The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 35

Ye jun

I decided right then I was gonna be good enough, better than good, turn this around so Si-woo was the one losing his mind next time. Grabbed my keys, snuck out the side door so I didn’t run into anyone, drove to the market a few blocks away. Picked the biggest eggplant and cucumber they had, trying to act normal when the old lady at the stall smiled "cooking something special tonight?" I forced a laugh, "yeah, stir fry, super special," but inside I was dying, "yeah special, shoving these up my ass to get ready for revenge, totally normal shopping list." Paid fast, walked home with the bag feeling like it weighed a ton, cheeks burning the whole way. I couldn’t use the one kom had stuffed in the fridge.

Back in my room, door locked, curtains pulled, I laid everything out on the bed, got the lube from the drawer, stripped naked again, got on all fours and started. "Okay, slowly , don’t be a wimp," I muttered to myself, lubed the cucumber first, smaller end, pressed it against my hole and pushed, gasping "fuck, cold, breathe Ye-jun, you can take it." It burned a little going in but I kept going, in and out slow, stretching, moaning under my breath at first then louder, practicing, "ahh yeah, like that, harder," then switching to the eggplant for bigger stretch, legs shaking, "oh god, Si-woo would love this view but fuck him, I’m doing this for me now." I fingered myself too, three fingers deep, rubbing that spot till my arms gave out, practicing different moans, high ones, low growly ones, "fuck me like you own me, please, don’t stop," then laughing l through it, "yeah right, like I’d ever beg again, but for the plan it’s perfect."

I grabbed my phone and propped it up on the pillow. The room felt too quiet, so I turned on gay porn and started scrolling through lots of videos. I talked out loud the whole time, like I was giving lessons to myself. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"This guy’s taking it too fast. Relax your hips more. Yeah, like that." I switched to some steamy Thai shows. There was this one scene where the bottom was riding on top, looking like he was in full control. "Hip roll, keep eye contact, make him weak. I’m copying that move next time."

Then I found American gay shows with those hot shower scenes. Water running everywhere, bodies close. "Learn the grip. Hold the headboard like that. Tight. Good."

I kept watching and learned three big things that stuck in my head.

First, how to milk the prostate the right way. You press up inside and circle slow until the legs start shaking. "Next time I do that to him, I’ll keep going till he cries from how good it feels."

Second, edging techniques from the longer videos. You bring yourself right to the edge, so close you almost finish, then you stop. Over and over. "I’m going to make him wait hours like he made me wait. Perfect payback. He’ll beg."

Third, dirty talk that actually sounds hot and real. Lines like "You’re mine now, beg for it, daddy," or "Fill me up and watch me take every drop." I practiced saying them out loud while I rode the cucumber. At first my voice sounded shy and shaky. But the more I said them, the steadier it got. Meaner. Stronger. Like I really meant it.

I kept going, moving my hips in the rhythm I saw in the videos. Slow circles, then faster rolls. The cucumber felt thick and cool at first, but it warmed up quick. Every time I pushed down, I said one of the lines louder. "That’s it, take it all for me." My breathing got heavy. Sweat started on my back. The phone screen glowed bright in the dark room, showing sweaty bodies, moans, hands gripping hard.

I edged myself three times. Each time I got so close my toes curled and my stomach tightened. Then I stopped, breathing hard, waiting till the feeling backed off. It made everything feel sharper, hungrier.

By the end, my voice wasn’t nervous anymore. It was low and sure. I looked at myself in the dark reflection of the phone screen flushed cheeks, messy hair, eyes bright. I felt different. Not just turned on. Powerful. Like I had learned secrets and now I knew exactly what to do with them next time we were together.

I turned off the phone, heart still racing, body buzzing. The room wasn’t quiet anymore. My own dirty words still echoed in my head, ready to come out for real.

Hours went by, I was sore as hell but feeling powerful, switching between the veggies and my fingers, moaning different ways, watching more clips, laughing at the bad acting sometimes "this guy’s faking it so hard, come on," then getting serious again when the sadness tried to creep back in. "I wanted him to fall for me normally , dates and kisses and all that crap, not this revenge training with vegetables in my ass, but he ruined it, my heart’s still heavy as fuck, like someone sat on it, but I’m not stopping, I’m gonna make him pay and maybe, just maybe, make him love me after so he never forgets what he did." Tears pricked again while I was mid-thrust but I wiped them fast, kept going, "no more crying, Ye-jun, you’re ready now."

By the time the sun went down I was cleaned up, veggies hidden in the back of my closet, body aching but my head clear. I lay on the bed in fresh clothes, staring at the ceiling, heart still heavy but the anger hotter. Si-woo was gonna come knocking soon, probably with that smirk, and I’d start slowly , seduce him right back, make him fall so deep he forgets his own name, then flip it and watch him break like I did in that shower. "Your move next, asshole," I whispered, smirking even though my chest hurt. "But this time I’m in control."

I heard his footsteps in the hall, I sat up slowly , looking him right in the eyes, already planning every moan, every touch, every second until he was the one on his knees begging.