Park Eun-ji's pure white body was like a blank canvas.
And on that canvas, my marks were slowly increasing one by one.
Thud— thud—
"Ah, ah—!"
Park Eun-ji's lower stomach twitched.
Her abs, more defined than before, tensed and flexed.
"Hmm… ah, ah, ah—"
She weakly tapped my head with her arm.
She probably thought she was hitting me hard enough to hurt, but out of all the punches I'd ever received from Park Eun-ji, this was the most ticklish.
So much so that I couldn't help but let out a soft pfft— of laughter. And at my laughter, she flinched.
She tried to squirm backward, but there was nowhere left to retreat.
I moved closer, pushing my body deeper inside her.
"Hng! Ha, haah—!"
I slid my leg between her tightly pressed thighs.
The space between her thighs, forced open, was slightly damp.
No, it wasn't just her thighs—even the sheets were soaked, as if drenched in water.
"…How much did you even leak?"
I was kind of worried about the sheets and the bed, but my curiosity was something I couldn't hold back.
"W-what! S-stop it, ahh—!"
Her reaction was entertaining.
Seeing Park Eun-ji in such distress made me happy.
"It's fine, it's fine—"
"I-it's not fine at aaall—!"
It wasn't like I had to smell the scent of her arousal.
It wasn't like I had that kind of fetish anyway.
Wham—!
"…Ah."
It was her knee.
Her knee slammed into my chin.
For a moment, my head spun.
"I told you to stop, you fucking bastard—!!"
Park Eun-ji's shrill voice pierced my ears, and my vision darkened instantly.
"Ugh, ugh…."
I must've bitten my tongue—a metallic taste spread in my mouth.
The iron-like stench of blood filled my nose, and nausea rose in my throat.
"Ah… haaah…."
Light slowly seeped back into my darkened vision.
And just as I could barely see again, Park Eun-ji's fist loomed large in front of me.
Thud—!
That playful punch from earlier was long gone.
This one was heavy, with enough force to smash my face in.
"Ah… ahh…."
I saw stars.
Just moments ago, this had been my room—a place where the ceiling was the only sky. But now, actual stars twinkled above me.
"You… fucking… bastard…"
Park Eun-ji's face, barely visible, was filled with shame.
The expression that had once been flustered was now brimming with venom.
Her bare chest, swaying slightly, was fully exposed.
The marks I'd left on her were vivid, and now she was desperately trying to cover herself with the sheets.
"Haah… If you… mess with me one more time…"
Her voice was seething.
It was hard to believe this was the same Park Eun-ji who had been moaning under my touch just moments ago.
"...Fuck, that hurts…"
It had been a while since I'd been hit this badly.
Aside from when I was a kid who didn't know how to control my strength, I don't think I'd ever been hit this hard before.
But for some reason, my head felt clearer.
The anxiety that I might get hit again lasted only a second.
I was going to make sure Park Eun-ji knew exactly who she'd just hit.
"…Park Eun-ji, you—you just hit m—ah, ugh!"
The metallic taste of blood filled my throat.
I tried to swallow it down, ready to snap at her, but Park Eun-ji seemed busy.
She suddenly grabbed the bedsheet and started rolling it up.
The blanket she'd been using to cover herself slipped down.
"…What are you doing?"
I could only watch Park Eun-ji's actions in silence.
No—I had to watch.
Her sudden behavior was so abrupt that my brain couldn't keep up.
"...I said, what are you doing?"
"Frantic" was the perfect word for it.
After rolling up the sheet, she set it aside and started gathering the clothes I'd stripped off her.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
She bundled them up, then glanced at me once.
"Uh, uh—hey! Hey!"
And then Park Eun-ji bolted—completely naked.
She reached the door in what felt like less than a second and flung it wide open.
"…Fuck, I'm screwed."
My body swayed unsteadily from the lingering pain.
I quickly got up, but my balance was still off.
Now it was time for my parents' shocked screams.
My dad might even come at me with a bat and beat the shit out of me.
…Park Eun-ji's reaction had completely blindsided me.
My mouth went dry.
My hands and feet trembled slightly from the sheer unpredictability of it all.
"...."
It was quiet.
Unnervingly quiet.
"Ah…"
A suspicion sprouted in my mind—what if Park Eun-ji had knocked out my parents to eliminate witnesses?
"…Fuck. Fuck."
The situation was getting weirder by the second.
And I had a really bad feeling about it.
With trembling legs, I forced myself to follow the path Park Eun-ji had taken.
"Ugh, ugh…."
First, I pulled up my underwear and pants.
With unsteady, hesitant steps, I left the room.
"...Mom? Dad?"
I still couldn't grasp what was happening.
Thud— thud— thud—
I slowly made my way to the kitchen.
"…Mom?"
I called for her again.
…Again, no response.
Clatter— bang—!
"Ah, fuck!"
Then, the sound of the front door slamming shut.
I didn't even have time to catch my breath before rushing to the kitchen.
"Ah…"
Luckily (or unluckily), the kitchen was empty.
But the traces left on the dining table—
And a small note tucked under a glass of water.
[*Son~ Mom and Dad are going on a date.
We'll eat dinner out.
Tell Eun-ji to take her time and have fun.
—Mom.*]
"...."
I didn't know if the timing was good or bad.
But one thing was clear—my parents had no idea what had happened.
It was a small comfort, but I needed a bigger one, so I headed back to my room.
"Haah! Haah! Haaah—!"
My heart felt like it was going to explode.
No—maybe it already had.
My breath was ragged, my throat tight.
My heart was practically jumping out of my chest.
"Haah, hah… huu…"
My hands and feet trembled.
Not from fear—but from sheer embarrassment.
I wanted to die. Right then and there.
"Ah, fuck… crazy bitch… psycho…"
But honestly?
It felt good.
His hands, his mouth, his tongue—all over my body.
It was my first time, so this feeling was new to me.
It was like an addiction.
Like sinking into a swamp.
By the time I realized it, I was already in too deep.
But still—no matter how good it felt—
How could he…
"Haah…"
I told him to stop.
I made sure he understood, over and over.
But I—
I came.
I pissed myself.
On the bed.
In front of Kim Do-hyun.
"...Fuck."
It felt like my dignity had been shattered.
No—it had been shattered.
"You fucking bastard… You should've known when to stop…"
The marks he left all over my body.
The bite marks.
He'd spent so long sucking and biting that my skin now carried the faint scent of his saliva.
"Sniff… sniff…"
My mouth was dry.
It was like my body had been coated in his spit.
"Haah… you bastard…"
First, a shower.
I was too wet down there—I couldn't stay like this.
"Haaah…"
My body felt heavy.
Like I'd just sprinted 100 meters at full speed.
My limbs trembled slightly.
I couldn't ignore the excitement coursing through me.
…Excitement.
That's what it was.
I didn't even want to put into words why I was excited.
"Haaah… I don't know…"
I didn't want to think about it.
It was giving me a headache.
"Did I even need to take this…?"
I threw the clothes into the laundry basket.
Then there was the bedsheet—
Damp.
A memory flashed through my mind—getting scolded as a kid for drawing on a map.
"Huu…"
Why did I even take it?
In my panic and embarrassment, I just grabbed it without thinking—but what was I going to do with it now?
The washing machine would handle the laundry.
But if Mom saw it and asked questions, I had no idea how to answer.
"…I never should've gone in the first place."
Right.
I was an idiot for actually listening to Mom when she sent me on that errand.
"Ugh…"
All I could do was sigh.
And the sighs kept getting heavier.
"Ah… I'm losing it."
I stood in front of the mirror.
The reflection staring back at me was a complete mess.
"Ah…"
The clear bite marks and bruises on my shoulders.
The blue marks all over my boobs—even in places that weren't easily visible.
"…I'm screwed."
A house full of women.
I used to dress and undress freely, but now I couldn't even change in front of Mom.
"You… fucking bastard… Why the hell don't you know when to stop?!"
I clenched my fists.
…I did hit him pretty hard earlier, but fuck… I'm not some psycho… Why the hell am I even worried about that bastard…
The anger wouldn't fade.
No—it never had a chance to.
Warm water.
I stood stupidly under the showerhead, letting the water pour over me.
The flowing water.
The warmth washing over my body.
But the marks remained.
Like scars, they clung to my skin, forcing me to remember what had happened.
"…How am I supposed to face him now?"
Was it the hot water? My head felt dizzy.
The steam fogged up my vision, but this didn't feel like someone else's problem.
Drip— drip— drip—
The shower stopped.
This was enough.
My face looked even darker than before.
Exhausted, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.
Drops of water I hadn't fully dried fell to the floor.
But I didn't have the energy to care.
"Huu…"
My steps felt heavier than ever.
I'd never felt this physically weighed down before.
My body was still damp.
I collapsed onto the bed.
"Haah…"
It was soft.
The feeling of the blanket absorbing the water wasn't unpleasant.
Buzz— buzz—
"Ah, fuck!"
My phone vibrated.
Someone was calling.
And that someone was obvious.
"Ah…"
My heart shrank to the size of a pea from tension.
But the name on the screen made me feel relieved—
And, strangely, a little disappointed.
"…Bullshit."
I picked up the call.
A familiar voice filled my ears.
"Hey, what?"
—I'm on my way home.
"…So?"
—So? Wow, listen to how you're talking to your unnie!
"Unnie my ass."
—My ass!? Are you serious!?
"…Ah, shut up. Did you get on the bus? Wasn't unnie coming this week?"
—…Yeah. I'm on it, why?
"You called me?"
—Ah... right.
She was shorter than me, with smaller boobs, yet she always acted like the older sister.
But technically, she was my older sister—so she had the right.
And that had its own charm.
—The bus is so hot…
"It's hot, so what? I've got the AC blasting. Nice and cool."
—Haah… Listen to you.
She started grumbling, rambling on.
For a moment, I forgot about everything that had just happened and played along.
—Ah, there's a new café here.
"Where?"
—Right next to the terminal.
"Ah, the termi… You're here?"
—Yeah. If I take a taxi, it'll take like 5 minutes? Maybe 5 minutes.
"Ah… that's fast…"
No time to laze around now.
From the bedsheet I'd brought out to the footprints leading to the front door—
There was too much to clean up.
First, I needed to get dressed.