episode_0015

“It’s because I don’t have a boyfriend…. Once I get a boyfriend, I’ll also….”

Hong Doha initially thought the reason she had changed so much was the absence of a lover. It was half right and half wrong.

Even as she became tainted by lust, she didn’t want to meet men casually. The man she desired was someone handsome, gentle, and someone she could fully trust and rely on.

The reason she preferred handsome men was entirely because of Doyun.

However, to such innocent men, Doha was already a flower on a cliff. Every time she returned from school, she repeatedly felt regret.

“That person earlier seemed to recognize me…. If only I had spoken to him first….”

When it came to love and dating the opposite sex, Doha herself was purer than anyone. She also lacked experience, so she couldn’t muster the courage.

As she began to relieve all her regret and self-reproach through masturbation, her body gradually became one that couldn’t help but seek greater pleasure.

Her desire for exposure also increased as much as her inability to control her sexual urges.

Doha had already tried exposing herself even when exercising with her younger brother, Doyun. She made Doyun run behind her, while she herself ran along a deserted walking path, freely baring her breasts.

It was the first sense of liberation she had felt since she started exposure masturbation. Doyun was following her, but he didn’t notice anything.

Just the thought of possibly being caught by her younger brother sent shivers down her spine, and clear fluid flowed from her vagina, quickly dampening the front of her shorts.

But since it was already late at night, Doyun couldn’t properly discern his sister’s state. That day, Doha sat in the bathtub, recalling what had happened earlier and pleasuring herself.

The first outdoor exposure she attempted was exhilarating. Surprisingly, she felt that it wouldn’t matter much even if her brother caught her.

Would he despise her if he knew his sister was this kind of woman…? No, Doyun is kind. He could like even this kind of sister, right? He could understand a sister without a boyfriend pathetically taking nude photos and wandering around, right…?

“Gasping, groaning—.”

She barely managed to cover her mouth, stopping the moans that were about to burst out. Once the excitement subsided, guilt washed over her, but it was only for a moment.

She used Doyun as a tool to experience greater pleasure.

In the late hours of the morning, she would masturbate next to him as he slept, and sometimes, after sucking his finger, she would deeply insert it into her vagina.

Since it was the first time someone else’s finger had entered her, Doha repeatedly climaxed, dampening the blanket, and then ran out of the room.

She couldn’t believe that she was such a lewd woman. She even thought that perhaps the absence of a boyfriend wasn’t the cause after all.

As soon as the thought occurred to her that her sexual desires, which had merely been submerged beneath the surface, were finally revealing themselves, Doha’s actions became even bolder.

She even stopped exercising with Doyun and secretly slipped out of the house at night.

Doha walked around the city wearing nothing underneath but a cropped hoodie. Occasionally, people recognized her as an influencer. They were mostly men in their twenties.

“Oh…? Aren’t you Dohaha-nim? The one who exercises….”

“Oh, yes, yes? …That’s right.”

She hesitated, putting distance between them, in case her follower might glimpse inside her hoodie.

“You’re shyer than you look. Could I possibly get one photo?”

“Today is a bit… difficult. I’m sorry.”

The follower looked at her with a somewhat disappointed expression. He had seen them countless times through her uploaded posts, but in person, her breasts were even more devastating.

…But why does the inside of her outerwear seem to be jiggling like that? It feels like the inside of her hoodie is empty……. Is she wearing something with a deeply cut neckline…?

Doha gave off an inexplicably lewd aura. She quickly bowed her head to apologize and then left.

“………!”

The follower saw Doha at the moment she bowed her head. It wasn’t a mistake. She wasn’t wearing the inner layer or underwear she should have been.

Her breasts were too large to reveal her vital parts, but he instinctively knew.

Is it her boyfriend…? If he could make her do something like this, he must be an incredible alpha male, surely.

Still, he was satisfied just by having been able to meet Doha in person. He was a good follower.

Meanwhile, back home, Doha couldn’t control her pounding heart. She had never imagined that someone would recognize her on the street, especially at night.

If it had been someone with a sharper intuition, she might have been interrogated on the spot. Of course, even if that happened, it wouldn’t matter if she acted boldly, but for some reason, at that moment, no other thought occurred to her.

The thought that she could no longer live an ordinary life the moment she was exposed made her nipples tingle and ache. Fortunately, her outerwear was thick, so her nipples weren’t visible.

“Ah….”

Immediately after, she bowed her head and apologized. She had been so flustered that she hadn’t even thought to cover her front and had rushed away.

“What should I do…. He might have seen….”

Even if the follower had seen her vital parts, nothing much would change, but Doha’s mind was already spiraling into delusions.

…………….

“Excuse me, are you purposely walking around like this because you want to show off? Was Dohaha-nim into that kind of thing?”

“Gasp….”

The follower grabbed Doha’s wrist as she tried to escape. Her outerwear, suddenly pulled, swayed greatly. Because she was wearing a cropped zip-up, her underboob was exposed.

“Wow…. It’s true. I didn’t know you were this kind of person….”

Doha was so ashamed that her body froze on the spot. All the exercise and self-defense she had learned had no effect in this situation. It was because she couldn’t bring herself to resist with force.

“P-Please let me go….”

“Haa……. Are you kidding me? You can’t even grant a simple photo request, but you’re doing this kind of thing behind the scenes. If this gets out, what do you think people like me will think of you?”

“I’m sorry…. I won’t do it again.”

Doha bowed her head deeply and apologized timidly. But the man didn’t accept it. He led Doha to a nearby alley.

“I asked for a photo at first, right? Stand here. Go into your SNS account and hold your phone up so it’s clearly visible.”

She couldn’t resist at all and held her phone screen facing forward. At that moment, the man suddenly yanked down Doha’s zipper.

Her two fruits, hidden beneath the thick curtain, were revealed.

“A choked gasp, a moan, a long groan….”

“Damn, what are those jugs……. Jesus, are you crying or are you turned on?”

“……I’m sorry, *choked gasp*…. *sob*. I’m sorry for walking around in such clothes. Please let me go….”

The man began filming Doha with his phone. She tried to cover her breasts with her other hand, but when told to lower her hand, she obeyed without question.

“Instead of a photo, leave me a video. Declare here that you’ll never do outdoor exposure again.”

“I, Doha… *gasp*, *choked sob*…! I, I, I will never do outdoor exposure again.”

Even though she had just done as she was told, he approached Doha with an enraged expression. And he pulled down the hoodie that had been serving as a curtain, past her shoulders.

At that, Doha’s breathing grew even rougher.

“Do it again.”

“I-I-I-I-I, Doha… *choked sob*―. I-I-I will never again w-w-walk around in such p-p-perverted attire and d-d-deceive my f-f-followers….”

As Doha made her humiliating declaration, half-undressed, her lower opening was already uncontrollably gushing fluid.

Each time she continued speaking, pleasure surged through her brain, almost taking her breath away.

“What will you do if you’re caught doing outdoor exposure again?”

Th-th-that…

“I will d-d-devote my life…! I will devote my life to my followers, a-a-ah, a-a-a-ah, n-n-n-ngh!―”

The moment she finished her declaration, with a gushing sound, pleasure fluid sprayed wildly, dampening the room.

What excited Doha was not any external stimulus, but her own imagination. After masturbating, she lay still for a long time as if dead, then finally got up to clean the floor and fell asleep.

Hong Doha had no idea. She was unaware that her moans were growing louder and louder as she masturbated late at night, recalling her exposure experience.

Strange sounds continued to come from his sister’s room, so Doyun decided to check what was happening. Only when he reached Doha’s bedroom door could he guess.

Doyun gulped, then slowly turned the doorknob. The door wasn’t locked. Peeking through the slightly opened gap to see his sister, he slumped to the floor.

Doha had set up a camera and was filming her intimate acts.

She spread her vagina to film the inside of her canal, and even sat over the camera lens, moving her hips, displaying utterly incomprehensible acts.

Saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth, and her legs, spread wide like a crab, strained so much that her thigh muscles visibly bulged.

“Nuna……….”

Seeing his sister suddenly broken, Doyun couldn’t think of a solution for how to handle the situation. He couldn’t even understand the cause.

She kept saying something as she masturbated. She was apologizing and pleading.

Her appearance, begging for forgiveness and losing herself, didn’t suit Doha. His sister was someone who knew nothing but victory, at least when it came to physical exertion.

“Who on earth would….”

But for some reason, Doha was finding pleasure in contradictory desires, and seeing this, Doyun found his sister attractive without realizing it.

He got an erection watching Doha, who was engulfed in a desire for defeat, yet he couldn’t actually desire his sister.

It wasn’t because they were family. It was because he himself had no history of rebelling against his sister.

He had seen his sister’s nudity every day, but never had his heart pounded so fast as it did now. It was the first time her breasts, her buttocks, and her balanced muscles had felt so lewd.

The door crack, barely wide enough to peer through with one eye. Through that narrow gap, voyeuristically watching his elder sister’s twisted fate, Doyun pulled down his pants and took out his penis.

He awkwardly leaned forward, holding the foreskin with his thumb and index finger and shaking it. Pre-cum trickled out, and the sensation of ejaculation rose, making him let go.

Why was he so aroused? Why couldn’t he stop his sister?

Doyun also didn’t know. He, too, was gripped by a sense of defeat. Having always followed his charismatic sister’s words, he couldn’t stop her even in this situation.

He wanted to see more. He wanted to engrave the hidden, sordid side of his elder sister deeper into his memory.

This was finally the moment Hong Doha’s fate began.