Chapter 15 - Chapter 13: Episode 12 - Coercion and Persuasion
TGIF.
They call it "Burning Friday"—the day students and office workers live for.
When the clock strikes five, everyone usually heads home in high spirits, ready to enjoy the weekend.
But I'm not in a good mood. I'm practically shaking, praying that the lecture never ends.
I know that when Yu-rin says, "Let's go to my place"—which she does every single Friday—it means a grueling ordeal is about to begin.
Yu-rin's obsession was far from normal.
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If I so much as brushed against another woman, she remembered it. And when we were alone over the weekend, she'd get worked up into a frenzy and ravage me without a shred of mercy.
Whenever I saw her expression shift—her eyes turning cold and predatory as she scolded me in a voice that sounded like a complete stranger—
I would shudder with a sickening mix of terror and anticipation.
Feeling that suffocating possessiveness—like a child who refuses to let anyone else even look at their favorite toy—every time she broke me, I felt like something deep inside was snapping.
Under the weight of her constant obsession and coercion, it was becoming harder and harder to resist her.
The questions she interrogated me with during sex felt hauntingly familiar.
It felt just like the "Education" I had put her through back in our school days.
The roles were just reversed now. Instead of me "granting her wishes and doing lewd things," it was me "being ravaged until I blacked out while sobbing the answers she wanted to hear."
In the end, the teacher and the student had traded places.
Even though she was my girlfriend, I was terrified to get into bed with her.
The sex was rough, intense, and far more demanding than anything I'd ever experienced in my previous life. It was exhausting.
If sex in my past life was an act of mutual pleasure and emotional connection,
sex with Yu-rin felt like a one-sided assault of her emotions—a relentless drive to dominate me and push me until I completely submitted.
And yet, there were too many reasons why I couldn't just break up with her.
I didn't want to disappoint my parents—the first real parents I'd ever had.
They knew we'd been dating for a long time. Our families were so close they were practically in-laws already, a bond that went far deeper than a simple boss-and-subordinate relationship at the company.
I treated Yu-rin's parents like my own father and mother-in-law. I was terrified that if I ended things, I'd destroy the bridge between our families.
The prospect of a breakup had grown into something much bigger than just the two of us.
I was scared of the collateral damage—of all the relationships that would be ruined in the fallout.
Having already made two women miserable by two-timing them in my past life, I didn't have the stomach to ruin people's lives all over again.
But thinking back to meeting Minji at the cafe yesterday, I felt like Yu-rin might be changing a little.
She had introduced me to Minji—the most popular social butterfly in our department—calling her a new friend.
Normally, Yu-rin wouldn't let another woman within ten feet of me, but she'd introduced us herself. Even while we were chatting at the cafe, she hadn't shown any signs of jealousy.
Instead, she just watched us with a curious expression, listening to our conversation.
I tried to figure out why she was acting so differently and concluded that Minji must be a "positive influence" on her.
This was the same Yu-rin who used to fly into a rage if I even looked at another girl.
The fact that she brought Minji to me herself meant there had to be something special about their friendship.
Because of that, I started to see Minji as a "reliable friend that Yu-rin actually likes."
I didn't have any female friends, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, Minji could be someone I could actually talk to.
Today, like clockwork, Yu-rin was waiting for me the moment my lecture ended.
Was it because of the meeting with Minji yesterday?
Yu-rin seemed positively radiant with generosity.
I really felt like she had turned a corner.
I even allowed myself to hope that she might actually be "considerate" of me today.
As we headed to her place, much of my usual dread had evaporated.
It felt good to see her like this.
Though, it would have been even better if she wasn't kneading and groping my body like she was working a piece of dough.
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I was a fool for trusting her.
She tore into me just like usual—no, even worse than usual—ravaging me as if she intended to eat me alive.
Changed?
Oh, she'd changed, all right.
This time, she had set a trap, using my own actions to push me even harder.
The fact that she'd acted so sweet after introducing me to that woman herself... it was terrifyingly calculated.
It was completely unfair, but I knew that if I didn't "apologize," she would keep making me faint and ravaging me all weekend long.
I remembered the time I tried to resist. She locked me in the master bedroom for three days and two nights, forcing herself on me until I thought I was actually going to die.
The most shocking part was that while I was drifting in and out of consciousness, she would chew up food and water and force it into my mouth with a kiss just to keep me going.
It was only two months ago that she did it so severely I was bedridden for three days and couldn't even make it to class.
If I don't apologize right now, she'll never stop.
Gasping for air, my voice breaking between moans, I forced the "apology" out of my mouth.
But she didn't want to hear it. She silenced me with a bruising kiss and
kept ravaging me, her hips thrusting faster and more violently than before.
In her rough, relentless assault, my opinion clearly didn't matter.
It was proof that her obsession had only spiraled further out of control.
I fainted and woke up dozens of times in a haze of maddening pleasure.
I wasn't released until Sunday night.
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Now that I'd thoroughly educated Seon-ah so he wouldn't do anything "wrong" again, I felt I could relax for a while.
I'd drained him so completely that he wouldn't be able to get it up for anyone else, even if they tried to force him. That thought alone brought me immense relief.
Now, all that was left was to deal with Minji, the little bitch who had the nerve to show interest in my man.
The private detective agency I'd hired said the "specialists" they recommended would have everything ready by next week.
Yu-rin had amassed a small fortune through stocks and investments, using the generous allowance she received from her mother, Yu-ra.
She'd been building her capital since high school, thanks to the investment tips she'd picked up from her father, a full-time investor.
Even so, the money she was spending now was just a drop in the bucket compared to what she'd earned.
Money was important for a happy life with Seon-ah, but making sure Seon-ah belonged solely to her was the only real priority.
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A woman in a black suit and dark sunglasses stood smoking a cigarette as she moved a neatly "packaged" crate.
Money solves almost everything.
It buys food, clothes, and shelter. It can even settle a grudge.
But still, this was excessive.
"I don't care how rich she is, what kind of crazy bitch drops this much cash on a job like this? She must be fucking loaded."
It was enough money to put a hit on a CEO or kidnap a high-ranking politician and still have plenty left over.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of history they had for the client to pay this much just to snatch up a couple of civilians.
"Don't think too hard about it. Just take the money and do the job. You know how many bitches have ended up dead because they got too curious?"
Her partner, a colleague in the same dirty business, spoke up.
They were "Fixers"—unregistered Awakened who drifted between China and Korea, taking any job as long as the price was right.
Ever since the Gates appeared, public safety outside the designated safe zones had become a joke. Law enforcement in those areas was worth less than the trash on the street.
The unregistered Awakened who lived in those lawless fringes were known as "Scavengers."
Scavengers were people with the powers of an Awakened who had avoided the system, often by reporting themselves as missing to erase their identities.
Because they didn't officially exist, they were the perfect tools for wetwork and off-the-books operations.
Even the large guilds frequently employed Scavengers to "resolve" threats from competitors or internal dissent.
The current contract was simple: kidnap two civilians, perform a few "tasks" the client requested in her presence, and then ship them off to the human trafficking markets in China.
The Scavengers got to keep whatever they made from the sale, and the private agency that worked for the big guilds would handle the cleanup and erase the trail.
It was an offer they couldn't refuse. In all her years as a Fixer, she'd never seen a job this lucrative for so little effort.
The steel-banded crate let out a sharp
clatter
as it was moved. She gave it a sharp kick, and it went silent.
One target was already "secured." Now she just had to go pick up the other one.
She looked down at the crumpled paper containing the next target's personal info. Glancing at the attached photo, she finally lit the cigarette she'd been holding in her teeth.