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The day Yu Seoyoung attempted suicide.

On that day, the rain was falling.

Transparent raindrops fell among the gray-stained leaves.

Outside the fogged glass, cars were moving away, making the sound of water.

On a cold day,

Yu Seoyoung was taking antidepressants.

The door was tightly closed, and an old movie was playing on the TV. The shape of water. The purest form of love.

It was a movie she had rewound several times.

“Why did it turn out like this?”

Yu Seoyoung was a smart person.

She rarely forgot things she had seen once, and she had a talent for imitating things similarly.

A delicate memory.

She used it to pass the civil service exam in a year, and her parents congratulated her with smiling faces, making everything seem like it would be fine-

“It’s a lie.”

Yes.

That was a lie.

Her life was empty.

Sometimes she would ask herself.

When was the unhappiest day of her life?

Was it the day she was beaten hundreds of times by her stepmother for leaving a little side dish, turning the room into a sea of blood?

Or the day her parents left after grounding her for hours, with no one to watch over her no matter how much she cried?

Or the day a 10-year-old child called the domestic violence hotline begging for help and reported her parents, feeling guilty for betraying them?

It was raining on that day too.

She hoped someone would save her.

“It’s all meaningless talk.”

What good would blaming her family environment do?

She was just like this because she was born like this.

She had been addicted to self-pleasure for a long time.

On the monitor.

She tormented her clitoris while holding her breasts as if they were about to be torn apart, watching women who were marked with whip marks all over their bodies pledge obedience.

Imagining the day she would lose her virginity while being subjugated like those women over there.

“Master…”

Imagining being subjugated by herself and then being violated by force. That was her main material.

Perhaps from that moment on, her life had already started to fall apart.

When she accepted pleasure through rationalizing abuse.

When her ideal type changed to a master.

Even when she was lovingly cared for, she imagined being mercilessly punished and violated at night.

From such moments, it might have already been predetermined by words.

…

Looking at her phone, she saw over 60 missed calls from her detestable absent parents.

She took another pill.

“Ah…”

Her chest felt suffocated.

Love and sex.

How much had she longed for them?

But what she faced was only tragedy.

Losing her virginity to a scumbag.

Being threatened.

And eventually being exposed, Yu Seoyoung’s life plummeted.

“I thought I was a strong woman.”

She wasn’t.

She was in pain.

Men she wasn’t even close to suddenly turned cold, treating her like a cheap woman hurt.

It was scary to be called a slut by students she trusted.

It was terrifying to be ostracized by girlfriends she had known since high school while hearing rumors.

Reality and imagination were so different-

She couldn’t live accepting such pain as pleasure.

-Gulp.

She swallowed the pills like a goldfish.

That day, Yu Seoyoung took over twenty antidepressants.

At 12:56 AM, her heart stopped beating.

…

…

However,

God did not take her soul.

She woke up in a slightly nauseating place, not her own studio apartment.

A white, plain blanket.

A slightly uncomfortable bed.

A messy desk with attendance books and documents pinned to it.

She remembered this place.

“It’s the teachers’ dormitory.”

From the start, remembering death was strange, but waking up in the dormitory she had left long ago was even stranger.

She raised her head and checked her phone. It was the phone she used a few years ago.

“March 8th.”

The opening ceremony of the high school she first transferred to.

Her heart raced like crazy.

Before all the mischief began.

She had regressed back to that time.

“Why,”

Her throat tightened.

She didn’t want to live, and her life was unspeakably miserable without happiness.

Yet, her body, being honest, expressed joy in every moment of being alive.

Somewhere, she felt forgiven.

“In the end… I have to save the master.”

The fetishists only lusted after her body, and the men who loved her were not fetishists.

In her past life, she dedicated herself to a virgin for human trash and ended up committing suicide within a year.

“I’ll kill them.”

Sexual desire. Love. She had abandoned expectations of such happiness.

The purpose of this life was one thing.

Revenge.

“Let’s kidnap him.”

The man who had exposed Yoo Seoyoung’s personal information.

Pretending to be a fetishist and only lusting after her body, he spread her personal information when she tried to leave, a trash who couldn’t stand her happiness.

If he had touched an ordinary woman, he would have faced the judgment of the law.

Yoo Seoyoung was a regressionist with an extreme love for violence and murder.

“I’ll kill them all. The new mother. That bastard…”

Yoo Seoyoung’s eyes darkened.

After all, there was no way for her to be happy in this world.

The only thing to do was revenge.

Having survived suicide, Yoo Seoyoung thought.

She carried a heavy stack of documents and walked down the school hallway, muttering to herself.

“First, save up as much salary as possible, earn money with Bitcoin, and then hire a kidnapper or a hitman.”

Her sharp mind quickly made plans as her eyes darkened.

-Thud.

“Eek!”

A shoulder bump. An unfamiliar rudeness that she hadn’t experienced in years attacked Yoo Seoyoung’s body.

As she got up in disbelief, a familiar face appeared.

“…Baek Seonghyun?”

She remembered the graduation day of her past life.

Baek Seonghyun had confessed to her.

Roughly.

Why she was beautiful.

Why he loved her.

With an unrefined sincerity, Baek Seonghyun had confessed, embarrassed but sincere.

“It was a perfect sincerity.”

Sexual desire. Obsession. Twisted but pure affection.

The eyes that burned red with a mixture of such emotions – she still vividly remembered them.

To the point of forcing back tears,

Her heart beat fiercely.

“But…”

She rejected Baek Seonghyun.

Due to her low self-esteem, thinking she was dirty.

A woman named Yoo Seoyoung who had been exposed to domestic violence and had been living with depression for over ten years, hoping to be hit by herself.

She was six years older than Baek Seonghyun.

Because she knew what his parents would say.

Because Baek Seonghyun’s love was sincere.

She shouldn’t take him away even more.

But was it a twist of fate?

Baek Seonghyun approached her again.

Again.

And in a completely different form from her past life.

“Was I born in a parallel world? Me?”

His body was much larger than when he confessed last time.

Broad shoulders.

Chest muscles that seemed to burst out of the uniform.

Tight thighs.

He was a monster with a physique that was hard to believe for a high school senior.

She stared at Baek Seonghyun’s body as if possessed – and loathed herself.

“I… How can I think of being loved again.”

To the subject who rejected Baek Seonghyun’s confession and hurt him.

To the subject who would become a murderer beyond a pervert in this life.

What right did she have to think of being loved?

“Thank you.”

‘For loving me.’

“Oh, I just bumped into you. It’s nothing.”

“I bumped into you? What? Oh. I mean, I helped you pick up your things.”

Although she had attempted suicide just a day before, she felt the urge to do it again.

“Well then, go ahead. Oh, by the way, Seonghyun, are you in Class 3?”

“Yes.”

“The homeroom teacher for Class 3 is me.”

‘So, you shouldn’t get involved with me.’

The more precious Baek Seonghyun was to her.

The more she understood Baek Seonghyun.

The more she liked him, the more she had to push him away.

“Let’s take care of each other from now on.”

But Baek Seonghyun just smiled brightly.

.

.

.

“So, is there anyone willing to be the class president?”

‘…Back then, Baek Seonghyun raised his hand.’

In a past life.

Baek Seonghyun was the first to raise his hand.

Without a separate vote, he became the class president unanimously.

After that, the two of them spent quite enjoyable times together.

‘They were just trivial conversations. Talking about which novel is interesting, which romance is intriguing.’

Whenever she recalled the memories with Baek Seonghyun, she always felt at ease.

High school life was boring. But when she was with him, time always flew by quickly.

‘I loved him. I did too.’

Realizing it after dying and being reborn. Wasn’t it too late? What would have happened if she had accepted you back then?

Yoo Seoyoung thought.

‘If Baek Seonghyun confesses, should I reject him again?’

That was right.

As an adult woman, she had to do that.

But whether she could do it or not, she was unsure.

‘If Baek Seonghyun approaches me. And forcibly… pushes me away.’

“I’ll do it.”

Baek Seonghyun said he would become the class president at the right time.

“Oh, it’s Seonghyun.”

She felt a sense of relief as if her heart had been lifted.

Knowing it was wrong, she desperately acted out her past self.

The only daily routine she wanted to repeat in high school.

Despite the wounded mind and betrayed past, reminiscing about those memories was beautiful.

The greedy teacher repeated the punishment from a past life.

“Well, since Seonghyun is the class president now, he should clean up before leaving. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Yoo Seoyoung spoke condescendingly.

But she was in pain at that moment.

She was flustered, excited, and thrilled.

After Baek Seonghyun’s confession, she felt emotions she hadn’t experienced again. Feeling guilty for her feelings, she returned to her pounding heart.

.

.

.

And today.

Baek Seonghyun didn’t clean up as if he was showing off.

Yoo Seoyoung’s heart beat violently.

“Am I really crazy?”

If Yoo Seoyoung was an adult woman with a conscience, she shouldn’t have touched Baek Seonghyun.

But.

Enduring the burning pain, imagining Baek Seonghyun holding back tears due to his pride—

Her heart, mixed with maternal love and guilt, beat lewdly.

Feeling self-reproach but unable to do anything else, she repeated the same sin.

“Class president. Come with me. Now.”

Baek Seonghyun stood up from his seat.

‘Why is he hesitating so much?’

But his walking posture was strange.

Walking as if he was trying to hide something. She furrowed her brows slightly due to the discrepancy between him and his past life.

Just in case, she looked at his pants—

‘Huh?’

The front was bulging as if it were crazy.

It wasn’t a normal size.

‘Mad.’

She completely lost the ability to think logically.

Her face flushed with heat, and her pounding heart cried out in pain.

‘Is he getting turned on by looking at me? Or is he going to hit me?’

In her past life, among the men she had been involved with, no one had that size.

Extreme hormones dominated her body, and her heart raced with thrilling fear.

Yoo Seoyoung imagined him giving orders.

If.

Truly selfish desires.

If Baek Seonghyun still loved her and returned, and if he looked at her with desire.

If he threatened Yoo Seoyoung, forcing her to kneel before him.

If he made her his obedient slave, even smiling bitterly when faced with pain.

“Ah…”

The person who loved Yoo Seoyoung the most-

Imagining him looking at her once again.

Yoo Seoyoung felt excited by the desire of someone she had once loved a little.

But she concealed that emotion cleanly before speaking.

“What did I do wrong, huh?”

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

“I didn’t clean in the morning.”

Sigh-

It was just like the past.

She exhaled heavily- looking at his erect penis, she said,

“From now on, you’ll receive ten hits.”

“…Yes.”

Yoo Seoyoung raised the cane.

The wooden stick, bent to cause maximum pain on the palm, struck it with resilience.

-Thwack!

“One hit.”

Baek Seonghyun endured the pain with difficulty.

The hot and lewd excitement tormented Yoo Seoyoung.

She barely held her breath, swinging the cane for the second time.

-Thwack!

“Two hits.”

‘You must be in pain, Seonghyun.’

Being an irredeemable pervert, the fact that he committed sins excited her.

For the student who loved her so much.

Out of selfish desire to see him once more, she inflicted wounds.

‘I want to relive those times with you.’

Feeling guilty yet excited.

The only enjoyable moments in high school. Moments of sharing trivial stories during study time, just the two of them-

She wanted it.

Even if he suffered.

-Thwack!

“Three hits.”

‘I’m a bad woman.’

She knew it herself.

And- if.

If by some chance, Baek Seonghyun approached her again.

‘I’ll accept everything. No matter what wounds you inflict.’

With a mix of excitement and guilt.

She raised the cane.

‘Hurt me as much as possible. So I can repent.’

With all the speed she could muster, she struck Baek Seonghyun’s palm.

-Thwack!

Blood gushed out.

“It’s bleeding!”

“Blood, it’s blood!”

The children’s eyes filled with confusion.

Only then could Yoo Seoyoung- breathing heavily- see Baek Seonghyun.

She tried. Unconditionally, to make him bleed by the fourth hit.

To meet him once again.

And she was surprised.

Baek Seonghyun’s eyes were those of a predator eyeing its prey.

A person who acted as an ordinary person during the day but transformed into a ruthless master at night.

There was a man there that she couldn’t find in her past life.

Her heart raced madly.

She swallowed her anxiety.

‘What will become of me now?’

Lowering her gaze, she spoke in a tense voice.

“Seonghyun, come to the office.”