Chapter 24 : Did you… want to touch my chest?! Ah, ugh!

“With your body… you want me to apologize…?”

“Yeah. You kinda get what I’m saying, right?”

“Uh, no? I don’t really get it. Haha.”

What is she trying to make me do?

If it’s Yena as I know her…

It definitely won’t be something easy.

In front of me, I see a firmly locked wooden door.

In this soundproof place, no one would know no matter what happens.

Yena, sticking close behind me, is…

As I slowly grasp the situation, fear starts creeping in.

Memories from a few days ago begin resurfacing.

How I was forced beneath her…

Is she planning to do something even worse than that?

‘If she goes that far…’

My eyes flicker toward my phone, neatly placed on the desk against the wall.

If things get really bad, I’ll push her away and throw myself toward it.

Just for a moment, I’d get to see her flustered face.

Then, if I open the app and show her,

I might avoid the worst-case scenario.

“Hmm…”

“Eek.”

While lost in thought, I feel a warm touch on my chin.

A hand, moving so slowly I barely notice, presses gently against my skin before sliding down.

Her fingers trace circles near my Adam’s apple, then spread to wrap around my throat.

My neck fits entirely in her grasp.

Her hand glides back up and grips under my chin.

‘Wait, this is dangerous…’

I try to stop her out of unease, but—

“Shh. Stay still.”

“…”

“That’s it…”

Had she been watching my hands? The moment I move, she stops me.

My frozen hand hovers awkwardly in the air.

Yena’s other hand reaches down and interlocks with mine.

Not that I have the composure to process it.

“Eek…”

Slender fingers press firmly against my carotid artery.

Thump, thump.

Through her hand, I hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

‘So this is what it feels like when she touches me here…’

A little uncomfortable, but not enough to hinder my breathing.

‘It’s… kinda scary.’

Like she might choke me any second.

Fear, unease, terror—

All kinds of emotions flash through me.

But strangely, there’s also… a hint of comfort.

Through the gap in my shirt, I feel something slightly firm.

Sniff

“Hah…”

Yena buries her nose deep against my neck and inhales.

Her sharp-looking nose, which seemed cold from afar, now feels soft against my skin.

After a few more breaths—

Mwah

“…!”

A wet sensation presses against the nape of my defenseless neck.

Goosebumps prickle across my skin.

Like she just kissed me without moving anything but her lips.

Yena’s body feels like a vast prison trapping me.

Fingers interlock as her arm coils halfway around my waist.

Her other hand grips my slender jawline, holding my entire throat.

Like a cat entranced by catnip, she inhales deeply, faster, tracing my neck.

Intermittently, her lips press wet kisses behind.

Mwah, slurp, sip

“Ah! Eek… Hyaah…!”

Maybe it’s the mood.

My body feels more sensitive.

Like this…

It’s like I’m being served by Yena.

At first, I was scared, but the longer it goes, the more accustomed I become…

Weirdly comfortable, my body keeps relaxing.

The more I loosen up, the tighter her grip feels.

But she eases the pressure just enough so it doesn’t hurt.

Her silent consideration makes me feel… good.

My restrained body stays in place even if I go completely limp.

“Nghh…”

“…You look like you’re enjoying it?”

Yena pulls her lips from my neck and speaks.

‘…What should I say?’

She told me to apologize, but saying I like this would be weird.

But saying I don’t… would be a lie.

As I agonize over my response, the fingers on my throat slide up to gently hold both sides of my jaw.

“…Huh?”

Already slack, I can’t resist.

Well, more like… I don’t want to.

This gentle restraint is different from before. I shouldn’t, but… it feels nice.

As her hand gradually tightens, my head naturally turns.

Following the motion, my gaze lands—

On something sticky, clinging.

Pale pink eyes, dripping with desire, locked onto me.

“Hah.”

“…What?”

Suddenly, a “pfft” escaped me—I laughed.

A question mark appears on Yena’s face as she sees this.

Since I’d been relaxing my strength, her restraint had loosened significantly.

Meaning, even if I exerted just a little force, I could move forward.

Mwah.

“…Hah.”

“…”

It must’ve been an unexpected attack—her eyes widen sharply.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this flustered before.

A strange sense of conquest slowly rises from within, filling my head.

Even though the difference in strength means she still has a firm grip on me…

To anyone watching, it’d look like I’m the one leading this situation.

‘I… I did it.’

Something I’d only imagined—I actually went through with it.

And Yena? She was completely conscious right now.

This… must’ve been her first kiss.

Yena, who just had her first kiss stolen by me—

Her pupils tremble violently.

Watching that, the situation feels sweeter than I’d ever imagined.

‘…Should I do it again? Heh.’

Thinking about it…

From the start until now, I’ve been the one in control.

I was the one who took her real first kiss.

Sure, it was a little forceful, but…

It was an order anyway. She won’t even remember, right?

And I’m probably the first to ever stab at Yena’s pride like this.

(Though, well, I was just retaliating for what she did to me.)

In the end, I’m the one smiling here.

And right now—

I stole the lips of a fully conscious Yena staring straight at me.

This time, exactly as I’d imagined. Perfect. Literally perfect.

I look into her eyes.

Now, they burn so intensely it’s almost an illusion.

‘Hmm, does she hate it that much?’

“What? Was it that unfair? Because it was your first kiss? But actually—”

“…Who do you think you are?”

“Ghk—?!”

It lasted less than a second.

In that brief moment—something happened.

At a speed almost impossible to follow with the eye—

She lunges. I blink, and suddenly, I’m in a terrifyingly familiar situation.

The fingers interlaced near my stomach snap up in an instant, seizing both my wrists.

Hoisted like a noose above my head, I’m immobilized again.

The hands on my jaw tighten.

My face is locked in place, cheeks squished, lips forced forward—

Parted slightly, in an obscene shape, as if begging for a kiss.

Naturally, her body leans in, and what follows is exactly what anyone would expect.

“Nghh—! Mmph, s-stop…! What the—?! Mmph, slurp…!”

“Slurp, hah. I told you… tsk…! To apologize— slurp.”

‘What… did I even do wrong?’

Everything was going exactly as I’d planned, but—

Before I could even process it, the events of that day were replaying.

With just a few differences.

One—Yena wasn’t hypnotized this time.

Two—I was sitting as this happened.

The sound of wet, messy kisses fills the room.

The gentle gaze she’d fixed on me earlier is gone, replaced by the eyes of a predator staring down its prey.

Every movement is purely for her own desire—

No consideration for me whatsoever.

It’s like she’s trying to break me by force.

“Slurp, nghh—! Hyaah?!”

Now, I’m the one with panicked eyes, subjected to her overwhelming hunger.

I try to close my mouth against her invading tongue, but every time, her grip on my jaw forces it back open.

Tears well up uncontrollably, but—

She only smiles in satisfaction at the sight.

No intention of letting go.

I can’t shake my head. Can’t push her away.

The only thing I can do is press my feet against the floor and try to slide back.

Clutching at my fading consciousness, I push with all my strength.

A weak force scrapes against the wooden floor, shifting me backward.

For a second—just a second—our lips part.

“Cough—Y-Yena! W-wai— Ghhk?!”

Of course, that doesn’t free my wrists from their living handcuffs.

If anything, the noose tightens with every struggle—I can’t even feel my fingers anymore.

Each time I inch back, Yena immediately follows, sealing my lips again as if warning me not to dare escape.

“Slurp, haah! S-stop, please…!”

Thud.

Something hits my back.

The hard, unyielding surface behind me—

A wall.

The despair of having nowhere left to run crashes over me.

And I’m not the only one who notices.

Yena approaches differently this time—slow, deliberate, on her knees.

I force my spinning mind to focus, scrambling for an escape.

‘…My phone.’

Keeping my locked jaw still, I glance sideways.

There it is—within reach if I just stretch my hand.

The desk I’d pushed against the wall after tutoring. Who knew it’d be my lifeline?

The problem? My bound wrists.

I try twisting them, but they’re locked in place.

Noticing my struggle, she slams them weakly against the wall.

Pinned there, my arms go completely numb past the elbows.

Her red tongue flicks past her lips, as if marking her territory, waiting for its true prey.

‘I have to free these hands… somehow.’

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hih, gulp…! N-nothing, ahaha…!”

I turn my gaze forward—Yena is watching me silently.

Did she figure out why I looked away?

No, even if she did, she wouldn’t know about the app.

“I-I just, pant…! Thought you were, ngh…! Really good at studying…!”

“…”

A nonsensical lie, buying time.

My lips, broken and malfunctioning, barely form words.

Drool keeps slipping out—every syllable is a struggle.

‘No choice…’

Just once.

It’s not even locked anyway.

I…

decide to throw my last gamble.

“Y-Yena… slurp… haah…”

“Speak.”

“C-can I… touch your chest?! Ah, hng! Ngh…!”

Thud.

No answer.

The pressure on my wrists and jaw vanishes in an instant.

At the same time—a sharp pain stabs through both peaks of my chest.

“Ahiiieek…! Aah, pat…! Ghhk!”

Yena’s hands are crushing my chest.

The unfamiliar sensation sends violent shudders through my body.

Every nerve trembles like it’s been electrocuted.

Gritting through the pain—

Half-unconscious, I reach for the desk.

Thankfully.

In one motion, my fingers close around the phone.