#21 Venting, Exposure Training (3)
Seohyun, who had been sneaking glances at Park Director while he kept his head bowed low, let out a relieved sigh. “Feels like a weight’s been lifted off my chest.”
But Yuchan didn’t utter a word, simply walking ahead of her in silence. Seohyun’s briefly buoyant mood sank just as quickly. She’d forgotten for a moment in the thrill of satisfaction, but even Yuchan was far from her ally. If anything, he was trash even worse than Park Director. Still, she had no intention of just taking it lying down. Since she couldn’t shake him off anyway, she’d figured she might as well use him for all he was worth—that bold idea had led her to arrange the meeting between Park Director and Yuchan on purpose. Catch a bastard with another bastard, right?
The moment they climbed into the SUV parked at Ilsan Station’s lot, a heavy voice rumbled low. His eyes, meeting hers, gleamed with menace, like hands closing around her throat. “What the hell was that?”
“W-what?”
“Who did I tell you to bring?”
“You already know everything about me, so why pretend? I figured you knew Park Director was coming too.”
She hadn’t even considered whether Yuchan knew or not. She’d blurted it out as an excuse only because his vibe felt off. She hadn’t expected him to care this much.
Yuchan was irritated. It was something he could brush off as trivial, but he knew even the tiniest crack could lead to significant errors. And yet, his anger flared more easily than usual—perhaps the emotion from that morning was carrying over with momentum.
“He’s just some clueless guy. He kept hitting on me, and it was annoying... You use me too, so this much should be fine, right?”
Seohyun pushed back defiantly, staking her position. It was true Yuchan kept tabs on her sporadically, but he didn’t monitor her every move with constant surveillance. He had his own tasks: reviewing footage from the four security cameras at home to check for intruders, preparing student counseling records for next month’s sessions. She didn’t seem to think he’d specifically clocked their relationship, but showing her with anyone besides Nayae to a third party felt off. This calls for due punishment. And to think she still plotted to turn the tables on him even after being crushed like that. True to her haughty features, she wasn’t one to break easily.
“You pulled a stunt without permission, so brace yourself for the consequences.”
“For this? Isn’t that a bit petty for a guy who blackmails and rapes women half his age?”
“Rape? That’s a strong word. You spread your legs voluntarily to protect Nayae, didn’t you?”
“What kind of bullshit is that...”
He had no intention of reasoning with words, just spinning sophistry, and Seohyun clicked her tongue in disbelief. It had been less than a week since she became his slave, so her self-awareness was still lacking. Yuchan pulled over to the shoulder.
“Strip.”
No sooner had the word left his mouth than Seohyun’s eyes narrowed in contempt, glaring daggers at him. Yuchan was excluded from the men who sparked her sexual interest, and with all her weaknesses in his grasp, her feelings toward him were at rock bottom.
“Here? Everyone outside can see.”
“Shut up and strip if I tell you to.”
She hadn’t watched him long, but this was the first time she’d heard him speak so emotionally, always so composed before. The air crackled with dangerous killing intent, making Seohyun hesitate and start gauging his mood.
Since that night, every message he’d sent had been perfectly normal and polite, so she’d almost forgotten. He was a villain who forced perversions from fantasy into reality, showing no mercy for her circumstances. How arrogant she’d been, thinking she could play him. Cold sweat beaded on her skin from the shock.
It was rush hour near the station shoulder. Pedestrians thronged the sidewalk, and cars crawled slowly in the next lane. Anyone paying a little attention would see right through to Seohyun naked in the passenger seat.
“3, 2, 1...”
“I can’t!”
At Yuchan’s merciless countdown, Seohyun screamed and squeezed her eyes shut. No matter how he’d defiled her body, exposing herself to strangers was another matter entirely. She couldn’t imagine what he’d do, but better to be dragged home and punished for disobedience than this.
“...”
She learned then that silence was far more terrifying than a half-hearted reply. She cracked her eyes open to peek at him. Contrary to her fears, Yuchan was grinning wickedly. Goosebumps prickled her skin. She realized her choice to dodge the immediate crisis had been a mistake.
Yuchan held the powerful card of Nayae to force her obedience, yet he avoided mentioning her, pressuring her quietly to prevent the threat from growing stale. No matter how fearsome the blackmail, it lost edge with repetition. Silence bred imagination, crafting fresh, novel terror.
As Yuchan predicted, defiance drained from Seohyun’s eyes.
“Okay, I’ll do it... That’s all, right...”
She fumbled hastily with the buttons of her navy blouse. A pristine wireless bra emerged, chosen to avoid showing under her shooting outfit. She glanced at Yuchan again to gauge his intent, but his gaze didn’t waver.
“Fucking asshole...”
The SUV’s passenger seat was spacious enough for casual sex, but still cramped for undressing. Unbuckling her seatbelt, Seohyun began peeling off her clothes slowly, warily scanning outside. It was cute, her guarded expression. In truth, the heavy tinting Yuchan had added for occasional car sex meant her nudity was safe from passersby unless they pressed right up to the window. She hadn’t noticed the tint, and no need to point it out.
As she shrugged off the blouse and tried to huddle, Yuchan warned her. “Don’t hunch over. Show off that proud naked body to others too.”
“Don’t I have to take off the skirt too?!”
Seohyun yelped, her face flushing crimson. Undressing was routine—part of daily life, and over fifty wardrobe changes on shoots. But this was a roadside car, not private. Only the car’s thin frame and transparent glass shielded her exposed upper body. Even just topless, terror surged every time someone passed, wondering if they’d glance her way. Her breath caught in her throat.
With trembling hands, she unzipped the side of her thigh-length red checkered skirt and slid it down to her knees.
“Hoo... haa...”
Her quickened breaths from tension and the rustle of fabric on leather seats cut clearly through the outer noise. Fresh from the shoot, her full makeup couldn’t hide her flushed face. Not just her face—her skin glowed red everywhere, like she’d been drinking.
“C-can’t you let me off just this once?”
Seohyun, who’d bitten back pride to silently shed her blouse, finally surrendered, tears welling as shame overwhelmed her. Her tail was tucked now, like a whipped dog, mixing formal and casual speech no more.
“Should I honk?”
“No, no...”
His hand hovered lightly on the wheel, and she shook her head frantically. A sudden honk from a parked car would draw eyes, skyrocketing the odds of her underwear-clad exposure.
“Fine, I’ll spare the bra. Just lose the panties.”
“R-really?”
Going fully nude inside the car, the upper body would draw the most eyes. Her lower half was shielded by the door. Normally she’d freak out, but desperate Seohyun took it as small mercy. Yuchan nodded, and she kicked off her shoes, yanking down her panties.
The leather seat felt cooler and smoother against bare skin than expected.
“Hand them over.”
Yuchan snatched the panties from her hand roughly. As she shyly tucked her arms at her sides, he flaunted the white fabric, inspecting it thoroughly. Like the bra, seamless for tight clothes. Still warm from her body. Spreading the crotch, the fabric looked pristine.
“White, but cleaner than I thought.”
“Of course... Satisfied now? Can I get dressed? Please?”
She hadn’t used the bathroom today, and her natural low discharge meant no stains, but worry gnawed. Relieved inwardly, she reached for her blouse in the glove compartment.
“Keep the clothes off and climb to the back seat.”
“What?”
“Stop questioning. After that stunt, do I look like the type to indulge you?”
She’d thought it was over, but what now? Trembling with anxiety, Seohyun crawled awkwardly through the gap to the driver’s side. At least the SUV’s small rear window minimized rear exposure risk.
“Eek!”
“Stay like that.”
Seohyun yelped at the sudden grip. Upper body on the back seat, lower on the passenger side, Yuchan’s hand seized her pale, round ass. Unlike huddled before, panty-less cheeks now rose to his shoulder level, visible through the front windshield. He pried one cheek aside; her glossy pussy winked pink, moist from constant inner secretions, though not drenched.
“Ah... it hurts!”
He slipped in a finger. Not wet enough, as expected. Seohyun’s normal libido wouldn’t slicken under this tension from soft exposure play alone. No matter. Like enchanting a game weapon, Yuchan would imbue her with attributes to his taste, one by one. Today was step one.
Ignoring the dry mucosa clinging to his finger, he stirred roughly. Wetting her first was mercy for her sake.
Squelch! Squelch!
After a minute of swirling inside, prodding her G-spot, wet sounds emanated from her pussy. A skillful touch different from Nayae’s. Nayae coaxed same-sex arousal considering her body; Yuchan’s drew from vast experience taming females.
“I’ll cum from behind... let go... please...”
Horrified at her lewd arousal in such a vulnerable state, Seohyun begged desperately. Her mind was at its limit; her pounding heart felt ready to burst.
Yuchan released her ass, and she scrambled to the back seat, fearing worse pranks. Nearly prone, she shivered violently, exhaustion crashing in as tension eased.
Yuchan eyed her, rummaging the glove box. He pulled out the purple strap-on dildo from Nayae’s place.
Probably just masturbate with that, she hoped, suppressing unease. But Yuchan leaned into the back, attaching it to the center of the side window facing the sidewalk.
“No way...”
Seohyun stared at the bobbing dildo, its elastic sway mocking her. Yuchan delivered the cruel verdict.
“Get on all fours like a dog, no hands—fuck yourself on it. Cum once, and you can dress.”
Her expression was that of someone hearing an asteroid would hit Earth in an hour, dooming humanity.
The window-mounted dildo. Using it would expose everything outside. As shock silenced her, Yuchan added, “You pick ass or pussy. Cum quicker, less chance of eyes on you.”
It was mockery, not salvation.
“You climbed the ladder? Time to pay the price.”