063. Zero Dating Experiences (4)

My outstretched hand is grabbed by him, and I’m dragged into my room.

My bed, which had been ownerless for a while.

Perhaps because my younger sibling stayed over yesterday, a strange perfume scent seemed to foreshadow what was to come.

…Today, with a tight skirt and black stockings, I’ll get even more excited.

Seeing as he was uploading YouTube videos in a suit from the start,

I know Kang Joo-hyuk’s tastes well.

“Sit.”

“……”

As soon as I touched the bed, he gently pressed my shoulder, seating me on the bed.

Then, the man I had to crane my neck painfully to see, gradually moved away.

Without a word telling me to wait, he left the room and quickly returned, half-naked.

…Holding something that looked like a tall stand.

“Ah, a stand, a stand. Let me put my phone down.”

“…You perverted bastard.”

Despite my colorful criticism, he showed no signs of displeasure and placed the phone stand he brought in front of the bed.

Then, he took out his phone from his pocket, pressed the record button without hiding it, and fixed it upside down, positioning it towards me.

“It’s a hassle to move the camera, isn’t it?”

“…Do you like filming videos like that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really watch them that often. …It’s good because you get more excited when I film it.”

“Your excuses are disgusting.”

“They aren’t excuses.”

How could a man who enjoys others’ humiliation so much have his dick sucked by a slut like me, who had no shame whatsoever?

Ha, it’s obvious without even looking.

That’s just his type.

All excuses, excuses, excuses.

…He’s simply a sex criminal, a fucking pervert.

“Ah, my muscles have been shrinking lately, so I went to get some meat. But since you’re whimpering that there’s no owner, I can’t make plans, can I? Plans.”

“……”

“…Take off your clothes. I’ll play with you.”

…Acting so resolute like this.

It’s not even funny anymore.

I’m not scared either.

I already know what kind of bastard this man is.

If I don’t listen, I don’t need to know what will happen.

…Anyway,

I don’t defy Kang Joo-hyuk.

Even if I tried,

I’ve clearly realized it would only make me feel worse.

“Ah, what is this? You’re wearing a tank top underneath. …Should I take this off too?”

“…Do whatever you want.”

“Hmm…, then just take off the bra. Leave the tank top.”

“……”

I awkwardly twist the gray bra I wore underneath to the front and take it off.

My breasts might have caught his eye during the process, but I wasn’t embarrassed anymore.

…I already know what I’ll endure anyway.

Being touched on these vulgar breasts,

It’s obvious I’ll be defiled obscenely.

“Right. Your breasts are damn big. Mine are pretty big for a guy too.”

“…Kang Joo-hyuk, you’re all muscle.”

“Well, that’s true. You’re a lump of fat.”

Even while calling me a lump of fat, he was captivated by my breasts and sneakily caressed them over the tank top.

As if that wasn’t enough, he slipped his hand under my armpit and started squeezing.

He brushed against my side, then shoved his hand towards my stomach and pinched my nipples.

The touching itself was less stimulating than my thighs,

…but my nipples were something I couldn’t lie and say were okay.

“Well, he didn’t seem that small either. …His standards have gotten higher lately.”

“…Haa, do you only look at things like that when you look at women…?”

“No. It’s always face and skin for me. Then hips. …But you’re good in all three. That’s why my eyes go to your breasts.”

While spouting words I couldn’t tell if they were compliments or insults, he slowly climbed onto the bed.

He lightly lifted me, taking my heels off the floor, and laid me down.

The lump of fat, unable to support its own weight, stayed somewhat contained in its white fabric pouch for a moment,

but as soon as he slowly pulled down the strap, it lost its balance and flowed down to the sides.

“…Especially the shape and color are insane. The mole is hot too.”

“……”

His expression looked like he was facing a feast.

That lewd face, wanting to devour the prepared food greedily, was now so familiar it felt almost comforting.

…Why do men get so excited over this kind of thing?

Even looking at his near-perfect body, I don’t particularly…

Particularly.

I don’t feel anything.

“Your thighs are crazy too. …Aren’t they?”

“…I know, you idiot.”

“I like how soft and fair your skin is. This. …And how it bulges slightly when the stockings tear.”

Riiip.

He lifted my skirt and tore my stockings, then wickedly grinned while touching the thigh flesh that peeked through the rips.

Not satisfied with just one hole, he made a mess, revealing my panties.

“I thought maybe the bra was white, but… the ones underneath are black?”

“…Dark colored bras can show through, you idiot.”

“Oh, I thought you wore black on purpose because you were embarrassed about waxing.”

“……”

While spewing nonsense, he slipped his finger into my panties,

flicked the underwear a few times, then grabbed it with both hands and ripped it off.

“Hey…!”

“…What the. The material is crap.”

Before I could even react, the panties, ripped to shreds, were pulled out from within the stockings. He threw the useless underwear on the floor and forced me to sit up.

“Don’t wear panties like this anymore. …It’s dangerous if a rapist attacks you and rips them.”

“…You psycho bastard.”

There wasn’t much time left anyway to spew my disgust at his shamelessness that crossed all bounds.

What I’ll endure next,

What I have to say, I know it all.

“Ah, right, right. Look at the camera over there first.”

I have to kill the 26-year-old me for a moment,

and go back to the me from 10 years ago to be violated by him.

I’m tired of playing along with his terrible roleplay,

…but otherwise, my mind couldn’t take it.

Right now,

Being treated like a sex slave while alive here.

I absolutely don’t want to feel…

…because I don’t.

“Say it clearly. Your name and age.”

“…Seo Haeun. 17 years old.”

“That’s not right. How can you be 17? We’re the same age.”

“…What?”

…But Kang Joo-hyuk, who was grinning,

left me nowhere to run.

“…You have to say it properly. ‘I am Seo Haeun, 26 years old. Occupation: YouTuber. Yesterday, I hit 100,000 views for the first time.’ Like this.”

“……”

“If you really don’t want to say it, you can stay quiet. There’s more fun stuff coming.”

Even while feeling endless humiliation from him mocking me to the end, I couldn’t move an inch.

Even as he got off the bed for a moment, threw off his pants, and came back with a thick marker.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t open my mouth because I didn’t want to say my name.

…It’s just that,

he was preparing something.

I didn’t have the courage to stop it.

“Hold your thigh. I need to write something.”

“……”

Far from running away, I flattened the flesh peeking through the stocking rips with my own hand.

Even though I don’t know what graffiti he’ll write.

This hideous scene is being recorded entirely.

…I only feel shame,

without feeling fear.

I obediently follow his commands.

“Ah, what was your ID exactly?”

“…Sophia.”

“Nothing else attached to the back?”

“I don’t remember.”

Screech, screech.

The sound of the marker rubbing against my skin echoed unpleasantly.

First, a circle. Inside it, ‘a’.

Then, s, o, p, h, i, A.

Having finished marking down to the area near my groin, he then grabbed my opposite thigh and wrote the next sentence without my help.

100k.

view.

thx.

Finally, after drawing a heart, he came behind me and spread my legs wide towards the camera.

“Ah, come to think of it, the ‘@’ symbol is for Twitter or Instagram, not YouTube, right?”

“…Idiot. You get that wrong?”

“Hinami mentioned earlier that she had a lot of Instagram followers, so I got confused while checking. Sorry, sorry.”

“……”

He put my name, the only one referred to in this country, into his mouth, and captured my explicitly written personal information on camera as well.

@sophia.

100k View thx♡.

…Phrases that wouldn’t be out of place in AV, let alone YouTube.

“…You draw hearts like shit.”

“Want to try drawing it then?”

“…Give it here.”

The crumpled heart drawn in the meantime was bothersome even upside down, so I snatched the pen from him, placed it on my thigh, and scribbled to fill it in.

Carefully retouching the messy curves,

I fixed it into a much better-looking heart than before.

…Ha.

What meaning does doing this kind of thing have?

If he gets excited,

only my mind will become strange.

“…You’re good at it. Want to do it from now on?”

“How can I write backwards, you perverted bastard?”

“There’s no need to write words. …Just writing things like this is enough.”

He responded to my scoff with a scoff of his own, snatched the pen back from me, and scribbled three strokes on my exposed chest.

One long stroke horizontally.

One stroke vertically right between my cleavage.

One more horizontal stroke on the breast with the mole.

He inscribed English letters onto my chest with a clear meaning.

…Ah, seriously.

You don’t know this, you stupid bastard.

Acting like you’re so experienced.

“…I’m not an F cup. After touching me like that, you don’t even know this? Idiot…”

“……”

His expression stiffened for a moment at my sharp point,

then he clutched his stomach, covered his mouth, and started chuckling disturbingly.

“…Why, why are you laughing?”

“Ah…, just because. Looking at it like this, it kind of looks similar. Yeah, yeah.”

“What on earth….”

Then, without stopping his laughter, he threw the pen aside, stroked my hair,

and whispered softly into my eardrum.

“It’s a Hanja character, Hanja. …The character for ‘correct’ or ‘righteous’. Don’t you know it?”

“…Hanja?”

“You must have participated in class president elections as a kid. One vote, one vote. Each time you receive one. Five strokes, one stroke at a time.”

…For each stroke he just drew,

He intends to fuck me.

“…I was going to write them all, but since you’re so damn stupid and cute, if you follow my instructions well, I’ll let it slide with three strokes today. How about that?”

While fiercely grabbing and kneading my breasts,

“Okay, let’s do the self-introduction again. …Your name?”

He commanded me to open my mouth.

“…Hinami, she, well, she revealed all her personal info. She must be fearless, unlike you.”

“……”

“…Name. Say it.”

That fucking slut,

while packaging her like some great woman,

…Forcing me.

“……Seo Haeun.”

Starting with my name,

“Your ID.”

“…Sophia.”

Her ID,

“Occupation?”

“…A guitar YouTuber.”

“Did you get popular for guitar?”

“…I got popular for wearing revealing clothes.”

Her occupation,

“Age and breast size.”

“…26 years old. 70G… cup.”

…Her body measurements,

“I don’t need your education… …First sex?”

“…Last month, the first time.”

“Your partner… well. You don’t have to say it. They’re right here.”

“……”

Her first experience,

“…Sometimes when I watch YouTube, I get a lot of sexual harassment in the comments, how about that?”

“…It’s fucking awful.”

“Specifically, what’s so fucking awful about it?”

…My,

“…Those kinds of stupid bastards judging my body. …It’s fucking awful.”

“Is it the judging that’s fucking awful, or is it fucking awful because stupid bastards are judging?”

“Because stupid bastards are judging.”

“…If it’s not a stupid bastard, is it okay?”

“……”

Even her inner thoughts.

“Then, well. I’ll just say one thing.”

“…What is it?”

“…You’re fucking hot. Pink nipples, pink pussy. Your tits are huge too.”

Exposed completely.

“…I took your virginity too. Unlike all the sluts I’ve fucked before.”

“……”

…Even while hearing this nonsensical sexual harassment,

I can’t forget how I felt relieved deep down.

He captured me clearly once more.

“Get down. Spread your legs.”

“……”

“…You don’t need foreplay when filming videos. You’re already wet enough.”

Except for the person I hate most in the world,

the place I’ve never shown anyone else is my own eyes and…

…enjoying it only with his dick.

“…That’s right.”

Today too, he enjoys me deliciously.

And I,

“…Hey, Kang Joo-hyuk.”

“Why?”

To him, who picked up his utensils, preparing to dine deliciously,

“…Did you like it when that fucking slut sucked your dick?”

Saying he didn’t need to buy that low-quality meat,

I beg him to eat me.

“…She was worse than you?”

“…That means you liked it. You piece of trash.”

…I didn’t want to know the reason.

“Ah, well. It wasn’t bad. …Though not as good as you.”

Even if I found out,

there’s no way I would admit it.