One in The Chamber

Receiving a video message from Haseul was like spinning a roulette wheel. Sometimes you’d get her giggling in an oversized hoodie, babbling about a stray cat she saw. Sometimes… you’d get something that made you seriously consider installing parental locks on your own phone.

So when her name popped up with a video attachment, you didn’t open it right away. Not because you weren’t curious—because you were. Too curious. And you knew better than to let her catch you in a vulnerable moment.

Two hours later, in the middle of switching laundry loads, you finally gave in.

The video started innocently enough: Haseul with messy bed hair, her eyes half-lidded, wearing a shirt that looked a suspicious amount like one of yours. She smiled—sweet, almost shy—before holding up a small plush duck to the camera and making it “kiss” the lens. You exhaled, thinking, Okay, safe territory.

Then she reached up, gathering her hair into a ponytail.

Her fingers slid through the strands slowly, deliberately, her gaze never leaving yours. The smile faded into something subtler, heavier. When she tilted her chin up to secure the tie, you caught a glimpse of the curve of her neck, the faint shadow along her collarbone. The change was so sudden—like flipping a switch from Disney to late-night cable—you nearly dropped your phone.

You slammed the screen off before she could finish. Back to laundry. Focus.

A few minutes later, her ridiculous custom ringtone filled the room—her deliberately over-the-top rendition of “Gangnam Style.” You rolled your eyes but answered.

“Hey—”

“Baaaabe,” she drawled in that syrupy, whiny voice. “Why didn’t you say anything nice about my video?”

You tried to keep your tone even. “Because I was folding towels and trying not to die?”

She gasped, feigning offense. “You didn’t even comment on my duck! It was so cute.”

“Oh, the duck was cute,” you agreed. “Right up until you decided to emotionally assassinate me with your hair trick.”

“That wasn’t a trick,” she said, her voice dipping into a lower, almost purring register. “That was a gift.”

You laughed, shaking your head even though she couldn’t see it. “You make me want to do evil things to you, woman.”

Silence—then that giggle, the one that was half-sunshine, half-sin. “Good. That means it’s working.”

“When I get back in our apartment you’d better not be all talk,” you say,

Haseul giggled and said, “only one way to find out,” before hanging up on you. 

You groan as she used the bed room tone she mastered leaving you hard at only her words.

“I’m gonna fuck her stupid,” you growl furious

Somehow though you are able to finish the laundry and forget about your minx of a girlfriend for the time being. 

You carry the various baskets back to your apartment and open it. You take off your sandles as you try to make sure none of the last hour and half of laundry work doesn’t get undone because it fell to the floor outside.

The smell of Haseul hits you instantly.

Her slutty cinnamon perfume fills your nostrils and reminds you of her little stunt. You set the basket down by the couch and go to the bedroom.

Haseul awaits you on the bed in lacy lingerie that hugs her curves and has you salivating. Her hands gently massage her clit. as she moans your name over and over,”

You don’t even try to tease her. You walk up to Haseul and grab her waist thick thighs pulling her towards you.