Under the Umbrella.
Yena and I walk side by side, facing the same direction.
Maybe it’s because of the rain, but the streets are nearly empty.
It feels like we’ve rented out the entire road just for the two of us, which is kind of refreshing.
A puddle appears in front of us, and without a word, we both subtly shift our steps to avoid it—like we’re synchronized or something.
In that moment, my elbow accidentally nudges Yena’s waist.
“Oh, sorry…”
She glances at me briefly before letting out a quiet chuckle.
Then, without saying much, she looks forward again.
Her lack of reaction leaves me feeling strangely unsatisfied.
‘…’
I glance at the arm slightly blocking my view.
She’s holding the umbrella handle up high.
After hesitating for a moment, I wrap both hands around that arm and cling to it tightly.
Yena doesn’t seem to mind.
‘She’s not saying anything…’
Since I’ve already done it, maybe just a little more…?
Instead of stopping at her hand, I wrap my arms fully around hers and pull it toward me.
Squish—
“…”
Her elbow presses against my chest.
I sneak a glance up at her, wondering if she noticed.
Luckily, she doesn’t seem to.
Relieved, I pull her arm in even closer.
Squeeze—
The pressure against my chest is oddly satisfying.
…Wait. Did her elbow just move slightly?
Probably just my imagination.
“Kyat…!”
A sharp jolt runs through my chest.
The sudden sensation catches me off guard, and I let out an embarrassing sound.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ah, nothing…”
Her elbow had poked right at… well, that sensitive spot.
Of course, there was no way I could just say that out loud.
I quickly adjust my position to avoid any more accidents.
…Was that really an accident, though?
Or did she know exactly what she was doing?
‘No way. That was way too precise.’
Hitting that exact spot by accident? That’s practically superhuman.
Besides, Yena doesn’t have the luxury to play around right now.
She looks like she’s deep in thought, staring straight ahead.
“…What are you thinking about so much?”
I start getting curious.
What’s got her so lost in thought?
“About what’s going to happen next.”
“And what’s that?”
“Heh, you’ll find out soon enough.”
“…Hiek.”
I regret asking.
It takes me a second, but I eventually piece it together.
She meant—
She’s been planning exactly how she’s going to mess with me.
Right now, in her mind, am I lying beneath her, helplessly gasping?
Or am I the one in control, holding her leash like a proper owner?
Hmm. The first option seems way more likely.
Knowing Yena’s twisted personality, she’s probably imagining all sorts of ways to dominate me.
Thinking about it too much makes the me-in-my-head feel kind of pathetic.
“…Are you scared?”
“…”
To be honest…
Yeah, a little.
I’ve been through a lot already.
And I do know her personality well enough.
“I could still head back ho—”
“Nope. Not scared at all. Hmph.”
“…Good.”
The me in her imagination is probably lying flat, whimpering and drooling like an idiot.
‘But…’
There’s no way that’s going to be my reality.
Before, I only lost because I didn’t understand how to deal with Yena.
But now, I do.
She has a weakness.
Well… not just a weakness.
She has a particular vulnerability to permission.
Hmm. That sounds weird.
More like—she struggles when I’m the one giving permission.
Looking back at what happened earlier…
‘…You can touch.’
‘Haha… It’s fine. Let’s just go.’
The moment she touched my chest, she flinched and pulled her hand back like she’d touched fire.
Turns out, she’s the type to get nervous about actual physical contact.
So basically, as long as I don’t act like I’m being forced, I win.
“We’re here.”
“…?”
“Hayul?”
I keep replaying Yena’s reactions in my head.
Okay. If she tries to touch my chest,
I’ll let her.
That should make her panic.
Then, while she’s caught off guard… I’ll pull her in instead.
Hehe.
“This is your last chance, Hayul.”
“Huh? What is?”
“If you want to leave, you can.”
‘Now she says that?’
She should really work on hiding her excitement when she talks like this.
I can feel the sticky anticipation in her voice.
‘Ugh…’
Who else would take in a pervert like her?
The way she’s setting this up is so obvious, I almost burst out laughing.
I pinch my thigh discreetly to hold it in.
‘She’s giving me an out, huh…’
The mischievous part of me can’t resist.
“…Then, I’ll go.”
“…Really?”
The light in her eyes dims like she just lost everything.
Her face crumbles instantly.
That reaction… it’s so not like her.
“Pfft…! Hhh—hic…!”
“Why are you laughing?”
“Obviously, it’s a joke, dummy. Where would I even go at this point? Hehe.”
“….”
Yena closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again.
She stares at me silently, then suddenly—
She reaches for my stomach.
“W-Wait, what are you—Kyaa?!”
My world flips.
One moment, I’m standing upright.
The next, I’m folded over Yena’s shoulder.
Her broad shoulder digs into my belly, my body dangling helplessly.
Like I’ve been kidnapped straight out of a cartoon.
My backside sticks up in the air, my skirt flipping just enough to reveal the bare skin underneath.
I kick my legs frantically, but her grip on my waist is ironclad.
“Put me down! I said put me down—! This is scary!”
“Hoo…”
“Kya-ut?!”
With the sound of a slap, a sharp pain spread across my butt.
It felt like one hand was gripping my waist tightly while the other struck me.
Fingers dug into my butt and rubbed against it.
Then, as if foreshadowing the next strike, a light tap followed before the sensation disappeared.
Fearing I might get hit again if I stayed still, I resisted more strongly.
“I’m sorry! Sorry! I was wrong, hyauk! I said I was wrong, ugh?!”
It had no effect at all.
My hips trembled wildly, and my vision swayed back and forth.
Before I knew it, we had made our way inside her house.
The loosely hanging bag slipped off my shoulder and dropped onto the floor.
Yena didn’t stop and strode straight into the bedroom.
The hem of her shirt, following gravity, barely covered her chest.
“S-stop! Kyat, I was wrong…! I was wrong, yoohok?!”
It felt like my butt was on fire.
Because she kept striking only one side, the stinging pain kept piling up.
With every sharp smack that echoed, my legs trembled uncontrollably, and I found myself automatically admitting fault.
“Shh… Stay still.”
“Nggh, uuht. Y-yes…”
When I came to my senses, I realized I was clinging tightly to her waist.
Feeling embarrassed, I quickly let go.
My face felt hot—probably just from the blood rushing up.
“Kyaa?!”
Once again, my vision flipped upside down.
My back landed on the soft bedspread.
As soon as my burning butt touched the mattress, a tingling sensation spread.
The heat felt strange, so I instinctively reached down to cradle my backside.
“T-this is too much…”
“What was that?”
Yena lifted her hand and swung it lightly in the air.
Just seeing that made my butt flinch involuntarily.
“Hiik?! N-no, y-you’re right…”
“Hmm…”
But Yena, seemingly unsatisfied, kept her hand raised.
“Y-you’re right! Yes, yes! Y-you’re absolutely right… Hehe…”
“Fufu.”
She let out a satisfied chuckle and lowered her hand.
‘What a wicked woman.’
Ignoring my feelings, Yena undid a button on her shirt.
I swallowed hard, watching the scene unfold.
“So. Any more complaints?”
“Of course—w-wait, put that down and let’s talk properly…?”
“…”
Yena raised her fingers again.
The realization that I needed to surrender immediately was painfully clear.
‘I’ve lost too much control…’
At this rate, what was the point of my original plan?
I needed to get away from her, even if just for a moment.
To regain control, I had to put on a flawless act.
“A-ahaha—maybe it’s because I got caught in the rain, but I feel kinda gross?”
“…Ha.”
Like an audience member enjoying a play, she twisted her lips into an amused smirk.
Her fingers, which had been working on her buttons, reached toward me.
I shut my eyes tightly and continued my performance.
“I feel too icky—I really need a shower… Maybe just for today—”
Smooch.
“Ugh…”
A soft, moist sensation touched my lips.
It seemed my performance had failed.
I hid my trembling hands behind my back, bracing myself for what was coming next.
But unlike what I expected, her lips didn’t part to deepen the kiss.
“Fufu. Go ahead and shower first. In the meantime, your clothes… Hmm. You won’t be needing them, right?”
“…Stop talking nonsense.”
As if.
There was no way I was coming out naked.
That was way too extreme.
“Why not? You’ll be taking them off anyway… Oh. I get it. You wanna go for the gift-wrapped look?”
“You…! Do you wanna die?!”
Whack, whack.
I smacked her shoulders as she continued spewing nonsense.
But I quickly gave up since moving made my butt throb painfully.
“Ow…”
“You don’t look hurt at all. I… I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
“So?”
“Lend me something of yours.”
Screw it.
If things were already spiraling out of control, I might as well go further.
“Hmm. You’ve gotten shameless.”
“Yeah, yeah. I learned from someone.”
The words flowed out so smoothly, just as she had said.
“Hmm… That someone isn’t me, is it?”
“What are you saying? If you won’t lend me anything, I’ll just— Ah, I’ll just leave.”
Of course, that was only until she lifted her hand.
Not because I was scared.
I just hated pain.
It was a natural, instinctive reaction.
“That won’t do. Alright. Since I like undressing you myself anyway.”
“Gyahhh! You’re insane, seriously!”
“Now go on, Santa girl.”
“Ugh… I was going anyway…”
I grabbed my sore butt and stood up.
Twisting slightly, I checked the state of my backside.
Lifting my skirt, I saw—
Just as I suspected, one side was completely red.
Meanwhile, the other side remained pale and untouched.
But I had no time to dwell on it.
Because that absurdly strong, smart, and rich…
Well.
That crazy pervert was eyeing me with a wicked look.
I did my best to avoid her gaze as I headed for the bathroom.
Smack.
“Kya-ut?! H-hey, stop that!”
“Sorry.”
“You—ugh! Saying sorry doesn’t—yahyak?! D-don’t press it…! Y-you crazy—ahh…!”
It felt like my butt was being torn apart.
It hurt so badly that I cursed without thinking.
“Tsk, use prettier words. Now hurry inside?”
“Screw… off!”
The moment her hand left my skin, I bolted into the bathroom.