The Business Department Wants to Dispose of Defective Stock - Part 10
"If you do that, there's no point in punishing you. You're really something, senior. Alright, this time I'll punish you properly, so stick your butt out and lower your upper body. Quickly now."
Terrified of getting spanked on the butt again, I lowered my torso and thrust my hips up as high as I could.
I had already come four times in a row, but Eunbi showed no sign of letting up.
"Good. I'll start thrusting now. Keep that cat pose."
"Then… go easy…"
The moment she grabbed my waist with a firm 'squeeze,' fear began creeping in.
That huge thing was going into my asshole…?
She lifted one of my bound legs.
Because the skirt was so short, raising one leg left my thoroughly soaked rear hole completely exposed.
"S-so embarrassing…"
"Hmph, why are you acting shy now? You've been showing it off plenty already."
That was then. After coming four times, my head had cleared enough for the sheer shame of the situation to become unbearable.
Ears burning red, I hung my head and quietly waited for Eunbi's strap-on to enter me.
Legs spread like a crab, women's panties, a lewd skirt. And my backdoor and cock, both glistening with slick fluids.
My entire body still trembled from the lingering ecstasy of having climaxed just from being spanked.
Seeing me like this seemed to excite Eunbi; her breathing grew rough.
A single drop of semen beaded at my tip and fell onto the bathroom tile. Taking that as her signal, Eunbi drove her strap-on straight into my rear.
"Nngh…!"
A moan tore from my throat. At the same time, my insides clenched tight around her, the head pressing firmly against my prostate.
Because she had already loosened me thoroughly with the dildo, my hole accepted the large strap-on without much pain.
Even so, the pleasure was so intense I felt like I might come for the fifth time if I let my guard down for even a second.
"Look at you—an untouched virgin who has never had sex, a premature ejaculator, and now your backdoor virginity was taken before your front. Congratulations on losing your virginity to me first, senior!"
"Hngh, ah… ah…!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Haa… haa…"
Eunbi seemed quite strained herself. Even as she moved vigorously, her hips rocked at a measured pace.
She must have leaned forward, because I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my back. They were far too big.
With sharp, rhythmic sounds, Eunbi thrust earnestly.
The slower pace somehow made the pleasure even more torturously sweet. My inner walls clung to her strap-on as if refusing to ever let go.
"Still, it feels good having sex with your junior, doesn't it? Well, this isn't really sex—I'm just one-sidedly pounding you, so it's more like rape. Getting your ass-pussy taken while being raped by me suits you perfectly, senior!"
"Hngh, ngh…!"
Every time she spanked my butt lightly while thrusting, a shiver raced from my rear all the way up to the nape of my neck.
"Ah, haa, aaah, hngh… haaang!"
"You really do like getting spanked, don't you? Such a masochistic pervert."
"Th-that's not… hngh…!"
"How should I break that stubborn pride of yours?"
At that moment, the head of her strap-on grazed a particularly sensitive spot deep inside. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through my entire body, making me tremble violently.
"Heh. Found it. Your weak point."
"Ugh, not there…!"
"I'll pound your prostate plenty, so squeeze down properly with that hole."
She gripped my waist again and began relentlessly grinding her tip against my prostate while thrusting powerfully.
Slap, slap, slap!
The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly through the bathroom.
"Hngh, ah, ngh… haa… hah, hah, aaah!!"
"Senior, I'll keep tormenting your prostate until you admit you love cross-dressing, love getting spanked, and love having your backdoor pounded. So hurry up and drop the act!"
Eunbi was drenched in sweat and clearly exhausted, yet she kept bucking her hips, driving the strap-on deep while mercilessly stimulating my prostate.
Overwhelmed by unbearable pleasure and a sense of utter fulfillment, I finally broke and spoke exactly as she wanted.
"Haaah! Stop! Nngh… yes… it feels good…!"
"No, say it properly yourself! Tell me exactly what feels good!"
"Aah… ngh… I like being forced to cross-dress by Eunbi, getting spanked on the butt, and having my backdoor pounded…! So please stop now! I'm gonna come…!"
"Then go ahead and come. Shoot it all out—pyu-shu, pyu-shu!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Gush, gush.
Following the rhythm of Eunbi's thrusts, my dangling cock sprayed thick ropes of semen onto the women's restroom floor.
Even though it was my fifth orgasm, the amount seemed even greater than the first.
"C-coming… ah… from just my backdoor… hngh…"
Once she had milked every last drop, my balls felt completely empty and my cock ached.
I had shown an utterly pathetic sight no man would ever want a pretty girl to see—again and again.
Eunbi seemed too tired to continue. She untied the tape around my ankles and thighs, then went to the sink to wash her hands and body.
The moment the tape came off, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the tile floor, hands still bound to the drainpipe.
My wrists hurt so much I wished she would remove the handcuffs soon, but Eunbi was busy cleaning herself.
The lingering heat still smoldering inside me made me want to curl up, yet these damned handcuffs left me unable to cover my body with my arms.
After such an unspeakable act, the moment of release felt even more humiliating than being spanked or pegged.
Once she finished washing, Eunbi turned off the faucet, opened her bag, and took out my pants.
I dared to hope she might give them back, but of course that was impossible.
She only fished my phone out of the pocket before stuffing the pants back into the bag.
Then she brought the phone to my bound hand and easily unlocked it with my fingerprint.
"Hehe~ Senior! Is this all you have in your contacts? Just Dad, Mom, and your little sister… You really have no friends? Not even from the club or the military?"
"That's none of your business…"
"Well… you look so pitiful it makes me want to cry, so I'll be your friend. Actually, more like your owner."
"Get lost…"
"You wouldn't mind if I sent that five-time ejaculation video to your family and posted it on EveryTime, would you?"
"Hic!"
"And not just that—I have this too."
Beep.
『Aah… ngh… I like being forced to cross-dress by Eunbi, getting spanked on the butt, and having my backdoor pounded…!』
"How is it? The recording came out nicely, right? Anyone would recognize your voice."
"You recorded and filmed everything…?"
"Of course~ But don't worry too much. If you listen to me from now on, I'll delete it all."
Hearing that only made me more anxious…
"Oh, your wrists must hurt. I'll unlock them now."
Click.
The moment the handcuffs came off, I rubbed my wrists to ease the pain.
While I sat modestly on the bathroom floor, glancing nervously at Eunbi, she slung her bag over her shoulder and prepared to leave the women's restroom.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, so rest well over the weekend. I'll see you Monday. If I go to the club room next week and you're not there, I'll assume it's fine to release the video. Today was fun~"
"A-are you really not giving my clothes back…?"
"They're my clothes now, remember?"
Left alone in the unfamiliar women's restroom, I stared blankly at her retreating figure.
The door closed with a soft click that echoed through the empty space.
I tried to chase after her, but my legs wouldn't move. I couldn't step into the hallway looking like this.
The stares I had received during the outdoor shoot flashed through my mind. The thought of facing them again drained the strength from my legs.
I was left alone in the women's restroom.
It was quiet. Only the fluorescent lights hummed. The exhaust fan whirred. Water dripped from the faucet. Nothing else.
The locked stall door bothered me a little, but there was probably no one inside.
I looked at the mirror above the sink.
A woman wearing a long wig, makeup, and a frilly outfit stained with semen and lube stared back at me.
A large white stain had spread across the front of her clothes.
Her eyes were red, her lips trembled, and a sticky fluid trickled down between her legs.
That woman was me.
After standing there blankly for a while, I finally began to move.
I pulled out a paper towel, turned on the faucet, and carefully wiped the semen from my clothes.
Tap, tap. Tap, tap.
I dabbed at the stains. I had heard somewhere that rubbing would only spread them further. I wasn't sure why I knew that.
No matter how much I wiped, the stains only faded; they never disappeared completely.
Faint white marks remained, like scars left on my pride.
I threw away the wet towel and used a fresh one to absorb the moisture.
I repeated the process.
Hands that no longer felt like my own—adorned with pink nail tips—wet the towels, wiped, dried. Wet, wiped, dried.
How long had I been standing there?
When I checked my phone, it was already past seven. The sun was beginning to set.
I needed to go home.
But how?
Looking like this?
Long wig, made-up face, semen-stained frilly skirt, women's shoes.
I would have to ride the subway, take the bus, and walk through crowds all the way to my front door.
Strength drained from my body. I leaned against the sink and slowly sank to the floor.
The cold tile touched my bare thighs. The short skirt spread out beneath me. When I looked up, the fluorescent light stabbed my eyes.
What on earth was I supposed to do now…?