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I was in class, determined to confess to Jimin everything that had happened since the pact I had made with the devil, Taehyung. But I didn't understand why Taehyung had called me to the worship house.

As my friend Minji returned from her holiday, concern etched across her face, she approached me with a gentle inquiry. "Lisa, what happened? Why are you so upset?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine care.

I mustered a weak smile, attempting to brush off her concern. "Nothing, it's just... I feel really tired," I replied, my words barely masking the turmoil within.

But Minji wasn't convinced by my feeble attempt to deflect. "Don't worry, I'm here for you. If you want to talk, just know that I'm all ears," she reassured me, her unwavering support offering a glimmer of comfort amidst the darkness of my despair.

As it was break time, I walked resolutely to my class, more confident than ever. Just as I was about to cross the threshold, the girls who had attacked me a few days ago came running toward me.

The leader of the gang, Soojin, kneeled before me, out of breath.

"Lisa! Please forgive me for what I did to you! But I beg you, make sure it doesn't kill me!"

"What?" I said, bewildered.

"Lisa, forgive me!" she yelled, crying in desperation. When she looked up, I saw pure terror in her eyes, so strong that it frightened me.

"Wait a second," I said, trying to calm her down.

"What happened to her?" A thought suddenly flashed in my head. "Could it be Taehyung?"

"Okay, enough, get up, and please, we need to treat each other with kindness, okay?" I said firmly. They nodded, still shaken, as I walked away from them and headed to the worship house.

I heard the voices of the two boys from outside the worship house, even though they were speaking in regular tones. I opened the door and saw them.

"Jimin!" I called out as I rushed towards them, noticing the tension in the air.

"What the hell is Taehyung doing here?" I wondered, feeling a mix of confusion and anger.

Taehyung turned to me with a smirk. "Lisa, just in time," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Jimin looked at me with a mix of relief and guilt. "Lisa, I..."

"Stop," I interrupted, feeling overwhelmed. "What is going on here?"

Taehyung stepped closer to me, his eyes dark and intense. "Just a little chat with Jimin. It seems he needs a reminder of the consequences of hurting you."

"Taehyung, this isn't your fight," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Fury surged through me as Taehyung materialized behind me. Without a shred of decency, his iron grip clamped onto my arm, the force of it dragging me towards Jimin.

"Perfect timing, little sister," Taehyung purred, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Now Jimin can finally see the truth."

Dread coiled tighter in my stomach as Taehyung's practiced fingers imbued with a sickening casualness, began undoing the buttons of my blouse. Panic clawed at my throat.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I snarled, my voice laced with desperate defiance. Humiliation burned my cheeks, a tide of heat threatening to consume me whole.

Across from us, Jimin's face contorted into a mask of rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "Taehyung, stop it! She is your sister, and you are undressing her in front of me!" he bellowed, the force of his command echoing in the tense silence.

With a sickening rip, the last button gave way, exposing the lacy confines of my bra. Shame washed over me, leaving me feeling raw and vulnerable, stripped of any semblance of dignity.

Taehyung, his expression a chilling mockery of concern, gestured toward the angry welts marring my exposed skin.

"See this, Jimin? Bruises. And do you know who inflicted them? Those precious little girls you've been so determined to defend." His voice, though deceptively calm, held a dangerous edge, like a predator playing with its prey.

"They abuse her, Jimin. With the sole intention of inflicting pain. And if Lisa retaliated, it was only in self-defense."

The sincerity in his voice was so perfectly crafted, so utterly believable, that a sliver of doubt wormed its way into my mind.

My heart raced, caught in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. I wanted to believe Jimin, to trust his instincts over Taehyung's twisted reasoning, but the venom in Taehyung's words dripped with a truth I couldn't fully dismiss.

"And to think," Taehyung spat, his voice trembling with righteous fury, "you call yourself a believer in God! You can't even pierce the veil of appearances to see the truth!"

I felt the weight of their conflict suffocating me, my heart pounding in my ears as I struggled to reclaim my agency.

"Taehyung, you don't have to do this," I pleaded, my voice a fragile whisper against the tide of chaos. "You don't have to hurt me to make your point."

He chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Hurt you? No, my dear sister, I'm simply showing you how the world truly works. You're too naive to see it."

My body reacted instinctively, pulling away from his touch, but he followed, a predator savoring the chase. "What's the matter? Afraid of a little truth?"

"Stop it!" Jimin shouted, stepping forward, a wall of anger and protection between me and Taehyung. "You're twisting everything to suit your narrative! Lisa doesn't deserve this!"

The force of my words seemed to momentarily stun Taehyung. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes before he released his hold and, with a semblance of decency returning to his actions, pulled my blouse back together.

"At least," he drawled, his voice laced with chilling nonchalance, "you think you can apologize to her, don't you?"

The slam of the Worship House door echoed behind him, leaving me reeling with the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me.

Before I could even process the encounter, I was enveloped in a warm embrace. Jimin's arms tightened around me, offering the comfort I desperately craved.

"Lisa," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea my words would hurt you so much. It wasn't that I didn't want to believe you; it's just that."

His voice trailed off, searching for the right words. "I just wanted you to tell me the truth."

But even within the haven of Jimin's embrace, my mind remained a battlefield. Taehyung's voice, laced with a sickening sweetness, echoed in my head: "Well, now I want to have some fun with you."

A frantic denial rose in my throat. "It wasn't that!" I countered, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Of course not. Today I won't go beyond this point."

Those justifications, twisted and manipulative, gnawed at me. But a deeper truth, a truth that defied logic, flickered to life.

That wasn't it! He wanted to take off my uniform a bit just to show Jimin the bruises and prove I was only defending myself. He wanted...

The word hung heavy in the air, a question mark with terrifying implications. "To protect me?"

The thought was absurd, yet it refused to be silenced. It clashed with everything I knew about Taehyung, about his manipulative nature.

Why now? I cried out, the question a desperate plea for clarity.

Why now, when I'm finally safe in Jimin's arms, can't I stop thinking about him? Even if he's a devil, he's the one who helped me, and now I can't let it go.

The confusion was a tangled mess, a knot of fear, betrayal, and a flicker of something I couldn't quite grasp. It was a truth I desperately needed to untangle, but for now, it remained a chilling mystery.

"Lisa?" Jimin called after me, his voice laced with concern.

I hesitated, my mind still swirling in the aftermath of Taehyung's confusing actions. "I think I should get back to class," I stammered, the uncertainty in my voice mirroring the turmoil within.

His embrace loosened, and I felt a pang of loss as his warmth receded. Even now, my heart thumped a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Turning, I took a step towards the door, but Jimin's voice stopped me cold. "Lisa," he said, his tone serious, "you'd better stay away from Taehyung."

I whirled around, surprise etching across my features. He was staring intently at me, his jaw clenched tight. But then, just as abruptly, he shook his head, his expression changing.

"Forget it," he muttered, waving a dismissive hand. "Pay no attention to me."

There was something off about his sudden shift—a hidden message veiled in his words. The warning had been clear, yet he retracted it with a casualness that felt forced.

It only added another layer to the tangled web of confusion ensnaring me.

As I strolled down the corridor, a whirlwind of mixed emotions churned within me, all centered around the pressing need to find Taehyung and speak with him.

My mind echoed with a familiar mantra: "He's a lunatic. He changes his mind at any moment, so he might as well; after all, trying doesn't hurt."

The last time this thought crossed my mind, I was clutching a book of magical rites, teetering on the edge of summoning the Devil himself. "Okay, maybe it depends on what you're trying to do," I reasoned with myself.

Amidst my internal dialogue, I was abruptly jolted by suspicious moans emanating from a concealed corner of the corridor.

"But then you look at these rude ones; start doing certain things in the corridors," I muttered, my curiosity overriding my better judgment. Despite my brain's protests, my legs propelled me toward the source of the sound, almost causing me to stumble.

In the dimly lit corner, I beheld a scene that ignited a storm of intense emotions within me.

Soojin, the same girl who had assaulted me just day prior, was pressed against the wall, her legs entwined around Taehyung's back.

Taehyung, in turn, supported her weight with his hands firmly gripping her buttocks, leaving a trail of passionate hickeys along her neck.

My gaze locked with Taehyung's, a myriad of unspoken words passing between us in that charged moment.

Anger, betrayal, and hurt simmered beneath the surface, yet a flicker of longing and desire remained.

The sound of my heart hitting the ground echoed softly, yet it felt like a deafening thud in the silence of that moment.

Taehyung's attention diverted from Soojin's neck, his gaze piercing into mine as he spoke with a mocking tone.

"Hey Sister, don't you know it's rude to stare?" With a careless gesture, he let Soojin drop to the ground before sauntering away, leaving me behind in a whirlwind of confusion and pain.

As he disappeared down the hall, a searing ache consumed my chest as if invisible hands were squeezing my heart, suffocating me with each breath.

It was a pain unlike any I had ever experienced, poisoning my mind and soul with a toxic mixture of anger and helplessness.

"Why? Why am I feeling this? Why am I suffering so much?" The questions echoed in my mind, unanswered and relentless.

And then, as if to add insult to injury, Soojin approached me with words that cut deeper than any blade. "Well, I'm happy you forgive us, but I like your brother now. He and I are together, boyfriend and girlfriend."

Her words pierced through me, shattering the last remnants of hope and understanding.

Betrayal and heartbreak mingled with the overwhelming sense of loss, leaving me standing there, broken and alone, in the wake of their callous actions.

As she said to me. "Don't you congratulate me?" I smiled and said. "I am happy for you.".

As I trudged to my class, the weight of betrayal and heartache hung heavy upon my shoulders. The lessons passed by in a blur, each one blending into the next without registering in my consciousness.

Despite my efforts to focus, the pain in my chest refused to dissipate, a constant reminder of the turmoil raging within me.

With each passing moment, the ache seemed to deepen, seeping into every fiber of my being and clouding my thoughts.

I felt as though I were drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to find solid ground amidst the turbulent waves.

And so I soldiered on, navigating through the day with a heavy heart, longing for the solace that seemed forever out of reach.

FEW MINUTE BEFORE

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As I exited the worship house and made my way down the corridor, I noticed Soojin briskly striding towards class, her friends struggling to keep pace with her.

"Soojin! Wait, Soojin!" exclaimed Nayeon, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Don't be foolish! It's no coincidence that we all had the same dream!" Soojin retorted, her tone sharp with conviction.

"It's best to steer clear of Jimin and Lisa!" urged Yujin.

Soojin halted abruptly, her gaze flashing with irritation as she turned to face her companions.

"Cowardly! What do you believe? That I'll abandon Jimin just because we had a shared nightmare? Forget it! I'll never give him up!" Soojin growled, her agitation palpable, causing her luscious golden curls to flutter slightly.

"But remember what he said! If we approach Lisa..." Yujin interjected.

"I don't need to resort to violence again. I'm the most desired girl in the institute; my charm is sufficient to make advances."

Soojin declared, rolling a curl around her finger. "Besides, only one of us can be his girlfriend, so if you back down, all the better for me!".

As two friends left there as she turned the corner of the corridor, my gaze fell upon her, leaning against the blue wall, unmoving, like a predator awaiting its prey. When our eyes met, a flicker of ambiguity danced in my orbs.

"Hello, Soojin," I greeted her, my tone persuasive, before detaching myself from the wall and advancing towards her with predatory intent.

"Hi, Lim," she purred, her voice like that of a cat.

I reached for her wrist, my touch gentle yet possessive, uncertain if she would resist.

Fear gripped her, her instincts screaming for her to escape, as if some primal knowledge ingrained in her genes recognized the being before her.

Still, she remained rooted to the spot, her brown eyes locking with mine, drowning in the depths of my gaze, clouding her mind.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, my words laced with desire, my emotions swirling with intensity as I awaited her response.

As I toyed with her emotions, I watched a soft blush spread across her cheeks, her embarrassment shining like a beacon.

"I mean, Taehyung Lim, did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?" She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

The words floated through the air, but I could easily grasp her thoughts, reading the chaotic mix of surprise and longing swirling within her.

I leaned closer, enjoying the way her pulse quickened under my gaze, each beat echoing the growing attraction I inspired.

"Yes, I did," I replied, my voice low and teasing, the corners of my mouth curling into a charming smile. "And you should feel honored. Not many have caught my eye."

Her eyes widened, reflecting disbelief and an undeniable spark of excitement. The mere thought of my interest sent her heart racing, and I could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin.

She fidgeted, a nervous energy bubbling within her as she tried to process my words. The way she bit her lip, her gaze darting away and then back to me, made it clear: I had her completely under my charm.

"You're... You're joking, right?" She stammered, her voice trembling slightly as if she feared the truth of my statement.

Yet deep down, I knew she wanted to believe me. I could see it in her eyes—the glimmer of hope, the flicker of disbelief, and the underlying desire that made her almost dizzy with anticipation.

"No joke," I said, my tone playfully serious. "You're special, and I don't just say that to anyone."

She looked at me, her expression a mix of confusion and fascination. "But Taehyung Lim... He never shows interest in anyone."

She breathed, her thoughts racing as she struggled to reconcile the reality before her with the image she had of me. "And you're... the most desirable boy in college."

The weight of my charm wrapped around her like a silken thread, drawing her closer and binding her to me. I could see how captivated she was becoming, each passing moment amplifying her desire.

The air between us cracked with a magnetic tension, a silent promise that pulled at her heartstrings.

"Maybe I've been waiting for someone who truly deserves my attention," I said, leaning back slightly to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes sparkled with wonder, and the blush deepened on her cheeks. I could practically see the thoughts swirling in her mind: *Is this real? Could I be the one he chose?*

She blinked, trying to find her voice, but all that came out was a soft, "Wow." That single word was heavy with the weight of her emotions, and I reveled in the effect I had on her.

"Wow, indeed," I replied, the corners of my lips turning up into a confident smirk. "You've captured my attention, and I don't intend to let go anytime soon."

Her heart raced, and I could feel the pull of her desire wrapping around me like a warm embrace. At that moment, I knew I had her exactly where I wanted her—crazy for my charm, wrapped in a haze of confusion and excitement, ready to dive deeper into the intoxicating game I had begun.

"Are you ready to take a chance on us?" I asked, my tone inviting yet teasing.

The uncertainty in her eyes only fueled my confidence, knowing that with a little more coaxing, I could make her believe that this was more than just a fleeting whim.

Her breath hitched, and I could see the internal struggle reflected in her expression. The balance of power was shifting, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the control I wielded over her heart.

"I think I am," she finally whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.

I smiled, knowing I had cast my spell. "Then let the fun begin," I murmured, the words dripping with promise as I leaned closer, ready to pull her further into my world.

She nodded as I took hold of her, my grip firm yet gentle. "Nice choice, but I don't want you to bully Lisa again for Jimin. I know you did it for him," I stated, my tone serious.

Her expression shifted to one of fear, her voice trembling as she replied, "How do you know?"

I chuckled softly, reassuringly, and replied, "It doesn't matter how I know, but what matters is that you should never do that again." She nodded in understanding.

I hold her closer as Soojin's legs were tightly entwined around my back, her body pressing against mine as I held her close.

My hands gripped her firmly, supporting her weight as I traced a path of heated kisses along her neck.

The taste of her skin, the way she gasped softly at each hickey I left, sent a surge of desire through her.

I couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction as suddenly I caught Lisa's gaze lingering on Soojin and me. "Hey Sister, don't you know it's rude to stare?"

With a careless gesture, I let Soojin drop to the ground before sauntering away, leaving her behind in a whirlwind of confusion and pain.

Her jealousy was palpable, almost intoxicating. It was like a game to me, knowing that I had the power to evoke such strong emotions in her.

As Soojin quipped about Lisa's staring, I couldn't resist a smirk, reveling in the moment. But as I walked away, I knew I was playing with fire, toying with Lisa's feelings like this. Yet the thrill of it all was irresistible.

Deep down, I knew I shouldn't enjoy seeing her in pain, but there was something undeniably thrilling about it. It was a dangerous game, and I was all too eager to play.

As I entered the classroom, after a while Soojin followed suit and settled beside me, her presence a constant distraction.

I noticed Lisa entering the room, and taking a seat with her friend Minji. The tension between us was palpable—a silent exchange of unspoken words.

Soojin's voice pierced through the quiet, her words laced with arrogance. "I can't believe we're together," she remarked, a smirk playing on her lips.

I shot her a warning glance, my expression stern. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Behave in class," I cautioned, trying to suppress the irritation bubbling within me.

But then she asked the unexpected, her request catching me off guard. "Can we go on a date, Taehyung?" she inquired, her eyes searching mine.

I hesitated for a moment, weighing my response before conceding, "Yes, we can go out. But know this—I expect more than just a casual outing."

Her expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing in her eyes. "I would love to, after college, okay? Meet me outside," she suggested eagerly. I nodded in agreement, the anticipation building with each passing moment.

As the class commenced, time seemed to drag on, every minute an eternity until finally, the bell signaled the end of the session.

The classroom emptied, the chatter of students filling the corridor as they made their way home. I felt the weight of the moment, the vibrant energy around us, a stark contrast to the tension that simmered beneath my surface.

As I gathered my belongings, I caught sight of Lisa approaching, her presence a bittersweet reminder of what I both craved and feared.

"Let's go home," she proposed softly, her voice laced with a longing that made my heart clench. Her eyes searched mine, and for a brief moment, I could see the hope flickering there, desperate and vulnerable.

But I couldn't afford to give in—not now, not after everything that had happened.

I met her gaze, desperately trying to mask the turmoil that roiled within me. "I'm busy. I'll catch up with you later. You can go ahead," I replied coldly, my words a sharp contrast to the ache that gnawed at my heart.

I could see the disappointment flicker across her face, but I steeled myself against it. This was for the best.

She frowned, taking a step closer. "Where are you going, Taehyung?"

I hesitated for a moment, irritation bubbling up. Did it matter? I had already solved her problem; she had Jimin now.

"Does it matter?" I snapped, forcing the words out with a chill that could have frozen the air between us. "I solved your problem, so now go to Jimin. Don't bother me."

As I spoke, I reveled in the pain I saw flash across her features. Jealousy mixed with hurt swirled in her eyes, and I found an unsettling satisfaction in knowing that I could affect her like this.

With a cold heart, I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way out, leaving Lisa behind unwilling to linger in the aftermath of my words, but I could still feel her gaze boring into my back.

I walked down the corridor, the laughter and chatter of other students fading away, leaving only the echo of

As Lisa caught up to me, her presence a welcome relief from the swirling turmoil of my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the deception I was about to enact.

With Soojin waiting expectantly outside the college, I felt a familiar sense of purpose course through me. It was time to set my plan in motion, and I relished the anticipation of the chaos that would soon unfold.

As we approached, Soojin's eager expression only fueled my determination. "Let's go," she said, her voice laced with excitement.

I nodded, maintaining an impassive facade as we made our way to her car. Her enthusiasm was a mere backdrop to my cold resolve.

The drive to the hotel was a blur of motion, the air thick with unspoken tension. I glanced at the road ahead, thoughts swirling like smoke in my mind.

My intentions were clear; they shimmered in the recesses of my consciousness like a dark promise. This was a game, and I was the one holding the cards.

Arriving at the hotel, I stepped out with a practiced nonchalance, each footfall echoing the certainty of my actions.

As we checked in and received the key to our room, I felt an undeniable thrill rise within me—a spark of delight at the manipulation I was about to execute.

Guiding Soojin down the dimly lit corridor, I pushed aside any lingering doubts. I had no use for hesitation. As I opened the door to our room, I ushered her inside, the atmosphere thick with impending fate.

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned my power, rendering her unconscious and laying her gently on the bed. I glanced down at her, a mere pawn in my game, her fake innocence an afterthought.

There was no guilt to weigh me down; only the cold satisfaction of control.

From the shadows, I called forth an incubus from the depths of hell, relishing the dark energy that surged around me.

He kneeled before me, a creature forged in shadows. "My Lord, what can I do for you?" His voice was smooth, filled with eager anticipation.

"It's your time to enjoy, take my shape, and fuck this bitch," I commanded, my tone devoid of emotion. I watched with dispassionate interest, like a spectator at a performance.

The incubus morphed into my likeness, a twisted reflection of myself, ready to carry out my bidding. I stood by, a cold observer of the unfolding scene, my heart untouched by the betrayal brewing in the air.

I had summoned this moment, orchestrated it with precision, and now it was playing out exactly as I intended.

The thrill of power surged through me, eclipsing any notion of conscience. I did not need remorse; the excitement of manipulation eclipsed any lingering humanity.

As the incubus moved to enact my plan, I embraced the darkness that surrounded me, knowing full well the consequences would be nothing more than collateral damage in my pursuit of dominance.

In that moment, I stood at the precipice, fully aware of the chaos I had unleashed. The shadows whispered promises of control and superiority, and I welcomed them, an unfeeling king surveying his domain.

The world beyond this room was irrelevant; my focus remained on the game, the satisfaction of bending wills to my own, and the dark allure of absolute power.

As the incubus moved to Soojin's side, a calculated smirk crossed my lips. He began to carry out my orders, seamlessly slipping into the role I had designed for him.

The illusion of me would play out perfectly; she would never suspect the truth.

I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold before me with an air of satisfaction. Soojin lay on the bed, her unconscious form oblivious to the betrayal that surrounded her.

The air was thick with tension, and the flickering candlelight cast long shadows that danced ominously across the walls, reflecting the darkness of my intentions.

The incubus leaned down, whispering sweet nothings that echoed in the silence. I couldn't help but admire the way he mirrored my every gesture, a reflection of my desires twisted into something unrecognizable.

His voice was smooth, an enticing melody that filled the room, each word a thread woven into the web of deception.

I felt no remorse as I observed. There was a thrill in controlling fate itself, a satisfaction that thrummed just beneath my skin.

This was my domain—every action within it was meticulously orchestrated to serve my purpose. Soojin was just another pawn, and I was the master of this dark game.

As the incubus continued his task, I found myself contemplating the ripple effects of my actions.

At this moment, I was untouchable, a king among mortals, wielding power over their lives with a mere flick of my wrist.

The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through me, a dark delight in the chaos I was capable of creating, and Lisa thought she could stay away from me; she was a fool.

But even as I reveled in my power, I knew that such dominance came with a price. The world beyond this room buzzed with uncertainty, and I did not doubt that my actions would eventually lead to repercussions.

Yet, that was the beauty of it. The consequences were of no concern to me; they would serve only to elevate my status in the eyes of the darkness I commanded.

With each passing moment, I felt the boundaries of my ambition stretch further. I was not just a king of hell.

I was a puppet master, pulling strings and weaving fate to my liking. I had entered into a contract of manipulation, and there was no turning back.

The room grew silent, save for the soft rustling of sheets and the low murmurs of the incubus as he continued to play his part.

I took a step closer, intrigued by the scene before me. My heart remained untouched, yet a sense of triumph washed over me as I envisioned the aftermath.

I imagined the chaos that would ensue once Soojin regained consciousness, her memories distorted by the machinations of my incubus.

It was a thrilling prospect, one that filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I had set this in motion, and the storm that would follow would be a testament to my power.

"Let the games begin," I murmured to myself, the words a low, sinister whisper as I reveled in the unfolding drama.

This was just the beginning; the true test of my strength lay ahead. With a final glance at Soojin's still form, I turned to leave, confident that the shadows would carry out my will in ways I could only begin to imagine.

As the door closed behind me, I felt a surge of exhaustion pulse through my veins. I stepped into the dimly lit corridor, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth.

The world outside awaited, ripe for the taking. I was a king—untouchable, unfeeling, and utterly in control.