"Hey, hey, put it away, you fucking asshole!"
"Look at me, you fucking bastard!!"
"P-put the fucking camera away!!"
"Name: Park Eun-ji. Age: Twenty."
"W-what the hell are you doing?!"
"You fucking piece of shit!!"
Sigh…
The video quality matched the latest smartphone.
Park Eun-ji's face, her expressions, her body—everything was crystal clear.
The only downside was the distorted audio.
It couldn't fully capture her screaming.
"...You're dead, you fucking bitch."
But the woman in the video—
The woman with her bare chest bouncing, her boobs swaying—was undeniably Park Eun-ji.
I clenched my fists.
I couldn't stop the smirk tugging at my lips.
"Now, how should I ruin this bitch…?"
This was solid evidence.
The phone in my hand was sharper than ever, sharp enough to stab right through Eun-ji's throat.
With this, I could make her do whatever I wanted.
I could pay her back for everything she'd done to me.
"Wow… you… you fucking bitch… seriously…"
Eun-ji's plump boobs on the screen.
I paused the video.
Stared right at them.
"Hah…"
The sensations from earlier were still vivid.
The soft, squishy feeling in my hands—I'd probably never forget it.
…No.
I didn't need to forget it.
I didn't need to miss it like this.
This video in my hands was basically a free pass.
If I wanted to grope Eun-ji's boobs, I could do it whenever.
If I wanted to suck her nipples, I could do it as much as I wanted.
And if I played my cards right, I could even shove my dick inside her pussy.
Because Eun-ji had clearly enjoyed it too.
Otherwise, why would her nipples get hard?
Why would her pussy drip like that?
Why would she moan so lewdly?
Her flushed face was full of shame.
The way she couldn't admit her own pleasure was captured perfectly on screen.
...Now I was sure.
This wasn't baseless confidence—I had more than enough proof.
So my steps were light. Quick.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I'd clean up the mess in my house later.
The stench of that bitch's sweat wouldn't go away just from airing out the room anyway.
The best I could do was open the windows wide.
I locked the door just in case my parents came back.
Even if they did, it wouldn't matter.
"Ah…"
The wet spot on the floor caught my eye.
All of this was Eun-ji's doing, so my heart pounded as I passed through the kitchen and living room.
I grabbed a wet wipe and hastily cleaned it up.
Then, for some reason, I brought it close and sniffed.
Faint, but definitely Eun-ji's scent.
Like Hansel and Gretel, she'd left a trail all the way to the front door.
"Hah…"
The aunt (Eun-ji's mom) had gone to work today.
That meant Eun-ji was home alone.
And I wanted to grope her body more. More. More.
Beep— Clank.
The heat outside was suffocating.
And so was the heat in my pants.
My dick strained against my zipper, ready to burst out.
Ding-dong.
Eun-ji wouldn't open the door politely.
If she knew it was me, she'd explode in rage.
She might even pretend she wasn't home.
But the Eun-ji in my hands—
No, the Eun-ji on my phone—was moaning with a lewd expression.
If she saw that, she wouldn't dare leave me outside.
Ding-dong.
I pressed the bell again.
Ding-dong.
Impatient, I kept mashing it.
"H-hold on—!!!"
A loud voice, loud enough to be heard from outside.
Panic laced her tone, which wasn't what I expected.
…Was she actually waiting for me? Then why did she run away earlier?
My suspicion only grew.
From inside, Eun-ji kept telling me to wait.
"Hah, haha…"
Had she finally realized her situation?
Or had the pleasure from earlier become too much to resist?
No threats needed—this was a bloodless victory.
The fierce Park Eun-ji had become this docile, like she'd been tamed.
I crossed my arms.
Then, feeling cocky, I leaned on one leg.
I was practically oozing confidence.
That Park Eun-ji.
The fact that she was scrambling to greet me made my pants even tighter—
"Hey! Kim Do-hyun!"
"Guh— Wha—?!"
My heart nearly stopped.
I gasped so hard I choked.
"Huh? What, why are you so surprised?"
"Uh… S-sis…? Why are you…?"
"...I'm on break, so I came home. Is that so shocking…?"
She was tiny, barely reaching my chin.
Her bright yellow hair gave off a slightly edgy vibe, but her face was soft, almost ditzy-looking. The contrast was weirdly charming.
"...No, it's not that…"
"Did you need something from our house?"
Noona—Park A-young—looked me up and down.
I quickly covered my crotch and stood awkwardly.
"...Another errand for Eun-ji?"
"Uh, well… yeah…"
"Ugh, you're such a guy… You weren't like this before."
A-young looked at me with pity.
No, worse—sympathy. Her eyes were full of it.
"...But you're still a good kid."
"Uh, yeah… I know."
Good kid? Yeah, right.
Her family didn't know the real Eun-ji—the one who acted sweet but was rotten inside.
Ding-dong.
"Why isn't she opening the door? It's hot as hell out here."
A-young fanned herself.
Beads of sweat dotted her forehead.
"Ah! I said wait a fucking second!!"
"...You know she's actually really sweet, even if she acts annoyed, right?"
A-young gave me an awkward smile.
Maybe she was forcing it, or maybe she just saw her little sister through rose-tinted glasses.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Eun-ji stomped toward the door, pissed off.
But her reaction earlier…
I glanced at A-young beside me.
Something was connecting in my head.
"If you wait, I'll open it!!"
Beep-boop— The lock disengaged.
"You couldn't even wait for— Huh?!"
The door opened.
Eun-ji's face, just as sweaty as A-young's, appeared first.
"...Y-you… Why are you… here…?"
Eun-ji's eyes widened like saucers.
"Eun-ji~!!"
A-young immediately hugged her.
"Ah, sis… Why are you with… him…?"
A beautiful sisterly reunion.
But unlike A-young, who was purely happy, Eun-ji looked stunned.
"Hmm? We just ran into each other outside."
"O-oh… really?"
"It's fucking hot. Is the AC on?"
"...Yeah."
Eun-ji's gaze stayed locked on me.
Her laser-like eyes were practically cursing me out.
She jerked her chin to the side, telling me to get lost.
"...What are you doing? Come in before all the cold air escapes."
A-young pulled her suitcase inside first.
Eun-ji, still holding her sister's hand, was dragged in with her.
Thud.
I caught the door before it closed.
Eun-ji's eyes bulged again.
I quietly showed her my phone.
"...What's th— Oh."
Recognition flashed across her face.
Her expression crumpled like paper, then turned bright red.
"...Just come in."
"Kim Do-hyun! Close the door!"
Was she acting meek because of her sister?
Or was she still terrified of what I'd shown her?
Her face stayed frozen.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"...Excuse me."
"Yeah~ Excuse me."
I kicked off my shoes haphazardly.
This was only my second time here recently, but the layout already felt familiar.
A smirk tugged at my lips.
"I'm gonna shower first. It's too hot. Just leave my bag there—I'll unpack later."
A-young pushed her suitcase to the side of the sofa.
Then, with light steps, she disappeared into the house.
A moment later, she came back with a change of clothes from her room.
She looked at us, still standing awkwardly in the living room.
"...Why are you just standing there? You'll hurt your legs."
She hugged her pajamas to her chest.
And on top—neatly folded underwear.
She didn't seem to care that I was staring.
"Ah, Kim Do-hyun, you…"
She narrowed her eyes at me.
Somehow, even when she glared, it was cute.
But she still didn't bother covering her underwear.
"...Keep that up, and Eun-ji will get mad."
With that, she hurried off.
Thud. The bathroom door closed.
And the moment she was gone—
Eun-ji unleashed a torrent of curses.
"...Hey, you fucker…"
"Fucker?"
"Ah, you goddamn piece of shit…"
I wiggled my phone tauntingly.
Eun-ji covered her face with her hands, breathing heavily.
"...Hah!"
"Oh? Ohhh~ You can't do that~?"
Her hand shot out—
Straight for my phone.
But I'd expected that.
Her reaction was so predictable I almost laughed.
"And even if you take it, it's useless. I already made copies."
"...You fucking bastard, are you bragging right now…?"
Her expression was a mess.
Shame, irritation, anger, confusion, panic—all mixed together.
"...What would Noona think if she saw you like this?"
"..."
I showed her a screenshot of the juiciest part.
Her face wasn't fully visible, but her body—plump and lewd—was unmistakably hers.
"...Mom has no idea her daughter's like this, huh? Or wait—imagine a mom watching her own daughter's porn. Pfft."
Eun-ji straightened up.
Her clenched fist looked ready to smash into my face, but I stayed calm.
"If you mess with me… if you even think about touching me… I'll spread this all over town…?"
"Hah… What?"
She looked like she didn't understand.
So I repeated myself, slow and clear.
"Drop your fucking panties, bitch."