Netkama Punch!!!

After that, as if doing it on purpose, Shin Heejae started rubbing my earlobe with his fingertip. The way his hand tickled around my ear was practiced—and disgusting.
He muttered teasingly,
“You like getting your ear touched?”

“Take… your hand off!”
“It got all red.”
“You…! Argh!”

Then he bit the tip of my ear, and the slow, chewing pressure sent shivers down my spine.
I suddenly had the horrifying thought—what if he stuck his tongue in my ear next? That thought alone made it impossible to keep my head still. As my struggling intensified, Heejae finally moved the hand that had been covering my eyes.
“That’s disgusting!”

“……”
Shin Heejae just looked down at me, panting, saying nothing. He tilted his head slightly—just enough to make me think he was about to cover my lips again with his own. And then—he bit me again.
“Urgh!”

Then he paused, as if checking how I’d react, hovering just barely out of reach. Unlike my pale, drained face, his cheeks had turned visibly flushed. His whole expression looked heated.
Just as I was about to curse him out, I noticed his ears were flushed red.
‘What the hell….’

My lips quivered in shock so intense I forgot every insult I was about to throw. Heejae looked at me and said in his usual, indifferent tone,
“Just let me do it once. It’s not like you’re gonna wear out or anything.”
I glared at him, pissed off at how casual he was.

“The fuck—then what the hell was all this up until now?! You already did whatever you wanted…”
“Hold still for a sec.”
“…What?”
“Stop pushing me away.”

He said that and lowered his head toward me again.
‘This psycho…’
Of course, I tried to shove him away. I had absolutely zero desire to rub lips with a guy.

But before I could turn my head, Heejae removed the arm he’d been pinning me with. Then he cupped both my cheeks and neck with his hands. His hands were trembling.
Then Heejae slowly closed his eyes. His posture relaxed—this was my chance. If I wanted to push him away, I could. But for some reason, my shoulders felt paralyzed. As if his tension had transferred to me.
‘Are you insane?’

I yelled at myself internally, but all I could do was twitch my shoulders ever so slightly.
Heejae didn’t stop. His lips finally touched mine, and the hot breath he exhaled into my mouth made my stomach turn. Every nerve screamed in rejection—but even when his disgusting tongue touched the tip of mine, I just stared wide-eyed, frozen.
Heejae pushed past my pathetic defense easily. Slowly, persistently, he licked into my mouth, and while doing it, raised his eyes and stared at me arrogantly. He rubbed every single spot I hated—every place that made me feel repulsed and nauseated—deliberately with his tongue.

‘I hate this…’
I wanted to rip his hands off me several times, but each time I clawed at his wrists, Heejae laughed. I knew he was deliberately making those wet, sticky sounds as our mouths parted.
“Haa…”

Each time our lips separated, he let me breathe for just a moment—then went back in again. And before I could even get angry, he had the nerve to plead, almost coquettishly,
“Just a little more… okay?”
“Stop…”

“Just a bit…”
He didn’t care at all about my cringing expression.
Of course, I knew—if I just punched him now, or kicked him between the legs with my now-free feet, it’d be over.

But the moment our eyes met, all the strength in my arms and legs disappeared. Even when he cradled the back of my head and slid a hand subtly around my waist—it was the same.
I only managed to punch the bastard when he finally trailed kisses down to my nape after groping me for way too long.
* * *

I shoved Shin Heejae off and bolted straight for the front door. Thankfully, there was no lock or anything complicated. I could get out just by pushing the handle, and I managed to escape without him grabbing me.
I couldn’t even wait for the elevator—I ran straight for the emergency stairwell next to it.
“Hah… hah…”

Only after rushing out and into the cold night air did I finally regain my senses.
Those last thirty minutes felt like I was possessed or something. Was I insane? I… I just let a guy kiss me. If I hadn’t done anything even when he kissed the back of my neck… things could’ve really gone off the rails tonight.
Shin Heejae had definitely gotten turned on. I flinched just remembering how my foot brushed against his firm thigh. It gave me chills.

‘Fuck…’
Goddamn it, why did I let that happen?
Even if that bastard suddenly snapped and started clinging to me like he was drugged, it could’ve been avoided if I had just kept my head straight. Actually, he was acting the same as always—it was me who got pulled into that vibe. Just because… he suddenly looked at me with those eyes…

‘Snap out of it…’
Alarmed, I slapped myself on both cheeks. Then I looked around—and the sight of myself freaking out alone in this quiet, upscale residential neighborhood hit me with a fresh wave of reality.
“…Haa. Seriously, why’d you have to go and run out like that?”

Shin Heejae spotted me while trudging out behind. I stepped back with a glare as he approached, and he raised one shoulder in a shrug—holding out a phone. My phone.
“Want it back?”
“……”

“I’ll drive you home. Come on.”
The annoyed look on his face wiped away the expression he’d been wearing just minutes ago. I just stared at those sulky lips, trying to read what he was thinking—but wariness took priority over embarrassment.
“……”

“What?”
Still, I couldn’t exactly go to work tomorrow without my phone. I quickly stepped forward and snatched it out of his hand. But the moment he took a step toward me, I yelled like a scream.
“I’ll go! I’ll go by myself!”

“……”
“Don’t come near me. I’m taking a cab.”
Shin Heejae stared at me for a moment.

But thankfully, he didn’t come any closer. Even as I turned and walked away, I didn’t hear his footsteps follow. I refused to look back, unable to tolerate the suffocating weirdness of it all.
Only once I reached the main road and flagged down a cab did I feel like I could breathe again. The moment I got in, I let out a deep sigh. The taxi driver glanced at me after hearing it.
“Are you headed to XX district, by any chance?”

That’s when I realized I’d just been sitting there, totally spaced out, without even saying an address.
“Ah, yes. That’s right.”
After giving the address, I shut my eyes tight. My heart kept pounding like I’d just stolen something.

“…God… fucking hell…”
“……”
But in the end, I couldn’t hold it in—I cursed out loud.

It felt just like when a perfectly fine memory suddenly turns into a middle school cringe flashback and you start kicking your blanket. There was no stopping the curses. They were all directed at myself.
Why the hell did I let that happen?
Why couldn’t I push him away?

That question kept echoing inside me like it was trying to kill me. Anxiety and regret surged like a tidal wave. It was only after Shin Heejae—an existence that polluted space by simply being in it—had disappeared, that I could finally look back on what had happened.
And of course, to me, it was horrible.
‘What the hell is wrong with you, you psycho Kim Seyoung…’

I sighed so much in the taxi that I was probably replacing all the oxygen with carbon dioxide. Sensing the weird vibe, the driver silently turned °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° up the radio.
I glanced down at the phone in my hand, then on impulse opened my messenger app. Maybe thankfully—there were no new messages from Shin Heejae.
‘…Is he regretting it too?’

Like, maybe it was just a joke that went too far, and he accidentally got caught up in the mood?
But the second I thought that, I remembered the way his hand pressed against my neck. I couldn’t stand the heat rising in my face and leaned my forehead hard against the cold window.
‘Fuck… fuck… fuck…’

The more I tried not to think about it, the more that scene replayed itself in my head.
For the first time in my life, I got carsick. Clutching my pounding head, I silently prayed that the world would end tomorrow.