How to Subdue a Woman You Despise 204

Chapter 204 – 204. Back Account

She stretched out.

Maybe he couldn’t stand the pain and fainted, couldn’t stand the pleasure and collapsed, or maybe he was just exhausted from screaming too much.

Maybe she was pretending to sleep because she didn’t want to do it anymore, but no matter what, her naked body was just hanging out.

“Jia, aren’t you just pretending to sleep?”

“Leave it alone.”

As Hinami said, it wasn’t impossible to force her to wake up or to rape her in her stretched out state.
However, the reason she didn’t do that was because I was also exhausted.
Maybe she would have done it if Hinami hadn’t come up, but since she had used up her stamina, she didn’t have enough energy to do anything worse.
Instead, I transferred all the videos she had filmed on my phone to my phone, cleaned up the messy room, then lightly washed her body and picked up her clothes.

“Let’s go down. “You’re not going to sleep here.”

“Yes. I’m tired too…”

Surprised that she hadn’t had sex while washing together, which was a rare occurrence, she adjusted her cock, which felt slightly tingling in her underwear, sighed, and came down from her landlady’s room.

Because everything she could protect has already been taken away.

From now on, she will never be able to disobey or reject me.

Unless I reveal her secret first, she will be haunted by these terrible memories for the rest of her life.

It’s like the scar on my shoulder won’t go away.

She too can never push away the day she first carved her scars into her own body.
The path you walk with the man you hate the most in the world will be dirty, difficult, and gloomy, rather than the path away from the man you hate the most in the world.

In the end, all she could do was hand her leash to me and expect me to walk her down the less gravelly path.
Of course, I am willing to accept that kind of request.

What I hate is Seo Ye-eun, who carved a scar on my shoulder,

Hinami’s co-worker has a body I like, and she’s not Seo Ji-ah, the idol who gave up her virginity to me.

“You’re going to sleep, right?”

“If he sleeps soundly, he won’t wake up even if you pounce on him.”

“… “Isn’t that just pretending not to wake up?”

“That’s it, whatever.”

We carefully return downstairs, open the front door, and return to our respective rooms.

Just in case Ha-eun wakes up, I keep my mouth shut and give Hinami, who greets me with a smile, the same smile, and I go back to my room, sit down in my chair, and turn on the computer.
It’s quite tiring, but it has to be done quickly.

Connect your phone to the computer and transfer all the videos and photos you just received.

Turn off the sound and double the playback speed, quickly skip forward and capture only the good parts.

Because it was shaken so much, there were many parts where the picture quality was broken, but it didn’t really matter since it would have been intentionally damaged anyway.

After capturing dozens of photos, I erased all evidence that could identify me.

Basically, I painted my entire face white and scrubbed away the scars on my shoulders.

After cutting out or deleting all photos showing her hands, I also deleted the mole on her thigh.

I put a strong blur on the belly button and ears to make them indistinguishable.

Her body shape didn’t really need to be corrected, but after a little touch-up, she increased the exposure and changed her skin color to a white color that hurt the eyes.
He even created a black heart-shaped tattoo on his lower abdomen.

Finally, I artificially added noise to the photos that were of good quality, then bundled the corrected photos and sent them all to her DM.

In fact, compared to the original, the photo is almost like a new drawing.

A photo that no one living in this country would ever recognize if they came and saw it.

She probably wouldn’t even notice if I hadn’t sent it.
Because this is actually a different person.

So I created someone other than Seo Ji-ah and put it in her DMs, added a short comment, and then collapsed on the bed.

… Whether or not she uses it is up to her, but can she really not use it?
She has already realized the thrill of her deviation.
It was also fun to see if he could avoid touching the drugs I gave him.

Anyway,

Because you’ll feel more anxious about not using it.

**

My back hurts like crazy.

I’ve never felt this way even after intense choreography practice.

The moment someone comes and touches me, I feel afraid that my whole body will break, so I roll off the bed and barely manage to pick up my cell phone from the desk.

“…”

What happened yesterday…, I didn’t want to remember anymore.

But even if I didn’t want to remember, the record remained clear.

What did I do?

What did he do?

It’s clear in the video, with no room for mistakes or typos.

When I looked at the evidence that filled my photo album, I grabbed my side and savored my appetite bitterly.

… How did I end up like this?

What should I do next?

Unlike the sunny day outside the window, while thinking about the dark future ahead, I checked the accumulated notifications one by one.

“… Ha.”

… Sure enough, there was a pile of DMs.

There was only one notification worthy of coming to my tweet.

After hesitating for a moment, I opened the app, checked my DMs, and when I saw a photo of rainwater piled up inside, I briefly put a question mark.

“What… ?”

Photos that are white and painful to the eyes, like photos taken with an editing app.

When I clicked on a photo that was so pretty that even her black hair looked gray, and I took a closer look, the body of the woman in it was very familiar.

… What can I say, of course I am.

The mole was gone, the skin color was dazzlingly white, and there was a strange tattoo on my stomach, but it was definitely me.

Even though it looks completely different from mine, I can’t help but guess because it reminds me of that time.

That’s a picture of me when I lost my virginity.

This is a picture of me being raped from behind.

After skimming through all the obscene and vulgar photos, I looked at the DM that arrived last and covered my mouth with my hand.

-If you want to upload it, upload it

… His provocation.

Or a command.

A statement that can be interpreted either way.

I clutched my tingling lower abdomen and simply anticipated what would happen if I didn’t follow his instructions.

… You could upload that yourself.

Maybe.

You could probably upload it as the original.

Without even erasing the face.

Without even erasing the dots.

It’s impossible to tell that the naked woman in the photo is Seo Ji-ah.

“Whoa…”

Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.

Even though I received a lot of photos that could destroy my life with just one click, my heart strangely remained calm and did not flutter.

What happened yesterday was so terrible that it may have killed the feeling of fear.

It may be because I went to the trouble of editing the video and sending it to me so that I can see his behavioral patterns roughly.

The fact that you sent this is the same as saying that you have no intention of uploading it yourself.

Just by putting it on an account that no one knows, with my own hands.

Because I can escape the fear that he might grab my leash at any time and throw me outside the fence.

So, I calmly downloaded all the photos sent through DM, opened a new account, and uploaded the least exposed photos first.

Even if it was small, only the nipples and vagina were visible, but it was clearly a photo of them having sex.

“…”

I uploaded my photo with my own hand and then replied to him via DM with my account ID as he wanted.

… If you can skip this, I don’t mind.

It’s not like I thought purity was important anyway, it’s an experience that I had to go through at some point.

The fact that the target is Kang Joo-hyuk is so disgusting that I want to vomit…, I force myself to masturbate, thinking it would be better than a man with a protruding belly.

… Because I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t think that way.

Rather than just accepting that my virginity was taken away from me by the man I hate the most in the world, that I was used as much as I wanted, and that I was abused and treated like a toy.

It was much easier to just dismiss it as not really a big deal.

-That’s right

As I watched his short reply as soon as I sent him a DM, I bit my lip and thought to myself endlessly.

Nothing happened yesterday.

It’s just that I was a little drunk and had an accident.

Anyway, that’s what it means to be a 20-year-old girl.

Hinami is like that too, right?

All the girls in the same group did the same.

The same goes for her older sister.
Even if this is my first experience.

I don’t really care.

… Really.

I’m okay…

**

I didn’t have the appetite for even a grain of rice, so I drank only a little soy milk and collapsed on the bed.

Why…, Why did this happen?

Last time, I was lucky enough to have more followers…,

It wasn’t like this last time.

Why is the number of views increasing so suddenly?

Who on earth spread this…

“Ha…”

I searched the Internet just in case, but this photo wasn’t posted on any community.

Instead, a lot of my malicious comments came out and just got on my nerves.

Really by chance.

Perhaps inevitably.

There were just a lot of men who were attracted to the naked body of a woman.

Just like last time, the back account I created this time was gradually accumulating followers and DMs.

Maybe I should erase it right now.

No matter how much I erased my face, navel, ears, and hands.

Is it possible for a famous person like me to go undetected?

The last time I took a picture and uploaded it to my account without any equipment, an unimaginable fear filled my heart and tightened my heart.

Just like yesterday.

It’s hard to breathe, and the pressure is so strong that you can’t control your body properly.

Feeling the weight of stress all over my body, as if it was physically weighing me down, I covered myself with a blanket and checked the DMs that were piling up one by one.

Just like last time, there are a lot of strange people asking for work or taking pictures of their genitals and sending them in.

… Really, it’s shit.

Why on earth do these not-so-big cubs send something like this?

Guys who aren’t good-looking or in good shape are working on me because they have confidence in themselves.

I tried swearing at them to somehow get rid of the stress, but I couldn’t get out of the blanket without letting out something that was still stuck in my throat.

“…”

… How can I escape this nauseating pressure?

A memory that flashed through my mind for a moment told me the answer, but as soon as I realized it, I whipped my head around and forced myself to forget it.

Because I absolutely hated that.

My back hurt right away and my lower abdomen was so hungry that I felt like I was going to die.

Rather.

I don’t know if I’m alone…

“… Tsk…”

To erase the memories that kept creeping up in my mind, I hugged the pillow I was sleeping on and closed my eyes.

While squeezing the pillow between my thighs.

Spitting out all the pressure in my body into a cotton ball.

I put the pillow I was hugging between my thighs a little more.

I swallowed my saliva.

Keep your mouth shut.

Just like what happened to me yesterday.

I vomited out little by little something that was stuck in my throat.

“… Huh, ugh…”

The strength in my thighs, which were clutching the pillow tightly, goes away.

Even breathing that became rough quickly returns to normal.

… Rather than being cool.

A feeling of emptiness.

All the groundless fears that were wrapped around my body were blown away.

This strange feeling of drowsiness was not pleasant at all.

… It wasn’t enough.

To be satisfied with something like this.

“Ha, really…”

I didn’t want to keep dwelling on that futility, so I picked up my phone again and read the pile of DMs again.

… Unlike before.

This time, I was able to look at it with a truly objective perspective.

Ah, these people.

No one notices me.

There’s no way you could notice.

The hair color is also different.

The skin color is also different.

This photo has no mole and even has a strange tattoo.

… Because it’s definitely not me.