I would have to wait and see how much of what Park Gyuseok said was true, but according to him, Hyeon Jinhoo did not have a single one of my videos in his possession right now. So for the time being, I had escaped the obligation to read his moods and do what he said.

I pulled my hat low over my head and hurried into the Art College department office. At least up to now, I had succeeded in not running into them. I needed to hurry up and apply for leave and get somewhere else. Since my room was no longer safe either, I made up my mind to stay at a cafe and then go straight to the house of the student I tutored.

But just because I had managed to avoid them did not mean I could relax. I was scared of meeting those bastards, but staying hidden was terrifying too, because I could not predict what they might scheme from behind the scenes using the video. It was a truly contradictory situation, wanting not to see it, but being afraid if I did not look.

When I went to the department office after making the effort to get there, there was no one inside. Not a single person was there to keep the desk occupied, so it seemed they had all left for an early lunch.

I stamped my feet and decided to just stand there and wait. I must have stood there for about ten minutes…. It was the moment I quietly came out of the office because I needed to use the bathroom.

“Hey.”

“Hk, huh!”

Until now, Park Gyuseok had not specifically come all the way to the Art College I attended. Our only point of contact had been Hyeon Jinhoo, and without Hyeon Jinhoo as a common denominator, he had never suddenly shown up alone in my own space. Horrifyingly enough, it seemed that starting with my studio room, he had now decided to enter the Art College too.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I am not eating…. I, I will go soon….”

“Where are you going now?”

“…The bathroom….”

I was dumbfounded by his nonchalant attitude, casually asking whether I had eaten lunch with such a normal face. I turned toward the bathroom I had originally been going to and walked there anxiously, and he matched my pace with his long legs from behind, following me. Anxiety crept up on me. Was he planning to do something to me in the bathroom?

The sight of Park Gyuseok trailing behind me drew the attention of many students in the Art College. After all, Park Gyuseok, though a wicked bastard with a nasty personality, had a remarkable face.

I wanted to shout at the female students who were secretly stealing glances at Park Gyuseok with rolling eyes, wanting to know what this man was really like. Of course, the one who would take the bigger blow from that would be none other than me.

“Is it urgent? Do you think you are going to shit yourself on the way?”

“…It is urgent.”

I was going to the bathroom because it was urgent, so why was he asking? My fear inside me kept growing larger. At this rate, he would follow me into the bathroom, lock me into a stall, and demand sex.

“Are you going to keep… following me?”

“You do not need to be scared. I am not going to do it there anyway, it is dirty.”

So he planned to do it anywhere else besides there…. Even though Park Gyuseok had not used any particular force today, I was no different from a rat in his grasp, so I had no choice but to comply obediently. Once I reached the bathroom, I stood in front of the urinal with my body shaking and dragged the time out.

He seemed set on standing right by the door and waiting until I was done. Just like a detective waiting to escort away a criminal who had stopped by the bathroom. Of course, the real criminal was closer to Park Gyuseok than to me.

I finished up, washed my hands, and dawdled as much as I could. The moment I came out of the bathroom, Park Gyuseok grabbed my arm with a rough force and dragged me somewhere. I looked around for help with a pleading face, but the female students who had been staring at Park Gyuseok with admiration just moments ago were gone, and the hallway of the Art College was empty.

“Hngh!”

“Do they not have any more classes here today?”

He opened an empty lecture room and shoved me inside. I thought I could smell a faint ink odor, and when Park Gyuseok turned on the switch, the interior that looked like a painting class lecture room came into view at a glance.

“I, I do not know the schedule for the Oriental Painting department! There might be an afternoon lecture here-.”

“There is enough time until lunch is over anyway. Just do it here.”

The lecture room had a wooden table in the center for still life, the subject of paintings, and around it were about twenty easels, drawing boards, and chairs arranged in a circle facing the table. He easily pulled down my pants and underwear, then turned me around in that state and made me brace myself by grabbing the wooden table in the center. The table was low, so my whole body was pulled downward, and when he lifted my ass from behind, I was fixed in a posture with my upper body bent down and my butt raised high.

Without bothering to loosen my body separately, he split my butt cheeks and entered. The sharp, stinging pain and the heavy throbbing pain spreading inside made my face scrunch up on its own. I had somewhat expected that he might suddenly do this at school, but that did not mean I had gotten used to it. While the semi-forced act was taking place in the middle of the lecture room, the easels around the table felt like onlookers watching me. It was hard to endure…. I want to hide.

“Hngh!”

“You, you said you also often did it outside with Jinhoo.”

“…Uhuhuh…. Hhk!”

“With him. Outside where, where did you do it?”

Unlike me, whose breathing was clearly disturbed with only a faint trace of excitement mixed in, Park Gyuseok’s voice remained fairly calm. Perhaps because he was conscious that students might come into the lecture room before class started, he kept going hurriedly and continued the act in a rushed and forceful way.

He climaxed and came far faster than when we had done it at my studio room or at Hyeon Jinhoo’s house. He had talked about hating dirt and being a germophobe, yet he himself was busy pouring semen into my insides.

Afterward, leaving the cleanup to me, he simply pulled my underwear and pants back up to dress me, then grabbed my wrist and was dragging me out of the Art College toward somewhere else again.

“…Where are we going?”

“Let’s eat.”

“N, no…! I want to go home. Delete the videos first!”

“Alright, let’s eat first.”

After putting me in the car with an inconsiderate motion, he drove out of school and took me to a Chinese restaurant in the nearby commercial district. What was this even? He had brutally raped me at school, then acted as if he were feeding me a meal like he was taking care of my hunger. All the while using the threat that he would delete the videos only after I stayed beside him until I finished eating.

The food itself looked excellent, but mentally I was so oppressed that it barely went down, like grains of sand, and I could not even eat many bites. On the other hand, Park Gyuseok, who even cleaned up the noodles that had been served as his portion, held up his phone in front of my eyes and selected yet another video from before.

When he carelessly played the video in a dining hall where other customers and employees were coming and going, I nearly wanted to kill him with the chopsticks in my hand. Before the moans from my voice and the sea of skin-colored flesh in the video could echo through the restaurant and attract attention, I hurriedly pressed stop and begged him, rubbing both hands together in a submissive way. Please delete it….

“I deleted it.”

“…Thank you….”

I was the victim of rape and video recording, and yet I was in the position of saying thank you to him instead. He permanently deleted the video in one shot, then smiled dryly and headed for the cashier. As I trailed behind him, I had the illusion that invisible chains were winding tightly around my body.

He already knew my address, my student number, and had even recorded videos of me, but I did not want to expose even one more area related to me. So, without any real purpose, I pretended to go home and got into the car Park Gyuseok was driving, then got dropped off in front of my place.

Luckily, he did not follow me up to my studio room, and left leisurely. So I was able to go into the room, enjoy a brief peace for about an hour, and then leave to tutor.

My situation was completely different from the last time I had visited the student’s house. There was no longer any trace of the stupid, naive me who had joked around with a student named Taejun in a cheerful mood, let him solve the worksheet, and chatted with Hyeon Jinhoo through messages in between.

Of course, Taejun’s mother, who opened the front door, and Taejun himself both asked first if my face was pale and whether I had an upset stomach. But even the warm concern and consideration that bloomed in the homey atmosphere of this house was not something I had the luxury to appreciate in my current, ruined state.

Without realizing it, I left their concern behind with a cold, stiff attitude and went straight into the lesson. The saying that when a person is cornered, thorns sprout all over them and they end up unintentionally causing emotional wounds to those around them, was indeed true.

“…I, I am going to go to the bathroom for a bit.”

“Okay….”

It seemed their concern was right, and I really did have indigestion. The few greasy Chinese dishes I had swallowed a few hours earlier at the restaurant had not digested properly. Since the bathroom in the living room was the closest, I clutched the toilet and retched. As I vomited back out food chunks that had not even been properly broken down, along with bitter gastric juice, the scene from the Chinese restaurant earlier overlapped again and a headache hit me.

How long could I keep living like this…. The number of remaining videos, which was eleven at minimum and fifteen at most? Was it really a problem that could be fully solved once I gave up my body and let Park Gyuseok drag me around?

It was also possible that, just like Hyeon Jinhoo had done, he could hand my body over to other people someday and commit gang rape. Besides, there was no guarantee that because he deleted the videos in front of my eyes, they were completely erased from the world.

It was right when I opened the bathroom door after rinsing my mouth. I nearly collided with a large man standing in front of the door. I had vaguely looked toward the area around the other person’s neck and was about to apologize when I raised my head, and nearly blacked out and fell backward. It was a face I never expected.

“…Uh.”