062. Zero Dating Experiences (3)

I don’t really know what we talked about after that.

Ah, yes. Hello.

Yes, yes. We get along well with Joo-hyuk-ssi.

Ah, yes, yes.

Repeating answers like a parrot that one might give to their boyfriend’s acquaintance,

He said he’d be back and hung up the phone.

“I’m home.”

“….”

And less than ten minutes later, he was back by my side.

With a faint smell of alcohol and Kang Joo-hyuk’s signature unpleasant smile lingering on his lips,

he looked at me with a smirk.

“Did you eat dinner?”

“…I ate.”

“Ah, I thought you were looking for me in such a hurry because you hadn’t eaten.”

I realized I’d actually missed that sarcastic tone for a while.

Hearing it again after so long, the thought that I never wanted to hear it again filled my head.

“Haeun-ah.”

“…What.”

“Why are you so angry about me having dinner with my senior and his wife?”

“I wasn’t angry.”

As I shook my head, denying I’d ever been angry, he slightly curled the corners of his lips.

…Right, I knew it too.

I had definitely been angry.

I got furious thinking this psycho bastard had found another victim.

“Are you sure you weren’t angry?”

“I told you, I wasn’t.”

“Really?”

“…Really.”

But in front of this man, I absolutely couldn’t admit it.

Because it was obvious he’d grill me about it.

Asking why I was angry.

He’d arbitrarily judge my feelings and jump to conclusions.

And those conclusions were painfully obvious.

…Things like jealousy, or whatever.

He’d spout nonsense and make a fool out of me.

Hah, who is he kidding…

“Ah, well, that’s a relief then. I thought you were angry.”

“…What?”

“No, if you were angry, I was going to apologize or something. So it’s a relief you say you weren’t.”

Who was going to apologize to whom.

Was he implying apologies would be exchanged?

“…Stop joking around…”

“I’m serious.”

Still wearing that unpleasant smile,

he took off a layer of clothing, then abruptly pulled me, standing stiffly, into a tight hug,

and started messing up my hair, which I had just styled.

…I didn’t style this for you to mess up.

I had tidied it up because I was meeting friends, for the first time in a while.

“…Let go.”

“Why?”

“Because you smell like alcohol, and it’s suffocating. Let go.”

“What’s the big deal? …Do you hate the smell of alcohol on your boyfriend that much?”

“Who said boyfriend…!”

“You just called me that yourself earlier. Didn’t you?”

“….”

Like a lover.

Like a boyfriend.

He flashed a refreshing smile, unlike before,

but he still just looked like Kang Joo-hyuk.

“Well, you can quit if you want. …You’re making good money now anyway. You pick out your own clothes, and filming isn’t that hard, so you could kick me out, right? Are you satisfied with just 2 million won a month?”

“…Yeah, but how can I… when you have that recording…!”

“What recording are you so worried about? If it gets out, I’ll go to jail. Idiot. Do you think I’d do that, or would I just jerk off thinking about the sex we had? …Or maybe I’ll find a new woman. Huh?”

“…You could totally do that. Without getting caught…”

“You overestimate me. Just because it’s me doesn’t mean I can break the law and not get caught.”

The man, who looked unmistakably like Kang Joo-hyuk no matter how I saw him, took out his phone from his pocket without breaking eye contact.

Then, scrolling through his phone, which was full of all sorts of explicit pictures,

he thrust a lewd video of a woman in front of me.

She was fully clothed, but

…it was impossible not to recognize the penis resting on her face,

as she smiled brightly, the woman with silver hair.

“To film something like this, mutual consent is required, you know? Just like when we did it.”

“…Hey, this…!”

-…It’s Nakazawa Hinami.

The voice that followed immediately,

the sound coming from the phone,

made me doubt my ears.

-What’s your occupation?

-…I’m an idol. Part of Girl’s Knight, the maknae who isn’t the maknae… The cute, youngest dancer?

Her face, clearly captured in crisp quality, blinded me.

-…What are you going to do?

-From now on, I’ll clean Joo-hyuk oppa’s di…ck, …with my mouth… even though he has a girlfriend….

No matter how much I looked, the incomprehensible situation and dialogue made my brain feel stupid.

I was witnessing a scene that should have been absurd,

but my brain and heart inexplicably panicked and became overly excited.

And furious.

…There wasn’t even a shred of reason for it.

-I told you I don’t have a girlfriend. I did.

-Ah, right. …Then should I use the dick of the oppa who carries around a sex slave?

-I don’t carry one around.”

-Ah, look, you’re not denying it. You pervert, pfft… gulp… glug…

…His penis, which had brutally violated me after waking me up yesterday while I was sleeping,

was being shoved into those small lips,

I couldn’t possibly believe it.

And what’s more,

in a familiar bathroom.

“…But even videos filmed with mutual consent like this shouldn’t be distributed. Only the parties involved should enjoy them.”

“You…, you……!”

I remembered seeing that impossibly pale woman yesterday too.

I’d heard her name countless times on TV.

It was obvious that the penis belonged to Kang Joo-hyuk.

There was no way anyone wouldn’t know who both of them were.

…Only a fool wouldn’t know.

After showing me this much.

“Hey, you, you crazy bastard…!”

“Why are you suddenly angry? You said you weren’t angry.”

“When did you film this! Huh?”

I shoved Kang Joo-hyuk’s shoulder hard, who was shamelessly flapping his gums while shoving this crap in my face.

But his disgustingly broad shoulders didn’t budge even when I pushed.

The woman’s sounds of slurping his dick obscenely stopped,

but Kang Joo-hyuk’s expression as he ejaculated wetly afterwards,

I remembered clearly even without seeing it.

“Let go! You crazy, psycho, perverted bastard…!”

“…Why? Does it bother you that your boyfriend is having his dick sucked by another woman?”

“Of course…….”

…With that satisfied smile lingering on his lips like now,

his sharp eyes softening unexpectedly,

that expression.

“…Can you make it clear whether I’m your boyfriend or not?”

“…You crazy bastard….”

“Why are you so angry about that crazy bastard playing around with a crazy bitch? …Huh?”

His gaze seemed to pierce right through my thoughts.

I couldn’t avoid his gaze, which was staring intently at me, even if I wanted to.

…Because my chin had been grabbed before I knew it.

“…It wouldn’t be a problem if I dated someone other than my senior, would it? Or am I wrong?”

“….”

“Answer me. Am I wrong, or am I right.”

He leaned in close, breathing hot air onto my face, forcing me to answer.

“……I’m wrong.”

“Right. It’s not a problem. Whoever I meet.”

Whatever he did, whoever he spent his time with,

it had nothing to do with me.

Even though he had already torn down every boundary,

he drew a line right in front of me.

“Whether I’m having this one suck my dick, or seducing your sister and sleeping around. Or going drinking outside with my old senior. It has nothing to do with you, right? Huh?”

“…I told you it doesn’t, you son of a bitch….”

“Then I’ll call her over, so is it okay if I have sex with her?”

“…What…?”

“The one sucking my dick on the phone is upstairs resting with your sister? …She’ll come if I call, so do you want to hide in the room for a bit? Ah, you can watch if you want. She won’t refuse either.”

“….”

He implied that if I had no feelings for him, there was no reason not to accept it.

He drew another line behind the one he’d drawn earlier,

and pushed me far behind it.

…Bastard.

To that extent,

does he need to push me off a cliff to feel satisfied?

“Ah, if you don’t like it here, I’ll book a hotel room and go have fun. I’ll be back in time before bed, so don’t worry.”

“….”

“…Will you answer me? Is it okay, or not okay.”

“…It’s not o…kay…, gulp….”

The moment I tried to voice that anger,

he flooded the inside of my mouth with hot saliva.

It was as if he had been waiting for me to say it,

Sticky and

intense.

“…Haaah…, Haaah…”

“…Why not.”

“…Because the woman dating a psycho like you is pitiful.”

“She didn’t look particularly pitiful? …She’s worse than me, just listening to what she says.”

He easily shattered even my last logical argument with the expression of that happy, smiling psycho bitch.

What about this psycho bastard does she like so much to be happily smiling while sucking his dick?

A girl who’s an idol.

What could she possibly be lacking.

“…She’s the same kind of psycho as you, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Ah, really? Then can I call her here right now?”

“No.”

She’s just saying that stuff while sucking the dick of a man who isn’t even that great.

He clearly introduced himself as my boyfriend.

Even though we just met, what on earth was she thinking?

…To pull something like this in someone else’s house?

“What’s the reason?”

“You said it yourself, didn’t you? …That I was your sex slave.”

…What a slut.

Even though she isn’t being blackmailed like me.

Even though she doesn’t even know what a psycho this man is.

“…Can’t a slave tell her master not to bring in new slaves?”

“…Yes, you can.”

…Being treated like a real slave,

being treated like a pet,

she has no idea how terrible that is.

“Then don’t let other slaves into my house. …Because it feels shitty.”

How can she just say such things so freely?

…Stupid bitch.

“…What kind of master feeds their slave every day?”

“You give pets food too. …You even put collars on them, you son of a bitch.”

“Ah, right. …A pet does sound more wholesome than a sex slave, doesn’t it?”

He boldly called his roommate a ‘pet’,

the utterly perverted bastard with no personality.

“Then sit down. Haeun-ah.”

“….”

“Ah…, you’re not listening well. …Then. Here, hand.”

“….”

“…Good girl.”

How terrifying it is to be raised by Kang Joo-hyuk,

you’ll soon find out.

Because even if I try to stop it, I won’t be able to.

I hope you get ruined more miserably than I did.

…Even so,

you’ll still be a total slut, unlike me.