The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 60

Ye Jun

The drive home felt tense. Every red light seemed to take forever. I kept touching the bottle in my pocket to make sure it was still there. It was small but it felt heavy. I pictured Si-woo bent over the toilet throwing up while I sat at his desk copying every single file he had ever made. The thought made me smile even though my hands were sweaty on the wheel. I parked the car quietly and walked inside like nothing was wrong. Mom was watching her show in the living room. She waved without looking away from the TV. Dad was already in bed snoring. The house was dark and quiet. Perfect.

I waited in my room until I heard Mom turn off the lights and go to her bedroom. Then I crept downstairs to the kitchen. First plan was simple. Si-woo always left leftover rice in the fridge from dinner. I took the bowl out. Opened the bottle carefully. One small drop went in. I stirred it with a spoon until it disappeared completely. No color change. No smell. I wrote a quick note on a sticky paper. "Ate too much. Enjoy loser." Then I left the bowl right on the counter where he would see it.

Five minutes later I heard footsteps. Si-woo came down in his sweats. Hair still wet from a shower. He saw the bowl and stopped. Read the note. Laughed once. Then shoved the whole thing away like it was trash. "Nice try. I am not touching your charity rice. Go poison someone else."

"Asshole," I said under my breath. He heard me anyway. Just smirked that annoying smirk and grabbed a protein bar from the cabinet instead. He unwrapped it and took a big bite while staring right at me. Then he walked back upstairs without another word. I stood there in the dark kitchen feeling stupid. The bottle still had plenty left but my first try failed fast.

I went back upstairs too. Waited another half hour. Heard the shower running in his bathroom. That was my second chance. I slipped into his room while the water was still going. His water bottle sat on the desk like always. Blue one with the dent on the side. I unscrewed the cap. Added three drops this time. Shook it hard. The liquid mixed in right away. I put the cap back on exactly how it was. Then I left quick before he finished.

He came out drying his hair with a towel. Grabbed the bottle without thinking. Took one sip. Made a face like he tasted dirt. "What the hell." He looked at the bottle then at the door where I was hiding in the hallway. Dumped the whole thing down his sink. Water splashed everywhere.

Slammed his door on my way out. My hands were shaking badly now. The bottle was almost empty. Only a little left at the bottom. He was still walking around fine. Still smirking. Still winning like he always did. I sat on my bed in the dark staring at that last bit of syrup. Part of me wanted to give up. Just go cut my arm again. See if the blood thing would get him hard and distracted twice. But that felt weak. He loved new stuff. New fetishes. New ways to feel gross and in control. That was the only way left.

I pulled out my phone. Thumbs moved fast. Typed "weird new fetishes guys get obsessed with fast." Scrolled down quick. Skipped all the normal ones like feet or latex or ropes. Kept going until I found it. Spit play. Swapping saliva. Deep messy kisses where you trade spit back and forth. Sometimes one person spits right in the other’s mouth. Articles said it was getting popular. People liked how nasty it felt. How close it made them. How dirty and real. Si-woo would love that. It was new. Messy. Controlling. Everything he got off on. Perfect.

I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. Took the bottle. Poured the last drops into my mouth. Swished it around with my spit until it blended and did not taste like much anymore. Then I stood up. Walked straight to his room. Did not knock. Just opened the door and shut it behind me.

He was at his desk again. Pencil moving across paper. Looked up when the door clicked. "What now? Another knife trick?"

"Nah." I stepped closer. My heart was pounding loud in my ears but my voice came out steady. "You like new shit right? I found something. Spit play. Swapping it during a kiss. Thought you might be into it since you are already a walking blood kink."

He raised an eyebrow. But I saw his shoulders change. He got interested. "You are serious."

"Dead serious." I grabbed the front of his shirt. Yanked him up from the chair before he could think too much. "Shut up and try it."

I kissed him hard. Tongue went straight in. Pushed all that mixed spit into his mouth. He made a surprised sound but kissed back right away. Greedy like he always was. Sucked on my tongue. Swapped it right back. He opened his mouth and I spat it all into his mouth as he swallowed. I kept going. Made it messy and deep. Made sure he swallowed all. His hands grabbed my waist tight. I felt him getting hard against me already. For a second it felt almost too good. The heat. The fight. The way he groaned into my mouth like he could not stop himself.

Then he pulled back fast. Eyes went wide. "Fuck wait."

He shoved me off. Stumbled to the bathroom. First heave came hard. Then another. He dropped to his knees puking everything up. Whole body shaking. Sweat popped out on his neck and forehead. "Shit my head must be the concussion they warned me about."

I stood there watching. My stomach twisted a little. He looked bad. Pale. Gasping between heaves. But mostly I felt cold and satisfied. Finally. He kept puking for what felt like forever. Coughing. Spitting. Until nothing came up anymore. I grabbed a towel from his chair. Wiped his face without talking. Helped him stand. Got him to the bed. He sat down heavy.

"Sleep it off," I muttered. "I will tell Mom you are just tired."

He mumbled something I could not hear. Eyes already closing. Then he passed out cold. Breathing slowly and even.

The second I knew he was really out I moved. Quiet but fast. Started with the desk drawers. Found nothing new. Then checked under the bed. There it was. The hidden spot. Folder with printed papers. Backup USB. I grabbed my own USB from my pocket. Plugged it into his laptop. Copied everything. Full design files. Sketches. Supplier lists. Cost breakdowns. All of it. Then I opened the main project folder. Started changing things. Messed up the later pages. Changed measurements just enough to ruin the production. Swapped fabric codes so nothing would match. Deleted the final mock-ups. Kept the front part looking clean and perfect. Let him submit half a design. Let him watch it fall apart while I took the early stuff and made it mine.

I unplugged the USB. Wiped the keyboard like in a spy movie. Put everything back exactly where it was. Heart raced so hard I heard it in my ears. But I felt proud. Really proud. For once in my life. Never felt prouder. Si-woo thought he owned this game. No. Board flipped. Checkmate asshole. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

I snuck back to my room. Shut the door soft. Sat on my bed grinning at the USB in my hand like it was the winning lottery ticket. Mom and Dad were going to look at me different now. And Si-woo? He could puke his way through tomorrow for all I cared. I won.