I didn’t seduce you. I just said you could pounce! …You’re the one who got horny on your own, Kang Joo-hyuk.”

“…Are you crazy, seriously.”

I completely ignore my heart, which is blaring danger signals louder than any car horn, raising a ruckus with all sorts of warnings.

What can you do, even if you pound like that?

If I don’t get pounced on now, will he let me go tomorrow?

No.

…I’ll have to satisfy that man’s urges tomorrow too.

It’s just that I won’t get pounced on.

“I’m asking one last time. Don’t change your answer.”

“Record it if you want. …You like that stuff, don’t you? You fucking pervert.”

“…Hey, fuck. Take off your panties. Keep holding your clothes like that.”

Before I even obey his command, I take off my panties and hook them on my thigh.

The reason I don’t take them all the way off is something I learned from some fucking psychopathic weirdo.

Apparently, wearing panties halfway off is hotter or something.

Then again, seeing him get horny just from the school uniform, I guess I can accept that kind of fetish.

…Fucking pervert.

“…Answer me. You asked me to pounce, right?”

“Yes, yes. …That’s right.”

“…Say the names too. Who I am, and who you are.”

“You’re the fucking psychopathic Kang Joo-hyuk….”

To that fucking pervert,

I was filmed in the most obscene display imaginable,

“…I’m Seo Haeun, a 17-year-old high school girl, and this crazy bastard raped me.”

“…Hey.”

“What? …You raped me, didn’t you? Or not?”

…For the first time, I smiled at the camera,

and with a bright smile, gave the lens the middle finger.

Ahaha….

“….”

But seeing me like that,

Kang Joo-hyuk, snorting with rage,

made me feel happy for the first time, thinking I had played him, but

…honestly, I also became terrified to the point where I could barely move a finger.

Sorry.

Haeun-ah.

You’re going to be a mess.

…But still,

you don’t remember it well anyway.

My memories of having sex,

are always hazy.

Probably….

It won’t be okay.