"Ah…"
This time, she seemed to immediately understand when I told her to take off her panties.
But Park Eun-ji hesitated, her eyes darting around nervously.
"Fidgeting" was the perfect word to describe her state right now.
"...Can't hear me? Take off your panties, you dumb bitch. Show me that stupid cunt."
"Hah… haha…"
Even I could tell how awkward that insult sounded.
And the expression on Park Eun-ji's face as she took the verbal abuse was weirdly shifting.
This wasn't familiar.
Me hurling curses at Park Eun-ji.
And her reaction to me saying those things to her—it was all strange.
"...You're insane. Seriously."
She muttered it under her breath.
If I hadn't been paying attention, I might not have even heard it.
But we were close.
Close enough that I could feel her breath, close enough that there was no way I wouldn't hear it.
"...My sister's home too, you know. What if those people from earlier heard us…?"
She looked troubled.
Annoyed, even.
Every time she made that kind of face, my heart pounded harder.
"...What if they hear? What, you embarrassed about spreading your legs for me?"
"Y-You crazy bastard… Who the hell brags about that in front of other people?"
"Since when are my mom and dad 'other people'?"
"...Ah, seriously… I didn't know you were this impossible to talk to…"
Her face twisted.
Her expression crumpled like a piece of paper, trembling violently.
"Did we ever have a proper conversation before?"
"...At least I never knew you were this much of a fucking pervert."
"Says the bitch who pissed in someone else's house—"
"Shut the fuck up—!!"
Park Eun-ji's roar cut me off.
Her face had turned a little scary, but at this point, it didn't faze me.
"..."
"...Tch!"
I just stood there, shaking my phone in my hand.
Even I had to admit, the way I was acting was kind of arrogant.
But it seemed to work better than a hundred words ever could.
"Not taking them off? Or… you fine with a video of you moaning like a slut getting passed around the neighborhood? Especially with you getting pinned down by some loser like me?"
"..."
Like all bullies, she was wrapped up in her own pride.
She hated looking weak in front of anyone.
Harsh words and rough actions were always part of the act to make herself seem bigger.
And Park Eun-ji?
She was at the top of that food chain.
That's why she couldn't handle this pathetic blackmail, why she was making that miserable face right now.
"..."
"..."
We were locked in a staring contest.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have even dreamed of this.
If our eyes met, I'd be the first to look away.
But not now.
Because Park Eun-ji was the one squirming under my gaze.
"...My sister's home. At least… at least wait until no one's around…"
Her defiance was crumbling.
But this reaction from her wasn't surprising anymore.
The card I held was too strong… and, weirdly enough, she almost seemed to be enjoying this, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
"Why does your sister matter?"
"...Are you seriously asking me that right now?"
Park Eun-ji's eyes locked onto mine.
Her wide, furious stare made my chest drop for a second, but I forced myself to act unfazed.
"Whether she's here or not doesn't matter. If I want to touch you like this… then I'm gonna touch you like this."
"Hngh—!"
She flinched as my hand reached out.
Closer.
Closer.
"...Hah!"
Contact.
Soft.
Warm.
"You—you fucking psycho!"
Thud— Her hand clamped around my wrist.
She tried to twist it, but I just shook my phone in front of her face again.
"I'll give you three seconds."
"...Tch!"
Her favorite phrase.
Whenever she ordered me around, she'd always say, Do it in three seconds or else.
And every time I was too slow, she'd smack the back of my head.
"Three, two—"
"F-Fine! Let go, you bastard!"
Squish, squish.
"Ah… ngh…"
Park Eun-ji turned her head away.
Her gaze was fixed on the bathroom door.
"Relax. Your sister won't be out for a while."
"...The fuck… ngh… how long are you gonna keep… doing this shit…?"
"Until you're wet. Oh, wait—maybe you already are?"
She was wearing the same pajamas as before.
The only difference?
No bra.
"By the way, why no bra? Trying to make it easier for me?"
"...Y-You fucking… I just… ngh… didn't feel like wearing one, that's all…"
"Ohhh. So at school too?"
"You—ah, fuck… What kind of answer are you even looking for…?"
I didn't want anything.
I didn't need anything.
The only thing that mattered was that I could grope Park Eun-ji like this—
In her own house.
With her sister just a door away.
That was enough to make me giddy.
"Your legs must be tired. Wanna sit for a bit?"
"Haa… fuck you."
I played the role of the host for a second.
Then, with an arm around her shoulders, I pulled her toward the couch.
Stumbling, Park Eun-ji let herself be dragged along helplessly.
Thud—
"Hah… ngh…"
I sat her down first, then plopped beside her.
Just for the hell of it, I slung an arm over her shoulder—
And she flinched, her whole body trembling.
"...What? You nervous?"
"...F-Fuck no! I'm just disgusted, you creep!"
This time, I must've misread her.
Her face was twisted in pure revulsion, like she couldn't stand being near me.
"Oh… really?"
Didn't matter.
She was still half-leaning into me, letting me play with her boobs like this.
"Ngh… haah… ha… haaah…"
Her soft moans were nice.
The way she tried to hold them back was funny, but the stifled sounds only turned me on more.
Swish— swish— swish—
And did she even realize?
The way she was rubbing her thighs together like some animal in heat.
"St-Stop… if we keep this up… my sister's gonna come out…!"
Worry flashed across her face.
But I didn't care about her worries.
"So what if she sees?"
"Haah… you're seriously… fuck… do you even have a plan…?"
"Nope."
"...You're such a fucking bastard…"
Her expression froze.
Then twisted in disgust at how casually I said it.
"Ngh… haah… what the hell are you even thinking…?"
A sigh.
Like she'd just realized something.
Had she figured out how deep my grudge ran?
Or did she understand just how badly I wanted to fuck her?
Or—had she noticed how turned on I was seeing her like this?
"Ghk—!"
"...Y-You fucking bastard!!"
It was sudden.
No matter how you looked at it, there was no reason for her to suddenly choke me—but Park Eun-ji wrapped her hands around my throat like she wanted to kill me.
"Ghk! Cough—! Ghk—!"
My airway tightened.
Her long, slender fingers dug into my neck.
"You—fuck! Fuck!!"
I tried pushing her off, but she didn't budge.
Pathetically, I couldn't even overpower her when she was on top of me.
"...Listen here, you piece of shit…"
Her eyes burned with rage.
Her face was twisted like a demon's, glaring at me like she wanted me dead.
Even through all my taunting and teasing, she'd never gotten this angry before. I had no idea what set her off.
"...You bastard… I don't care what you do to me, but if you… if you lay a finger on my sister, I'll kill you. And then I'll kill myself. You hear me…?"
My mind was blank by then.
Air finally rushed back into my lungs.
"Cough! Cough—! Hah… haaah… haaaaah…"
Her whisper from earlier.
Not loud, but it seared itself into my brain.
Word for word, I remembered it all.
Sister—she meant Park A-young.
And if I ever touched her sister, she'd kill me—and herself.
That deadly whisper.
"Hah… hah… hahaha!"
Tears and snot ran down my face.
Drool, too, probably.
I knew how serious this was.
A few more seconds, and I would've passed out.
A few more dozen seconds, and I might've died.
But I was still alive.
In the end, she didn't kill me.
And now, Park Eun-ji was staring at me with an unreadable expression.
"...Laughing? You think this is funny?"
"Hah… hahaha… What kind of bullshit was that?"
"...Bullshit?"
I hadn't meant it like that.
No matter how much of a degenerate I acted like, it was only toward Park Eun-ji.
"Yep. Your imagination's running wild, Eun-ji."
It was hilarious.
The fact that she'd even thought that made me grin.
"...Listen to me. I'm dead serious, you fucker… This isn't a joke."
This was a big win for me.
Another weapon to use against Park Eun-ji.
Click—
"...H-Huh?!"
The sound of a door opening.
I leaned back on the couch, tilting my head to see.
Park A-young stood there, wearing the same pajamas as her sister, pointing at us accusingly.
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
Park Eun-ji was still half on top of me.
At her sister's shout, she made a conflicted face.
"...This bastard was asking for it."
"Haah…! Eun-ji! How many times have I told you to stop bullying Do-hyun?!"
"...Who's bullying him? Since when? If anything, he's the one—ugh, whatever. Haaa…"
Park Eun-ji glanced down at me.
'Just like usual.'
A stuck-up bitch.
"Ah! It's fine!"
"...See? He says it's fine."
"Haah… If you say so. But still, what's with this… weird position? Ugh, never mind."
Park A-young gave up on arguing after seeing us in what was basically a mating press.
And despite the summer heat, her face was flushed—probably from taking a hot shower.