The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 38

Ye jun

I woke up that Saturday morning feeling like absolute garbage. My eyes were swollen shut almost, all puffy and red from the stupid crying I did right outside his door last night. I cried so hard my face hurt, snot everywhere, trying to be quiet so nobody heard fall apart. My body was still sore in all the bad places between my legs it ached deep, my hips had finger-shaped bruises, my back felt pulled from how he bent . Every ti I shifted it reminded of every single second: the way he held down, the way I begged, the way he made shake and cry his na until my voice gave out, then just left there like trash. But I wasn’t going to stay in bed feeling sorry for myself all day. No. Screw that. I wasn’t that kind of person. I kicked the blanket off hard, sat up fast, rubbed my face rough with both hands until it stung, and muttered to myself in a low, angry whisper, "Ti to make him pay, Ye-jun. You pathetic crybaby. Let’s see how he likes being the one who can’t breathe right for once."

Saying it out loud made my stomach flip half scared, half excited. I liked the idea of turning it around, even if it was small and an. I got up, legs wobbly at first, and walked straight to my drawer. I pulled it open so hard the handles rattled. I dug through my clothes fast until I found the smallest pair of shorts I owned. They were black, super tight, and so short they rode up high the mont I pulled them on basically underwear with big ideas. I tugged them down a little, but they still showed way too much leg and ass. I was averagely tall even if I was shorter than Si woo and my legs were long and slim, since I was younger, I had always been praised for having pretty long legs. Then I grabbed this loose white tank top from the pile. It was old and thin, and no matter how I pulled it up, one shoulder always slipped right back down, showing skin and collarbone. It didn’t cover all of my waist it let my hourglass body to be very visisble. I didn’t bother fixing it. Let it fall. Let it look like I didn’t care.

I walked over to the mirror slowly . I turned left, turned right, looked at myself hard. Hair sticking up ssy from sleep, eyes still red around the edges, lips swollen from biting them all night. My chest felt tight, like sothing heavy was sitting on it, making it hard to breathe normal. But I forced a smirk anyway, even if it looked fake. Yeah. This was going to piss him off in the best way. Or maybe it would get in big trouble again. Either way, today he was going to look at . No more acting like I wasn’t even in the room.

I took one last look, told myself "you can do this" under my breath, then headed downstairs. The stairs creaked a little under my feet. As soon as I got close to the bottom, the sll of coffee hit strong, fresh, the good kind Mom always made on weekends. I could hear her laughing in the kitchen, that soft happy laugh she did when Dad said sothing funny. Their voices sounded relaxed and easy, like everything was normal and perfect. Like last night never happened. Like I didn’t spend hours crying because their perfect son treated like nothing. I pushed that hurt down deep and kept walking.

I stepped into the kitchen humming so dumb song I saw on TikTok a bunch of tis. I made it loud on purpose way too loud, way too cheerful like nothing was wrong, like I hadn’t been a shaking crying ss on the floor outside his room just hours ago. "Morning everyone," I said, voice all bright and fake-sunny, like I was the happiest person in the house. I went straight to the cabinet, reached up for a mug, and on my way past the table I made sure my hip bumped the back of Si-woo’s chair. Not super hard, just enough so he felt it. A little push. A little reminder I was there.

He didn’t look up. Didn’t even move his head. His laptop was open, screen bright, sketches spread all over the table like he owned the whole kitchen. That sa focused scowl was on his face the one he always wore when he was deep in work and pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist. Pretending I didn’t exist. My stomach twisted again, but I kept the smile stuck on my face. Fine. Round one. I wasn’t backing down yet.

I grabbed the mug, set it on the counter with a small clink. The humming kept going, sa stupid song, over and over. I could feel the air in the room change just a tiny bit, like he noticed more than he wanted to admit. But he still didn’t look. Mom was at the stove doing sothing, Dad was sitting with his coffee, scrolling his phone. Nobody said anything about my shorts or my tank top slipping off my shoulder. Nobody said anything at all. It was like I was invisible again, even dressed like this.

I poured the coffee slow, black, no sugar yet. Steam ca up hot. I took a sip burned my tongue a little, but I didn’t care. I kept humming. Kept moving around the kitchen like I owned it too. Every step made the shorts ride up more. Every ti I reached for sothing, the tank slipped a bit further. I didn’t fix it. I wanted him to see. I wanted him to notice. I wanted him to stop pretending.

He still didn’t look up. His fingers tapped the keyboard fast. His jaw looked tight, but maybe that was just how he always looked when he worked. I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was I wasn’t going to stop. Not today. Not after last night. I bumped his chair again on my way back past another small hip nudge. Still nothing. Fine. I’d keep going. Round one wasn’t over yet.

I stood there for a second, mug warm in my hands, humming quieter now. My heart was beating fast. My hands shook just a little. But I kept the fake sunny voice in my head. Keep going, Ye-jun. Make him look. Make him feel sothing. Anything