#31 The Girl Who Wants to Leave (3)
1. What if Seohae had never grown numb to the end.
Even knowing it was meaningless, Yuchan still imagined the possibility. To him, Seohae was a difficult opponent. Every time he felt that tickling sensation in his chest that she stirred, he had no choice but to harbor anger. If she had consistently shown that unyielding strength, Yuchan wouldn't have been able to conquer her like this. He would have either killed her in a fit of rage or turned tail and fled.
The fragile balance they had tenuously maintained tipped completely toward Yuchan on the day she surrendered her body to him. That's when he realized it: the seemingly impregnable little girl was no different from the others. No matter how tough or noble she pretended to be, she was just a frail human craving the warmth of another. In the end, Seohae gave up on changing him—for fear that when the time came for her to leave, he might end up hurt. For fear that her attempts to reform him would drive away the only Yuchan left by her side.
The Seohae who had gazed at encroaching death while extolling the beauty of life and the value of all things spiritual was gone. Through intercourse, Yuchan had fixated her on base pleasures; through perverse, violent dirty talk, he had numbed her delicate sensibilities. At least to him, Seohae was nothing special. To put it precisely, she was just prey to devour without savoring.
“Kyaa! S-startled me... What are you doing!”
When Yuchan lightly smacked the wobbling ass of Seohae, who was tottering ahead, she let out a small scream and jumped.
“It's fun.”
“This? I'm dying of anxiety here...”
Yuchan and Seohae were strolling together down a pitch-black hallway. He marveled anew at how eerie a school became once the lights went out and people vanished. The only unusual detail was that Seohae wore nothing but flip-flops, not a stitch of clothing otherwise. She walked cautiously, hunching her chest and body anxiously, her round hips swaying side to side. It was a minor thrill after confirming no CCTV or motion sensors were active.
Seohae hadn't suddenly developed exhibitionism; her naked parade through the halls was due to her contract with Yuchan. His demands: stroll the school naked, be my bitch today, and let me take plenty of videos and photos. Despite the vague, perverted requests, she had complied without hesitation.
“I've only seen stuff like this in porn...”
“How's it feel doing it yourself?”
“Chilly. Especially around my crotch.”
Seohae shivered exaggeratedly, replying in a playful tone. To keep up with Yuchan's twisted tastes, she'd scoured porn sites she'd never touched before, researching endlessly.
“Seriously, asking for this—are you sane?”
Exposure and humiliation play had naturally come up, but she'd never dreamed she'd actually do it.
“You wanted high school life, didn't you? That's why I brought you.”
“How's wandering a school naked at night 'high school life'?”
Seohae grumbled in dissatisfaction, but she wouldn't refuse in the end. She knew that herself, so her rebellion amounted to mild muttering. Besides, she had no room to fuss over trivialities. Even after all his groping, she'd never been exposed like this before. Skipping straight to such bizarre demands from him left her on the verge of panic. What if someone was still around? What if someone glimpsed her pathetic state through a first-floor window? The shame burned. Yet at the same time, she discovered an inexplicable thrill she couldn't explain to herself—not anxiety over being seen, but the liberation of shedding her everyday clothes and facing the outside air bare-skinned.
“When else would you get to do this if not with me? Think of it as a good experience before you die.”
“Then why are you still dressed?”
“Today, I'm your master. You're my bitch. It'd be weird for the owner to strip for a walk.”
“Your logic's even weirder...”
Yuchan offered no real persuasion, just glib excuses, but Seohae had her reasons too. Killing someone was a high-risk, no-reward act that could ruin him. For the man who'd grant her final breath at her request, she'd indulge any absurd, shameful demand.
“Fair enough. I did agree to do whatever you say today.”
She nodded, convincing herself. Whatever he commands... She could say that lightly only because she had no idea his limits. Otherwise, she wouldn't dare such reckless words.
“Come this way?”
Yuchan pointed to an empty classroom. Seohae, seeming more accustomed to her nudity now, scampered inside with quick steps.
2. Even knowing no one was around, Seohae peered about cautiously for a long moment before entering. Through the back door, she saw lockers gleaming pale in the moonlight, rows of desks stretching out. She'd never come this far into a classroom that morning, so her eyes sparkled as she caressed each desk's edge.
A dimly lit classroom and a naked girl not wearing a single thread. The mere sight conjured a delicious sense of taboo. Moonlight grazed Seohae's hair, making it shimmer like silver. It was breathtakingly beautiful, enough to stop one's breath. Yuchan silently observed her back as she explored.
Since she'd asked, he'd kill her, of course. He wanted no more entanglement, and he was curious about the expression she'd really wear facing death.
“It's... kinda, you know.”
Seohae spun around to face him. This classroom was one of the things she'd given up. If she killed herself through him, she'd never experience school life again. A bittersweet look crossed her face.
“Why bring me here?”
“No special reason. Just picked a spot guaranteed empty.”
His curt tone, same as always, gave her pause. It might be a laughable delusion to him, but a possibility flickered: maybe Yuchan hoped showing her the school she'd longed for would make her withdraw her request?
“Why?”
She stared intently at his face but couldn't read him. Unlike his early awkwardness, his mind was now an impenetrable fortress. All she could do was speculate vaguely, like anyone else.
“Nothing.”
It really was nothing. Even if he harbored such hopes bringing her here, it wouldn't sway her resolve. Shaking her head, she leaned on a desk. Whatever his true intent, his immediate desire was clear. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stripped her.
She bent forward, arching her back to thrust her ass toward him. This doggy-style pose, like beasts mating, was her favorite. His chest covering her back let her feel his ragged breath and arousal, while using both arms to brace herself fulfilled her secret craving to be utterly helpless against him.
“So, we're doing it in the classroom? Never properly went to high school, and my first rebellion's something delinquents would do.”
She glanced back with a cheeky remark, but he just stood arms crossed. Not enough stimulation. She spread one ass cheek wide. In this position, it inevitably exposed her glistening pussy. Grabbing her inner thigh's labia too made the pink flesh peek open.
“Why're you just standing there, mister?”
Yuchan scanned the room and found a desk at the right height.
“Seohae.”
“Yes?”
“Masturbate on the desk.”
“Huh?”
He tapped one in front of her puzzled face.
“Putting it in a dry pussy hurts. Get yourself wet first—didn't you get that?”
His voice was cold, merciless. But he didn't scare her. She'd learned his sadism and BDSM tendencies through sex. Just play along like roleplay, and she'd get into it once aroused. Nothing unusual.
“I... I could, but.”
She eyed the desk he tapped. But how with that?
“How do I...?”
She looked up with big eyes, her voice husky with sensuality—not overtly lewd, but proof of how thoroughly she'd been dyed by his color.
Yuchan approached, gripping her ass roughly.
“Seohae, you promised to obey today, right?”
“Y-yeah... I've been good... Ah!”
He pressed against her, sweeping her breasts from below. Pinching her pert nipples made the soft flesh harden instantly. In the quiet, her gulp was loud.
“Naked walk... spreading legs... I'm doing good... Eek... right?”
“Today, I want to see you plenty embarrassed.”
He pushed her hips until her clit grazed the desk's edge, then rocked her body gently back and forth. Her nub rubbed naturally.
“Ngh... Kut...”
The MDF desk's rounded, coated edge—for safety—was smooth and firm, stimulating her cute sprout painlessly.
“I want to film you in heat, masturbating on a desk. It'll make a great memory.”
“I... I can do it...”
Deeply shameful, but doable. Even as he stepped back with the camera, she thought so.
“Explain clearly what you're doing first.”
“Okay. You always make me do weird stuff...”
Yuchan started recording and nodded.
“Ugh... Ah...”
Knowing her debauched state was being captured made her flush. Honestly, she'd refuse anyone else.
“Really doing this...?”
“Recording. Start.”
Just making memories. No need to overthink. Forcing resolve, she smiled shyly at the camera.
“Um, ri-right now... I'm gonna masturbate naked in the classroom.”
She knew his preferred dirty talk. The viler, the harder and stiffer he'd fuck her later.
“Film Seohae rubbing her clit on the desk edge... to get her pussy hole wet...”
A girl whose looks screamed innocence began masturbating with whoreish words. Uploading this would etch a milestone in Korean revenge porn history: Desk-Edge Masturbation Girl.
Slowly, Seohae ground her protruding sprout—peeking from her slit—against the desk.