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    025. Failed Excuse (2

    I run to the bathroom attached to the bedroom and quickly spit out the foul liquid I was holding in my mouth.

    It’s diluted from being mixed with saliva, but the bodily fluid still has some viscosity as it gets sucked into the sink.

    …Disgusting.

    Dirty, dirty, dirty!

    “Ptooey, ptooey, blegh…”

    Should I call it fortunate that the amount was less than I expected?

    If he had ejaculated that much onto the condom I found while cleaning the room after I came to my senses yesterday, it would have definitely filled my mouth and then some.

    It wasn’t as sticky as I thought, so as I quickly rinsed my mouth with water, the slippery feeling quickly disappeared.

    But that fishy smell, concentrated with male body odor, doesn’t easily disappear.

    …I never want to do it again.

    Disgusting.

    “…I want to die.”

    It’s vulgar to say it like this, but because I came to my senses while I was sucking his cock, I felt like I wanted to die.

    The pleasure that had crawled up my veins, tormenting me, now only makes my stomach rumble a little and quickly subsided.

    It wasn’t as painful as I thought, so what was so scary that I followed everything that man told me to do?

    His cock that violently thrust inside me, or holding it in my mouth, what was so good about it that I accepted his cum inside my mouth?

    No matter how scared I was, I should have chosen something else.

    Like my breasts, or my hands.

    Even if I had swallowed my pride and acted cute, it would have been a hundred, a thousand times better than getting drenched in cum in my mouth.

    “Ahh…! Seriously, so fucking annoying, you son of a bitch…”

    In my frustration that wouldn’t easily go away, I let out a loud yell, then realized he was right beyond the door and cursed under my breath.

    …Seriously, fucking bastard.

    How far are you planning to toy with me?

    Why are you going crazy over me and doing that kind of thing?

    No matter how I think about it, it’s not my fault…

    “Haeun-ah, what’s wrong?”

    “Hikk…”

    The moment I was grumbling inwardly, he, with his hands behind his back, barged into the bathroom.

    I was startled, wondering if he heard me cursing, and gasped, but seeing his shameless face, it didn’t seem like it.

    …Earlier, with such a merciless face, he ejaculated into my mouth without a word.

    Seeing him pretend to worry now fills me with murderous intent.

    I’m not kidding, really.

    “What are you so surprised about?”

    “You, knowing what I was going to do, just barged in…!”

    “You were going to spit out cum. If it were something else, you would have locked the door.”

    “…”

    Even though he knows how I must feel, I hate how shameless he is.

    I’m not asking for kindness.

    Just leave me alone.

    You enjoyed yourself enough, didn’t you?

    How much longer are you going to play with me…

    “Want to gargle? Just in case, I brought it from my bag.”

    “…Give it here.”

    He kept up the act of kindness until the end, then, who knows when he got it, handed me the mouthwash he was hiding behind his back.

    Snatching it, I filled my mouth with it and washed away the lingering fishy smell.

    My mind isn’t refreshed at all, but a cool, refreshing scent bursts in my mouth.

    But even that refreshing air disappears instantly when I catch that man’s scent.

    The unclean, dirty scent of the man.

    It’s not unpleasant to smell, but it’s a scent that makes my head spin inexplicably.

    “You must have worked up a sweat, so let’s wash up and sleep. You wouldn’t want to sleep like this, right?”

    “I was going to anyway, even if you didn’t say so…”

    “Then I’ll draw some water. This place even has a bathtub.”

    “Hey, wait…!”

    I wanted to wash off that scent from my body and fall asleep quickly, but seeing Kang Joo-hyuk calmly drawing water in someone else’s bathtub made it obvious what he was going to do next.

    …That means he wants to get in together.

    It’s more obvious than yesterday.

    How much more he’ll play with me in the water.

    “What?”

    “…”

    But seeing his serious face, the words ‘don’t talk bullshit’ retreat back down my throat.

    Every time that man threatens me, I know I get dragged along if I back down, and I hate how I instinctively flinch.

    But I can’t help it.

    He’s really scary.

    His eyes are scary, his angular body is scary,

    and the surgical scar on his shoulder makes him ten times scarier.

    …I was actually raped.

    Telling me not to feel fear is asking too much.

    “Soak for about 30 minutes, and you’ll sleep well afterward, right? Let’s draw warm water. Okay?”

    “…Okay.”

    In the end, I couldn’t say a single negative word to him and could only nod my head.

    …I just stole his phone once and looked through it, how did it end up like this?

    Even if what happened when I was drunk was a mistake, being manipulated by Kang Joo-hyuk at this hour is definitely not a mistake.

    This man played with me.

    Cunningly.

    “I’ll sit here, so get on. Wow, the bathtub in this house is spacious. Our bathtub requires you to bend down to sit.”

    “…”

    But seeing Kang Joo-hyuk happily stretching his legs in the bathtub with such innocence makes me wonder if this man is really the cunning one.

    What’s wrong with this man that he became such trash?

    Quitting baseball after getting a knife scar on his shoulder, was it something that could cause such deep resentment?

    If I, for a similar reason, had to quit being a singer who barely debuted…

    …I think I understand, but I don’t.

    Because I’ve never debuted.

    “Don’t just stand there, sit down. You must be cold.”

    “…I said I would.”

    Looking at his slightly subsided cock, I get into the bathtub with an uneasy feeling.

    The water hasn’t filled up much yet, so his thigh, which I’m sitting on, feels rough.

    But the moment my butt touches it, his hardened cock feels slippery and smooth.

    It’s a completely different sensation than when he rubbed it while wearing a condom.

    Why, when he violated me earlier, it felt overwhelming rather than painful, I think I understand now.

    “Haeun-ah, you should sit facing the other way. Facing me. The bathtub is wide, you know.”

    “Huh?”

    “You gargled, so aren’t you going to kiss me more?”

    “…Stop joking around. I’m not in the mood…”

    “Okay, okay. Since it’s before bed, let’s just wash our bodies. Alright.”

    At least I wasn’t looking at his face, so my fear lessened, and summoning my courage, I managed to voice my objection once.

    Whether fortunately or unfortunately, he cupped my breasts and granted my request in a pleasant voice.

    Being touched in the bathtub is clearly not good for me, but why do I feel better just because he granted such a small request?

    Is it because the warm water is rising?

    I wish that were the answer.

    “…This house is nice. When I was a player too, I wanted to live here, so I got a lot of motivation.”

    “…”

    “I want to live in a house like this for about half a year. It would be even better if I lived with a woman.”

    “Don’t say scary things. …I’m really scared.”

    “Why? Are you afraid I’ll lie down here?”

    “If you think like that, I’ll report you. Seriously.”

    “If you say that, I’ll really lie down.”

    It’s a childish word game, but the content isn’t childish at all.

    A sinister conversation between a rapist and victim.

    …I’m clearly the victim, so why do I have to play along with that man’s words?

    He deserves to be reported, but why is he so confident?

    How does he know so well that I won’t be able to say anything?

    As if he read my mind.

    “Well, it’s half a joke, so don’t take it too seriously. It’s just a wish, a wish.”

    “Don’t make jokes like that. I’m really scared…”

    “…You rummage through a scary person’s phone so openly? Did you think I wouldn’t have backed it up?”

    Now, even when he spouts things like that, it’s not surprising at all.

    Ah, of course you would.

    He’s a man who plays above my head, so he must have known everything I would do.

    I become resigned.

    Overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, I just hope he’ll show mercy.

    Just playing with me while submerged in this warm tub, I won’t complain about that,

    Please just don’t do anything worse.

    “That recording is quite explicit, so I know what you’re thinking… It’s just for self-protection, so don’t worry too much. Huh? You know me. I’m not crazy enough to mess with that kind of thing.”

    “…How can I trust you…?”

    “I can’t trust you either, that’s why I recorded it. If I hadn’t, you would have reported me immediately, right? Right?”

    “If you hadn’t done weird things behind my back…!”

    “I was lurking around because I wanted to do weird things, you can’t argue about that.”

    “…Seriously, you piece of trash…”

    “I really like it when you curse. When you kissed me while I was cursing, it was so fucking hot that it got dangerous earlier. I almost came inside you.”

    “…”

    “It’s a joke, a joke. I didn’t almost come, I wanted to come. …Just grabbing and thrusting it in, and ejaculating generously inside, I was curious about what expression you’d make.”

    His words, raping my ears and brain with his tongue, are shameful but bearable.

    No matter how much I’m violated verbally, or touched by hand, it’s better than the unpleasant pleasure and fishy smell I tasted earlier.

    I just hope the day passes quickly and this man loses interest in me.

    “Still, I didn’t do that kind of thing thinking of you, so let it slide. I let you off the hook too, didn’t I? Haeun-ah.”

    “…I’ll let it slide, so please, just leave me alone?”

    “If you promise.”

    “I’ll make any promise, anything, so please leave me alone…”

    With a sense of resignation, I promise him forgiveness.

    I can never forgive him, but promises made only with my mouth can be made a hundred, a thousand times.

    To escape this sticky, unpleasant feeling, if I wanted to lose my mind, I could make that promise.

    “…You mean it?”

    “I mean it, so please…”

    “Okay. Got it. Since we have a promise, I won’t touch you. Let’s just warm up our bodies.”

    “…”

    Even though he promised not to touch me, this trash who hasn’t even taken his hands off my breasts, I wasn’t expecting anything,

    just not talking to me made me feel relieved,

    Feeling utterly dejected, I leaned against him,

    and dozed off.

    My body and mind submerged in the water.


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