005. Coding Heaven, Planning Hell (6)
“Ahhh...”
In her three-pyeong monthly rental studio apartment, Shin Na-young sat naked from the waist down on a chair. She was half-reclining, her pale thighs and calves fully exposed, along with her smooth feet.
I look... so fucking slutty.
Leaning her back against the chair's backrest, she lifted one leg and rested it on the desk. Her hoodie rode up from behind, exposing the curve of her lower back above her ass.
Na-young let her imagination run wild.
It’d be so nice to go to a hotel alone with you.
“Haaah...”
What would a hotel have? At the very least, furniture far more luxurious—or at least cleaner—than this fifty-thousand-won secondhand desk. The bed would have crisp white sheets that didn’t reek of dampness, and if she stepped out for a bit, the staff would tidy the room spotless.
It would be so nice to melt into your arms there. She wouldn’t have to muffle her cries like this while pleasuring herself.
It was a vulgar pose. She brought her hand to the pale, tightly closed pink slit.
A pussy desperate for a man—for Im Seong-u—dripping with arousal, but it had failed again today.
“Ah!”
*Schlick.*
As she slipped the tip of her index finger inside, the slightly fuzzy area below her pussy clenched with a twitch. The sensation of her finger being sucked into that female hole.
Na-young’s expression slackened as she slowly moved her wrist.
“Ah, hnnng...”
I should’ve laid down a towel...
Biting her lip hard, she pushed the tip of her middle finger in too. Even that was enough to make her hypersensitive body shudder.
*Squeeze, squeeze.*
Every exhale made her pussy hole cutely clench around her fingers. A vulgar, lewd hole begging to be fucked hard.
It’s your fault...
*Smack!*
She slapped her own pussy.
“Kgh...”
A stifled moan leaked out. Na-young threw her head back from the sharp sting and fear, then hunched forward.
Do you know days like this for me?
*Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
Imagining herself being punished by Im Seong-u, she slowly worked her middle finger deeper. The inside was slick and warm.
“Haa, mmph... mmmph...”
She clamped one hand over her mouth to stifle her moans by force. What would Im Seong-u think if he saw her like this? He might not even see her as human. He might think she was trash. How had a slut like her survived all this time without a man?
Shin Na-young. I’m kinda disappointed.
Ha... ha, ngh...
What a slut.
Na-young bit her lip and focused on masturbating. Her pale, soft fingers could feel every tight squeeze inside her pussy. The torrent of sensations was intense.
“Haa... haaaah...”
Suppressing her moans made tears well up. With her right hand, she roughly rubbed above her pussy, pinching her clit. She wanted to clamp her thighs together but forced them apart.
As if he were forcing her.
Haa, please... hnnng...
Today, she didn’t want gentle. She craved it harder, more sensitively. Like abusing her own pussy, she worked her hand furiously, sweat pouring like rain.
*Schlick, schlick, smack.*
She masturbated hard. With her middle finger buried in her pussy hole, imagining Im Seong-u’s pubic bone slamming against her pelvis, she thrust her arm.
*Smack, smack.*
Her palm kissed her pussy flesh.
Ah... I’m breaking.
Her whole body felt like it was malfunctioning.
Lewd bitch.
Despite all those filthy, twisted, knotted-up thoughts.
“Ahang... hnnng...”
Her body slid lower. Na-young always masturbated like this—pummeling her pussy until her waist went limp and she slumped.
She bit into her hoodie and mumbled through it.
“I... hnnn... like you... I like you...”
Her back hit the chair’s seat. She lifted both legs onto the desk, spreading them in a V like she was being mated from above. Her feet were higher than her pussy.
It was a pervy position for a woman to masturbate in, but Na-young wished Im Seong-u would fuck her just like this.
“Haa... haa... hnnn...”
She felt like crying. Regret. Jealousy. Resentment. Hatred. Love. Masochism. Guilt. Twisted pleasure prickled up her spine.
“Ahng... Seong-u...”
Na-young’s eyes glazed over in a haze. Maybe because her feet were higher than her lower body? The gray bunny hoodie no longer covered her. Her slightly folded, snow-white belly was bare, and she added another finger inside her pussy—not one, but two.
She plunged her index and middle fingers into the fresh fuzz below her pussy, scraping the opened space.
Haa... not enough...
She bit down hard on her hoodie to keep it from slipping. The hem soaked with saliva.
*Schlick, squelch. Schlick.*
One hand worked her pussy while the other slipped inside her hoodie.
“Nghhh...”
Her left hand greedily groped what felt like C-cup breasts. Squeezing until they deformed sent electricity jolting up her spine.
More sensitive than usual. But for some reason, climaxing felt harder today.
Haa... Seong-u. I act all pure in front of you... hnnn... but... at home... I masturbate. Isn’t it ridiculous?
Her window showed only the wall of another building.
I love you.
Actually, I’ve loved you since high school. But I was too much of a coward to confess.
*Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
Her fingers sped up. Na-young felt an intense pleasure burning through her body, on the verge of climax.
As she arched to cum, her waist bucked.
Seong-u, I... hnnn... not enough...
Maybe to Im Seong-u, she was just a thorn in his side, always getting in the way beside Han Yu-ra. She still remembered the look his mother had given her.
*Schlick. Schlick. Schlick...*
Haa... ngh,
But cumming alone while masturbating was tough. She panted roughly, releasing the hoodie, then dug her fingers deeper, scraping the upper wall. Harder. Even harder. But her skill only reached the second knuckle.
“Nghhh... no...”
She sobbed. The climax tingling her spine was fading.
“Haa...”
Incomplete combustion. She wiped the drool foolishly dribbling around her lips.
You bastard.
She cursed Im Seong-u. The guy who’d wanted to treat his childhood friend to a few hundred thousand won meal.
Punish me...
Despite having less money than Han Yu-ra. Despite her smaller tits.
Interfering with your romance.
Was feeling guilty now even right? Thinking was exhausting. Already beast-like, Na-young shoved her fingers back into her pussy. The naughty girl’s hole that had nearly cum sucked them greedily. The sensitive pussy clenched tight, and she thought her fingers felt pretty good.
*Schlick, squelch...*
Hnnn...
She yanked off her hoodie upward. Then her sports bra. Unlike Im Seong-u’s place, no direct sunlight entered here. Only refracted, thin moonlight licked her body.
Na-young’s body was beautiful. Slim waist. Prominent iliac crest connecting to her snow-white pussy. Hips emphasizing feminine youthfulness. A light patch of pubic hair. Pretty breasts somewhere between B- and C-cup with pink nipples.
One hand on her breast, the other caressing below. The caresses were brutally violent. Her black bob hair swayed.
Haa... I’m... so lewd...
Na-young thought she looked pathetic. Naked in this cramped studio, masturbating just to chase one orgasm.
*Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
“Ahng... Seong-u...”
She moved her fingers faster. Imagining him watching made her brain boil red, ready to burst. A tear rolled down her cheek.
Scared the bed would get wet and she’d have to run another load, she couldn’t even masturbate there. Vulgarly pressing her ass to the floor, she lifted her hips slightly, savoring the feel of her fingers and pussy.
“Ngh, nghhh... nnghh...”
Her palm kept kissing her pussy lips. Sobbing, she sped her fingers.
*Schlick. Schlick, schlick.*
Climax rose again, but she couldn’t reach it. Her breasts flushed red with arousal. Sweat trickling between her ass cheeks.
No...
She clutched her pussy and slumped to the floor. Then opened a drawer and pulled out the vibrator that comforted her in loneliness.
An egg-shaped little thing. Na-young knelt, spreading her legs in a V on the studio floor. Like cowgirl position. But no man beneath her.
She rocked her hips like riding, pressing the vibrator to her slit.
*Bzzz.*
“Ahh, mmph...”
One hand over her mouth, the other controlled the vibrator.
*Vrrrrrr!*
Max intensity. *Twitch, twitch.* The sensation hit her pussy. The vibration was violently painful. Imagining force, she collapsed forward. Ass up, head to the floor. Like a dog being fucked, she pressed it to her clit.
The slender woman’s naked body clung to the floor like a beast on all fours. The rough stimulation hurt a bit, but thinking it punishment, she didn’t let go. The violent motion tried to force her pussy over the edge.
“Haa, ngh, mmph. Ah! Mmph... ♥”
Like a beast faithful to desire. She lifted her waist and eyed herself in the full-length mirror. Sweat droplets fell on her snow-white belly. Her shapely breasts jiggled with each tremor, her pussy below her slim waist dripping greedily for more stimulation.
Na-young kept the vibrator on her clit while fingering her pussy. Like her own hips impaling on her fingers.
“Haa, hnnn... hnnngh...”
*Schlick. Schlick, squelch, schlick...*
Too pervy for her pure body. Twitching, she savored her clenching hole, the sweat pouring from her body, the pussy’s texture on her fingers, masturbating on.
The ecstatic heat from her pussy spread through her. She said what she wanted to.
“I love you...”
Other guys had shown interest. But somehow, only Im Seong-u remained.
“Haa, haa... please, I... haa... love you... love you, love you.”
She ground the vibrator harder against her pussy.
“Ahng...”
The sensation of her pussy squeezing her fingers. The heat bloomed like electricity through her body. Floating on clouds. Just a bit more and she’d cum.
*Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.*
But it was too much.
No... hate it... please.
Let me cum, Seong-u. Sobbing, she stopped. Legs splayed in V, hips bucking wildly. Na-young forced the vibrator against her pussy but dropped it.
“Haa, haat. Hnnn... hngh...”
Muffling herself lest the neighbors hear. No orgasm this time either.
It was already one a.m. If she didn’t sleep now, tomorrow at work would suck. But Na-young couldn’t stop.
Finally, she fell asleep at four a.m.