201. Filming (13)

“Eek……!”

“…Stay still.”

Before I could even hang up the phone, Hinami knocked on the front door and rang the bell.

Seo Jia, who had her mouth covered, trembled all over and was terrified, but there was nothing she could do.

I left Seo Jia, whom I had tormented enough, and went out of the room just as I was after having sex, opening the front door.

“…Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Sorry. More importantly, did you walk here dressed like that?”

“It’s just the floor right above, anyway. …There’s no one to see, right?”

Just as she was when she fell asleep.

On the outside, a T-shirt so ill-fitting it was practically falling off.

Inside, probably… just a pair of newly bought black panties.

As I stroked Hinami’s disheveled hair, in a different sense than mine, she stopped pretending to be sulky and quickly relaxed her expression.

Then, right before my eyes, she abruptly hung up the phone, ran to me who wasn’t wearing a stitch, and firmly gripped my cock.

“…Did you already do it once?”

“Twice.”

“Eh, for that, it’s too hard. …Was Jia that turned on?”

“She has a good body, though.”

“Hmph….”

Feeling a slight admiration for Hinami, who had become smart enough to analyze all sorts of things just from rigidity, we trudged inside the house.

Thus, I put Hinami in the lead and returned to the room I had left without closing the door.

“….”

“…Well, I’ll admit it. That she has a good body.”

It wasn’t the look one gives a friend.

Nor was it the look one gives a rival.

It was Hinami’s gaze, objectively evaluating the scantily clad Seo Jia.

Perhaps not wanting to meet that gaze, Seo Jia hugged a pillow, covering her face, trying not to see anything.

But she had only closed her own eyes; the traces left behind after the deed was done could not be erased.

The scattered condoms.

The love gel, already opened and squeezed dry.

Her lower body, unable to wear underwear or pants.

…And this faint smell.

Everything loudly proved what had happened in this room.

“Jia. …It’s me. Your friend.”

“…Get lost.”

“You’re funny. You hated Oppa so much. …Because you’re close to me, you wanted to take him away just because?”

“No…!”

Slowly, slowly.

Hinami crawled onto the bed and whispered into Seo Jia’s ear.

It wasn’t a misunderstanding or wild speculation.

From her perspective, it was a perfectly natural guess.

“What do you mean, no? You did the same thing at the pension last time. You took Oppa out secretly, let him touch your thighs, and seduced him.”

“That was…”

“It’s the same now. Isn’t that the outfit you wore on stage? You told me fans were saying this and that, but you wore the clothes you wore in front of fans to seduce Oppa?”

“I didn’t…!”

Seo Jia, bursting from Hinami’s endless provocation, threw the pillow and sat there, glaring at Hinami while panting.

But Hinami calmly blocked it, surprisingly, placed her hand on Seo Jia’s flushed cheek, and continued the conversation.

“What do you mean, no? A guy with a girlfriend, brought into his own house. Had sex. And she’s an idol, no less. …Is there anything I said that’s wrong?”

“….”

“Ah, I’m not trying to scold you or anything? …I did the same thing. I called Joo-hyuk oppa to my house just like that. Even though I’m an idol. …We had a lot of sex, you know?”

Smiling at Seo Jia, whose pupils were shaking uncontrollably, Hinami patted the bed and beckoned me, standing far away, over.

Following her lovely yet fatally dangerous suggestion, I too squeezed into the middle of that precarious conversation.

“How was it? Do you understand now? Why I cling to Oppa.”

“…I don’t know. Not at all.”

“Hmph….”

Exhaling a breath that was ambiguously a laugh or a sneer, she climbed onto me sitting beside her and hugged me tight.

“…You really don’t know? You must have felt it too. …All the stress and everything. Gone, like floating in the sky.”

“It felt like I was gonna die from the pain. I… was raped. Unlike you….”

“But even though it hurt, you felt it, didn’t you? Couldn’t breathe freely, couldn’t move your hands or feet. Being pinned down by someone so big and hard like this. Being used however Oppa wanted. …Honestly, it was thrilling, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know about that crap…!”

Clinging to me, only sticking her head out from behind my shoulder, Hinami, who had been pouring words onto Seo Jia, let out a fresh chuckle the moment she heard her opponent getting angry, then looked at me and licked her lips suggestively.

Adding a sordid sound, she passionately intertwined our tongues.

After making a sound like a gasp bursting open, she rested her chin on my shoulder again and spat at Seo Jia.

“…If you really don’t know, then get lost. I’m going to have sex with Oppa now.”

“….”

“Huh, why aren’t you leaving? You said you were raped earlier. …Then you could just run away and report it right now, couldn’t you? Would anyone film us having sex and spread it around?”

Speechless from Hinami’s harsh words, Seo Jia wiped the spit off her clothes and looked with trembling pupils at the cellphone hanging on the wireless charger.

Hinami, drawn by her gaze, also looked at it, chuckled again, then got off me and picked up the cellphone that was still recording us.

“…So you can’t report it because of this, is that it?”

“….”

“Hmph….”

Looking at Seo Jia, who shut her mouth tight and was only welling up with tears, Hinami stopped the recording and turned up the volume to play the recorded videos.

Skipping through them intermittently, only the parts where the sound of skin hitting skin could be heard.

Only the parts where Seo Jia gave the middle finger to the screen, cursed, and whimpered at me.

After engraving shame deep enough to chip away at her heart, Hinami turned off the video, turned the recording back on, and sat facing me on my lap.

“Sorry. I didn’t know you’d filmed something like this, Jia. …I thought only I filmed things like this.”

“….”

“If other people saw this, it would be a big deal, so I understand you can’t report it or run away. …Oppa has a lot of this stuff too, you know? That’s why I have to listen to whatever Joo-hyuk oppa says for the rest of my life. …Jia, you’re in a similar situation, aren’t you?”

“Hey…!”

“Why? …It’s similar, isn’t it? I also cursed the fans a lot while filming myself having sex with Oppa. And I often wore the stage outfits like you did. …Ah, is one thing different?”

Then, tossing the cellphone towards Seo Jia,

Hinami grabbed my cock, lifted her hips slightly, pushed aside my underwear with her glans, and inserted her cunt onto my glans.

…Their ages might be similar, but the sensation of her vaginal walls was completely different from before.

Unlike Seo Jia’s firm and tight pussy.

Hinami’s pussy was smooth and soft, disturbingly so.

In terms of stimulation, Seo Jia should naturally feel better.

“Hehe…, Ah. I… didn’t use a condom from the start, hehe….”

…The sense of liberation from wearing absolutely nothing.

“Haaah…, Jia, aren’t you hurting because you used a condom? Oppa’s cock is really big, thick, and hard. It’s very slippery, and he’s so skilled, he does it well. …Ah, but maybe you didn’t like it much, so Oppa handled you roughly. Ahaha….”

This little girl.

The satisfaction that she had become so twisted because of me.

Was tens of times more thrilling than pressure barely stronger than a hand.

“Ngh…, Haaah. …Oppa…”

Now, completely ignoring her friend.

As I wordlessly kissed her, who was seducing me with lewd sounds,

“Eughp…, Ngh…, Heup……♡”

Imagining what kind of eyes she would be looking at me with from behind my back.

I lifted Hinami, who was clinging tightly to my body,

Supported her hips, and thrust deep inside.

“Ugh…, Eughp…, Chwup……. Ngh…Bweup……”

Her lips, making slightly overwhelmed sounds, refusing to part from my tongue.

Her cunt, smooth to the point of seeming immaturely small and dangerously so, biting down hard on my cock and refusing to let go.

No matter how I thought about it, it felt like something I shouldn’t possess,

Completely remodeling and owning this body that didn’t match my frame,

I twisted my body slightly and stole a glance at her eyes, watching us.

“….”

Empty.

Her vacant pupils.

Unlike them, her cheeks and ears still flushed with heat.

I gave a slight smile towards her, who was staring at me with empty eyes, then pinned Hinami onto the bed and gave her an order.

“…Film it.”

“….”

Picking up the cellphone rolling on the bed, I placed it in her hand.

I pushed her off the bed, took the center position, and pressed down hard on Hinami.

“If you don’t like it, you can lie here instead.”

“…….”

“Hehe…eughp….”

She was speechless, aware that she was filming us.

Pressing her lips, tongue, hands, and all her mucous membranes even tighter.

“Eughp…, eughp…, Ooh……, Eu……♡….”

I taught her with my body how insignificant and trivial her transgression, her sex, had been.

The way her vaginal walls pulled out and tightly gripped my cock.

The way the pulled-out vaginal walls sucked back inside following my cock.

The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, several times louder than the creaking bed.

My cock, which had been twitching and wriggling, started to pulse.

Filling the inside completely, overflowing with a gurgling sound.

…A vulgar sex, worse than any beast.

How it would feel if she were the one experiencing it.

I taught her all of it clearly.

“Heh…, Heheh…♥ Oppa…♡.”

I pulled my cock out from inside Hinami.

Placing my glans, still stiffly erect and dripping semen, onto Hinami’s lips.

“Ngh…, Chwup, Heup, Ngh….”

Even watching her lick it as if it were delicious ice cream or honey.

I showed it all to Seo Jia.

“…What are you doing?”

“Th-…eughp….”

…And then.

I pulled Seo Jia, who was filming us with a vacant look, onto the bed as well.

I forced her to lick the glans mixed with the bodily fluids of everyone in this room.

Unfortunately, unlike Hinami,

She wasn’t smiling yet.