Netkama Punch!!!

‘So disgusting…’

I want to tell Shin Heejae he’s disgusting. I want to shove my goosebumped arm in his face and say loud and clear that I’ll never be with a guy.
‘Fuck, but seriously, why the hell…’
But my throat kept tightening. I tried to speak, but all I could do was strain my vocal cords—no sound actually came out.

And Shin Heejae, of course, must’ve taken that silence however the hell he wanted. With that smug look on his face, he leaned in even closer. In the end, I got completely pinned between the door and him.
Then… this time, he didn’t hesitate. He started kissing me. The moment something warm and soft touched my lips, my skin crawled and I wanted to push him away, but all I could do was slightly tremble—our fingers were already laced together.
“Mmgh!”

The worst part? It felt worse than last time. Something creepy crawled up from my lower stomach, making my whole body squirm. It wasn’t arousal—it was full-on physical revulsion.
And that bastard, Shin Heejae, kept kissing me with his eyes half-lidded like he was enjoying /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ the way I was reacting.
‘Fuck! At least close your damn eyes!’

I wanted to knee him right between the legs, but we were tangled up too close for that. I felt like a bug stuck on a pin.
‘I hate this…’
But even then, Shin Heejae didn’t give a shit about how I felt. He chased my fleeing tongue with his own like it was some game, coaxing me to surrender. My face burned up; my eyes stung from the heat.

“Hrrgh…”
“Haa…”
And yet, even when he saw my eyes welling up, Shin Heejae didn’t back off.

‘This psychopathic fucker…’
Even the wet chuup sound our lips made when he finally pulled away made me want to disappear from shame.
No way that wasn’t on purpose. I stood there trembling, too stunned to hit him, and when his face started coming closer again, I panicked and turned my head. Of course, he immediately grabbed my face and yanked it back.

In the end, I had no choice but to plead.
“Wait—stop. Just, stop for a second…”
“Why?”
Why, he asks? You maniac. Are you saying you’re gonna keep doing all this creepy shit if I don’t say anything?

But if I said that, Shin Heejae would probably take it as an invitation to go even further. I’d learned that much about him by now. So I swallowed the urge to hit him and tried my best to answer calmly.
“...It’s just… you caught me off guard. I should at least brush my teeth first…”
I was hoping to use that excuse to lock myself in the bathroom again and never come out…

“Pfft.”
…but Shin Heejae just laughed.
“...What’s so funny?”

“You really think brushing your teeth is gonna make this feel okay? Seriously?”
“…”
“With how your brain works, every time you brush from now on, you’ll think of this and want to die of embarrassment.”

“…”
Goddammit. I couldn’t even argue with that.
Still, maybe something about what I said got through to him, because that suffocating expression on his face finally relaxed a little as he leaned back. I thought I could finally breathe and started to relax my tensed shoulders…

“Aagh!”
But that was wishful thinking. That bastard suddenly pressed his lips to my neck and started sucking like it was nothing.
“You fucking lunatic! Get off me!”

“Hehe.”
I panicked and yanked on his hair, but he just let out this gross little giggle, lips still glued to my throat.
“Hey! I said stop!”

“I’m not doing anything.”
“What the—what do you mean you’re not! Just keep your damn mouth still—eek!”
And of course, when I protested, Shin Heejae licked me.

Has this freak completely lost it? How do you even go around licking someone’s unwashed skin like that? It’s disgusting. Absolutely revolting.
Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. A sudden chill brushed my waist, and I looked down in horror—only to see a large hand sliding under my shirt.
“Get your hand out! Are you insane?!”

“You do it too.”
What the actual fuck?
I was about to scream at him—why the hell should I be the one doing anything for you—but the moment his hand grazed my ribs, real panic kicked in. I quickly grabbed his wrist and tried to stop him.

“W-Where the hell do you think you’re touching?!”
At that, Shin Heejae looked at me with the brightest goddamn smile I’d ever seen.
Then, like he’d been waiting for this moment, he grabbed my wrist in return. I had to watch in horror as my own hand slipped under his shirt, completely against my will.

“I said, don’t touch!!”
I shouted right away, but Shin Heejae didn’t let go. Instead, he made me rub his stomach. I instantly curled my fingers into a fist, but even then, I could clearly feel his stupid, rock-hard abs under my knuckles whether I wanted to or not.
“Noona, your ears are bright red.”

And of course, he teased me while I sat there flushed with humiliation.
“...Shut up! Shut the hell up!”
I tried scratching him with my nails, but it only seemed to turn him on even more. And just like that, Shin Heejae swallowed my protests again—with his goddamn mouth.

* * *
‘Haa…’
Later, I only got free after being thoroughly tormented and forced to say “I like you.”

But even now, the mental damage was so bad I couldn’t fall asleep.
I stared at Shin Heejae, passed out on the floor after I tried to climb onto the bed and kicked him off.
‘Why the hell did I say that…’

The more I thought about it, the more it infuriated me that I told him I liked him. But when Shin Heejae heard it… that look he gave me—he actually looked kind of different. A little… cute?
‘No, the fuck is wrong with me?’
I immediately wanted to smash my own head in. Have I lost my goddamn mind? That guy’s, like, ten centimeters taller than me…

“Kill me…”
Sometimes, when things got too overwhelming, words just slipped out before I could stop them. This was one of those moments. No matter how long I mulled it over, there was no solution.
‘Fuck. Why is it always… this gross kind of shit?’

Honestly, I didn’t hate that Shin Heejae liked me. I didn’t even mind him freeloading at my place or constantly getting on my nerves like always. I could deal with that.
So it wasn’t like I found him repulsive just for saying he liked me or anything…
“…”

The problem was the physical stuff.
Even today, when he was all hot and bothered clinging to me, I was just trying to get away the entire time. I didn’t get turned on—I just got chills. That’s the truth.
‘How the hell are we supposed to date like this?’

I mean, isn’t that supposed to come naturally when you’re in a relationship? And that bastard’s always glued to me any chance he gets…
Every time Shin Heejae did stuff like that, I’d think, “Damn, he’s got a strong stomach,” and panic would set in. “What if he expects me to do that stuff too?” I just couldn’t see myself being like him.
‘I really don’t think I’m cut out to be gay…’

But it wasn’t something I could just say to him. I tried to think about the most attractive part of Shin Heejae’s face—but even then, I didn’t feel anything.
I turned over and glared at him.
“…”

Still nothing. All I could think was, ‘Damn, he’s huge,’ and that was it.
‘If he were a girl… no, still gross.’
It felt less like a romantic partner and more like some immature younger sibling—or a friend whose mental age was just way behind mine. Somehow, I had this gut feeling that was all we’d ever be.

‘But Shin Heejae… he really does like me.’
That’s the problem. That bastard’s feelings.
‘You can’t fake eyes like that.’

I don’t know what the hell he sees when he looks at me, but it’s so intense I get secondhand embarrassment. I actually had to tell him to stop staring.
‘…He’s really something else.’
I caught myself absentmindedly rubbing my chin and forced my hand to stop. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

Eventually, after watching him for a while, I realized—he really was fast asleep. That was the only reason I finally got up. Then I picked up the blanket that had been tossed aside and threw it over his back.
It’d been bothering me all night.