episode_0153

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There was no particular reason for following him.

It’s just…

Call it the unique stalking instinct of Aberrant-type Transcendents.

It absolutely wasn’t because of some thought like, If I tail Seo Woo-jin, maybe I’ll find some useful weakness.

And it definitely, definitely wasn’t because I was hoping to dig up a weakness on par with Baek Seo-yeon is a villain-affiliated spy.

I had time to spare,

he didn’t seem to harbor any hostile feelings toward me,

and since he was heading in a direction that only slightly deviated from the way home, I just decided to follow him for a bit.

Again, it was purely because of the Aberrant-type Transcendents’ unique stalking instinct.

“…Over there?”

After about ten minutes of walking from Hangang Park,

Seo Woo-jin, who had been walking nonstop, finally paused in front of a building.

That must be his destination.

Taking the chance to cool off and making sure not to get caught, I tiptoed quietly before ducking behind the corner of another building and peeking out.

The building in front of Seo Woo-jin was…

Well, an incredibly expensive-looking officetel.

Would it cost hundreds of millions? The kind of place someone like me could never even dream of living in.

So this is where a Healer-type Transcendent lives.

For a brief moment, I—still just a low-ranking member of the Villain Alliance—felt the crushing weight of the wealth gap between us.

Tilting my head, I watched as Seo Woo-jin fiddled with his phone instead of going inside.

Why isn’t he entering?

Is he waiting for someone?

If so, who?

A girlfriend?

…Or something illegal?

“…Hmm.”

Maybe I’ll stick around a little longer.

Lost in thought, I kept observing him when a woman walking down the street approached and started talking to him.

At first, I thought she might be his girlfriend, but they parted ways shortly after, so probably not. It seemed more like she was just asking for directions.

As I continued my surveillance, Seo Woo-jin—who had been blankly staring at his phone—slowly turned his gaze toward the officetel.

At the same time, he wiped away the cold expression he’d been wearing and smiled warmly.

Like he was meeting a lover…

…No.

More like—

He was acting.

“…Did he really come here to meet his girlfriend?”

A rich girl living in a place like this?

Well, if not a girlfriend, maybe his parents.

There’s no way he’d make that kind of face in front of another guy.

Either way, for all the effort I put into tailing him, the payoff is a little disappointing.

But what can I do? Getting useful intel from a single stakeout would’ve just been luck.

Sigh.

It feels like a waste to just turn back now…

Since I’m already here, maybe I should at least see who it is.

Letting out a small sigh, I casually crossed to the opposite sidewalk, pretending to be a passerby.

And then, I saw her.

Han Su-a.

The daughter of Hansol Group—the one Yorora was trying to seduce.

She was standing in front of Seo Woo-jin.

With slightly flushed cheeks.

“What are they talking about?”

They were exchanging words, but the distance made it hard to hear.

I could pop out my ears to listen, but then my tail would come out too.

If there were no people around, maybe, but with a few men nearby, I didn’t want to draw unnecessary attention.

Besides the embarrassment, I also didn’t have an excuse prepared in case Seo Woo-jin caught me.

In the end, there was only one thing I could do quietly.

From a distance, I tried to read Han Su-a’s lips to figure out what they were talking about.

So…

Sek.

S?

Sex pa…

T.

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You.

“…Ah.”

That one unusual word made unrelated events click together in my head.

Yorora, who had suddenly called me a month ago, babbling about the red string of fate.

Seo Woo-jin, who had quietly overlooked my and Yorora’s existence despite having leverage over us.

Han Su-a, Yorora’s target.

Seo Woo-jin, who had somehow known Han Su-a since the entrance ceremony.

If I roughly piece these together,

it means Seo Woo-jin,

even now, as a non-villain,

is helping Yorora.

“…”

Then,

why?

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As the saying goes, humans can never beat machines.

“Ngh… Ugh… I-I messed up…”

Even if squeezing my hardened nipples between my fingers feels good.

Even if scolding my clit with my fingertips, loaded with all kinds of fantasies, feels good.

Even if fingering myself until my head spins, thrusting deep into my soaked walls, feels so good I could die.

It still can’t compare to the pleasure of using a machine designed for masturbation.

“Seo Woo… jin… you bastard… I said I messed up…”

Next to a half-empty bottle of gaoliang liquor.

I brought out a vibrator—resembling an electric massager—and pressed it against my clit, already drenched in slick, over and over as I sank into the sofa.

Of course, it was the same spot where Seo Woo-jin had fucked me like he was raping me last time.

…Maybe it’s because my tits are unnecessarily big.

He said it was uncomfortable to fuck me on the table, so instead, he pinned me down on the sofa and pounded into me.

“I apologized, so why… why’s it getting faster…? You… fucking premature bastard…”

Bzzzt bzzzt—

The vibrator’s sound warped weirdly from how wet I was, but I pressed it harder.

Gasping for air, drool dripping between my lips and the sofa’s backrest, I tightened my grip.

Even as my juices endlessly spilled onto the cushion beneath my knees,

even as they soaked the vibrator and made my hands uncomfortably sticky,

I didn’t let go.

Imagining Seo Woo-jin raping me,

I raped myself.

“I messed up… I messed up… This is Korean, right…?”

Eventually, my strength gave out, and I collapsed onto the sofa, but I still brought the vibrator to my clit with both hands.

The faint smell of cum from days of using it as a side dish, the scent of my own slick from days of nonstop masturbation—it all blended together, but I still sniffed the sofa’s scent as I tortured my clit.

Even as my hips jerked and I rolled onto my side,

I didn’t let go of the vibrator.

…I could just pretend we changed positions.

It’d be boring if he just pounded me from behind.

Like this, lying on my side, he might want to grope my tits while fucking me…

Besides, my tits… they’re kinda hot, right?

Even I want to motorboat them sometimes,

so how could a guy resist?

Grabbing them roughly,

biting them with his teeth to leave marks,

licking them all over—

for that, this position would be better than just mating from behind…

– Knock knock knock.

“…Huh?”

Right as I was about to suck on my own tits, imagining it was Seo Woo-jin.

A soft knocking sound echoed from the front door.

Less than five seconds later, the doorbell followed.

I panicked for a second—because I was in the middle of masturbating—but… whatever. I quickly calmed down.

…Probably a wrong number.

I didn’t order delivery or anything.

And how could I go out looking like this?

My lower half is drenched.

I decided to pretend I wasn’t home, pressing the vibrator back against my clit as it buzzed loudly.

– Beep. Beep beep beep.

“…?”

But the noise didn’t stop.

Not only that, but now I could hear someone pressing the door lock’s keypad.

My first thought was a burglar.

But if it was a burglar, wouldn’t they have checked if I was home first?

Then what? A robber? What’s the difference between a burglar and a robber?

The most plausible guess was that a drunk resident had mistaken my place for theirs.

“Ah… shit…”

Whatever.

If they press it a few times and realize it’s not their house, they’ll leave.

If they don’t, I’ll just go out and yell at them.

Sure enough, the door lock let out an error sound—beep—after a few failed attempts.

See? Should’ve drunk in moderation.

Running my fingers through my hair, messy from grinding against the sofa, I took another sip of alcohol before flopping back down.

“…Huh?”

Then it happened.

A unique notification sound—KaTalk—chimed from my phone on the table.

I usually have all notifications muted,

except for one.

The sound that plays when Seo Woo-jin messages me.

“Wh-what…”

Rolling off the sofa, I immediately grabbed my phone.

The touchscreen was unresponsive from the alcohol I’d spilled earlier, so I wiped it clean with my pajama sleeve before reading:

[Master]

– Open up.

Immediately,

I rushed to the front door and unlocked it.

Belatedly, I realized this was the wrong choice.

Last time, I was drunk and let my guard down,

but at the very least, while sober, I should’ve acted like the rude Yorora he knows.

But,

“…Why… why are you…”

“Close the door first, then we’ll talk.”

Staring at Seo Woo-jin, who seemed slightly angry, my mind went blank.

The fact that I was only wearing an oversized black T-shirt that barely covered my thighs from all the masturbating.

That if he stepped past the entryway into the living room, he’d see the sofa reeking of female arousal.

That my vibrator, covered in my slick, was still lying on it.

All of it.

“Is your bed in the same state?”

“N-not really… but…”

After briefly glancing at the wrecked sofa,

Seo Woo-jin—who had draped his coat over the relatively intact armrest—walked straight into my bedroom without permission.

Why are you here?

Why are you mad?

Why haven’t you contacted me until now?

Did you just fuck Su-a?

There were a million things I wanted to ask, but I followed him silently.

Still wearing nothing but the T-shirt.

Holding the hem down firmly,

Clomp clomp.

Once we reached the bedroom, Seo Woo-jin—

“Hey.”

“W-wait…”

—forced me to sit on the bed.

Or rather, lie down—he pushed me so low it was practically that.

Then he pinned my hands against the mattress and leaned in close.

…So handsome…

No,

I’ve been masturbating nonstop since getting home—I must reek of sweat. What do I do?

Not to mention the smell of slick and drool…

“Answer me first. Yorora.”

“Y-yes…”

Without thinking, I replied politely, then bit my lower lip in regret.

I should’ve spat out, Let go of my hands, you fucking bastard.

Trying to calm my pounding heart, I slowly looked up at Seo Woo-jin.

…A cold, expressionless face.

Ever since he forcibly brought me home, this was how he always looked at me.

But today, it felt even colder.

…It’s turning me on.

“What did you do to Han Su-a?”

“…”

I don’t know.

But judging by the situation, something must’ve happened.

Something serious enough for Seo Woo-jin to be mad at me.

Did Su-a get hurt?

If so, Seo Woo-jin would’ve fixed it without a second thought.

If she’d died, he wouldn’t be asking me this calmly.

The only thing that comes to mind is how I pressured Su-a earlier today to hurry up and get fucked by him.

Combining that with this situation…

Did Su-a send Seo Woo-jin a message like, Please have sex with Yorora first?

Saying Yorora really wanted to get fucked?

“…”

What do I do, Su-a?

If you did that…

Master,

he’s going to be pissed.

…He hates that, you know?

You saw it too.

Even if he fucks me without hesitation,

he only cums inside you—in your mouth.

“…I didn’t do anything.”

“Say it again.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You pissed me off by putting ideas in Han Su-a’s head, didn’t you? Or not?”

“…You’re delusional. Dumbass.”

“…”

I lightly kick his thigh to piss him off,

I yank my hand free and flip him off to piss him off,

I grin up at him to piss him off.

Seo Woo-jin stares down at me for a moment,

then exhales—

a chilling sigh—

before whispering one more sentence into my ear.

“…This won’t make me fuck you, Yorora.”

“…”

One more.

“If you want to get fucked that badly… do something worth fucking.”

“…”

One more.

“Then, as a reward… I’ll fuck you all night long.”

“…”

“…You’re smart, so you get what I’m saying, right?”

“…Go fuck yourself.”

“What? You want me to cover your face with a blanket and fuck you while calling you Han Su-a?”

“…”

“You’d hate that too. It’d hurt your pride.”

“…”

“If you want to get fucked as Yorora, getting cursed at the whole time… then do better.”

“…”

A few more words.

Whispered softly.