Questism and Lookism: Am I Suhyeon Kim?

[Chaerin's Point of View]

The moment I finished untying the last restraint, Suhyeon sat up like something inside him had snapped. He grabbed my arms firmly and, in one swift motion, flipped me onto my stomach, pressing my chest against the mattress and lifting my ass into the air.

My breath hitched.

I felt the weight of his body on top of mine, the heat of his skin against mine, and his ragged breath at the back of my neck. He spread my legs with his knee and pinned my lower back to make me arch more.

He didn't say a word at first. He just held me there, silently, like he was watching me… and that made me even wetter.

Then he spoke, his voice rough, slow, dangerous.

"That's more like it… nice and obedient, ass up like a good little bitch."

God… that drove me crazy.

I'd never told him. Never had the courage.

But… I liked it when he was rough.

I went wild when he talked dirty to me, when he treated me like that — when his desire was too much to contain.

And somehow, he knew.

As if he could read me without me saying a thing.

Suhyeon grabbed my hair — hard — and forced my head to the side, pressing my cheek into the soaked sheets.

"Look at you… all sweaty, shaking. Weren't you the one in charge just a moment ago?" he mocked.

"Now you're going to shut the fuck up… and let me use you however I want."

His cock slid between my ass cheeks, hard, hot. It rubbed right where my body was begging for him.

I moaned. It was involuntary. The sound escaped my throat without warning.

I moved my hips toward him.

"Oh… already desperate? What a needy little slut."

Smack!

He slapped my ass — sharp and loud — the sound echoing through the room.

My skin stung. My whole body trembled.

"One for acting cocky. And another for turning me on."

Smack!

Another. Harder.

And then, without warning, he spit on my ass.

The wet, hot sensation made my lungs stop working.

"That's it… filthy, just how you like it," he muttered as he spread the spit between my cheeks with his fingers.

"You're gonna be dripping for days, Chaerin."

I wanted to say something. Laugh. Pretend I still had pride.

But I couldn't.

I didn't have the strength.

I could only moan — lost, surrendered.

Then, he shoved my head into the mattress and slammed all the way into me. In one brutal thrust.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" I screamed, breathless.

He broke me.

Filled me all at once. Tore me apart without mercy.

No gentle entry, no warning. Just the hardness of his body and the brutality of his need.

His thrusts started immediately — hard, deep, savage.

Each time he drove in, my body jolted against the mattress.

My breasts were crushed beneath me, my legs trembled, and my throat could only release broken moans.

"You don't think, do you?" he growled against my ear.

"When I've got my dick in you, you're just a dripping whore."

And he was right.

My mind was blank.

Everything was him. His voice, his body, his strength.

I… I was his.

And I loved it.

Even if I'd never admit it.

Even if I lied to myself…

I loved being his bitch in bed.

"Say it," he demanded, grabbing my neck as he kept pounding into me without pause.

"Say it, slut. Whose pussy is this?"

"Y-yours… only yours, Suhyeon!" I moaned, stripped of dignity, shame, and everything else.

"That's what I wanted to hear."

He bit down on my lower back as he kept fucking me like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

As if he needed me to breathe.

This wasn't sex anymore.

This was full-on domination.

Filthy, savage, perfect pleasure.

His thrusts became even more feral.

There was no rhythm anymore — just the wild, wet sound of our bodies crashing together again and again.

My face was still pressed against the mattress, my body drenched in sweat, my neck marked from his grip.

I felt his cock pounding in and out of me like a hammer, crashing into my soaked flesh without mercy. Every thrust hit directly against my clit.

"Fuck, Chaerin…!" Suhyeon growled, panting through clenched teeth. "I'm… I'm about to cum…"

Just hearing that made me moan louder. Something inside me snapped, as if my walls clenched on their own to trap him.

"Do it!" I gasped out, completely losing control. "Cum inside me! Break me open!"

Suhyeon growled and grabbed my hips with both hands, gripping me like I was nothing but his toy.

"You sure?" he spat against my nape while fucking me even deeper. "You wanted to be my slut? Then swallow all my poison…"

"Yes! Give me everything, Suhyeon! Fill this little pussy! Make it yours forever!"

The words came out on their own — raw, filthy, without shame. And I loved it. I loved seeing him lose control.

I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, growing harder, more tense…

And I was close too.

"I'm cumming…!" I moaned, voice shattered, my entire body trembling.

"Chaerin…!" he cried out.

And then… we broke together.

My orgasm erupted from deep inside, blazing hot, arching my back, making me scream his name and clench around his cock like I wanted to devour it.

He pushed in all the way, and his hot cum filled me up, shooting wave after wave of warmth deep inside me — wet, intense, and delicious.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk!" Suhyeon groaned, holding my hips as he emptied himself completely, each spasm stronger than the last.

All I could do was tremble. My legs gave out. My body burned. My pussy throbbed — soaked and overflowing.

Suhyeon collapsed on top of me, his sweaty body falling against my back like a warm, familiar weight. He was still inside me, buried deep, like he didn't want to let me go.

His arms wrapped around me tightly, encircling me from underneath, like he needed to make sure I wouldn't slip away. His hand moved up to cradle my head, pressing it gently into the mattress — no longer with brute force, just skin against skin, two bodies completely spent.

"You're… fucking wrecked," he muttered in a hoarse, exhausted voice, letting out a low laugh.

I laughed too — breathless — my cheek still pressed to the damp sheets. My eyes fluttered shut, but the heat between my legs kept throbbing, echoing every thrust.

Suhyeon lowered his head and kissed my sweaty cheek — slow, deep — keeping his lips there like he didn't want to let me go.

His hips gave a tiny instinctual roll, as if he wanted to stay inside me forever.

"Don't move," he whispered. "Let me stay like this a little longer."

And I didn't say a word. Because I understood. Because I wanted it too. Because feeling him still inside me — hot, hard, holding me like that — was fucking perfect.

Suhyeon didn't say anything at first. He just hugged me tighter. I felt him kiss my shoulder — slow, soft… different.

"You still alive?" he murmured with a husky, playful voice.

I chuckled under my breath, still too weak to move. "More or less… I think you broke my hip."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he replied with a smirk against my skin.

There was a pause.

I kept staring at the wall, but I could feel him wrapping around me — his warmth, his breath against my back, his cock still buried deep inside me like a silent promise that he wouldn't let me go.

"Was it good?" he asked suddenly, more serious. His tone shifted. It wasn't teasing — it was real doubt. Vulnerability disguised as a joke.

I turned my head slightly, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Are you seriously asking that after making me scream like a bitch in heat?"

He smiled… but didn't look away.

"I don't mean that, Chaerin. I mean... did you feel okay? With yourself. With me. With… all of this."

That part caught me off guard. I tensed slightly. I thought about saying something sarcastic. About replying with a joke or teasing him like always.

But I couldn't.

I didn't want to.

So I said it—softly, almost in a whisper.

"Yes… I felt really free. I felt… yours. And that scared me a little. But I also loved it."

He didn't answer right away. He just lowered his face and kissed the back of my neck.

A slow kiss.

Full of something I couldn't describe.

"I feel the same," he said. "But if you ask me… I'll break you a thousand more times."

I laughed, overwhelmed and tired.

And for the first time, I didn't feel like I was pretending.

I was just there.

With him.

And it felt right.

My dear boyfriend.

Scene change: Outside Chaerin's apartment – Sunset

Dahyun climbed the steps with a plastic bag in hand and an annoyed look on her face.

The lunch box dangled dangerously from her fingers as she muttered:

"Always bringing her food… Who does she think I am, her assistant?"

But the moment she reached the front door, she froze.

Bam!

"Aahhh… Harder!"

Dahyun blinked.

She tilted her head like her ears were playing tricks on her.

"What… the actual fuck?"

She crept closer.

The thin walls seemed to amplify everything, like she had just walked into a live scene from one of those adult dramas... the kind she wasn't supposed to watch.

"Yes, right there! Don't stop!"

Dahyun dropped the bag.

Literally.

The lunchbox hit the ground, and an orange rolled away like it was fleeing from a crime scene.

"What the hell is happening!?"

Covering her ears did nothing. She had already heard it.

She was already traumatized.

She backed away on tiptoes, like retreating from a war zone, muttering:

"I'm out. I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything. Suhyeon is officially dead to me."

And as she made her way down the stairs, one last comment slipped out in a voice full of resignation:

"I need to book a therapist. Urgently."

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Author's Note:

Thank you for reading all the way to the end.

The next chapter will be released on July 16th and will feature the long-awaited clash between West Gangbuk High and East Gangbuk High.

See you soon :]