Episode 17: Dongjae and Dahee's Future
Episode 17) Dong-jae and Da-hee's Future
Caught off guard by Da-hee's sudden exposure, I blurted out without thinking, "Can I join you two in bed?" Both Seong-yeol and Da-hee chuckled, and I instantly felt embarrassed. But Seong-yeol readily agreed.
"Of course. In fact, I was about to ask you the same."
He continued,
"Since this isn't your first time opening up your relationship, I'd like to move things along a little faster in bed. But I still want to build the experience properly—as if we're starting from scratch."
I hesitated, unsure what he meant, and he smiled faintly.
"I imagine both of you have enjoyed sex purely for pleasure until now. The same goes for your previous Netori experiences. Naturally, orgasms and climaxes... ejaculation became the sole goal. And that's how you ended up here. Not that it's wrong, but perhaps I'd like to recreate what you might have forgotten along the way—starting from the very beginning."
Starting from the very beginning...
"Call each other formally. Say, 'Mr. Shin Dong-jae' and 'Ms. Yang Da-hee.'"
I wasn't sure what he was getting at, but I played along.
"...Ms. Yang Da-hee."
"Mr. Shin Dong-jae."
Da-hee giggled awkwardly after attaching "-ssi" to my name. Seong-yeol, however, remained deadpan as he instructed her next:
"Now, call me 'honey.'"
Flustered by the sudden request, Da-hee glanced between us several times before finally complying under Seong-yeol's gentle prodding—"It's not that hard, is it?"
"Honey."
Seong-yeol smirked. My girlfriend calling another man "honey." It wasn't the first time, but my chest ached sharply. And right after the pain... an erection followed. Like Pavlov's dog. And I wasn't the only one aroused.
Da-hee's nipples had stiffened too. Of course, she knew. I knew. Seong-yeol knew. Her body's reaction was unmistakable. But it didn't stop there.
"Da-hee, come sit next to me."
Seong-yeol called her over effortlessly—like a boyfriend would. My heart pounded wildly. Da-hee seemed hesitant, lost in thought, but the atmosphere in the room was already charged.
"Hurry up. Your boyfriend's calling you."
The word "boyfriend" from Seong-yeol's lips—I'd bet anything Da-hee's panties were soaked by now. She was starved for that thrill of immorality, standing before her actual boyfriend while calling another man "honey" after barely knowing him for hours, then sitting beside him.
My heart raced uncontrollably. Seong-yeol glanced at me, signaling something. I swallowed hard and followed his unspoken instruction.
"Ms. Da-hee, go sit next to him."
My face burned as I spoke. Da-hee flinched at my words, hesitated once more, then finally stood and moved to sit beside Seong-yeol. My heart felt ready to burst. What the hell was this?
The thrill of watching my girlfriend become another man's—this was the pinnacle of immoral excitement. And I had arranged it, permitted it, was witnessing it firsthand...
Maybe this was the moment I'd longed for all along. With Kang Tae-yang, the game had already been over before it began, leaving me with disappointment and emptiness. But now, I was watching every moment unfold.
Perhaps that was what Seong-yeol wanted too.
"Now, place your hand on my thigh."
Seong-yeol's polite request. Da-hee, having steeled herself, looked at me before resting her hand on his thigh. Even though it was nerve-wracking, humiliating—she obeyed.
Her eyes met mine—Are you really okay with this? I couldn't tell why the sense of loss hit me so hard in that moment.
...And that was as far as it went.
"How about we end today's meeting here? Of course, a passionate night would feel good right now, but the joy we're aiming for isn't limited to that. You two should go home and talk more."
The abrupt halt made me wonder if we'd done something wrong, but he explained:
"Today was just about confirming each other's presence—understanding who we are and how we feel. You're both too precious to end this as a one-time encounter."
"Understood."
It took me a while to calm my throbbing erection.
Da-hee was quiet the whole way home.
"It was... okay, I guess."
But once we got out of the taxi, she couldn't stop talking.
"Still, kinda lame, right? Getting someone all worked up and then suddenly stopping. It's not like he was joking around..."
I chuckled at her slight irritation and asked,
"You got really turned on, huh?"
"Yeah."
Right before unlocking the door, I asked her:
"Did you want him to take you to a hotel tonight?"
"I don't know."
Embarrassed, Da-hee laughed and stepped inside.
That night, she showered longer than usual. I thought I heard faint moans from the bathroom—or maybe not. The steam was thick, carrying the sweet scent of shampoo and Da-hee's own fragrance. After washing up, I returned to bed. Da-hee, scrolling through her phone, suddenly pulled out a dildo.
"I'm in the mood."
Despite having smaller, cuter options, she grabbed the thickest one—one she'd never used before.
"Why the thick one all of a sudden?"
At my teasing question, she laughed lightly, her face flushing. "Because I got excited earlier, duh!" Feeling my own arousal rise, I stripped off her underwear and laid her flat.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah?"
"It's cliché, but you're really beautiful."
She squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed under my gaze. I traced her body slowly, memorizing every curve. Then I lay beside her, stroking her thighs.
"You got really worked up today, huh?"
She hesitated before answering honestly. "Yeah."
I dragged the tip of the dildo along her folds and asked:
"Did you want to do it with him earlier?"
"Yeah."
Before I could say more, she confessed:
"I actually know who he is. He's a junior from our school. You knew too, right?"
Ah... Of course. His name was too distinctive.
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me from the start?"
"I didn't know at first either. I figured it out after some contact."
Da-hee kept her eyes shut, letting out a soft moan as I rubbed the dildo against her entrance.
"He had a bad reputation back in school. Collected girls' Kakao profile pics, skipped MTs but still had photos... kinda creepy... Ah!"
I teased her entrance before lightly brushing her clit, making her jolt. "Go easy, I'm sensitive today," she pleaded before continuing:
"I don't care. He's hot. You probably already gave him all my info anyway. Just do whatever you want with me."
Her tone sounded resigned.
A bitter situation, bitter words—yet my mind wandered back to old memories.
"Do whatever you want with me."
Da-hee's dark history with Kang Tae-yang—doing anything for his pleasure. Her holes stretched, drinking his piss, becoming his filthy plaything.
Huu.
I stared at her spread pussy, the dildo buried inside. And looking at it, all sorts of thoughts flooded in.
'....'
That bastard Tae-yang had ruined Da-hee's pussy in six months. Of course, the body heals—the looseness tightened back up—but the elasticity never fully returned. The lips, stretched by clamps and bruised bluish-purple, never regained their color. They couldn't even close properly anymore.
Back when we first started dating, I'd wondered, "Did Min-ho not fuck her much?" Her pussy had been tight, neatly closed.
But I knew why. Tae-yang had trained her thoroughly.
Bound limb by limb, a PET bottle shoved inside her...
Apologizing—"I'm sorry, Dong-jae oppa"—while spreading her cum-filled pussy wide, pouring Coke inside, letting it dribble out as she filmed her own degradation. Those videos were sent to me daily, flooding my brain with dopamine.
Just as Da-hee's body had warped, so had my perception of sex and love. And of course, hers too.
Her labia stretched by clamps and pins, streaks of blood, semen and Coke mixing as they spilled from her gaping hole, a thick anal plug twitching in her ass—her eyes rolled back, filthy words spilling from her lips:
"Ahhh, please don't abandon me, Master... I can't live without you now!"
"Don't pour Coke, Master... the sperm will die! No, I'll get pregnant!"
"It hurts too much... it's too intense... my pussy's ruined!"
"I'm clenching my ass tight, gripping the plug with my sphincter... Oppa, put it in deeper!"
"Remembering the past?"
Da-hee, eerily perceptive, sat up and asked. I quickly shook my head.
"No, I was just admiring how beautiful you are."
"What's beautiful about my wrecked pussy...?"
She knew. Tae-yang had hurled every degrading insult at her when he discarded her.
A diseased cunt that'd give you an STD just from entering.
A pussy blacker than an old woman's asshole.
I'd rather fuck a guy's ass than your disgusting hole.
"Lie back down."
Snapping out of it, I pushed her onto the bed, slid the dildo inside her gaping pussy, and whispered in her ear:
"Close your eyes and imagine it's Seong-yeol's cock."
"Okay."
Her body twitched at his name. Boldly, I pressed a finger into her ass. It resisted at first, but with slow pressure, it gave way. As I twisted the dildo inside her pussy, her juices dripped thickly, coating my finger in her ass.
"Da-hee."
"Yes?"
She was fully immersed in the roleplay. I matched her tone.
"Dump that loser Shin Dong-jae and date me."
Even as roleplay, post-sex consequences made this hard to answer. But Da-hee replied easily.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I'm marrying Dong-jae oppa no matter what. Marriage is non-negotiable."
Her wording was odd. I twisted the dildo rhythmically, fingering her ass in shallow thrusts. Her moans grew heavier. I kept going until my arm ached—nearly 15 minutes of steady thrusting. Da-hee spread her legs into an M-shape, lifting them slightly for deeper penetration.
"Ah... ahh..."
Her juices flowed freely, soaking the dildo and my fingers. The sweet nectar dripped down to her ass, easing my movements.
"Da-hee."
"Yes?"
"Then why marry that guy?"
I pulled my finger out, focusing on the dildo's steady rhythm. Her breathing grew ragged. After what felt like forever—my arm burning—she finally came, shuddering violently.
And in that moment, I realized:
This was our future.
"Because you're... good to me."
I smiled faintly.
"Good to you? What good? I'm a worthless bastard with no skills, pimping out his pretty girlfriend to other men just to get his rocks off."
Unexpectedly, Da-hee refuted that.
"That's why I like it more, now."
My real cock went fully erect.
"You like that?"
"Yes."
"You want to get pounded by other cocks for the rest of your life?"
"Yes."
"So our Da-hee's a rag?"
"Yes."
This time, I straightened Da-hee's folded legs and let her feel the slow piston of the dildo reciprocating for a long while. All while she held my cock, of course. Before I knew it, we'd slipped out of the role-play, and Da-hee was gripping my cock, degrading me.
"It's small."
"Hey, I'm at least average."
"I don't know about average, but honestly, out of all the men I've seen, your cock is the smallest, oppa."
Her hand, gripping my cock, clenched and unclenched, coaxing my excitement.
"That's why you keep wanting to pass me around to other men. Because you want to see me get excited and feel orgasms while having sex with a big cock."
"Yeah."
Her thumb, from the hand gripping my cock, stroked my glans. Sssip. I barely held back a drool and thrust the dildo inside Da-hee's pussy with even more rhythm. As if it were Kang Seong-yeol's cock pounding into her.
"Oppa."
"Da-hee."
"You first."
We'd called each other at the same time. Da-hee, still with her eyes closed, spoke.
"I feel so good right now. You know? With my eyes closed, I'm imagining that Kang Seong-yeol is putting it inside me. Through the dildo you're shaking."
As she said that, Da-hee shook my cock and stroked the glans. I endured my toes curling involuntarily and answered.
"That's hot."
"I think I'm crazy too. It's more stimulating than having sex with you, oppa, imagining getting fucked by another man while being pounded by this dildo."
My breath grew heavier. Da-hee continued.
"I have no excuse even if you call me a rag... but honestly, I was really disappointed in you at first."
"When?"
"The first time I slept with you."
Ah... This sex right now, being thoroughly denounced by Da-hee while she squeezed my cock with her hand and a dildo evoking another man pounded her pussy, was already melting my brain.
"Min-ho was good at sex. He knew a lot of older girls, and he cheated on me quite a bit behind my back. He had a lot of experience because women threw themselves at him."
"Ah..."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"After you went to the army, I was really, really heartbroken, but after sleeping with Min-ho... I even thought maybe it was a relief I didn't end up with you."
"Ah..."
"I felt an orgasm my first time, ah... right there, keep... I'm a woman."
Da-hee twisted her body slightly, wanting the spot the dildo was touching to be stimulated more intensely. And the hand gripping my cock moved even more skillfully. Sweat beaded on her hand, making it more stimulating.
"But like this, huff, being with you, oppa... dating you now is good, ah. So good..."
Da-hee's breath gradually became ragged. After being shaken and squeezed for a long while after that, my own time for ejaculation was slowly approaching.
"Oppa."
"Yeah."
"But I have, ahng, just one wish."
"What is it?"
"Only you can grant this."
"What is it?"
"My sex fantasy, huff... the final boss..."
What was she trying to say? And around then, my dildo pressed deeply and softly against the end of Da-hee's cervix, and then, somewhere around it, as her uterus lifted slightly and the dildo inserted deeply towards the back, Da-hee's body bounced up as if spring-loaded, and she gritted her teeth.
"I..."
"Yeah."
"It's a fantasy you created, oppa. My responsibility... hngg"
Da-hee's body trembled finely. The dildo lodged in her pussy was being squeezed so tightly it wouldn't budge. How much immense pleasure must the men who purely sent Da-hee to orgasm with the physicality of their cocks have enjoyed through the onahole that is Da-hee?
"I... actually..."
"Yeah."
"I want to marry you, oppa..."
"Yeah."
"The baby..."
Ah...
"I want to have another man's baby. A genetically superior man's."
"Aaah."
It was a story we'd often shared during sex, but I finally realized it.
Da-hee's words, "I want to marry you, oppa, but receive another man's seed and have his baby," were truly her inclination, her sex fantasy, and her wish. I grabbed my cock, swollen to the point of bursting, tossed the dildo aside, and climbed onto Da-hee's post-orgasm body.
"Huff."
Da-hee, deeply lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, her body trembling, trembling finely. There was no reaction at all when I inserted, but when I lightly touched her clit, she flinched, and her vaginal walls clenched, gripping my cock. Haa, this honey-like, bitch-pussy of Da-hee's, full of warm, sticky female ejaculatory fluid.
I just want to pour curses at her like crazy. Dirty slut, dog-like bitch, fucking whore, bitch who deserves to die, bitch in heat, shit-rag slut, cunt-whore, tramp! And she's as lovely as those curses.
"Da-hee."
But Da-hee couldn't answer, just flinching and trembling finely. How stimulating must the pleasure have been, to candidly and sincerely vomit out her fantasy to me—'marrying me and living sweetly, but wanting to be impregnated and give birth to the child of a superior man who satisfies her'—so honestly that her sincerity reached even me, her boyfriend?
If the human brain were like a machine, her brain circuits might have already burned out.
I slowly, very slowly touched her clit, prolonging her afterglow.
"Ah-hu."
Da-hee flinched, reaching her hand down to stop my additional stimulation, but as my cock, swollen to bursting, moved slightly, Da-hee flinched a little and then meekly admitted, "Oppa, you're kind of abnormally big today."
Maybe because I'd met Kang Seong-yeol and confirmed Da-hee's truly pure sincerity, my cock felt genuinely bigger than usual. Enough that Da-hee's pussy felt a little tight.
"I'm going to cum inside today. Just understand this once."
"No, oppa."
Honestly, it was really too hard to hold back today.
"I really, really want to creampie you, Da-hee."
"No, oppa, really."
"Why?"
"I'm on my dangerous days today."
But I just pressed my cock gguuuuuuk as deep as possible into Da-hee's vagina. Da-hee, her lips sealed in a straight line, slowly accepted the pleasure. Ah, fucking whore, so lewd.
"Anyway, if that bastard Seong-yeol had taken you today, you would've taken his creampie."
At my words, Da-hee just said, "Yeah," honestly.
"Still, my seed is no good?"
"No."
Ah, hearing even those words made my cock twitch even more. It felt like my brain was melting.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah."
"Alright, instead, can I cum in your ass?"
Da-hee pondered for a long moment, then said, "Do that. But it's dirty. I didn't even do an enema," even as she spread her legs. To insert into her anus from the missionary position, I placed a pillow under Da-hee's hips and hooked her legs in a V-shape over my neck.
"Going in."
"Ah..."
Da-hee gulped.
Over nearly two minutes, slowly, I spat a copious amount of saliva onto my cock as a substitute for lubricant, then inserted it into Da-hee's anus.
"It hurts..."
This was the first time putting my cock in Da-hee's ass. I'd put my fingers in quite a bit, and Kang Tae-yang had surely used her ass until he was sick of it. Maybe because of that, it wasn't as tight as I expected.
"Da-hee."
"Slo, slowly."
For the first time, I'm digging into my girlfriend's ass, which other men have used until they were sick of it. Ah, this feeling. Compared to her vagina, it certainly didn't provide tremendous pleasure, but the pressure from Da-hee's sphincter squeezing the base of my cock was immense.
"Ah, fuck, so good."
Then, I said what I'd been meaning to say earlier, the answer to what Da-hee had said.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah."
Slowly, I moved my cock buried in Da-hee's shit-hole. The sense of conquest was enormous. Yeah, using her asshole like this once before handing Da-hee over to another bastard seemed like a good thing.
"I have something to say too, my real fantasy."
"Yeah, gentler."
"Okay."
Even slower, very slowly, Da-hee's sphincter, round like her lips, bit down on my cock, and I felt like I was thrusting my cock in and out of those 'lips.' Da-hee's expression was so pleasurable and delicious.
"Da-hee."
"Yeah."
"Alright. I'll marry you, and you'll have the child of the man who satisfies you the most."
"Thank you."
Who in this world could understand our conversation right now?
"But."
"Yeah?"
"I want it to be more stimulating."
"How?"
"The night before the wedding, you sleep with that man."
As if a switch had been flipped, Da-hee lifted her head at those words, let out an "Ah..." and immediately moaned, starting to rub her own clit and pussy. The movement of her hand against my stomach felt stimulating.
"And."
"Yeah."
"Let's go on the honeymoon as three. That man acts like your husband."
"Ah, fuck..."
Was it the sense of immorality? Da-hee's body trembled finely once more, feeling pleasure. Her shit-hole twitched, squeezing my cock terrifyingly again. I felt like I might cum soon too.
"I'll just be attending to you two."
"Yeah, oppa, you be my and Seong-yeol's sex slave."
"Yeah, and..."
Twitch. Twitch-twitch, flutter-flutter, twitch! Da-hee's anus squeezed my cock again. A massive orgasm, bigger than the one before, was coming. Da-hee's fluttering anus and her vaginal hole ceaselessly leaking female ejaculatory fluid.
"I'll keep sucking your pussy, full of another man's semen."
"Ah, so good, oppa."
"And I'll suck the dirty semen juice of another man from your ass, stuffed full of cum too."
"Ah..."
"And just like that, you and Seong-yeol, make a honeymoon baby."
At the words 'honeymoon baby,' Da-hee arched her back like a bow. And my cock, inserted deepest, finally fired its semen into Da-hee's anus.
Gguk gguk, gguruk pyut pyut gguuuk ppuk pup pyuuk.
With a slight sound of air escaping her ass, almost like a fart, I grabbed Da-hee's waist and emptied all my semen into her anus. My semen would mix with the shit in her rectum. I suddenly thought that if I couldn't even bring myself to suck out my own, it would be really too dirty if I actually had to suck Seong-yeol's semen from Da-hee's ass.
Anyway, Da-hee, having felt an orgasm at the words 'honeymoon baby,' smiled brightly and reached her hand out to me again.
"Oppa."
"What?"
"Today was the best out of all the days I've been with you."
Rag-slut.
I roughly wiped between her thighs, where an incredible amount of liquid was gushing from both her pussy and ass, with a towel, then cleaned her with tissue. Da-hee said, "I need to wash," but perhaps too exhausted, she just closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.
I didn't particularly want to wake her from her deep sleep, so I roughly cleaned up the towel and tissue stained with brownish semen and wiped Da-hee's lower body with a wet wipe.
There, it's done now.
Da-hee has been perfectly completed into a rag of my exact taste. A precious slut. What woman in the world would understand all my tastes like this woman? Actually getting pregnant with another man's child and raising it—there's no need to mention how truly insane that is. But conversely, if that were impossible, wouldn't a terrible dissatisfaction remain in a corner of my heart no matter what marriage I had?
'I don't know.'
For now, I've just tasted extreme pleasure, and my heart pounds with the anticipation that I'll be able to taste even greater pleasure. Actually, I'm a step crazier than Da-hee. I want us to be a couple only legally, and for Da-hee to live with me as if she were another man's wife.
And I want to live as their slave.
< Continued >