episode_0154

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Having plans go awry is something I’ve experienced often enough.

Not to look far, just think back to all the times I tried to screw over heroes during my villain days.

For nearly ten long years, I only ever broke the whores who came crawling to me, begging to be ruined… but never once did I hold the woman I truly wanted.

Thanks to that, I like to think I’ve developed considerable patience.

I can laugh it off when some ugly, worthless bitches—yeah, let’s call them unattractive—keep calling me “teacher” and pretending to be close.

I can let Lee Ji-yoon go, telling myself it’s better to take things slow to thoroughly crush those two sisters to rock bottom.

I can even watch Han Soo-ah walk away at a deliberately slow pace—slow enough that I could stop her if I wanted—without asking why she’s ending our arrangement as sex partners.

“…Hey.”

But.

This was one thing I didn’t want to let slide.

“Who said you could kiss me?”

“…Why? You already know everything from last time’s ‘mistake.’ You know why I’m doing this.”

Even as I warned her—just this once, I’ll overlook it, but don’t ever pull this again—she giggled and kissed me.

When I let out an exasperated sigh, Yozora licked her lips with a playful smirk.

All of it.

I didn’t want to let it slide.

She’s not some disobedient cat, yet she’s trashing the house just to grab my attention, wanting to be taken roughly the way she likes.

What kind of idiot would put up with that?

Either toss her out on the street,

or use every means possible to discipline her.

So she’ll stop acting out.

Thoroughly.

“Hey, hey.”

“…”

“Didn’t I just… do something worth getting fucked for? Huh?”

“I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

“Whyyy? If you wanna get railed while being called ‘Yozora-chan’ and cursed at, just say so… huh?”

“So, what?”

“…I think I did really well, though.”

“…”

“Don’t you… wanna curse at me?”

“…”

Brat.

The word floated into my mind as I slowly sat up.

I didn’t need to curse at her.

That’s exactly what Yozora wanted.

I didn’t need to use her body just to vent my frustration either.

She was deliberately sliding her tiny foot along my pants right now because she wanted that.

So, with an irritated sigh, I pulled out my phone.

The best punishment for Yozora

was forgiveness.

“Here.”

“Huh? What? Oh, you want me to strip so you can record me now?”

“I deleted the photos from last time.”

“…Hah?”

Right in front of Yozora,

I erased the compromising photos I’d been using to maintain our shaky power dynamic.

The ones where I’d shamelessly, messily ruined her face with my release.

The photos full of lies.

“Must feel great, Yozora. …No more weaknesses for me to hold over you.”

“…”

I gave her dazed face a faint smile before turning off my phone screen.

Now, I was completely at her mercy.

In terms of combat ability, I’m no different from a slightly fit civilian.

So there’s no reason left for Yozora to submit to me while cursing and calling me “fucker.”

We can just interact normally.

No more wearing ridiculous masks and pretending.

And in a normal relationship between a man and a woman,

sure, they might laugh and chat together,

but they don’t engage in rape play.

“Do whatever you want with the photos on your phone. Delete them or use them as fap material.”

“…”

“I’ll overlook you masturbating to thoughts of me, but don’t act familiar with me from now on.”

“…H-Hey…”

“…Useless brat.”

“…”

After spitting out those final words, I slowly got up from the bed without touching her.

Because Yozora trampled over my plans just to indulge her “preferences,” I now had the urge to grind her underfoot too—

but that would still be exactly what she wanted.

With a quiet sigh, I left the bedroom without another word.

“……”

Somewhere, I thought I heard a squelch, the sound of liquid dirtying the floor.

Whatever.

I ignored it.

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…Was this the right choice?

No. Don’t doubt it.

It must be.

I’ve heard enough to know what happens when you get addicted to drugs, right?

Sex is the same.

It’ll definitely ruin you.

First, you start with masturbation, slowly getting used to the pleasure.

But if you’re already drowning in that pleasure,

you might become so obsessed

you think nothing else matters.

“…Haah…”

In the bathtub filled with warm water,

I hugged my knees and sank into the water, sighing as I recalled the teacher I’d just met.

Sex partner.

A relationship I chose as a last resort because he was dating Yozora.

Closer than friends, but not quite lovers…

Anyway, I had my reasons for cutting it off.

It definitely wasn’t because sex with him left me with bad memories.

In fact, my first time was far, far more pleasurable than I’d expected.

But that was…

“…”

…so terrifyingly good that

even my painful first experience felt like nothing.

If I got used to sex,

I might abandon everything else

just to keep chasing that high.

I was certain that continuing our relationship would lead me somewhere disastrous.

For example:

When the male and female leads in a manga meet, they don’t just start kissing right away, do they?

When they barely know each other, they use studying as an excuse to spend time together,

or share a meal as thanks for tutoring,

or go through other little events like that…

…Well,

the first time I smelled a man’s cum,

things got a little weird…

and eventually…

“…”

…Anyway,

a sex partner arrangement is still too much for me.

Back then, I got swept up in the mood and rushed into it,

but waiting until I’m ready would just inconvenience the teacher and Yozora.

Yozora said she had to wait her turn because of me, right?

Rather than making her wait forever, it’s better if I just bow out.

This is the right choice.

Yeah.

“Haah…”

After soaking in the tub for a while, listening to the bubbling water,

I finished my bath, wrapped myself in a towel, and returned to my bedroom.

The room was in a completely different state from when I’d last seen it.

Like one of those “Before & After” segments on TV… or something like that.

The housekeeper must’ve worked hard while I was washing up.

Embarrassed and awkward—somewhere between those emotions—I scratched my cheek and stepped inside.

Not a single towel, drenched from my earlier release, was left in sight.

The bedsheets, crumpled under my grip, had been neatly restored.

Though the room still reeked of sex, the ventilation not quite finished…

Whatever. I’ll ignore it.

Click. After closing the bedroom door, I flopped onto the bed wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt.

…I’m so horny right now.

Would masturbating again just bother the housekeeper?

As I debated,

“……”

…just touching myself a little should be fine.

As long as I don’t make a mess, right?

Just to relieve the urge. Just that.

Firm in my resolve, I tugged the hem of my T-shirt up to my lips and bit down, then pulled out my phone while releasing my lion ears and tail.

Doing it like this gives me two more erogenous zones.

My ears and tail. Two extra.

At first, I didn’t know, but copying what I saw in porn felt amazing.

A tingling sensation… or something like that.

Or maybe it’s more like feeling dazed.

I’m not sure how to describe it.

“Heheh…”

This one’s from a week ago,

and this one’s from when I spent all day masturbating a week ago.

This one’s from late last night.

This one’s from just now.

After clearing away the ones I’d already seen, I tapped on a thumbnail of an unopened video and let my eyes glaze over.

…Wow.

This girl wrapped her tail around the guy’s arm.

Is she… acting cute?

Begging him to go deeper?

…Ugh. This is way too pandering to male tastes.

How perverted do you have to be to go this far?

I’ve never done anything like that.

I’ve never taken off a condom mid-act like the girl in the video,

never flinched from light spanks on my ass,

never licked a guy clean after he came inside me…

…

…Ah,

that’s…

“…Eek.”

Buzz.

Right as I was getting into it—recalling the taste of the teacher’s cum while touching myself—my phone suddenly vibrated.

Startled, I fumbled with it before clumsily grabbing it again.

…What is it?

The only thing that ever makes my phone go off is the low battery alert under 15%.

Spam message?

I’ve never gotten one before, though…?

Did my personal info get leaked by accident?

Or maybe Yozora…

“Huh…?”

But the Kakao notification on my screen displayed the name “Seo Woo-jin.”

The kind health teacher who helped me practice making friends in this very bedroom weeks ago.

Yozora’s boyfriend.

…And also,

the man who fixed my preferences

with his terrifyingly hard erection.

[Seo Woo-jin] – Soo-ah. – Come out for a sec.

A strangely commanding message from that man.

After staring blankly at my phone for a moment, I began squirming out of bed.

…I might’ve been too harsh earlier when I went home.

It’s been weighing on me.

At the very least, I should explain why I want to stop being sex partners.

That’s one reason, but…

Honestly,

“…A-Ajumma. I’m going out for a bit.”

“Huh? At this hour? It’s already 9…”

“M-My friend called. …A friend. Yeah.”

“Earlier, you clearly…”

“It’ll be quick. Half an hour… no, an hour at most.”

The teacher told me to come out.

After adjusting my clothes in the hallway mirror, I gulped and opened the front door.

I want to stop being sex partners.

Because all I can think about is you, Teacher.

When I wake up,

during class at the academy,

after coming home,

…even when I’m looking at your face,

all I can think about

is having sex with you.

It’s too much.

I repeated the words in my head, preparing to say them aloud.