Became a Rapist 48

## Chapter 48 – To Catch the Daughter, Start With the Mother (5)

After a brief moment of contemplation, I chose the middle ground: blocking Yoo-jung’s punch.

However, even after blocking her punch, I didn’t counterattack, didn’t try to instill fear in her.

Instead, just as I had done with Yoo-jin in the morning, I grabbed Yoo-jung’s wrist tightly, pushed her against the door of the director’s office, and forcibly kissed her.

Naturally, Yoo-jung wasn’t compliant. The bitch who had been panting like a dog in front of me last night was nowhere to be found.

Yoo-jung bit my lip. Her sudden outburst of anger, her fist, and her biting response to the forced kiss were all the same.

However, Yoo-jung was less aggressive than Yoo-jin. Instead of continuing the kiss while biting my lip, she simply chose to release my lips.

“That hurts, Auntie.”

I ran my tongue over my lip, which was tattered from being bitten in the same spot by both mother and daughter, and grumbled. Then, ignoring Yoo-jung, who was staring at me with dazed eyes and drooling from the aftereffects of the kiss, I entered the director’s office.

“Wait, you! Where do you think you’re going, leaving me here? …Where, where are you going? ……Where are you going, you bastard!”

I gave her a little scratch, and she immediately revealed her true nature. But hold on a bit. It’s not time to pay attention to the auntie yet.

I searched the corners of the director’s office, rummaging through drawers and under the sofa. But it wasn’t there. Of course. The other party would have hidden it carefully, so it wouldn’t be easy to find right away.

But a thief knows a thief’s mind best. Similarly, a rapist knows a rapist’s mind best.

…Ah, I found it.

The camera was hidden among a pile of heavily stacked documents.

It must have been the principal’s handiwork. As the person who handles the school’s administrative tasks with Director Yoo-jung, he knew that Yoo-jung wouldn’t touch these documents for a while, so he could hide it in such an obvious place.

A quick look revealed that it was a cheap, old model with only a simple recording function.

Unlike the ones I bought, it didn’t have the latest features like connecting to the internet and saving to an external hard drive in real-time. I suspected it might be a different product that only looked similar, but after examining it again, it was definitely the cheapest one, so there were no fakes.

It’s certain. It can only record. The principal probably hid it, and later the security guard would pick the lock and come in to retrieve it.

Was he planning to record her undressing? Or was he planning a new date to commit the crime?

Whatever the case, it’s none of my business. I could just deal with it here…

No. I had a good plan. A good plan for me, but a terrible plan for Yoo-jung.

I glanced around, suspecting there might be more cameras. But it didn’t seem likely that the principal, who had hidden such a dangerous object so openly and with such a cheap camera, would have been so careful.

Okay, then let’s do this.

I found the camera the principal had hidden in the director’s office, but instead of retrieving it, I stopped right in front of it. Then I looked at Yoo-jung. She was about to do something to me.

“You son of a bitch!”

While I was looking for the camera, Yoo-jung had raised a flowerpot, carefully grown and gifted to her by the students, high above her head with both arms.

Hey, Auntie, be careful. You might hurt your back again. Like yesterday.

“Is it okay for the director to use such language at school?”
“Shut up and die!”

I was about to lightly dodge the flowerpot Yoo-jung threw…

Smash!

There was no need. I just stood still. The flowerpot didn’t even reach me. Yoo-jung could only stare down at the flowerpot with a pitiful look.

“The flowers were blooming so beautifully, what a waste, Sis. Ah—if it’s flowers, there’s an even prettier one right here in front of me, so I guess it doesn’t matter?”

It was a childish and embarrassing line that I wouldn’t dare say in my right mind, or even when drunk. So, of course, it wasn’t a compliment, but a taunt…

Seeing Yoo-jin suppressing her anger after Yoo-jung threw the large flowerpot at me and then tried to throw the small one, it seemed to be quite effective.

“Who do you think would fall for that again?!”

Yoo-jung shouted as she threw the small flowerpot at me.

I didn’t even have to dodge this one. I caught the flowerpot in mid-air and, in a natural connecting motion, placed it on a sunny table, thinking.

“Fall for that again” means she fell for it before.

Did she really waver at the childish sweet talk of calling her pretty, pretty, Auntie pretty? Unbelievable….

After putting down the flowerpot, I spread my arms wide, as if to say, “Go ahead and throw more if you want.” Yoo-jung immediately accepted my provocation.

But she didn’t want to throw the flowerpots gifted by the students at me again, so she ran towards me, brushed past me, and stood next to the table. Then she started throwing stacks of documents piled on the table at me.

“Sis.”

Whoosh!

“Call me Director, you son of a bitch!”

Whoosh!

“Director, is it okay for a student to use such language—”

Whoosh!

“—at the director?”

Whoosh!

“And it’s lunch—”

Whoosh!

“—time, so how about we get something to eat?”

Whoosh!

It felt like a shooting game. The things that were hit, broken, or knocked over by the thrown documents weren’t mine, so even though the surroundings were a mess, I felt cheerful.

But just when I was starting to enjoy myself, the auntie’s poor stamina ran out, and the game suddenly ended.

“Haa… haa….”
“Auntie, calm down a bit—”
“Not Auntie!”

Auntie’s jiggly-boobs body slam!

The effect was pathetic!

I turned to the side to avoid Yoo-jung’s body slam and wrapped my arms around her waist. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kicked her ankle up, lifting her into the air.

Then, to prevent Yoo-jung, who had risen into the air, from falling straight to the ground, I supported her back with my hand, gently lowered her to the ground, and, while restraining her struggling arms, pressed my dick against her ass as she lay on her back.

I whispered in Yoo-jung’s ear.

“Calm down. What kind of slapstick is this for the school’s director? What would other students think?”
“Haa, haa….”
“Are you calm now?”
“Yes, you rapist! So let me go now!”

I gave a bitter smile. Now I’m being called a rapist by people other than the four devils, including Yoo-jin.
And also, now that word is no longer an unfair accusation like it was before the regression, but the truth.
I felt like my heart was getting sick.

But it’s okay. If this sickness is a sickness to become a devil, I’ll gladly accept it, even if it’s an incurable disease.

“What? You’re saying you’re dating my daughter? There’s no way my daughter would do that, there’s no way she’d like a guy like you, she’s my daughter! You just… you just raped my daughter, didn’t you? Just like you did to me!”

I thought she’d realize it at least a day later, but she already knows? Well, even if the mother-daughter relationship is severed, it’s stranger that the director wouldn’t know that her school’s female students have accused a student from the same school of rape.

Maybe she received a report this morning, or she found out naturally while digging up information about me.

“No, we’re dating.”
“Don’t lie! Who would fall for that!”
“You believed it yesterday.”
“…Would a girlfriend accuse her boyfriend of rape?”

Yoo-jung stopped struggling and stared at me with sharp eyes.

It’s a reasonable point. I can’t answer it. Not with reasonable methods.

“That’s how it is. Our relationship is a bit twisted. I got caught two-timing.”
“Bullshit.”

Whether Yoo-jung believes me or not, it’s important to push the lie right now. It’s not about saying something Yoo-jung can believe, it’s about making Yoo-jung believe me. That’s my conclusion.

While talking, I was rubbing my pants against Yoo-jung’s ass, who was struggling to get up, and naturally, I got an erection.

Yoo-jung seemed to notice it, and her expression hardened. It would have been nice to keep rubbing my dick against Yoo-jung’s skirt like this, but now is the time to say what I need to say.

I couldn’t just let this go, no matter what. Even though I knew it was pointless.

“I didn’t touch them.”
“What are you saying? Another lie? Your guilt is already certain!”
“I didn’t touch those bitches, Director.”
“You’re telling me to believe that? After doing that… that… that to me last night!”
“I raped them, but I didn’t sexually harass them.”

I said seriously. Then, I chuckled at what I had just said and continued.

“We enjoyed ourselves last night, why are you suddenly acting like this, Sis? You’re acting like I was the only one who liked it. Should I show you the video?”

Slap!

Yoo-jung twisted her waist and slapped my face with the back of her hand. Yoo-jung seemed surprised that she had slapped my cheek.

Well, it was understandable. I could have easily dodged it again, but I deliberately took the hit.
The lip that had been cut by Yoo-jin’s blade broke open again.

I tasted my own blood with the tip of my tongue and looked at Yoo-jung. I was just looking, but the sharp pain naturally narrowed my eyes, making it look like I was glaring, and Yoo-jung flinched and avoided my gaze.

Yoo-jung’s imposing attitude, even while pinned to the ground under my weight, noticeably shrank. It was the complete opposite of Yoo-jin, who went even more crazy after seeing blood.

“Sit down.”

I said. Then, I took my lower body off her and stood up straight.

“Take it.”

I stood up and held out my hand to Yoo-jin, who was lying down, speaking as if I were dealing with a business partner, neither ordering nor asking.

Yoo-jung looked back and forth between my face, my outstretched hand, and my dick, which was bulging out of my pants, before cautiously reaching out towards my dick, then quickly changing direction towards my hand.

I lightly helped Yoo-jung up.

I sat down on the chair with Yoo-jung. Before I knew it, Yoo-jung was naturally yielding the seat of honor to me, but she didn’t seem to be aware of it herself.

I put my arm on the armrest, crossed my legs, and got straight to the point. After all, we’ve seen everything there is to see about each other last night, so there’s no point in exchanging pleasantries now.
No, did we just see? We tasted, sucked, licked, and fucked too.

“Cancel the sexual assault countermeasures meeting that’s scheduled for two days from now.”

Yoo-jung was startled by my words, mentioning a school internal schedule that a student could never know. But unlike Yoo-jin, Yoo-jung didn’t arrogantly ask, “Why should I?”

She knew she had no right to refuse anyway. It was a wise decision.

I waited for Yoo-jung’s answer and looked around the director’s office. It’s called the director’s office now, but from now on, I’m going to make it my office.

As the first step and groundwork for my plan to subdue the four bitches, I was planning to make this school my own.