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Warning: you are about to enter the mind of a sinner.

Obsession.

A devilish common trait that occurs when one simply allows their mind to be taken captive by either materialistic objects or harmful substances.

My obsession is perfection.

But not the adjective itself.

No.

Perfection has a heartbeat.

Warm flesh...

Skin whiter than winter's first snowfall...

Tempting plump lips redder than the rich blood that circulates routinely throughout the veins of a human body...

Perfection has piercing emerald-speckled eyes that possess the ability to melt colossal-sized icebergs within mere seconds.

The embodiment of naked beauty.

Yes.

Perfection is my obsession.

Perfection is Irene Bae.

Irene, Irene.

Never would I have imagined that such a name could torment me so sweetly—

So unforgivingly.

That name held no mercy for my animalistic desires.

A day's worth of pent-up frustration would erupt in an unavoidable wave of repressed passion behind the closed doors of my bedroom. Anxious fingers would sneak shamelessly past the elastic of my panties in the wee hours of the night. That name—her name would spill greedily from my mouth along with a nasty combination of profanities no sixteen-year-old should ever be capable of constructing.

I was loud.

I was wild— not an ounce of consideration for my slumbering mother who was only a few steps down the hall.

I didn't care.

Irene...Irene!

I moaned for her...screamed her name as if she'd appear before me and take over my aching hand's busy work.

But it wouldn't be that easy, would it?

This was, after all, Irene Bae; Horangi high's very own Mary Sue.

She has the clichéd 'goody two shoes' complex down to a tee.

She isn't a Jesus freak but she spouts out bible verses here and there to guide those whom she thought had strayed from the holy path she herself had spent seventeen years of precious life paving.

She's top of the class, cheer captain, class president—

A saint.

Consistently active in school events, organizes fundraisers, donates to various charities, volunteers at soup kitchens during her spare weekends—

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Just...perfect in every which way.

She leads a perfect life.

The loving family.

The squeaky-clean reputation.

So damn beautiful, I swear God himself input an odd amount of extra time in crafting and sculpting every refined feature that frames her face.

She's Horangi's prized possession.

Everyone completely worships her.

Irene Bae did not discriminate.

She'd befriend a rapist if they'd repented enough to her standards.

She's the envy of all the insecure girls who want to be her and the unexpected erection for all the boys who want to fuck her.

But only one boy has the blessing to be deemed Irene's boy of affection.

Kang Seungyoon.

He knows just how fucking lucky he is to have a gem like Irene.

He flaunts her around like a damn trophy.

That stupid shit-eating grin of his was always stretched along his face whenever he and Irene would walk the hallways every morning with their fingers threaded together like shoelaces.

Needless to say, I hate his guts.

He has her, the heart-stopping, breath-stealing, hold the press, slap your own mother, Goddess of beauty—

—Of perfection.

Fuck.

She's perfect...

...And I want to break her.

I want to put a crack in the level surfaces of her life. I want to be that ugly dent in her smooth personality, the grimy smudge on her spotless reputation. I want to be the reason why whenever she stares at her reflection in the mirror, she questions every little thing she thought she knew about herself.

Yes...

I want to be her doubt.

Her hesitation.

The cause of why she can't look her pathetic limp-dick boyfriend in the eyes.

I want every perfect part of her to be ruined.

I want to be ruined by her delicate hands.

Those hands...

How I wish for those hands to be wrapped around my throat with her weighted on top of me, whispering her dirty desires in my ear as she gets me off. I crave to hear her gasps as I smear my sins over her shapely lips, to see her slowly embrace that naughty dark side everyone has locked deep within themselves.

All it takes is a little push...

Oh yes.

I want Irene Bae in every way possible.

I'm obsessed.

Irene, can I push you over the edge...?

"You're Kang Seulgi, right?"

Even through the pulsing music blasting in my ears, I heard her velvety smooth voice speak my name crystal clear.

I gazed up lazily from my desk to connect with a pair of dazzling green eyes loaded with enthusiasm.

Spare period was a point in the school day where us students really didn't have to do jack shit. The nerds studied, the burnouts got high in the bathrooms, the preps took selfies, and the careless teachers hid away while loners like me stayed slumped in their seats, blocking out the rest of the world with a pair of earbuds.

I popped them out immediately for her.

My heart thumped longingly in my chest as I soaked in her beauty.

There she was, Irene Bae, in all her glory, standing posture perfect with her arms crossed neatly over her generously endowed chest, hershey colored locks cascading down her shoulders in a Goddess like fashion. She was dressed in a freshly pressed uniform blazer with a crisp white blouse underneath. The appropriate knee-length plaid skirt and matching tie topped off the typical prudish attire.

She made it look fucking mouth-watering.

"Seulgi, that's your name isn't it?" Irene politely repeated when I remained unresponsive.

I nodded my head once in confirmation, distrusting my voice to give the appropriate response.

She stood only a few centimeters from my desk, but it's the closest I've ever been with her.

We've never actually spoken before.

She only knew my name because one of the top priorities of class president is to know your own class inside out. I didn't doubt that the reason she was standing before me now was to either get me to sign a useless petition or to ask if I wanted to join some dumbass extracurricular activity.

Fuck if I cared.

I want to be used by you...

Irene bowed her head slightly then offered her hand for a friendly shake.

"Well, Seulgi, I'm Irene Ba—"

"I know who you are," I interrupted her the very instant the words of introduction began to roll off her tongue.

It was annoying how she felt the need even to do so.

I was more than sure she knew I knew her.

Humbleness was just another part of her moral personality I wanted to fuck with.

"I just thought I'd make a proper introduction," My jade-eyed obsession hummed in a bubbly tone, her hand still extended out for me to take.

I didn't budge.

If I were to take her hand in mine, I'd only end up propping her against my desk, my head journeying underneath her plaid skirt with the intent of hearing how high an octave Irene Bae can scream.

But that would be a pleasurable experience I'd be sharing with one too many pairs of ears.

When Irene realized I wasn't going to return her friendly gesture anytime soon, she lowered her hand and let out a nervous laugh.

"Um, well anyway, there was something I wanted to ask you..." She reached briefly into her blazer pocket and revealed a neatly creased piece of paper. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining this study group I'm putting together," She unfolded the parchment and spread it out evenly for me to read.

The list was handwritten in fancy script, numbered from one to twenty. Only one slot was still available.

As expected.

"Why are you asking me?" I asked her coolly, slouching comfortably into my seat.

"Why not?" She chirped, the corners of her mouth lifting to form a heaven-sent smile so blindingly radiant, it could cause a fifty-car collision. "My group is welcome to anyone."

It took everything in me to restrain myself from yanking her down by her tie and smothering that damn smile with my lips until it twisted into something else.

"I wouldn't fit in."

No, I wasn't making excuses, as I'm pretty sure she thought I was.

I was baiting her.

Waiting for that right moment...

For the window of opportunity to present itself.

"Don't be silly," Irene dismissed with an airy laugh. "I'm sure you'll blend in just fine."

"No, I won't," I disagreed, staring her straight in the eyes. "I'm stupid."

She batted her eyelashes rapidly as if I had just spat in her face.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's true. I'm a fucking idiot."

I knew my aggressive words were throwing her off, and I loved seeing the sexy confusion glinting in her eyes, but she managed to maintain her composure. Irene bent down on her knees so that she could lower to my eye level, her arms taking rest on the edge of my desk with her chin resting on top.

"Do you often have trouble in your classes...?" She asked softly with genuine concern, gazing at me as a loving mother would to her retarded child.

I shrugged.

"Maybe."

The chocolate-haired girl fell silent for a few moments, her olive eyes far away in lost thought. When they refocused, determination glossed over.

"You know what? Forget the study group," Irene removed her list from my desk and tucked it back neatly into her blazer pocket. "I often tutor students during afterschool hours...what do you say you and I have a one-on-one session?"

Fucking bingo.

"Okay, I guess," I replied indifferently though, behind the scenes, I was practically creaming my panties.

And that's how it started.

My little game.

We'd meet every day after school in the library; her arms piled high with textbooks and notes, so overjoyed to be assisting me with my 'problem.'

This bitch was such a saint, so perfect; she hadn't the slightest clue that I was deceiving her.

I never listened when she spoke of formulas or diagrams. Instead, I spent those grueling half hours fantasizing about the various ways I could get her to make me cum, wondering what it would be like to be bent over and taken right on top of those blasted textbooks she loved to run her hands all over. If only she were to read the smutty bullshit, I was really jotting down when she thought I was supposedly taking notes...

"Should we be going down here?" I heard Irene ask cautiously from behind me as I guided her further along the secluded darkened hallways of the forbidden south wing.

It wasn't really 'forbidden' per say, but no one dared to travel past the first flight of stairs. A lot of stupid rumors floated around Horangi about a brutal rape-slash-murder that occurred within these corridors. I went past it just for kicks. To my disappointment, there wasn't anything, but abandoned classrooms in what I assumed was a half-assed attempt to expand the school, but the budget fell short a quarter of the way.

"I don't think we should be here..." Irene told me hushingly from over my shoulder. "We should go back..."

I stopped abruptly in my tracks, which caused her to ram into me accidentally. I tilted my head to the side to get a view of her pale face.

Uncertainty oozed from her like blood from an open wound.

God, it turned me on.

"Are you scared, Irene?" I asked her innocently with a false smile plastered on my face.

She shook her head cutely, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"N-No...I just don't understand why we can't study in the library like usual..."

My smile remained intact.

"I have something I want to show you."

It wasn't an answer I would have accepted so easily but Irene, being her usual trusting self, simply nodded her head and continued to follow me deeper within the deserted hallway.

We soon stopped in front of a set of doors that led to one of the few well-constructed classrooms less hazardous than the rest. I fiddled through my blazer pocket and fished out the master key I scored from the underpaid custodian who was in charge of the south wing's maintenance. It was a fair trade of a few pornographic mags I nabbed from my older brother's stash along with an old pair of panties I outgrew ages ago, just for the hell of it.

The perverted old bastard didn't even hesitate.

I stuck the key in the rusted doorknob and unlocked the door, allowing Irene to step inside first.

The sun was already fading into its horizony shade, coloring the lightless classroom in an orangish red tint. I watched Irene intently as she curiously scanned my hidden sanctuary.

It was when her back was completely turned that I chose to bolt the door shut.

Her head snapped around in a blink of an eye.

I had guessed beforehand that she'd been somewhat suspicious of my strange behavior and her quick reaction verified that.

"What are you doing...?" She asked hesitantly, her jade eyes trained solely on the key gripped in my palm. "...Why did you lock the door?"

"It's quiet here," I calmly changed the subject, casually leaning my weight against the door I had just locked. "Don't you think?"

Irene stared at me uneasily but relaxed her shoulders slightly.

"It is kinda nice..." She soon took refuge at a sturdy desk and chair combination, beginning to spread out our study materials along the thinly dusted table. "Shall we get started? There is this one equation I've wanted to teach you for a while now, and I think you're ready for it."

I stared at her, feeling like a predator closely watching its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.

She was making me feel so hot...so fucking bothered and yet she continued, oblivious to the fact that I wanted to rip her uniform from her curvaceous body piece by piece.

I can't stand it anymore, Irene...

I just can't stand it.

I pulled at the strap of my backpack and briefly dipped my hand inside to retrieve a thick baby blue folder. I tossed it frisbee style over to the desk Irene was currently stationed, startling her as it landed right smack in her hands.

"What's this?" She asked, taking the folder entirely in her grasp.

"It's what I wanted to show you."

A fleet of emotions shaped her face with each graded test sheet she filed through.

"I don't understand..." She whispered in disbelief, her fingers clutching tighter to my grade folder. "These tests...they're perfect scores, you aced them all..." She then lifted her puzzled stare to me; betrayal slapped across her stunning features. "Why...did you ask for my help?"

"I never asked," I reminded her. "You offered."

"But you didn't protest," She fussed.

I could sense the frustration boiling in her voice.

It drove me wild.

"This entire time I've been tutoring you...has it been a waste?"

"Not for me," I breathed heavily, my gaze never straying from hers. "I got what I wanted."

"Which is?"

"You."

I spat it out plain and simple.

I didn't fucking feel like speaking in metaphors any longer.

"I got you."

The entire room fell hushed in tense silence.

Neither of us moved an inch, but we kept careful eyes on each other.

Suddenly, Irene shot up from the table like a bolt of lightning, frantically stuffing her book bag with all the items she had previously spent time unpacking. When she finished, she sloppily slung the misshaped bag around her shoulder and strutted past me for the door on wobbly legs.

I smiled wickedly when I heard the heavy restraint of the door.

"Did you forget?" I giggled teasingly, waving the master key in her line of vision which she immediately tried to swipe from my fingers.

But I was quicker.

Then it happened.

For the very first time, I, Kang Seulgi, was granted the honor of seeing her, Irene Bae, the great saint of Horangi high, glare.

And oh...her glare was deadly.

A stern finger was pointed toward the doorknob.

"Open it."

I shivered in pleasure.

"No."

"Open it." She growled again with just the right amount of dominance to send a light throbbing to the already moistened womanhood between my thighs.

I suppressed a moan.

"No."

Irene stretched her hand out open-palmed.

"Then give me the key."

I defiantly shook my head, taking slow, careful steps backward away from her.

The erotically intense, hateful way she glared at me in that moment could get me off for a lifetime.

"Give me the damn key!" She snapped.

I wasn't exactly sure where we were going with this back-and-forth banter, but it was so fucking hot seeing her get so riled up.

Seeing her squirm...

Seeing her so uncomfortable...

It' s driving me crazy.

I provocatively slapped my lips together while gradually making my way over to where she had been only moments ago, removing my uniform blazer and draping it over the chair.

"You want it?" I dangled the key high in the air, enjoying the cat-like way her head moved along with the motion. My hand then snaked inside my fitted blouse and slotted the key deep behind the left cup of my bra. "Come get it."

My wide-eyed obsession stared at me horrified. Making no effort to pursue the key, she spun around on the heel of her foot, crazily tugging, kicking, and banging on the wooden door with the results all ending tragically the same.

Locked the fuck shut.

"There's no use in that, babe," I said amusingly. "It only opens with a key."

She disregarded my statement and commenced pounding on the door repeatedly with her fists while I watched her hungrily. She was trying so desperately to get away from me, and I found it so sexy.

After a while, her fists slowed then stopped altogether.

"...Why?" She huffed through heavy breaths, her tired emerald orbs meeting my lustful hazel ones. "Why are you doing this...?"

"Why did you come with me?" I rebounded. "You sensed something wasn't right, didn't you? So why did you come?"

"I thought you needed my help..." She murmured, her breathing evening and now spouting in short tufts through her nose. "I wanted to help you...but now I know you're beyond help...you're just plain sick..."

"Baby, I'm human," I laughed darkly while hopping on top of the creaky old desk, the cold metal of the master key scraping lightly against my breast with every movement I made. "Can't blame me for that, can you?"

"Just...let me out of here...please..." She faintly whispered.

Damn, this girl...

She's like glass to me.

I wanted to break her all while being broken myself.

I could already see the cracks beginning to form, and it had me dripping wet...

"You can get out anytime, Irene..." I informed her lowly, my breathing becoming labored. "If you try to get the key, I won't stop you."

I jutted my chest out for her.

"Just come and get it."

She hadn't moved for the longest time that when she finally did, I thought I imagined it. She hovered above me, her scent so intoxicatingly sweet, I could practically taste her on my tongue. Her trembling hand lifted in an attempt to force it down the front opening of my buttoned blouse but failed due to its constriction.

Thank God for C-cups.

"U-Unbutton your shirt..."

I shook my head.

"You do it."

She gritted her teeth.

"You're pissing me off."

"And you're turning me on..." I purred back, wanting to grab her by those honey thighs and pull her in close to my core but this game of resistance was too hot to ruin with a quick feel.

Muttering incoherently under her breath, Irene slowly began unbuttoning my blouse with clumsy fingers.

I inhaled sharply; keeping my eyes lasered on her skilled fingerwork, witnessing her loop each pearl button loose. The very sight of her practically undressing me had me shifting and twisting my hips uncomfortably, the throbbing from my clit almost unbearable.

Fuck...I'm so turned on right now...

Soon, she had successfully unbuttoned her way down to my stomach, exposing my white-laced bra for her viewing displeasure. A cold chill tingled down my spine upon feeling the cool air hit my chest. She inclined forward towards me, her lengthy hair tickling my skin. She pinched the upper outlining layer of my bra and peeled it back ever so slightly to get a quick peek inside. She slyly tried to hide it, but I still caught the subtle pink blush heating her cheeks.

"Like what you see?" I whispered hotly in her ear.

"S-Shut up..." She bashfully muttered while slipping two fingers boldly inside my bra. The electric sensation of her fingertips lightly grazing against my breast felt so fucking amazing; I couldn't keep the raw moan from escaping through my lips. Irene instantly retracted her hand with a startled gasp; her cheeks now inflamed a blazing shade of red.

"W-Why are you doing that?"

"Because it feels good..." I confessed honestly, peering at her through half-lidded eyes.

Her hands dropped solidly down to her side.

"Just give it to me."

"Oh...trust me, baby...I want to give it to you so badly..." I hissed in an almost threatening tone.

Fear, confusion, curiosity, and excitement danced relentlessly in her eyes all at once.

Christ, how am I even containing myself right now? I want to ravish the hell out of her...

"I'm only trying to get the key..." Irene oddly elaborated, as if to warn me that her next actions weren't personal.

She leaned fully back into me and slid her entire hand underneath my bra so that she was gently cupping my breast. Her neck was on full display for me to admire, only inches from my quivering lips. As she groped around the front of my bra for the key, I intentionally released the stifled moan I'd been holding hostage since her warm palm reunited with my breast. The shudder that rattled through her afterward made me wonder if I was affecting her too.

God...I'm going insane...

With her touching me like that, my self-restraint was pushing far beyond my nonexistent control.

Fuck it...

I smashed my lips to her neck and sucked tenderly at her tempting porcelain skin, scraping my teeth along her frantic pulse point.

She tasted sweeter than I'd ever imagined.

"S-Stop..." She breathlessly demanded, attempting to nudge me away with her head but I kept remorselessly assaulting her neck. My hands were clutched so tightly to the desk's edge, it hurt. When her fingers grazed ever so delicately past my nipple, I swear to God I heard her whimper...

But as soon as contact with the key was made, Irene rapidly pulled away from me like a rubber band snapping in two.

Abandoning any and all items she had entered with, she raced for the door, jammed the metal object in the keyhole, and unlatched the bolt. She swung open the door and burst from the room.

The discarded master key laid menacingly down in front of the bustling doorway.

I remained a panting mess against the creaky old desk.

I licked my bottom lip to preserve the taste of my obsession.

Irene Bae, I will break you.

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