episode_0034

Sometimes, it happens.

Even without the hassle of conversation, you just know what the other person wants to say.

“…You’re trying to… rape me.”

Hato Yozora (羽透 夜空).

22 years old.

Hobby: Drinking.

The preference she’s secretly nurtured since childhood…? Not important, so skip.

Gulp.

I swallow hard, turn my back to the entrance, and slowly step toward Seo Woojin.

“……”

Seo Woojin.

20 years old.

Hobby? Who knows?

Preference? Who cares?

It’s fine.

What matters is already decided.

One.

He’s decent-looking.

Two.

His body is well-toned—probably from consistent exercise.

Three.

Strong pride.

…Guys are like that, right?

Rather than some random girl who spreads her legs easily, wouldn’t you rather wreck someone prettier, with a better body, and more pride?

Even if you’re raped, you’d prefer it be by someone attractive, right?

“……”

Well… whatever.

His expression stiffens, lips pressing together as if biting back words.

Has he given up…?

But his eyes don’t look resigned…

Let’s see…

A spoonful of disgust.

A spoonful of contempt.

Anger.

And… murderous intent.

…Ah.

Got it.

He’s just annoyed.

Annoyed that he’s about to be helplessly raped by me…

So, what? You’re mad, Woojin? Heh.

Good.

After briefly locking eyes with him from a distance,

I hum a little tune and take a light step forward.

Maybe because it’s a studio apartment the size of twenty tatami mats, but a single step closes the gap between us significantly.

Another step.

And another.

By the time my neck tilts up slightly to meet his gaze,

the pitch-black cardigan draped over my shoulders brushes against the thin T-shirt crumpled earlier by Woojin.

…Sniff, sniff.

He smells good.

Technically, it’s just sweat mixed with his natural scent, but…

It’s fascinating.

Even though I caught this scent when I hugged him tightly downstairs,

the faint trace lingering now is far lewder.

Maybe because… right now, it’s like an appetizer before devouring him?

Dunno. Not sure.

I mean… I’ve read tons of erotic novels and doujinshi, but…

This is my first time in real life…

Ahaha. How embarrassing.

“……”

“……”

Ah. He’s pissed now that I’m close.

Look at those eyes. Wanna hit me, huh?

My cheek…?

My lower stomach…?

My ass…?

No, no.

A man should have manners.

Hitting a woman without permission? You’ll end up on the news like that noona did.

Sure, you might be mad since I already said I wouldn’t have sex with you, and now I’m forcing myself on you, but…

…So what?

What’re you gonna do?

I want to have sex with you right now.

Your opinion doesn’t matter.

Survival of the fittest. Ever heard of it?

Pfft. If you don’t like double standards, then be stronger than me.

Pathetic little shit, getting raped by a girl…

Just to piss him off more,

just so he’ll hate me,

I press my cheek against his shirt, drenched in his scent, rubbing aggressively.

“This man is now my personal dildo.”

“Anyone weaker than me, don’t even think about touching him.”

…Like marking my territory.

Clutching Woojin tightly,

Hato Yozora.

I carve my name,

my scent,

into him—without his permission.

“…Senpai.”

Ah. Now he’s really mad.

Look at him, dropping his voice like that. So unlike him.

Tch. What kind of tone is that to use with your precious senpai?

Want me to punish you? Huh?

Fine. After school, meet me in the old building.

I’ll give you a special one-on-one lesson…

Woojin, arms awkwardly spread as I cling to him, furrows his brows.

I grin at him, then force him onto the bed.

Of course, someone as small and frail as me couldn’t possibly overpower Woojin, packed with lean muscle…

…So,

I borrow a little help from my abilities.

“…Hehe.”

“……”

A pair of jet-black horns.

A jet-black demon’s tail.

Revealing them, I pin Woojin—too busy glaring at me—firmly onto the bed.

Now…

Let’s have fun, senpai~

34

I quietly tested my left wrist.

Since she wasn’t pressing hard enough to break it, I could barely move—but that was it.

The moment I tried to pull free, Yozora immediately forced my wrist back down.

A sigh escaped as I tried my right wrist—same result.

A long, coiled tail wrapped around it like handcuffs, leaving no room to struggle.

…In the end.

“Hmph~”

“……”

I—

could do nothing.

“Don’t be scared… I won’t be too rough…”

“……”

Even as the sound of fabric rustling filled the air,

even as Yozora, straddling me, fumbled with my shirt buttons,

even as she grinned down at me with half-lidded eyes…

All I could do was clench my jaw and glare.

“Think of it as… experience~ Once you start working with me… you’ll see how good it feels…”

“……”

Fuck.

I definitely told her to go find some masochist on Twitter if she wanted this.

Guys who’d indulge her kinks,

guys who were outright sadists—

any damn pervert would’ve swarmed her.

Of course, that’s irrelevant now…

But knowing that doesn’t make this any less infuriating.

Grinding my teeth, I stared up at Yozora’s smug face.

Logically, the best way out of this was no reaction.

If I cursed and fought back, she’d only enjoy it more.

Stay silent, stone-faced, and she’d get bored.

…So I waited.

But—

“Gonna take your belt off now~ I’ll let go of your wrists if you behave…?”

“……”

Contrary to expectations, Yozora didn’t care about my lack of response.

She just kept going.

Slithering between my legs,

awkwardly unbuckling my belt,

pulling down my pants—and my boxers with them.

Freeing my half-soft cock,

as if putting it on display.

…Fucking bitch.

“Ehh… It’s all floppy now…”

“……”

“It was so hard earlier…”

“……”

“What to do…?”

The only silver lining? Unlike before, when blood rushed south from her groping, I wasn’t hard at all now.

This was fine.

If our genders were reversed, maybe—but a woman can’t rape a man who isn’t erect.

If I stay quiet, she’ll give up.

Just leave already.

Mentally sighing, I glanced between my legs.

“…Guess I have no choice…”

Yozora, who’d been grinning, scratched her lip thoughtfully before kneeling between my thighs.

Leaning forward,

grabbing my completely disinterested cock,

she looked up at me—

and started jerking.

Squelch.

Squelch.

No warning.

No hesitation.

…Yeah.

Technically, this is rape too.

…Just a lamer version.

“Hnnn…”

“……”

Her small, cold hand wrapped around the base of my half-hard cock.

Drunk and unsure, she studied my face as her fingers slid up to the head—

then pulled back sharply.

“How’s that…?”

“……”

“Pfft… Feels good, huh? Getting harder…”

“……”

“S’okay~ If you’re too shy to say it, I understand~”

Misinterpreting my silence, she kept moving her fingers eagerly.

I stared blankly before checking the clock.

…Thankfully, her technique was terrible.

Just squeezing randomly,

stroking haphazardly—

clumsy as hell.

The only reason I was hardening was because any stimulation would do that.

I refused to sleep with her because the idea of being used pissed me off—not because she wasn’t my type.

Anyway.

At this rate, she could jerk me for 24 hours and I still wouldn’t come.

So I stayed quiet, letting her do as she pleased.

She’d get tired soon—

her arm would ache,

she’d whine about why I wasn’t cumming,

then give up.

So…

Just endure a little longer…

Just a little…

“Hmm~ …Guys masturbate like this, right…?”

“……”

Though not fully hard, my cock gradually swelled under her touch.

Confident now, her hand moved faster—squelch, squelch.

I’d done my homework beforehand.

I knew how to handle a man’s cock.

Not the entire shaft—just here.

From right below the head to the base. Squeeze, squeeze.

…Yeah.

No issues so far…

“How is it…? Will it get hard like before…?”

But then—

our conversation got weird.

“Do you… like my hand…?”

“……”

Silence.

Woojin hadn’t spoken since earlier.

Strange.

I thought he’d snap at me to stop.

He looked pissed—

but stayed quiet.

Hmm…

What did that mean?

“Woojin~ …Do you like this…?”

“……”

See?

Every little tease made his eyes scream fuck you,

but he wouldn’t say it.

“Yozora, you fucking—”

Something like that.

“……”

“……”

Hmm…

Weird.

I expected him to snap and pin me down instead…

Why’s he so docile?