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God, have mercy on my depraved soul for I am on the fringe of insanity.

—Of madness.

Hysteria.

I could feel myself lapsing into its suffocating coma as I thoroughly absorbed the alluring motions of my infatuation gallivanting across the gymnasium floor like a graceful dove freed from years of entrapment.

And I'm the slithering serpent lurking in the shadows, waiting...

Watching...

Famished...

Usually, when it came to Irene's cheer practice, I'd wedge myself within the cramped spaces of the wooden bleachers, concealed in complete privacy to ensue whatever foul acts her succulent figure influenced me into.

But today, I wanted to be seen.

I wanted her to see me.

I wanted her to feel my smoldering gaze trot along her white skin, thirstily drinking in each and every crevasse that shaped her luscious body.

I swear, as long as there is oxygen filling my lungs, I will never grow tired of admiring that body—

God's gift to man.

The thin t-shirt wrapped around her torso deliciously enhanced her ample breasts, the plush flesh of her belly revealing its glory with every arm motion she executed. I bit back a moan when my salacious eyes trailed down to her legs.

Fuck.

Her legs.

How I wish to experience those legs constricting around my neck with her fingers roughly massaging my scalp as I put my crafty tongue to work.

My own legs clenched tightly together the closer I watched her.

I'm throbbing...

"Okay! Let's take that again from the top!" Irene commanded her fellow teammates with the solid clap of her hands, fully supported by the head coach who only had to stand to the side and observe.

This girl possesses such leadership.

A true-born leader, yes indeed.

So born to lead.

Nearly a week had passed since said girl, Horangi high's picture-perfect angel, led me straight into a toe-curling orgasm.

Without even fucking trying.

Just a mere twitch of her finger and I was rendered putty in her soft hands.

I've been unintentionally torturing myself ever since.

"You're soaking..."

Those words she groaned to me replayed in my head like a goddamn hypnotic pop song set on infinite repeat.

My nights were grueling.

Cruel.

After experiencing possibly the best climax of my life, I was confident I could never top that mind-blowing sensation myself.

No.

Only her.

So I vowed if I were to be touched, it'd be by her hands.

But she didn't exactly make it easy for me.

Irene avoided me like the plague.

There was no clever ploy or tactic I could use against her so any chances at locking her in my special classroom again would be a complete bust.

Hell, I couldn't even get her alone. She always made sure she was accompanied by either a few dozen of her mindless followers or by her stupid, dipshit boyfriend.

Yes, Irene kept her distance, but I also chose to stay away.

Mostly for the thrill.

I fucking love the thrill of trying to get her...

—Of wanting her.

The pressure...

It was agonizing but at the same time, incredible.

Jesus.

The intense sparks of sexual tension ignited between us whenever we'd occasionally pass each other in the halls or during spare period where I'd visually molest her.

The very sight of her aroused me beyond control.

Irene Bae is a drug.

An addiction I have no wish to kick.

I can barely keep my panties dry simply watching her at cheerleading practice.

My eyes never left her even after she was dismissed for a break, smiling that crazy addicting smile. She took rest on the ground-level bleachers, wiping her forehead on a towel with her eyes traveling over to the other half of the gymnasium where the boys' basketball team practiced. Her already radiant smile intensified when she locked onto her boyfriend, Seungyoon. She threw him a cute wave to which he returned by blowing a kiss.

Bastard.

When it came for the boys to break, Seungyoon eagerly jogged over to Irene, who met him halfway with a water bottle ready.

Envy stirred in the pit of my stomach as I witnessed them engage in the sickening lovey-dovey way high school sweethearts normally behave.

And boy, they were laying it on thick.

Irene took her already dirtied towel and lightly dabbed at his glistening forehead, pushing aside any damp locks that stuck to the reddening skin. His grubby hands wrapped around her waist while she flirtatiously tugged at the royal blue jersey hanging off his stout physique.

What I'd give to have her that close to me again.

Oh, what I'd do...

It was after she gave him a quick peck on the cheek that her eyes finally aligned with mine.

Though I was several feet from her, we stared at each other like we were face to face...

Nose to nose...

Breast to breast...

I could tell from the apprehensive glint reflecting in those pools of jade that she had been very aware of my presence for quite a while.

I silently beckoned her with my ponderous gaze, gradually luring her into my web.

Come to me, Irene...

She tore away the instant Seungyoon began speaking to her again.

My eyes remained fixated on her.

I know you want it...

"Damn, aren't you a delicious sight," A sleazy voice raspily addressed me, snapping me out of my self-induced trance.

A disgustingly sweaty bleach blonde-haired boy stood hunched on the step right below the one I was perched on, decked in the same school jersey Seungyoon wore. His slimy predatory smile widened when he noticed he had caught my attention, the basketball cradled under his arm pressing into his chest as he inclined forward towards me. "You must be here to watch me in action, huh?"

I didn't bother masking my grimace.

"Do I know you?"

"Ah! Very funny!" The blonde laughed obnoxiously as if what I had just asked was meant purely for giggles and not an actual legit question.

This fact began to process through his thick skull when I continued to stare at him indifferently.

"Wait...you really don't know me?" He asked in genuine shock.

"I haven't a clue," I curtly replied, targeting my gaze back onto Seungyoon and Irene who were now linked together by the tips of their fingers, smiling and casually chatting with one another.

The blonde sleaze slid back into my view before the gnawing pang of jealousy could sting in my chest.

"Well, you should," He boasted, proudly thumping his chest with his fist. "Baby, I'm the talk of the school."

I seriously had no fucking idea who this ass clown was or why he had the audacity to even imply that I would actually give an entire shit.

"Right," I snorted sarcastically then once again attempted to refocus on Irene, those green eyes sucking me into its unavoidable gravitational pull.

But the blonde nuisance kept getting in the way.

"I'm the star point guard of the Horangi Dragons. These halls are wailing with the name Choi Junhong. Everyone knows me—" He droned on endlessly about himself and other useless garbage I had no interest in.

Normally, I didn't have a problem such as this with guys because they don't really hit on me often. I didn't exactly scream 'thirsty for cock' but it's not like I had 'I eat pussy' tattooed on my forehead either. From my antisocial behavior, people pretty much got the idea.

But this shit bag was trying and failing to apply his charms in wooing me but all he was accomplishing was annoying the ever-loving shit out of me.

He soon sensed my disinterest after realizing that all his bullshit babbling only fell on deaf ears.

"Are you even listening to me?" I heard him grunt as he roughly grabbed my left shoulder, prompting me to glare up at his stupid face that now hosted a nasty scowl. "Have you heard anything I just said?"

"Why? Was it important?" I asked mockingly, shrugging off his hand in a lumbering motion.

His scowl deepened.

"You're lucky I'm even giving you any attention," The blonde spat unnecessarily loud, maneuvering the gritty basketball obsessively back and forth between his hands. "Me talking to you is the greatest honor you'll ever have,"

I held in an imploding laugh.

This jackass was so full of himself that he didn't think for a second that I'm rejecting him not only because he's a repulsive prick but also because I'm a fucking lesbian.

"Look, penis breath," I sighed in a calm manner. "I think I made it pretty clear that I don't want to fuck you so why don't you just go jerk off in the showers and leave me the hell alone."

"How fucking dare you talk to me that way, bitch!" He bellowed, intending to come off as threatening but instead ended up sounding really noisy and whiny like a toddler after being swatted on the hands.

Pathetic.

"Any whore at this school would be dying to have a piece of me!"

"Well, I'm not just any whore," I taunted him with a wink.

He squeezed the basketball tightly in his hands, fueled in rage.

"You stupid cun—"

"What's going on over here?" A noble voice asked firmly, drowning out the rest of the blonde idiot's insult.

A voice I loathed from the very bottom of my black heart.

Kang Seungyoon appeared just then, springing up on the step the blonde douchebag stood and held out a protective arm in between us.

"Why are you all up in her face, man?"

Great.

The 'gallant Seungyoon' has come to my rescue.

I really hate this guy.

"Fuck off, Kang, this got nothing to do with you," The blonde fucker grunted to Seungyoon with his beady bloodshot eyes still piercing into me while I stared back in amusement.

"You're right," Seungyoon chuckled humorlessly. "You harassing girls openly in public has nothing to do with me but you're not exactly being quiet about it, now are you?"

Blondie turned towards his messy-haired teammate and narrowed his eyes. "Harassing her? Please, this bitch was drooling all over me. She practically begged to blow me right here but I rejected her cause I don't want any diseases."

I rolled my eyes at his sad attempt in humiliating me.

Amateur.

"Oh yeah, I was totally drooling," I gushed theatrically before Seungyoon could defend me. "I'll be forever wondering what that two-inch baby penis you just flashed me feels like in my mouth."

I watched in smug satisfaction as the curly-topped blonde's face inflamed in embarrassment.

"I-I never did that! She's lying!" He stammered hysterically to Seungyoon, pointing at me accusingly.

"Then that means you were too," Seungyoon laughed, slapping the boy on the back of his neck then lightly shoving him off the step. "Get out of here, dude."

The dope stumbled away in shame; self-consciously holding himself as he sulked into the boys' locker room.

"Sorry about him, he tends to get a little too hyped after practice," Seungyoon explained to me, honing an apologetic smile.

I shrugged.

"Whatever."

He wiped his hand quickly on his jersey then extended it outward for me to take.

"Kang Seungyoon."

Don't care.

"Kang Seulgi," I sighed dully, callously returning his firm handshake for one reason and one reason only.

This hand touches her...

"Ah, we share the same surname," He said lamely, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. "We could be cousins and not even know it."

I inwardly scoffed at his pointless small talk.

Get away from me, douche.

I opened my mouth to express my inner thoughts but I choked it back when I saw who else decided to walk up in that very moment.

"Yoon, practice is over," The velvety voice that haunts my lusty fantasies informed her boyfriend as she possessively hooked her arm through his, completely ignoring my presence. "Hurry up and get changed so we can go."

She was her usual bubbly self; that perfect girl I split a crack in sealed so tightly within herself.

Irene, Irene...

I know you want it too...

"See ya later, Seulgi, it was nice meeting you," Seungyoon said to me while coiling his arm around Irene's shoulder.

"Likewise," I said dryly.

They walked bound together into the uproarious locker rooms then separated to enter the appropriate showers.

Kang Seungyoon.

Fucking shit eater.

Thinking about him with her made me severely ill.

If only I were to have my way, he wouldn't be an issue.

If only...

It was at this point that I noticed that the gymnasium was half empty, any lingering students already retreating to the locker room.

I gulped down hard and commenced praying for my soul once again.

"G-God...you're soaking..."

Shit.

Irene.

She's torturing me.

I'm torturing myself.

"You're soaking..."

"Irene..." I helplessly groaned aloud, my fingers messily running along my parted lips with my eyes shutting upon thinking of how it would be if she were touching me...

"My God..."

—On top of me...

"G-God...you're soaking..."

Inside me...

Oh sweet insanity, embrace me.

Not sure how long I sat there on the brink of basically fingering myself but a familiar gasp sent me rocketing back to reality.

And damn was I happy with the breathtaking reality that stood before me.

My eyes fluttered open and inescapably locked with a pair of baffled green orbs.

Irene was standing below me on the ground level, her once exposed skin now hidden by a fleece black sports jacket, but her creamy thighs were still on display for me to see. She clutched tighter to the strap of her pink duffle bag the longer we held eye contact. Her instincts jumpstarted when I rose up from my place on the bleachers. I barely batted an eyelash and she was already racing up the stairs that led to the exit.

Of course, that only cued me to pursue after her.

I love it when they run...

I chased her all the way through the hollow hallways of the north wing, void of students. It was an empty atmosphere I hadn't been blessed with for days.

I'm feeling lucky...

After only about a minute of pursuit, Irene came to a complete halt then spun around to glare at me.

"You really have to stop stalking me," She growled between sexy, husky breaths.

"But it's my favorite pastime..." I cooed seductively, taking advantage of her stationary stance and drawing in closer.

She surprisingly remained in place.

"What do you want...?" My chocolate-haired obsession asked in a wispy whisper, her hands fidgeting restlessly around her duffle bag strap.

"Why do you always insist on asking questions you already know the answer to?" I grunted, now becoming so close to her that our bodies nearly touched.

And she still didn't move.

Hell yeah...

I'm feeling lucky.

"L-Leave me alone..." She murmured as I daringly snaked my arms around her slender waist and molded our bodies together like puzzle pieces. The arousing scent of exercise strewn in along with her natural essence intoxicated me.

"Get out of my head..." I laughed coarsely, my nose teasingly nuzzling her neck. "See? I can say stupid shit too..."

A soft whine elicited from her crimson lips.

God, have mercy...

Excitement jolted straight to my clit as I aggressively slammed us into a set of lockers, the flimsy metal clanging loudly upon impact. Her duffle instantly dropped below our feet. Our hearts thundered together in sync the harder I pressed myself against her, my hand just itching to burrow itself inside those tiny jogging shorts to fuck my name out of her mouth.

"S-Stop it..." Irene commanded inefficiently through a groan, her nails scraping along the smooth surface of the locker behind her.

"Do you even want me to, Irene...?"

I felt like I had to ask.

Her slurs of disapproval conflicted with her delayed reactions to my touches.

A clear contradiction.

The stunning beauty propped against me lifted her eyelids and parted her lips to reply but wasn't given the chance to do so.

"Irene?" The irritating voice of Seungyoon echoed from down the northern wing, his heavy footsteps quickly clamoring to where we were huddled. "Rene, you still here?"

That's when she finally moved.

Irene immediately pushed me off her but didn't let me stray too far for she latched onto my uniform blazer and lodged me behind a nearby ceiling pillar.

It all happened so fast; I barely had time to process it.

But when I did, it was already too late.

"There you are," I heard Seungyoon's relieved voice sigh happily. "For a minute there, I thought you left without me."

I peeked from behind the pillar to see Seungyoon dressed in street clothes with his back facing me while Irene mirrored the opposite.

She looked as if she were on the verge of a breakdown.

Was it wrong to find her rattled state oh so very sexy...?

"N-No, I just had to take care of a few things..." Irene excused, running a shaky hand through her tousled brown curls.

Seungyoon sighed.

"Sorry I took so long. I had to set that idiot Junhong straight again," His hands balled together into tight fists. "That ass has no respect for women, I swear. That was the fourth girl this practice I had to pry him off of. But this time it seems he picked the wrong girl. She didn't buy any of his bullshit and held her own. It was pretty impressive."

"I bet..." I heard Irene detachably agree.

"Yeah, I don't think she even needed me to interfere but I felt like I had to anyway," He paused for a brief moment. "I'm actually surprised you didn't step in, Rene. I mean...you have such a low tolerance for bullying. I thought for sure you'd whip Junhong into place like always."

Irene was dead silent.

I closely examined her expression, curious of her answer.

Guilt was scribbled all over her.

"May...I be honest...?" She asked him after enough time had passed.

He nodded.

"Of course."

Irene looked me dead in the eye when she uttered her next statement.

"I'm not really fond of that girl."

"Really? You?" He began to chuckle but stopped when he realized the earnestness underlining her words. "I didn't think you were capable of disliking anyone...is she that bad?"

"She's dishonest...deceitful..." She spoke of me as if it hurt her to recite, poisonous to her tongue. "I don't like her one bit."

Instead of welling with sadness like any other lovesick dope would, I withered in excitement.

I knew what she was doing.

And she didn't fucking fool me either.

You'll never fool me, Irene Bae...

I know you want it...

Her next words, however, did throw me off.

"She's the same girl I told you about...remember?"

My ears perked.

She told him about me?

"Oh..." He said lowly in realization. Although I couldn't see his expression, I could tell he was serious. "So that's the girl who you once tutored but stopped because she was only trying to humiliate you?"

I swallowed back a laugh.

That's the bullshit she's been spoon-feeding him?

I guess it's easy to paint me as the villain because I am but she's at fault herself.

For being so perfect.

For driving me obsessed.

It's your fault, Irene...

It's your entire fault.

"I-I'm sorry...I know that's no excuse..." Irene apologized meekly, dropping her gaze to the floor, almost ashamed to look him in the eye. "Forgive me for being so selfish..."

Seungyoon took her trembling hand in his and warmed it with a kiss.

"Rene, I understand..." He whispered to her soothingly, cradling her hand to his broad chest. "It's okay to harbor negative feelings directed towards others. It doesn't make you a bad person, it's natural...but you also shouldn't let that affect your judgment," He then removed their clasped hands from his chest and placed them over her heart. "This heart...it's so pure...so loving...I cherish it so much...don't ever let anyone take that from you, okay? No matter what, don't let anyone change you."

A warm smile spread at her lips.

"You're amazing...you know that?" She gushed, maneuvering their bundle of hands from her chest to her face so that he was caressing her cheek.

"Sometimes," Seungyoon joked, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead then pulling her in for a full-bodied embrace.

I took this 'tender moment' to step into plain sight from behind the granite pillar.

Seungyoon remained oblivious to my presence but not Irene.

Just like magnets, our eyes connected.

Don't ever change?

We'll see about that...

I pointed my index finger up at the ceiling and mouthed the words 'roof' to her, signaling that that's where I'd be.

She gave no indication that she would follow through with my silent demand but I knew she understood. She broke eye contact with me then buried her face deep inside Seungyoon's sweatshirt, clinging onto him like a life preserver.

I slowly backed away from the two then discreetly made my way to the stairwell chamber. As I began scaling the series of flights, my mind couldn't help but do what minds do best.

Think.

Not fond of me, huh?

Fuck that.

Perhaps that was true the first time around when our encounter occurred but after the second, I knew that 'honesty' of hers was pure bullshit. The proof was in the way she reacted to my touch when I had her pinned to the lockers. If Seungyoon hadn't intruded when he did, I'd already be her rapacious little sex toy.

She wants me.

I know she does.

I just need to pump that out of her and that's exactly what I planned on doing.

I'll break you, Irene...

When I finally reached the gated rooftop, I leaned against a large vent and waited for her arrival.

I didn't have to wait long.

Sure enough, within minutes, Irene appeared and stayed in the doorway.

She's so adorable sometimes.

"Don't worry," I assured her, knowing exactly what she was cautious of. "I can't lock you up here, I don't have a key."

Distrusting my words, Irene pried the door wide open and grabbed at a stray brick lying by, placing it between the threshold so that it couldn't close entirely.

"Let's get one thing straight," She immediately began to speak after leaving the safety of the doorway, arms crossed confidently over her chest with her fierce green eyes ready to pierce my soul. "This 'thing' between us stops now."

I smirked.

"Thing? Mind elaborating?"

Her nostrils flared.

"Don't even start with your silly games, I'm not in the mood," She barked sternly yet strangely arousing.

She's so fucking sexy when she's pissed.

"But you know how much I like to play..." I said deviously while pushing myself off the vent to ascend towards her.

Unlike previously in the hallway, Irene moved away from me, taking three steps backward for every single step I took.

"I want you to leave me alone, for good. That means, don't follow me, don't talk to me, don't look at me, and stay away from my boyfriend."

"As if I willingly want to be anywhere near that patronizing bastard," I fired back with a scoff.

"He's not a bastard," She disagreed in an agitated tone. "Just look at what he did for you today, he's a good person."

And?

He could be Jesus Christ himself and I'll still want to grind up his junk in a blender.

Can't you see, Irene?

"It doesn't matter what he does for me. I'll always hate his fucking guts."

Her well-groomed brows furrowed together, generally confused by my hateful nature.

"...Why?"

Why?

Why?

Baby, I'll show you why.

Faster than a malicious bullet aimed to kill, I immobilized Irene against the gated rooftop ledge, a startled yelp sounding from her as a result of the collision. The dingy concrete jutted out just enough for me to force her into a sitting position with me straddling her lap nanoseconds afterward. The electric friction created by our conjoined thighs and perfectly aligned breasts felt so goddamn amazing, restraining myself from grinding on her like a dog in heat was damn near impossible.

But I held out.

I want her to be the one to let go...

"That bastard has what I want..." I breathed vigorously, cupping her flushed cheeks and inclining her face close to mine so that our noses grazed together. "He has you, Irene Bae, and I hate him for it."

She basked in complete silence.

Copious amounts of emotion flitted across her gorgeous features.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Confliction...

And...something else.

Something...raw.

Hectic.

It glimmered inside those specs of emerald brightly, wanting oh so desperately to be released from its eternal prison.

And Irene was fighting like hell to keep it there.

"I want you, Irene...you make me so hot...you make me want to touch myself..." I induced further in her ear, evoking a frustrated groan from her in return. "You don't have to be so perfect around me like you have to with him...just let it go..."

"He cares about me..." She whispered heartbreakingly soft as an excuse for why this couldn't be, why this was so wrong. "I care about him..."

"He doesn't have to know," I reassured her, pinching her chin between my fingers and forcing her to look at me. "I can keep a secret...I can be your secret..."

I placed my hands on her chest just as Seungyoon had in the hallway.

"This heart he loves so much, he can have...it's not what I'm after..."

My zealous hands glided up her bare thighs only to lightly rake my fingertips back down the tender flesh all the way to the hem of her shorts. "I can give you whatever you want, Irene, I'm your toy...your dirty whore...I can fulfill your nastiest cravings...your craziest fantasies..."

Like clockwork, I slipped off her lap and dropped to my knees, gripping her legs and tossing them over my shoulders. Tiny mewls spilled out of her mouth as I trailed my hot tongue towards the inner section of her thigh, moaning whorishly myself when her hips arched in my face.

Fucking hell, Irene, give into me already...

"Let me make you feel good, baby..." I mumbled greedily with my mouth full of her porcelain skin. "Let me see what's underneath all this beauty..."

I knew she wanted to say something—

—Do something.

I felt it.

But she didn't.

And it frustrated me.

Shit, I can't take this.

Defeated and aggravated, I removed her legs from my shoulders then rose to my feet, straightening my uniform.

"My offer will never fade," I promised in a hushed whisper to my very confused, disheveled obsession after I left her warmth. "You know where you can find me."

Regret ate away at my libido as I lethargically journeyed towards the exit, not sure what to expect or to even expect anything at all...

But in this unpredictable world full of sin and temptation—

—We should always expect the unexpected.

"Seulgi, wait..."

Ripples of ecstasy ricocheted through me the very moment my name rolled off her tongue. I anxiously spun around to see Irene only a few paces away with her cell cradled in her hands, thumbs at the ready.

"...What's your number?"

Halleluiah.