314. Sex Friend (9)

My head feels like it’s going to break….

My thighs feel like they’re going to rip apart.

My whole body is tingling, and every time I shift slightly, a scream escapes from my heart.

What time is it now?

I have to go to work….

“Ugh…….”

Clutching my throbbing head, I tried to get up, but for some reason, I couldn’t escape from under the covers.

It felt like my whole body had fallen into a swamp.

Plus, something heavy kept bumping against my body, so I unintentionally glanced back.

“Eek….”

The, the boss is sleeping in my bed? Why?

This is a dream….

…It’s not.

Right, yesterday… hmm.

A lot happened.

It wasn’t exactly memories I didn’t want to recall… but they were the kind of scenes that are a bit much to think about first thing in the morning. Shaking them out of my head, I struggled out of the boss’s embrace and looked in the mirror first.

“Ugh, the pain is no joke….”

I’m sure I changed into modest clothes before drinking yesterday, but now I’m in my underwear, unsure if I took them off or if they were taken off.

Plus, hickeys left all over my body like hives.

And though unseen by my eyes, muscle aches that fiercely reprimanded me with every step.

I felt like asking the boss, ‘How roughly did you treat a cute part-timer who got wasted?’

But then again, considering we did that outside, I guess I have no right to complain about whatever happened here at home. I could even convince myself, so… there wasn’t much point blaming the sleeping boss.

…Actually, I was more disappointed that my memory cut out.

I’m sure there was more after that.

“Hmm….”

The strange thing, though, was that unlike my ruined body, the room was strangely tidy.

The boss must have cleaned it all up, right?

If I had cleaned it, it wouldn’t be this organized, so yeah, probably.

Seeing the cosmetics and clutter arranged so perfectly, like someone with mysophobia had organized it, made it even weirder that such a person would do that outside.

…Come to think of it, my boss always had a subtly neat tendency anyway.

Someone like that… had sex outdoors, shoved me into the dirt, stomped on me, and did all that?

Ugh… what should I say.

Is sexual desire really that powerful…?

“….”

But seeing the boss’s bare shoulder as he slept naked in bed, my tongue couldn’t help but swallow.

…It seems like it might be that powerful.

Honestly, even if I couldn’t report what the boss did to me yesterday to the police, if I told my uncle, a few of the boss’s teeth would fly out right then and there….

Strangely, I don’t feel like doing that at all.

Is this ‘tteok-jeong’ or something like that?

It’s not that ‘girly-girly’ feeling of wanting to date or be in a relationship, but more like wanting to be fucked, I guess? What should I call it…

“Hmm……”

“….”

As I stared intently at the boss’s body with a lewd mindset, the boss, still fast asleep, turned over, showing me his back this time.

…Oh, no. It’s problematic to see things like this first thing in the morning.

This makes me look like a shameless, sex-starved old hag.

Plus, groaning and wheezing afterward is exactly the same.

I’m still a fresh, young college student born in ’98, you know.

That’s the kind of thing those pedo bastards on the internet joke about, but I’m still fresh….

“Ah…!”

“What is it….”

Ttiriri, ttiriri.

Just as I was weirdly shaking my head back and forth alone, the ear-splitting alarm shrieked, waking both my consciousness and the boss.

…Ah, come to think of it, I have to go to work today too.

I must have mistaken it for a holiday because I fell asleep briefly yesterday, woke up, and experienced so many things.

Wait, that means I have to spend the day face-to-face with the boss at the gym today too…?

“Ah…, it’s already morning.”

“Ah, did you sleep well…?”

“…Uh.”

It was awkward last time, but this time even more so. I didn’t know how to look at the boss, so I forced myself to look away while offering a morning greeting in a trembling voice.

…Wait, shouldn’t I put on clothes first?

Yesterday… no. It was like this early this morning too, and this guy fucks you the moment he gets even slightly turned on.

If I give him any opening here, I’ll be completely… before I even get to work.

“…Eek….”

Before I could even finish that thought, the boss’s hand touched my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating… waiting for the touch that would follow, but.

“Move aside.”

“…Ah, okay.”

The boss, blinking his eyes open and shut as if still half-asleep, pushed me aside. Then he trudged to the fridge and chugged down cold water on his empty stomach.

Then, maybe because his head was pounding, he put his palm to his forehead, made a dying sound, and looked at me with glazed eyes, uttering a sigh.

“…Are you okay?”

“Yes, m-me?”

“Yeah. Are you alright?”

“Ah…, I have some muscle aches….”

“…Seems like you’re fine then.”

Then he looked at me like I was an alien, shook his head, tossed a water bottle at me, and sat on the bed with his arms crossed.

…Looking at that body, which looks like it could handle a shower in ice water, what is this pathetic act, this person.

For the second time since the day I got hit with a game-winning home run years ago, the boss looked pathetic, so I looked down at him with a slightly strange gaze.

“…You don’t seem to remember.”

“Huh?”

“If you remembered what we did yesterday, you wouldn’t be able to meet my eyes.”

The boss chuckled as if finding me cute, stretched languidly, got up, and stealthily approached me from behind.

…W-what is this guy doing?

I remember everything?

I remember luring him in, making him imagine a non-existent boyfriend to play out an NTR scenario, getting thoroughly fucked in the bed and bathroom, and even going for a walk with a leash on for outdoor sex. All of it….

“…You really don’t remember?”

“Eek……”

I remembered it all.

…But I didn’t remember anything I did after getting drunk.

W-what on earth did I do?

Can a human possibly do something worse than that…?

“You really must have blacked out. …Well, it’s probably better that you don’t remember.”

“……What did I do?”

“No, no. You didn’t do anything. You just drank and passed out, so get ready for work.”

“……”

The boss teasing me with his ambiguous words, as if I’d made a huge mistake or done something incredibly… embarrassing, was really irritating.

…But opening Pandora’s box seemed much scarier than that.

What did I even do to make the boss act like this?

Did I assume a submissive pose and bark like a dog?

No, honestly, that wouldn’t be worse than what we did outside….

“If you’re really too tired, tell me now. I can cover for you today.”

“…No, I-I’m fine.”

“Really? You sure you’re okay?”

“……”

Fear? Dread?

I was enveloped in cosmic horror that transcended them, unable to do anything but tremble.

…What on earth happened to make him act like this?

Despite my trembling hands and feet in fear, I habitually opened the closet to get ready for work, but.

“Eek…!”

…Clearly.

The cosplay kimono I had stashed away somewhere in the corner.

Was hanging prominently on the far right side of the closet.

As soon as I saw it, I remembered yesterday’s forgotten memories, and at the same time…

…I realized my phone, likely holding those memories, was sitting innocently on the desk. Grabbing it like I was warding off an evil spirit, I threw it onto the bed.

But the boss picked up my phone, which had landed on the bed, and placed it back in my hand.

“Why would you throw your phone? It’d be trouble if it broke.”

“……”

“Our great… hmm, what was it? General? Ah, Shogun….”

“Aaaagh! Agh! Shut up, please!”

…I’m crazy, I really am.

Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy…!

…I want to kill myself.

Sincerely.

**

I opened Pandora’s box.

-There’s no need for formalities. Although I am of noble birth, I brought you into the palace because I liked you, so don’t feel burdened. This humble woman also….

“Turn it! Turn it off! I’m deleting it, give me my phone right now!”

…I don’t think I’d feel as embarrassed even if I walked down the street completely naked.

Why, why is a woman who looks exactly like me, wearing clothes from my closet, talking like that?

Hey, are you crazy?

What are you doing stealing my body, you crazy bitch…!

…What state of mind was I in, drunk, to perform that kind of act?

Ah, of course, I was drunk so I wasn’t thinking straight, but if that’s the case, you should have just passed out quietly! What kind of pathetic display is that?

My face felt so hot it was practically burning. Trembling all over, I frantically tapped my phone screen to delete that bizarre video immediately.

“I have it on my phone too.”

“Aaaagh, pleeeease, Boss-nim!”

“I didn’t tell you to do it. You suddenly put on clothes and did it yourself.”

“I don’t know, I don’t know!”

Unfortunately, my dark history wasn’t just on my phone. The boss, having witnessed it while sober, started coaxing me with a sly smile.

…Your comfort means nothing when you’re like this.

Sigh, I must be crazy. My marriage prospects are ruined, really.

I feel like I’ll think of this every time I play games from now on, what do I do….

“Why are you so embarrassed? …It’s more wholesome than doing that outside.”

“…Please shut up.”

“Honestly, it was kind of hot too. When you were whining like, ‘This humble woman…!’, you were kinda cute.”

“Shut up, pleeeease!”

Because the memory of that day, clinging stickily to my mind and tormenting me, just wouldn’t fade.

…I knew I’d never be able to defy the boss for the rest of my life.

Because this person saw my lowest point.

This way,

I have no choice but to ask him to take responsibility….