When I think back to that moment when my jaw twisted to the side and all the strength left my body, I must have been overwhelmed with an incredible sense of helplessness.
That's why my body acted against my will.
It was my body, yet it didn't feel like mine.
I probably collapsed limply, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Was this how an ant felt being crushed under a human's foot? I was being overpowered by something I couldn't resist.
And my body, which had no chance to brace for the fall, immediately face-planted, twitching frantically, maybe from the pain.
"Ugh, ughhh… Huhhh…"
Eventually, my vision brightened again.
I couldn't tell how long I'd had my eyes closed—or if I'd actually blacked out.
But my body still wouldn't move as I wanted.
Even though my vision had cleared slightly, my eyelids felt as heavy as if weights had been attached to them.
"Haa… Huh, haaa…"
Then, Park Eun-ji's voice tickled my ears.
Park Eun-ji, panting heavily, seemed to be right in front of me.
"Guh, guhh… Huh, haa… Hoo…"
I tried to wake up.
But my body remained motionless, like waterlogged cotton.
"...Fuck, you little shit… You're really… asking to die…"
Ah, right.
I had splashed my cum all over Park Eun-ji's face.
When I imagined Park Eun-ji—who had just had a loser like me's cum dumped on her face—my current situation, with my jaw twisted like this, made a little more sense.
No, maybe it was a miracle I was even still breathing… or maybe I was about to get beaten to death.
"Hey, you… fucking bastard…"
A call dripping with malice.
That "fucking bastard" was, of course, directed at me, lying face-down on the floor.
"Huh, ha… Haaa…"
"...You little shit, you got too dicky… How dare you crawl up here, fuck…"
Had I gone too far?
Even so, was ejaculating on her face crossing the line?
"Hey, fucker. Hey, hey!!"
Something—probably her foot—prodded my shoulder. Tap. Tap.
"Ugh, ughhk…"
"You little shit! Not getting up?!"
This time, she stomped on my back. Thud. Thud.
"Fucking bastard… Really, really… Haa, fuck… You're dead…"
Being stepped on felt oddly refreshing.
I'd been kicked before, but this was the first time I'd been stomped on barefoot.
Soon, my aching balls and lower body.
Even in this state, my body was still buzzing with excitement.
"...Fuck, I reek… Just wait… I'm gonna wash up, and when I come back… I'll beat you to within an inch of your life… No, I'll fucking kill you…"
The foot massage, which had been oddly pleasant, gradually faded away.
Then, BANG!—the door slammed shut in frustration.
"Hah, h-heh… Hoo… Ah, ahh… Fuck, this hurts…"
My head was spinning.
I'd never been beaten this badly before, so my body was still in shock, trying to adjust.
"...Why'd she have to beat me like that… Ugh…"
I muttered to myself in the now-empty room.
Then, I desperately tried to move my unresponsive body.
"Ah, h-huh… Haa, hhh…"
Suddenly, it felt like I'd been hit with a hammer instead of a fist.
They say hitting someone's jaw is attempted murder—that bitch must've really been trying to kill me.
"...Fucking bitch… I did everything she said, so why the hell…"
Sure, I'd blackmailed her a little, but that was the "stranger," not me.
And it wasn't like I'd actually planned to ruin her life… Right now, I just felt unfairly treated.
"Hoo…"
The places she'd hit me hurt.
My resentment toward Park Eun-ji only grew.
And yet, I realized there was nothing I could do about it.
"Hah, haha…"
If I stayed like this, all I'd get was more beatings.
It was obvious that once Park Eun-ji came back from washing up, I'd be nothing more than a punching bag.
"...Fuck this."
It wasn't fair to just sit here and take it.
The only way I could think of to retaliate against Park Eun-ji was through the random chat.
Well, more precisely, something akin to blackmail.
"Hoo…"
By now, quite some time had passed since I'd been left lying on the floor—since Park Eun-ji had left the room.
Sensation was slowly returning to my unresponsive body.
"Ah, ahh…"
And my dazed mind began to clear.
It felt like I was regaining light I'd lost.
"That fucking bitch…"
For just splashing cum on her face once, the price I'd have to pay was way too steep.
No matter how I looked at it, I'd be the one taking the loss, so I tried to think of the best possible move.
"Haa… But I've put up with it for so long."
How long had I been Park Eun-ji's lackey? I wasn't sure, but it had to be at least ten years.
At first, I thought it was just because we were close, because we were friends… so I saw it as no big deal.
It was just a favor from a friend—and since it was Park Eun-ji… I figured it was nothing serious.
When it was just the two of us, things were fine, but at school, she couldn't resist tormenting me.
At some point, she really started treating me like a worthless piece of shit, and so did her friends.
"I've put up with enough, you bitch… Now it's time to pay me back with interest…"
I used to think I was used to this kind of thing.
That's why I never really complained, just went with the flow.
But from the random chat until now, the Park Eun-ji I'd experienced was just a girl who was a little stronger… and a little better at fighting than me.
If we fought for real, of course, I'd get my ass handed to me… but I had no intention of doing that.
For someone who acted so tough, she didn't seem experienced.
I thought she'd be used to this kind of thing, but that was just my delusion.
In some ways, she was even more clueless than me, a virgin loser.
Realizing that the only area where I could beat Park Eun-ji was a huge revelation.
At least when it came to sex, Park Eun-ji was even more of a loser than me, and I could use that to manipulate her however I wanted.
"Haaa…"
In other words, as arrogant as it sounded, maybe I could train Park Eun-ji.
"Ugh, ughhk…"
As my thoughts raced, my mind grew hazy again, and my body throbbed with pain.
I pushed against the floor and barely managed to lift myself up.
"Haa, hoo…"
With wobbly legs and a trembling body, I barely managed to stand.
Clenching my fists, I headed toward the pile of scattered clothes.
"Ugh, hhh… Fuck. Still hurts…"
I rummaged through the clothes.
What I was looking for was there.
"...I really didn't want to go this far…"
It wasn't like I'd never thought about this before.
But this was straight-up criminal, so I'd felt a tiny pang of guilt.
"...Hah, damn it…"
But that was in the past.
Right now, I had nothing to lose. Before I got beaten to death, I had to take Park Eun-ji down first.
I looked around.
Searching for a place to hide.
"...Here…"
I found a decent spot.
Stepping back, I checked if it was well-hidden.
"Hmm…"
The glint of a smartphone camera caught my eye, but only because I was looking for it.
If you weren't actively searching, you'd never notice it.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I went back to the phone.
Checked the angle of the recording.
"...The quality's gonna suck…"
The distance was far enough that the bed and the area in front of it were fully visible.
But in the video, the faces would be too pixelated to recognize.
"Ah, fuck…"
There was nowhere good to hide.
From this position, recording wouldn't do much.
Pressed for time, I reluctantly chose audio recording instead of video.
I'd made up my mind.
Before Park Eun-ji returned, I reset the phone to its original position.
Then, I moved the pile of clothes a little closer to the bed.
Thud.
Still feeling empty below the waist.
I plopped down on the bed.
Shiver. Shiver. Shiver. Shiver.
My legs trembled uncontrollably.
I wondered what expression Park Eun-ji would have when she kicked open the door and came looking for me.
And if possible, before her fist connected with my face again, I had to talk my way out of it.
I also needed to record something I could use for blackmail on that phone.
"Hoo…"
It definitely wouldn't be easy.
But it was a necessary step to take Park Eun-ji down.
They say courage swells.
When I came on Park Eun-ji's face… or when my jaw was punched and twisted to the side…
Whatever it was, my guts felt like they were about to burst—my courage was definitely swelling.
So I wasn't scared.
If a man draws his sword, he has to cut something down. Right now, my mind was spinning not with worry but with thoughts of how to destroy Park Eun-ji.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Absently, I stroked my half-dead dick to ease the tension.
A few long strands of hair still clung to it—the same hair that had been tangled around Park Eun-ji's head earlier.
Just as I was starting to feel it stiffen again—
Thud. Thud.
From far away, I could hear Park Eun-ji's footsteps, heavy with irritation, approaching.