#22 Misaligned Hearts 1
The bustling streets teemed with people. For the young folks in Ilsan Dong-gu who didn't head to Seoul, this district was the spot—packed with foot traffic. Drunks spilling out from bars to smoke, hand-holding couples, even passersby picking fights. Amid the neon lights, a chaotic clamor bloomed like something out of a fever dream, rattling empty cans.
On the edge of the crowded sidewalk walked Yuchan and Seohyun—a striking pair that drew eyes from every direction. Men stared at Seohyun, women at Yuchan. While Yuchan strolled leisurely, Seohyun took shaky steps like a newborn fawn.
Yuchan had ordered her to walk the busy streets near the park wearing nothing but a coat over her bare skin. An absurd demand on its own. People bumped shoulders constantly here. One slip of the coat or a stumble, and Seohyun's body would be fully exposed.
He'd dismissed her protests with a single word—"punishment"—and gone further, adding extra torment.
Bzzzzt...
"Ngh..."
A fierce vibration between her legs made Seohyun rub her inner thighs instinctively. That was why she kept lagging behind. Yuchan had stuffed rotors into both her pussy and ass—pink wired ones with varied patterns. Using leather belts, he'd strapped the remotes to her thighs, one each.
Which meant operating them while walking through this crowd was impossible. To use a remote, she'd have to lift her coat, expose her pale thighs entirely, and pluck it from high on her leg.
"Hah!"
Stinging jolts front and back made her clutch Yuchan's sleeve. Her unsteady gait let the rotor straps slap against her thighs. Her pussy, soaked like floodwaters, dripped honey down her legs in thick drops.
Every sexual pleasure Seohyun had known came with two conditions: silence and privacy. No sounds, no eyes. Common sense—masturbation happened out of sight.
So this—raw lust scraping her crotch amid crowds and noise—felt utterly alien. Familiar ecstasy hit differently now. The brutal vibrations shook her fragile petals, assaulting her from both ends. Her whole body turned hypersensitive; even her taut nipples rasped vividly against the fabric.
"This is enough already... Let me go home..."
"We haven't even done half the distance."
"I can't... I can't anymore..."
Yuchan steadied her trembling body with a hand on her waist. He watched her eyes, once dry with shock, now glisten. Her melted gaze held fear and dread—but beneath, sensuality flickered.
Did Seohyun know her expression? Parading naked under a coat with two rotors stuffed inside, it was far too lascivious.
All fetishes were learned. In 1966, British researcher Rahman conditioned subjects to get hard from boot photos by pairing them with nude women. Crude by modern ethics, but why couldn't Yuchan do the same?
Anxiety of exposure before crowds, rewarded with pleasure. Link the two, and an exhibitionist kink forms easily. Of course, breaking Seohyun's ingrained social brakes would take time.
"I... I'm at my limit... Gonna cum..."
She whimpered. No human restraint could halt raw physiology forever. Instinctively, she clung to Yuchan—the man she loathed, but her only shield now. Without his grip, she'd have collapsed long ago, writhing on the ground.
Yuchan embraced her desperate dive into his arms, parting his suit jacket for her. She usually avoided needless contact, but now had no room for qualms. Her disheveled hair filled his chest with faint sweat and her scent.
"Haaah!"
Clutching his waist like it might rip, she exhaled hot breath into his jacket. Excessive for the street, but this drunk-packed district made it look like a tipsy girl coquettishly hugging her man.
"Hng... Eung..."
Her muffled moans built. Her body quivered like a vibrator. Civilization's toy tickled her deepest shame until the bud finally bloomed.
"Kgh... Hngh..."
She'd climaxed right here, before all these people. Self-loathing echoed, but pleasure's afterglow washed it away instantly. Her mind went white with euphoria.
Yuchan, holding her waist, felt it all: the intermittent spasms, her body on the verge of buckling. Machines knew no mercy, unlike humans. Freshly sensitive post-orgasm, she faced the vibrations head-on.
Layered ecstasy. She'd scream without looking around—it was only a matter of time.
"Haah...!"
Raw breath escaped her throat, leaking into the noise. Small amid the din, but deafening to her. She clamped her mouth, scanning wildly.
Some already watching them perked at the sound. Eyes met her flushed face; they averted, pretending ignorance. A few whistled knowingly.
Seohyun felt her face burn alive—now she understood the idiom firsthand. She buried into Yuchan again.
"P... Please... Stop now... Can't take it... Hng... I beg you..."
"If you insist."
Her cold features boiled red like braised octopus, tears streaming as she pleaded. Yuchan turned her toward a shadowed alley, slipping a hand under the coat flap.
Her aroused nerves throbbed at mere thigh contact. Without looking, he flicked off the rotors expertly. The faint buzz only he heard died; her convulsing body stilled.
Push further, and it'd spiral beyond control. Yuchan wanted to toy with Seohyun, not risk himself.
2.
Yuchan led her to a dim emergency stairwell inside a shopping arcade. Nothing to brag about, but he knew every secluded spot in the district—always scouting for unknowns.
Seohyun followed with a half-dazed face. Three exposure rounds in one day would snap anyone's mind. Legs limp from tension and climaxes, she nearly fell repeatedly; Yuchan caught her each time.
"Undo the buttons."
"..."
"Open the coat."
Earlier, she'd have refused outright. But post-street orgasm, baring herself in this empty stairwell felt natural.
Eye-level two steps up, she flung the coat wide like a flasher. The rotors still nestled snugly in both holes. Opening released a thick, lewd female musk.
Her crotch and rubbing thighs glistened with fluids. Her labia, swollen from friction, puffed like full lips.
Despite the mess inside the coat, she'd stifled moans admirably. Yuchan mentally applauded her willpower.
"You'll take them out now... right?"
Like a scientist eyeing a specimen, she spoke as he fiddled with her petals. Her subdued tone spiked his satisfaction.
"Maybe."
"You've done enough. Huh? I can't take more..."
Hands clasped, rubbing pleadingly—she embodied begging. Terrifying for her, understandably. Caught moaning obscenely before crowds, she'd lose her job and social standing.
"I don't see the payoff. If we stop here, what do I get from you?"
"I'll do whatever you say..."
"Then how about leaving them on and getting numbers from ten guys? Max intensity this time."
"Please... Not that... Anything but outside..."
At half power—level 5 of 10—this chaos. Full blast? She'd scream in minutes. Knowing it, she rubbed her hands desperately, on the verge of kneeling.
"Sorry for acting up today... For trying to use you my way. I was wrong... No malice, no harm to you... Please..."
Tears like chick peas streamed; grievance choked her. Useful tears—proof she wasn't fully broken yet. Someday, she'd beg for exposure herself.
"Say exactly what you'll do. If I like it, we're done."
"P... Put yours in my ass..."
"I don't need permission for that."
"Hng... Beat me, treat me like an object... I'll act like your obedient pet."
Terrified of exposure, she begged to be fucked. Just rape for her, but he'd waited for this plea. Later, recalling this night—what humiliation would she writhe in?
"Fine. Homework for today—can you handle it?"
His feigned reluctance worked; her anxious face lit up.
"Yeah! I can!"
"You like Nayae, right, Seohyun?"
"Wh... Why bring up Nayae suddenly?"
Her bright smile in the dim stairs darkened at the name. Fearing another outrageous demand using Nayae as hostage.
"Confess to her the moment you get home."
"What?"
"I'll record it all. If she accepts, we're good. Fail, and expect worse punishment."
Fresh despair colored her face. Confess to Nayae? She wasn't indifferent. In peaceful roommate life, she might have. But liking someone via blackmail? Treating precious feelings like a penalty game—Yuchan aimed to soil her core.
"Got it..."
But Yuchan knew best: she had no choices left.