Became a Rapist 54

## Chapter 54 – To Catch the Daughter, Start With the Mother (11)

The three male students didn’t leave the men’s restroom even after their initial standoff.

I wondered what they were doing, but soon, acrid cigarette smoke wafted over the partition. Startled by the forced inhalation of cigarette smoke, Yoojin wore a filthy expression—the complete opposite of the sociable one she’d shown in front of the headmaster—and covered her mouth with her palm.

Then, Yoojin heard them spitting and realized, to her horror, that Minjoon was among those smoking.

Has this exhibitionist, horny bitch forgotten that she’s committing an act of delinquency in front of them that can’t even be compared to smoking?

The three of them were engrossed in ranking the school’s female students by appearance while smoking in the men’s restroom. Minjoon mostly listened quietly, but when the conversation became too sexually harassing, he would play the role of gently dissuading them with phrases like, “Hey, hey, that’s not cool.”

Hidden behind the thin partition, we waited with bated breath for the three male students to leave as they evaluated the appearances of the female students in our class, but their chatter continued endlessly.

Then, at some point, the male student who had blatantly sexually harassed Yoojin earlier—who now seemed less like he had a crush on Yoojin and more like he desperately wanted to rub his dick against her pussy—asked Minjoon.

“So, who do you think is the prettiest?”
“What?”
“Looks-wise, I mean, looks-wise.”
“Well… aren’t all the girls in our class pretty?”
“Don’t dodge the question and just be honest. It’s not like there’s anyone else here besides us.”

Minjoon, who had been deeply inhaling his cigarette, muttered, “I guess so,” as he answered.

“Face-wise…”
“Face-wise?”
“Wouldn’t it be… Sua?”

Yoojin’s face hardened at the words that the person she had a crush on thought someone other than her was the prettiest.

It was too cruel to hear such words in the men’s restroom, kneeling in front of the man who had raped her, with her breasts exposed.

Moreover, the shock she received seemed even greater because the person who heard those words was Yoojin, who had absolute confidence in her own appearance.

“Then, what about body?”
“Minhee, for sure.”

Minjoon answered immediately, as if there was nothing to even think about.

“Not Yoojin, but Minhee? Ah, so he’s an ass man, not a boob man.”

“You know your stuff. Ass is better than boobs,” another male student chimed in, having only been listening to their conversation until then.

I saw Yoojin, who had been stunned by the words of her crush, lower her hand and grope her own butt.

I reached out and comforted her by putting my hand on Yoojin’s shoulder.

I meant it kindly, like, ‘It’s just that Minhee’s ass is strangely huge, you’re not bad either. No, actually, compared to the average person, yours is far bigger,’ but Yoojin seemed to take it as mockery, pinching the back of my hand and glaring at me.

What if I can’t stand the pain and scream? Is this crazy bitch trying to get us caught?

“Then, if you combine face and body…”
“Jiyoung…?”

“You know your stuff. Jiyoung is a hexagonal all-rounder who doesn’t lack in any area,” the male student who had only been listening chimed in again.

“Doesn’t that mean she doesn’t have any strengths, though?”
“What are you talking about! Jiyoung has the prettiest hands and feet!”
“Faces, boobs, and asses are what matter! What do hands and feet have to do with anything? What good is it if they’re pretty?”
“What are you talking about! Ha—you ignorant fool! This hyung will kindly explain it to you…”

A vulgar but plausible debate about the theory of hand and foot fetishism began to unfold beyond the partition.

Yoojin, who wasn’t her crush Minjoon’s first ideal type, nor his second, hung her head after being pushed back to third place as well.

However, unlike the despairing Yoojin, Minjoon’s true feelings sounded a bit different to me. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding saying Yoojin’s name and instead saying the names of other people.

After the hand and foot fetishism theory debate, the opinions, after the names of the four who would always take absolute precedence in appearance evaluations were mentioned in turn according to preference, were not easily reconciled.

Perhaps because of this, even Minjoon, who had mostly been listening quietly, would sometimes raise his voice and chime in, saying, “That’s not true!” while smoking.

Because of that, I was becoming increasingly frustrated and even starting to feel angry.

‘It’s been a long time since the lunch bell rang, what are those assholes doing here instead of going to class…’

If those guys saw the scene beyond this thin partition—me sitting on the toilet and Yoojin kneeling in front of my dick in just her bra—my revenge would end there.

I thought I could make one of them, including Minjoon, keep their mouths shut, whether Yoojin begged or I threatened them, but the last one, who had been spouting vile sexual harassment, I could only make him shut up at the moment I punched him. Even if I made any threats beforehand, he would eventually open his mouth without thinking.

The rumor would surely spread throughout the entire school before long. Even if it only spread to a very small number of people, Sua would definitely be among that small number.

Sua, who had realized that I wasn’t just a simple rapist, would surely attack me using all sorts of methods. Of course, it wouldn’t be for Yoojin’s sake.

She would probably attack Yoojin as soon as she ruined me. In that case, Yoojin would fall from the school’s idol to the school’s sex toy.

Sua wouldn’t hesitate to turn a close friend into a toilet.
No, in the first place, the two of them weren’t even true friends.
Sua and Yoojin were merely bound by simple self-interest.

Therefore, Sua would never forgive Yoojin for lowering the value of the group she belonged to, and in order to restore the value of the fallen group, Sua would find a replacement for Yoojin while further degrading Yoojin’s value.

Until it became common knowledge that Yoojin had never been the school’s idol, and that Yoojin had been the school’s toilet from the beginning.

I looked at the door. I had provoked Yoojin by saying that time was passing, but the moment we were caught, both Yoojin and I would be screwed, so I didn’t really want her to suck my dick in this situation.
Unlike Yoojin’s accusations against me, I wasn’t a horny bastard.

Damn it, did I make another mistake? Was it a bad decision to drag Yoojin into the men’s restroom in the first place?
…No, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

It wasn’t so much that I had done something wrong, but that Yoojin, who had not been intimidated even after I showed her the bitch-like appearance of her mother right in front of her eyes and had challenged me to a rematch, was amazing.

Now I have no choice but to admit it. Yoojin is not an easy prey to catch without taking risks. To catch a tiger like Yoojin, I, the hunter, had to be prepared to be eaten as well. The wound on my lip, bitten by Yoojin’s teeth, and the wound on my finger, scratched by her claws, prove it.

“I want to see Yoojin… I haven’t seen her all lunch, where did she go?”
“I think she went to the chairman’s office to see her mom. Heehee.”
“Should I go to the chairman’s office and knock on the door? I want to see Yoojin and also see my mother-in-law’s face. She looked strangely young today, I’m curious what she’s secretly eating to be like that at her age… No, why? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I stalk her or sexually harass her like that bastard? I’m just saying I want to see her. Can’t I even say that?”

As I was silently listening, along with Yoojin, who had to silently endure the harassment of the male students who were re-ranking the appearances of not only the female students but also the faculty members, including Yoojung, saying that Chairman Yoojung was an ajumma but had the biggest boobs, so she deserved to be a top-ranked member, the thought suddenly popped into my head,

[Should I kill him?]

I was startled. At the thought that the thought I had just had was a very natural one.

Before I knew it, I was trying to kill someone who, although he was annoying, wasn’t evil enough to be killed by my hand, nor had he harmed me that much, just because he was hindering my revenge.

Why did it turn out like this?

Before the regression, I had been falsely accused, so I had obsessively adhered to the law and morality. Although I was told not to come anymore after my record as a sex offender was revealed and I was almost kicked out, I had volunteered at the orphanage for a long time.

But as soon as I let go of the line and crossed over it, the speed at which I fell below the line was accelerating endlessly.

I confessed the homicidal thought I had just had. It was an absurd thought, even ignoring the fact that it was an immoral one. It’s not a good idea to act so violently.
No, what am I, Yoojin? Trying to solve things with murder just because things don’t go my way is crazy.

…But if that guy finds out about this scene, and if that’s the only way to shut him up, then I…

I shook the homicidal thoughts I had committed in my imagination out of my head and pushed away Yoojin’s head, which had been leaning against my dick.

It was because Yoojin’s soft and elastic breast flesh kept touching my testicles, and I almost moaned without realizing it.

But that was a mistake. Entering the cave of the men’s restroom to catch the tiger Yoojin, and responding to the tiger’s challenge without avoiding the confrontation, were not mistakes, but showing the hunter hesitating in front of the prey was a clear mistake.

…Yoojin began to take off her bra.

Yoojin’s breasts, which all the men in this school, not to mention the three men beyond the partition, desperately wanted to see, touch, lick, and suck, revealed their magnificent appearance in front of my dick.

But instead of getting excited, I felt a chill.

Are you out of your mind?
Did you take some kind of drug?
If not, how can you do that when the man you love is standing beyond that thin partition, and your love and future are in danger of being shattered at the same time?

Yoojin forcibly placed the bra she had taken off in my hand, straightened her knees, and stood up. Perhaps her knees were numb from sitting for so long, Yoojin shook her thighs and leaned her upper body towards me.

Yoojin hugged me. Yoojin’s breasts touched my face, which was holding Yoojin’s bra in one hand. Yoojin hugged me and bit my earlobe hard.

The soft flesh, which would inevitably be as vulnerable as it was when anyone was a child, even if they were old and had built up muscle, was being chewed on, and the pain and Yoojin’s breath as she bit my flesh were transmitted to me.

But I couldn’t scream in pain or hit Yoojin.

After chewing on my ear to her heart’s content, Yoojin licked my ear as if licking prey and ordered me in a very small voice.

“Timer. You son of a bitch.”

I obediently showed Yoojin the timer on the phone I was holding in the hand opposite the one holding Yoojin’s bra. It wasn’t because I was scared of Yoojin, of course, but because I was now sincerely committed to this confrontation.

“Ten minutes.”

Yoojin poked my eardrum again in a very small voice.

“Enough, to finish off a bastard like you and your dog dick.”

After finishing her words, Yoojin, who had been hugging me, pulled her face away from mine, which had been touching hers, and smiled brightly.

It was a pure smile that was hard to believe was being made by someone who was in such a place, in such a state, and facing such a situation.

My heart was pounding. In three different senses. With anger, anxiety, and excitement in my balls.

I felt like I was going to cum, just from seeing that smile a moment ago. It had become that way. My dick, which hadn’t even flinched while smashing Yoojung’s pussy like that, was on the verge of exploding.

But fortunately, instead of giving my dick a handjob in that state, Yoojin knelt in front of me again.

No, it’s not fortunate.

The reason Yoojin took the humiliating position of kneeling in front of me was nothing more than a declaration of her will to concentrate only on winning against me, even throwing away her pride now.

Yoojin grabbed her two breasts with both hands, left and right, and then threw them onto my dick as if throwing pizza dough.

It was fortunate that the sound of flesh slapping wasn’t loud.

No, there was nothing to be thankful for this time either.

It was because Yoojin, as if making a sausage bread, pushed my dick between her two breasts, into her cleavage, and began to rub my dick by kneading her breasts as if kneading bread dough.

As she did so, Yoojin even showed me the advanced skill of dripping saliva from her tongue, which she had extended out from under her lips, to make the speed of rubbing her breasts even faster.

‘What is this? There’s no way that a girl who was so clumsy last time could suddenly become so good. She learned it from somewhere. For me. She learned it to suck my dick.’

That fact was even more stimulating to me than Yoojin’s titjob, which was now transfusing saliva onto the head of my dick with the tip of her tongue and strongly compressing my dick by squeezing her breasts with both hands.

Yoojin’s smile, which was gradually brightening, my face, which was gradually hardening, Yoojin’s breast rubbing, which was gradually accelerating, my breathing, which was gradually accelerating, my hand, which was tightly gripping the tissue, Yoojin, who was tightly grabbing her two breasts and pushing them inward, my mouth, which was tightly closed to avoid moaning, Yoojin’s mouth, which was wide open to suck my dick,

And a bang! sound.

The sound of someone and the toilet partition colliding loudly and staggering.

A physical fight that broke out for a stupid reason while smoking—

[Yoojung’s breasts are bigger than Yoojin’s, so if you only consider breasts, Yoojung wins.]

[No. Breast size isn’t everything. And Yoojin’s breasts, while they may be a little smaller than Yoojung’s, are still big enough to be called huge. That’s enough to match the weight class. Then, from then on, you have to compete with elasticity and skin.]

[Yoojung’s breasts are also elastic. Are you looking down on her because she’s an ajumma?]

[Have you ever even touched the chairman’s breasts, who always wears a suit? How would you know? And even if an ajumma’s breasts are good, they can’t be that good.]

[Don’t look down on ajummas.]

[An ajumma is just an ajumma, she can never beat Yoojin in breast elasticity.]

[I’m warning you. Don’t look down on ajummas. Ajumma breasts have their own unique flavor.]

[An ajumma is a non-virgin.]

[Don’t look down on ajummas!]

A male student who collided with the place where I was hiding.
But the door didn’t open.
Instead, a breath escaped from Yoojin’s lips.

“Who’s in there?”

Minjoon asked as he turned the doorknob that I had locked. His voice was trembling, perhaps because he was ashamed that someone had heard what they had been talking about until just now.

Even in such a desperate moment, Yoojin, while suffering from shame and the collapse of her pride, was strongly pressing my dick with her breasts and licking the pee hole on my glans with her tongue.

Eight minutes left.

Behind the crazy bitch who had become unable to think of anything other than making me cum and winning the confrontation with me, beyond the thin partition, Minjoon asked again.

“Who is it? Why aren’t you talking if you’re in there?”