Smoke Me.

Chapter 33: Test Me

Gaslight.

"You like it?"

"I don't know...I...mm..."

"You like it," I concluded, grinning like an idiot.

But is it really gaslight if it's an unconscious process of forcing your wishes onto someone else?

What I meant to say was: I want you to like it.

"Will you stop drinking already? The exam's tomorrow."

"I thought you said we can't leave."

"No. I told you that if he's not back until tomorrow another guy will replace me."

"Who?"

"I've got no idea."

"When will he arrive?"

"Zero clue. Don't care. Just spread your legs wider."

"Ah! There."

"Did I hit it?"

"I think so...It feels like something's there..."

My fingers kept feeling around it. And then I hit it again and again.

He finally let the wine glass down only to go for his now erect cock, but I slapped it away with the hand that was not in his ass.

"Did I tell you that you can cum?"

"Oh come on. It feels good."

"I thought you were in unbearable pain."

"I was, but that doesn't hurt...that ah...."

"And I just wanted to see..."

"Ah!"

"How you'd react if I kept..."

"Ahhh..."

"Hitting it."

"You must be joahh..."

He turned around, trying to crawl away.

I caught his ankle and pulled him back. Didn't even bother to pin him down before I shoved two fingers back in to hit the same spot again.

"Cruel." He moaned out.

"Me? You're the one who got horny while I was trying to massage the pain away."

"It's the wine."

"Oh, it's not me? It's the wine? Fine then."

I pulled my fingers out and slapped his ass once before pulling the pants up as well.

"Go finish yourself off alone in the bathroom if you only like masturbating. Finish on the dead guy too, while you're at it."

"I didn't say that..." He mumbled, pouting.

"I need to let Mona out. She might be dead for all we know."

"Don't say that!"

He wobbled out of the room, holding himself up by the wall with a hard-on between his legs.

I swallowed dryly.

In less than five minutes, Mona was eating a raw lemon watching Jungkook sipping wine on the couch. I was on the floor, back against the door that I swore I'd never touch again after this was over.

"Do you think drinking alcohol is a smart idea?" She asked him.

"Why?" He asked in an almost childlike tone.

"Aren't you underage?"

"Aren't you having heroin withdrawals?" He bit back way more coherently. And both she and I were too surprised by the unexpected bluntness to react.