226. Exposure (18)

…It’s the worst of the worst.

It’s so shameful, embarrassing, and humiliating that I’d rather just die.

But I didn’t show it on the outside.

Because my shame is his happiness.

All I could do was.

just put on an indifferent expression so he’d be a little less happy.

I forcibly forgot about the strange woman voyeuristically watching us.

I stepped on the hard tile with my toes, kneeling on the slippers.

As if handling a repetitive task, I held that hideous cock tight against my breasts so it would fit perfectly.

Gritting my teeth, I squeezed my breasts hard with both hands.

I didn’t know and didn’t need to know how I should stroke it to make him feel good.

Just deep and fast.

Putting weight into it, puk, puk.

Bumping my breasts against his pubic bone, I mechanically squeezed out the semen without even looking him in the eye.

“Hoo…”

His usual infuriating mouth quieted down, and the sound of him carefully catching his breath bounced off the bathroom wall and returned.

As soon as his breathing reached my ears, the splattering sound (cheolpeok) also annoyingly tormented them.

The vulgar sound made by me, stroking his cock with my hands, with my breasts.

If I kept listening to it, I felt like my head would go crazy, so I shook my head a few times, let go of the thought, and continued the mechanical act.

“…You’re fucking staring intently.”

“Ah, ah…. Uhm. I’m sorry….”

“No. Well, there’s no need to apologize. Liking lewd things isn’t a bad thing either. …Isn’t that right, Ye-eun-ah?”

“Shut up.”

“With your fucking hot tits stroking my cock, what are you telling me to shut up for? …Wouldn’t it be easier if you were just honest?”

“Stop with that bullshit…! Eugh….”

But he never left me alone, and I had no choice but to fall for his provocation again, drawing in the spectator I had barely managed to forget.

With my mouth grabbed, unable to speak, fingers shoved in, and my tongue caught, I.

I briefly considered biting off his index and middle fingers, but squeezed my eyes shut, opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue like, ‘be.’

After managing to spit the fingers out of my mouth, I momentarily removed my hands from squeezing my breasts and wiped my damp lips.

I rinsed my dirty mouth and spat on the floor.

Once again, I continued what I was doing without any emotion.

…Just.

A task that was only making my breasts and hands a little tired.

“Heu…, Hoo…, Sssi….”

Rubbing his cock until my breasts hurt, I served him, suppressing the emotions that kept leaking in.

To escape this disgusting place as quickly as possible.

Jjilkkeok, jjilkkeok.

Swallowing down the sounds of the foam getting sticky, jyubeot, jyubeot.

Soon, when I was even getting out of breath.

“…Ah, eu…. Haa….”

Only then did he.

Pressing down hard on my shoulder, he spurted the dirty white discharge from the glans that popped out between my breasts onto my chin.

The sticky fluid, indistinguishable from the foam, ran down my neck and heated my collarbone hotly.

Even though it didn’t get on my face, I forcibly endured the disgusting smell, swallowed hard, got up, and turned the showerhead, which I had turned off earlier, towards myself.

“How cold-hearted. You won’t even suck me off now?”

“…I guess I can be cold-hearted.”

“I’m not that cold-hearted, so I’ll wash you.”

“Wait, please…!”

But before the white discharge, mixed with all sorts of fluids, could even wash off.

He inserted his cock, which had just finished ejaculating, between my buttocks, then slipped his hand into my sticky, soiled cleavage.

Then, wrapping his other arm around me, he squeezed my breasts tightly as if I had served him.

He thrust his fingers between my cleavage, sook, sook, as if stroking his cock.

Then he spun me around to face the spectator.

“Eh… uh… um, excuse me….”

“You couldn’t see well from behind earlier, right? …If you want to watch, watch. This was the feeling.”

“….”

Holding my soft breasts with his forearm and stroking upwards.

Letting the weight drop, making them jiggle downwards.

The movements of his hand, which had been thrust into my cleavage, cupped then spread outwards.

The female spectator, whose ears turned bright red disgustingly even after seeing that.

As if possessed.

Drawn by him beckoning towards her.

…Into the hole that he had spread open.

Her hands trembling, she slightly inserted her index finger.

“…I didn’t tell you to put it in.”

“Ah… I… I’m sorry! I’m sorry….”

“There’s no need to apologize to me. You should apologize to her.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry….”

…Having already stepped into the crime scene.

The strange woman, apologizing and saying sorry only now.

Unlike me, she could have easily escaped.

I disliked her choice to stay here by her own will so much.

“Uh, um… Ay-ah… Ah….”

…I grabbed the hair of the woman nodding her head.

Pulled her closer towards me and whispered softly in her ear.

“…Get out right now. If you pity me even a little.”

“….”

In a tiny voice, not even audible to Kang Joo-hyuk stuck tightly to my back.

I gave her, who was so timid, advice that could save her life, but.

“What? You’re kicking me out? Don’t do that. It’s fun.”

“….”

“You’ll never tell your uncle anyway… No. You couldn’t possibly tell even if you died and came back, so enjoy yourself. …You sent us a DM because you wanted to see this, didn’t you?”

“….”

She heard the devil’s whisper echoing after that and.

Her pupils darting around as if her heart rate was dangerously high.

Finally, she swallowed hard.

…Taking just one step back from me.

She collapsed onto the tile floor and just looked up at me.

“…Idiot, really.”

“Why are you swearing?”

I didn’t want to swear, but I couldn’t help it.

The courage to become his accomplice.

Or the courage to take my side.

Lacking even the courage to escape from here, feeling endless disgust towards her who chose to remain just a spectator, I bit my lip and spat the torn skin, mixed with saliva, at her.

Because she was a step away, it didn’t hit her directly, but seeing it fall right in front of her feet.

He, watching from behind, chuckled and licked my ear.

“Why are you spitting at an innocent girl like that? …If you’re going to spit, spit at me.”

“You perverted bastard… Eup, puheu…. Stop it….”

“…Or should I spit for you?”

“Shut up… Chyu… eup……….”

Violating my lips, which felt slightly raw.

Adding his own saliva into my mouth after I had spat multiple times.

Squeezing my breasts, still sticky and slippery though mostly washed off, until they felt crumpled.

“Puhah. Haak…, Ha….”

“…Ttue.”

After holding my tongue captive for a long time.

…Looking down coldly at my face.

He spat, ttue, onto my cheek.

“…You do whatever you want too. I’ll gladly accept it.”

“….”

Feeling endless shame, having clearly heard his provocation, I.

Without wiping away the mixture of my saliva and his, which was even dirtier, with my hand.

I obediently extended my right hand, turned the shower on, and washed it off with water.

Took a deep breath.

…Without any emotion.

Pretending it wasn’t there.

I turned my body and slapped his cheek hard.

“….”

When my wet palm hit his cheek, a sound much louder than the force applied erupted.

At the loud slapping sound, which was enough to make me lose my composure, I became tense, took a step back, and stared intently at him.

While rubbing the cheek that was hit, he looked down at me intently with eyes completely devoid of emotion.

Gradually, an absurd smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

Then he raised his hand high up.

“……”

…My cheek.

He didn’t strike down.

Instead.

He ruffled his wet hair a few times, opened the towel cabinet, searched through the pants he had taken off,

Took out various things along with his phone from his pocket, held them all in one hand, then pulled out only the white cloth.

And fastened it around my tense neck.

“…Since I promised, I won’t take revenge.”

“….”

“Instead, follow me.”

“Wait, keck….”

“…You follow along too, if you want to watch.”

“….”

While touching my neck, he continued speaking in a calm voice. He took out a towel from the cabinet he just opened, put it around his neck, inserted his finger into the choker, and pulled me.

Flustered by his unexpected actions, I stumbled, followed behind him, and barely got out of the bathroom.

Only after being dragged to the bedroom, he released my neck, gently placed his phone on the bed, and roughly wiped off the water on his body with the towel around his neck.

“….”

Then he threw the wet towel at me, mocking me as if telling me to wipe myself with it.

Suddenly he glanced towards my back, chuckled, snatched back the towel he had given me, and roughly tousled my hair.

Looking at my messily tousled hair, he dropped the towel on the floor and chuckled.

“You have a talent for walking without making noise, Soo-ah.”

“Ah, uh, it’s not like that….”

“Watch quietly. …You can film if you want. Ah, but with this.”

He unlocked his phone, which had been placed on the bed, and threw it to the spectator who had followed right behind me before I knew it.

He picked up a condom that was under the phone, tore it open with a ‘book’,

Put the rolled-up rubber on his strangely thick finger.

…Thrust his index finger into the choker that was just fastened around my neck.

Took the condom off his finger again, roughly tied it, making a floppy necklace.

“It suits you well.”

“…Why. Are you pissed off again?”

“….”

“…This time, I don’t owe you anything, so I have no intention of accepting it.”

In front of someone.

Unable to bear him mocking me like this in front of someone any longer.

Unlike before, filled with emotion, I swung my arm powerfully towards his cheek.

But I swung it slowly.

However, he strangely didn’t grab my slow wrist.

He benevolently turned his right cheek towards me.

Jjaak.

Making a loud noise, he took my slap.

…He pulled taut the condom fastened to the choker just now.

Grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and pushed me towards the bed.

Then he put his knees behind mine, knocked me down onto the bed.

“…Aak……!”

…Truly.

Enough to make my breath catch in my throat.

Enough to feel an electric jolt.

He slapped my buttocks hard, chyalssak.

“…You chose this.”

“Heu…euk….”

Once more.

This time, the other side too.

Making a sound, jjak, he hit.

“…Stop being stuck to the bed like that, lift your ass a bit. You exhibitionist freak, you pervert.”

“Museu…eut…, Euk…….”

Pressing down on my back, twisting the choker halfway and pulling it so hard the condom would tear.

“If you can’t do it, say so. …Kneel down, explain everything in detail in front of her, and I might let you off today.”

“….”

“…Confess with your own mouth that you called yourself a cheap whore and were panting even after being raped when you lost your virginity, …or open your lower orifice. Choose.”

He offered me.

…An impossible choice.

I twisted my body, trying desperately to escape from that choice.

“….”

Pinned under my belly.

I managed to pull out the condom wrapper stuck firmly on the bed somehow and placed it on my back.

“….”

As he wanted, I lifted my buttocks slightly, which had likely turned bright red.

…With both hands, my pussy.

Explicitly.

I spread wide open myself.

“Euah…….”

…Foolishly.

The spectator, unable to cover her mouth.

Even the sound of her swallowing a scream could be heard.