#22 Misaligned Hearts (4)
Today, Seohyun had endured a torrent of terrors. Above all, the dread that her most deeply buried sexual depravity might be exposed to an indiscriminate crowd. First, she'd had to masturbate with a dildo suctioned to the car window behind Yuchan's vehicle. Unaware at the time that the tinted glass was heavily darkened, she'd flailed in anxiety. Next came the men's restroom in the park, where she'd relieved herself—just five seconds from encountering an incoming man. A little later, and disaster would have struck. Finally, clad only in a coat with two rotors buzzing inside her, she'd strutted through bustling streets. Against her will, the relentless stimulation had wrung an ecstatic scream from her throat. Anyone with a vivid imagination might have noticed. And now, stark naked with two vibrators plunged deep, she had to reach Yuchan's car.
Nayae and Seohyun's officetel stood eight stories tall, Yuchan's car parked in the underground garage. The CCTV-monitored elevator was off-limits, of course; she'd have to descend via the sparsely trafficked emergency stairs. Her immediate trial: navigating the hallway lined with doors to all ten units.
Obeying Yuchan's command, Seohyun had been shoved out the front door in nothing but slippers. The mere thickness of that single door separated the safety of her room from the hallway, yet a bone-chilling cold gripped her spine. Gooseflesh prickled across her skin.
Whirrr... whirrr... In the hushed corridor, where only her ragged, tension-fueled breaths echoed, the vibrators' hum felt absurdly loud. They didn't just vibrate—they twisted slowly in helical spirals, tormenting her with sensation. No turning back now; that would be kicking away Yuchan's final chance. Seohyun drew a deep breath and tottered forward in mincing steps.
She couldn't stride lest the vibrators slip free, but pleasure itself dulled human reflexes. Add her mounting anxiety, and she had no choice but to creep along cautiously, minimizing the drag of her slippers on the floor. Why not just switch them off or pull them out? Such thoughts underestimated her terror of Yuchan. Even now, free of his direct gaze, the fear that he might be watching from somewhere quashed any petty rebellion.
"Hngh... haa..." Seohyun clamped her mouth shut. The vibrators probed her sensitive spots like torture devices, churning out thick, incongruous pleasure. What if someone saw her like this? A woman might grimace and flee, but a man? If word got out that she'd roamed the halls naked at night, she couldn't even cry rape.
Startling at the slightest whisper of wind, Seohyun progressed inch by inch, then glanced back. Barely halfway—from Nayae's door to the emergency stairs. How much longer must she endure to reach the garage?
"Hic..." Mid-step, she shoved the slightly protruding vibrator back in deep. Not for pleasure's sake. The less contact between her inner walls and the device, the clumsier her movements and the louder the buzz. To muffle the roar audible from five meters away, deep insertion was her only option. It amplified her ecstasy proportionally and demanded heroic restraint of her moans, but choice had long fled.
"I'm off now." A sudden bustle from behind—voices exchanging farewells at a door. Seohyun bolted for the stairs.
Clunk! Of all the timing! Without looking back, she dashed to the inter-floor landing. Motion-sensor lights flicked on as she entered. Fire codes demanded emergency stair doors stay closed, but convenience usually left them ajar. The corridor sensors would be visible now. No one would come check, right?
Thud... thud... Footsteps drew nearer.
Whirrr... whirrr...
"Guh...!" In the stifling silence, the vibration screamed. Seohyun stifled her breath, gripped both vibrator tips, and rammed them deeper into her core. Dizzying pleasure rioted through her body, defying her will. A scorching moan threatened to erupt. Legs quaking, she crept silently up to the next landing. There, her body would be shielded from the corridor view. Fleeing a full floor higher was beyond her sluggish pace—this was her limit.
The presence closed in.
"Is the sensor busted?" An unfamiliar man's mutter reverberated in the stairwell. Doom yawned wide. Seohyun swallowed a scream. Please... don't come this way. Hear nothing. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Naturally, no reason to climb the landing. The man lost interest, took the adjacent elevator, and descended.
"Haa... haa..." Seohyun gasped out held breaths. Legs trembled as if she'd cheated death itself; vertigo threatened to topple her without the railing's support. Bad luck, she thought. If it repeated... She shook her head sharply, steeling her faltering resolve. Collapse could wait. Delay only let the vibrators corner her further.
"Ah... ahh..." Love juices trickled down the handles, spotting the floor. Not even climaxing, yet an unnaturally copious flood. Oblivious, Seohyun descended slowly.
2. The 15-year-old officetel’s emergency stairs were dilapidated. Floors bore black spit stains and scattered butts—cleaning dubious at best. A mercy for Seohyun; poor upkeep meant scant foot traffic.
Her wariness eased as she gripped the rail, but from the third floor, true ordeal began. People skipped stairs for four floors up, favoring elevators, but low levels saw plenty opting for stairs over waiting. Unyielding vibrations battered her relentlessly, steadily driving her toward climax. Like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs, her love juices trailed her footsteps from the eighth to third floor.
Her limit loomed. Sensing the stacked stimuli about to erupt, Seohyun bit her wrist until it bled. Pain nudged pleasure aside. Her forearms bore a map of toothmarks from countless such crises. But bites quickened, efficacy fading.
"I'll... hng... protect you..." she murmured faintly, dragging her heavy feet onward.
3. Flickering old incandescent sensors bathed her nudity in harsh white. On her pale skin, it gleamed like polished marble—an effect of clammy sweat. Slender frame, modest breasts, nipples erect from stimulation, thighs rubbing together: a living sculpture.
From stairs to Yuchan's car stretched an open expanse, ripe for witnesses. Plus dashboard cams everywhere—bad luck might capture her fully. Seohyun peeked out cautiously. Not blindly; she'd plotted to minimize risks, success aside.
Head down, she sprinted for the SUV, palm over face, clenching to secure the invaders. The haughty model, rotors-deep and nude, spraying fluids in frantic flight—Yuchan would have howled. He'd orchestrated this to savor her frantic humiliation.
Juices soaked thighs to ankles, the running wind chilling them absurdly. One vibrator ravaged her lips with dense pleasure; the other stretched her well-trained rear. Motion mingled with buzz, climax imminent. But anticipated. Reach the car, kill the fire. His tinted rear seat offered respite from prying eyes, a brief rest for her ragged body. Gratitude flooded her for that alone.
Suppressing orgasm like nausea, she yanked the door where they'd fucked earlier.
Click!
"Huh?"
Click! Click! After that marathon sprint, the SUV refused to yield. Dazed, she rattled it repeatedly before grasping reality. Why so slow? Yuchan used a smart key; doors locked automatically beyond range. He hadn't given it to her. Entry was never possible.
Seohyun stifled a scream. After all that, mere prank to him—infuriating. Unlike her rage, her body ticked like a bomb to its limit.
"Aah... aaahh..." No coherent words—just wounded beast's wail. False relief shattered into wretched fury, a shuddering growl.
Inner thighs quivered; her stance buckled. Fury snuffed by fiercer lust—inescapable female instinct.
"Hngh... hngaaaah... ❤" Even fear of listeners blurred. In the musty garage, her lewd aura bloomed; hips bucked wildly. Dragon-thrusts into air splattered fluids below.
"Ha-ut... ha-ut... haaaah-ut... ❤" Pussy gushed audibly. Unwanted climax, yet ass and cunt clenched greedily, sucking vibrators deeper. Untouched, the pussy one burrowed inward. Repressed explosion proved spectacular.
"Haaaang... ❤" Her exquisite form swayed. Hunched behind the car, orgasm crashed; anger faded from her face, replaced by pink flush craving more. A sight to drive any man mad with lust.
"Hic... hic... ❤" In the dim garage, only her voice dripped thick eroticism.