The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 59

Ye Jun

I stood in front of my mirror and pulled a clean black button-up shirt over my head. It was the kind that did not look like I was trying too hard but still looked okay. Then Si-woo’s voice came through the door like an alarm.

"Where the hell are you going dressed like that?"

I did not turn around. I just kept buttoning the shirt fast and angry. "Out on a date. None of your damn business."

He laughed short and sharp. He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed like he owned the whole hallway. "A date? You? With who? Your imaginary boyfriend or girlfriend ho does not know you are a walking disaster?"

"Fuck off Si-woo." I grabbed my keys from the dresser and pushed past him without looking back. "Go finish your precious sketches or whatever the hell you do when you are not being a nosy prick."

Mom was in the kitchen humming some old song. She did not even look up. Dad was still in his office working. Perfect. I slipped out the front door before anyone could ask more questions. I drove straight to Titi’s place. My heart was hammering the whole way like I had already robbed a bank.

She opened the door with chopsticks in her mouth mid-bite. Her hair was a total mess like she just got out of bed even though it was barely evening where she was. Steam from the ramen fogged up her glasses. Her eyes lit up the second she saw me. They gleamed like she lived for this kind of drama. But how could she still look so stunning and beautiful.

"Spill bitch," she said around the noodles. She waved me inside with her free hand. "You sounded crazy on the phone. Start from the blood-licking part you tried to skip over last night."

I dropped onto her couch and rubbed my face. "Okay fine. He licked the cuts. Like actually licked them. His tongue went all over my arm tasting the blood and then he just jerked off right there. He came in like thirty seconds. It was the most fucked up thing I have ever seen and I started it. Happy now?"

Titi froze with the chopsticks halfway to her mouth. Then she burst out laughing so hard she almost choked on her ramen. "He licked your blood like holy communion? That is next level fetish shit Ye Jun. Next level. I am dead. You created a monster and now you are mad he is into it? Iconic."

"Shut up, I didn’t create it," I groaned. But I was laughing too. The kind that hurts your stomach because yeah it was insane. "It is not funny. He still has the designs and I cannot even copy one line without it looking like a toddler drew it. I need to steal the whole thing properly. I need to make Mom and Dad look at me like I actually earned the managing director spot instead of just being the spare kid they stuck in the family business. I want them proud of me for once. Not him. Me."

She slurped another mouthful and nodded like her head was on a spring. "So seduce and steal. Classic. Get him distracted. Get him vulnerable. Grab the files. You already got the blood thing working. Lean into the psycho bond you two have going."

We talked for like an hour after that. I paced her tiny living room. She ate two more packets of ramen while throwing out ideas. "You could just drug him again," she said at one point. She waved her chopsticks. "Like last time. I mean the last time he did it to you. Slip something in his drink. Wait till he is loopy. Copy everything while he is out."

I stopped pacing. "It will not work. He has a freakish tolerance now. Remember the painkillers after the fall? Dude took double the dose and still sketched for three hours like nothing. He would probably just get horny or suspicious and I would be screwed."

Titi went quiet for a moment. Her chopsticks stopped halfway to her mouth. She slowly placed them down on the table. For a second she just looked at me like she was thinking very hard. Then her eyes began to narrow. I knew that look. It meant her brain had just come up with something terrible. The corner of her mouth lifted and that evil little grin spread slowly across her face.

"Okay," she said softly. "I have got something better."

I leaned forward without even realizing it. Whenever Titi said something like that it usually meant trouble. But it was the kind of trouble that somehow worked out in the end.

She tapped the table with one finger while she spoke.

"Evil as hell," she continued. "But it will knock him flat without him seeing it coming."

My heart started beating faster. I did not even know what she was about to say yet, but I could already feel the excitement building inside my chest.

Titi suddenly stood up from the chair. "Wait here."

She walked into the bathroom and started digging through her cabinet. I could hear bottles clinking together and drawers opening and closing. I sat there staring at the empty space where she had been sitting.

Part of me felt nervous. Another part of me felt excited. The kind of excited you get when you know you are about to do something stupid but you also know it will probably work.

Titi came back a moment later. She had a small brown bottle in her hand.

She set it on the table in front of me.

"Ipecac syrup," she said proudly.

I looked down at the bottle.

"Old school puke juice," she added.

I blinked. "You are serious?"

She nodded and pushed the bottle a little closer to me.

"Tasteless if you mix it right," she said. "Kicks in fast too. Makes you throw up everything for like twenty minutes straight."

I stared at the bottle again. My stomach flipped a little, but not in a bad way. It felt more like the rush you get right before you jump into cold water.

Titi leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.

"He will think it is the concussion headache acting up," she continued. "You mix it into food or a drink. He eats. Then he starts puking his guts out."

She held up a finger and smiled wider.

"While he is busy dying in the bathroom, you grab the laptop."

The plan was starting to form clearly in my mind now.

"You check everything you need," she said. "Files. Designs. Whatever you are looking for."

She snapped her fingers.

"Boom. Designs yours."

I kept staring at the bottle in silence.

For a moment I imagined the whole thing playing out. Him eating without suspecting anything. The sudden sickness. The confusion. The moment when he would be too busy dealing with that to notice anything else.

The thought made my heart beat even faster.

Finally I let out a quiet laugh.

"Holy shit," I said.

Titi lifted one eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

I picked up the bottle and turned it in my hand, reading the label even though I already believed her.

"Yeah," I said again. "I am so ready for this."

The excitement in my chest kept growing. I could already see exactly how I would do it.

"I already have the perfect idea how to get it in him without him catching on," I said.

Titi grinned like a proud villain.

"That is what I like to hear."

She pushed the bottle fully into my hand.

"Just do not fuck it up."

I carefully slipped the bottle into my pocket. It felt strangely heavy even though it was small.

For a second neither of us spoke. Then Titi stood up and walked with me to the door.

When I reached for the handle she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me into a quick hug.

Her voice was softer when she spoke.

"And Ye Jun?"

I looked down at her.

"Yeah?"

She squeezed me once before letting go.

"Start loving me for real sometime, okay?" she said. "Not just because I am your chaos supplier."

Her words caught me off guard.

For a second I did not know what to say.

Titi always joked around. She always acted like everything was a game. But right now her voice sounded honest in a quiet way that made something twist in my chest.

I pulled her back into a hug before I even thought about it.

This time I held her tighter.

"I do, idiot," I said.

The words came out more serious than I expected.

"You are the only one who gets it."

She did not say anything for a moment.

I felt her arms tighten around my back.

"For real," I added quietly.

Because it was true.

No one else understood the mess inside my head the way she did. No one else listened to my crazy ideas without judging me. No one else helped me turn those ideas into plans.

Titi finally pulled back and looked up at me again.

The evil grin was slowly coming back.

"Good," she said.

Then she pointed toward the door.

"Now go cause problems."

I laughed and shook my head.

"Always."

I stepped out into the hallway with the small brown bottle in my pocket and my heart still beating fast.

The plan was set now.

All I had to do was make it happen.