#22_Misaligned Hearts (5)
There were no choices left. Ever since she'd realized Yuchan's order to fetch the sports bag from the car had been nothing but a cruel joke, turning back was her only option. Seohyun's thoughts wandered aimlessly, staggering like she was blackout drunk from her ordeal.
That had been her self-image up until now: honing her natural beauty to hide the worthless core inside. As a fitting model, she'd flaunted her talent, crafting a glamorous facade that turned no heads away in shame. She despised men who panted after her pretty face. Even as their endless propositions poured in, she mocked herself for being able only to love women. Still, she'd thought, I'm different from the rest, but I've worked hard and built a life that's nothing to sneeze at. She had a friend to confide in, a company paying her a salary hefty enough to intimidate a twenty-something. She'd never seriously harmed anyone, never done anything to feel guilty about. She'd even escaped her suffocating parents. This has to be a pretty golden age, right? she'd mused calmly.
Then Yuchan had barged into her life uninvited. He'd deliberately sicced Nayae on her, staging that rape drama to seize her weakness—then used Nayae as a hostage to toy with her in every sadistic whim. The self-image Seohyun clung to was no longer that of a glamorous fitting model. No matter the circumstances, she was an attempted rapist who'd lunged at her friend. An exhibitionist strolling naked through her own officetel even now. A mere sex toy dancing to Yuchan's whims. She hated her body for getting wet on instinct under such brutal treatment. If this is how it's gonna be, I wish I'd been born a man.
She no longer had the energy to even hide herself. Dragging her defeated body back up the way she'd come down, she thought, If someone sees me, so be it. In her self-abandonment, she reached the eighth-floor hallway in no time. She couldn't even recall exactly how she'd gotten there.
"Ah..."
She'd noticed it getting quiet earlier—the vibrator she'd shoved in her front hole had slipped out somewhere. Where did I drop it? I'm gonna catch hell. He won't make me go back naked to pick it up, will he?
Her mind felt like a snapped film reel. Coherent thought was a luxury for the utterly drained Seohyun. Her numb mind and body flickered back to life the moment her foot hit the eighth-floor hallway. This thorny gauntlet of exposure was finally over. A spark of hope reignited in her heart, frozen in utter despair. She felt the cold air brushing her naked skin. Imagined strangers' eyes lurking around every corner. It was a relief she couldn't feel much anymore, she repeated to herself as she hurriedly punched in the door code to Nayae's officetel.
2. In her panic, she botched the password twice. Heaven must have been watching—somehow, she'd traversed that distance naked without a soul spotting her. Relief at mere survival buckled her legs, dwarfing the greater tragedy looming over her. As Seohyun staggered into her hard-won sanctuary—only to remember it was the tiger's den—she pondered what face to show Yuchan after his pointless torment.
Then unease crept in. At first, she chalked it up to the chill outside. But the humidity and heat were unnaturally high. Steam fogged the aluminum front door as she kicked off her slippers. Dread accelerated.
Yuchan surely hadn't been sitting there biting his nails in worry. "I-I'm... home!" Seohyun dragged her barely cooperating legs inside with a grunt.
The pitch-black room had no lights on. From the bedroom came the wet slap of flesh on flesh.
On the rumpled bed, Nayae lay sprawled naked, pinned under Yuchan's hips. "Hak... hak..." Each thrust accented her ragged breaths. Her round ass, thrust skyward, jiggled obscenely against his pelvis.
Seohyun's eyes shook as she watched Yuchan leisurely ravage Nayae. This was the one sight I never wanted—not after all that hell... Nayae remained unconscious, defiled by Yuchan all the same.
"Why'd you take so long? I got bored and started without you."
She should snap at him right now. Nag like usual, demand why he wasn't sticking to the deal. But as those thoughts surfaced, her breath caught. Rage boiled at his sheer vileness and absurdity, yet no words would come. Like aphasia had struck, she was mute.
Seohyun realized it then: in a world entirely in Yuchan's grasp, hatred was useless. A surplus emotion that would fester inside her without recompense. She could do nothing to him but beg, plead, cling pathetically. She'd learned that lesson. She no longer wanted to fight him. The spirit that had held firm finally raised the white flag.
"Please... stop..."
3. A glint flashed in Yuchan's eyes. From their first meeting, Seohyun's speech had carried a subtle stiffness. Innate temperament aside, life had coddled her as a pretty girl, treating her like a queen.
Even when fawning and begging under his torment, he'd sensed her pandering. Seohyun was just honey on the lips, dagger in the belly, biding her time for an opening.
"The car door was locked... I couldn't get the sports bag... I'm sorry..."
"Why the sudden formal speech? Talk casual like always—it's fine."
"No... I really won't resist anymore... I'll do everything you say... so please, not Nayae..."
But now it was different. The haughty aura she'd always flaunted like wings hung in tattered shreds. Her once-upturned eyes drooped mournfully. Seohyun couldn't even dream of touching Yuchan, just fidgeted on her feet. After enduring his absurd command, watching him fuck Nayae, she didn't raise her voice—only pleaded.
Of course, the devices he'd inflicted weren't true brainwashing. Just a temporary mental corner she'd backed herself into, compromising with her own soul. Still, her voluntary vow of submission would scar her psyche permanently.
"Looks like you've finally grasped your place."
"Y-yes... ah!"
Yuchan sank his hips lower. Even unconscious, Nayae's fully trained pussy served his cock adeptly, bucking and writhing when he hit her weakness. Her worried gaze stayed on Nayae, even as she answered with downcast eyes. How can she make that face for someone else? No matter the tragedy, it was Nayae's, not hers.
They say people with congenital color blindness can't even dream in those colors. No matter how eloquently a novelist describes it, they can't imagine it. Naturally. Just as unseen colors defy understanding, so do emotions never felt.
That's why he defiles them. Yuchan sullies and twists those who casually share what he can't possess. That's the source of all his games.
"If you're being so obedient, I should show some consideration."
"Th-thank you!"
"I said casual like always suits you better, Seohyun."
"O-okay. This do it?"
Too fixated on Nayae's face, Seohyun missed the sadism lurking behind Yuchan's mask. She stood abruptly, gingerly extracting the wriggling vibrator from her ass. The slick sensation tricked her into feeling her walls clinging to it. An unwelcome unity.
"Hrgh... it's... loosened up nicely... now satisfy yourself with my body..."
Seohyun gripped her ass cheeks toward Yuchan, spreading them lewdly like a whore hawking wares. No flicker of shame remained; she'd forgotten what it even felt like. Between her artistically toned legs and plump cheeks, her pretty labia glistened wet. Her slightly gaping chrysanthemum clung to her fingers above. Using it as a side dish, Yuchan redoubled his thrusts.
"Ah, but you're a bit late."
-Splurt! Splurt!
"Huh?"
At Yuchan's held breath and the commotion, Seohyun whipped around—still bent over, ass spread. His abs twitched. His thighs clenched tight. She knew now what she wouldn't have before: the telltale signs of male climax. Yuchan's filthy seed was flooding into Nayae's unconscious depths.
Her dumbstruck, gaping reaction satisfied him.
"You took too long—I couldn't hold back. Ah! Thanks for the side show, though. Made Nayae way more usable."
"Ah..."
Seohyun's brain struggled to process it. Yuchan stirred the cum-soaked, sticky pussy a few more times with his rigid shaft, savoring the afterglow. Gel-like semen produced vulgar squelches. White foam bubbled at their joining. He pulled back, his thick cock springing free from Nayae's tight slit, trailing strings of mingled fluids no one could claim.
"...You came inside?"
"As you see."
Blithely, Yuchan grabbed Nayae's ankle, hoisting one leg like meat on display. Between her flushed petals pooled his sticky load, brazenly visible.
"That's too much... after all this..."
Seohyun let out a hollow laugh of despair. Yuchan yanked her waist mercilessly onto the bed. No resistance, as expected. A touch disappointing—he'd hoped for fireworks.
"On your stomach, ass up."
"Hic... h-hic..."
Evidently not wanting him to see her cry, Seohyun buried her face in the sheets and sobbed. Ignoring it, Yuchan spread her pussy with his fingers. Less plump than Nayae's mound, but neatly tucked—no protruding inner lips. A virgin hole that had taken countless loads but never a penetration. Or was it truly virgin? Her back tensed as his touch veered toward her front, not her ass.
"It's filthy with cum and juices stuck together. Too lazy to wash—mind if I wipe it off in your pussy?"
No answer. Already primed from exposure play, it dripped without foreplay. But used only to backdoor bangs, her prone position was a mess. Yuchan smacked her thighs like herding livestock, spreading them and hiking her ass higher. Rubbing his softening cock against her folds tensed her further.
"Say something, Seohyun. I'm gonna wipe my dick in your never-fucked pussy."
"Kkh... h-hic... th-thank... you..."
"Good. Wanna suck the cum I dumped in Nayae off it instead? You don't want her knocked up, right?"
"Got it..."
Whether a lesbian like Seohyun prized her virginity like straight girls was debatable, but her front hole's inauguration was set. Though it'd be just a couple strokes.
"Haaah!!!"
Without mercy or control, he slammed in. Seohyun arched like a cat scalded. A novel sensation: where Nayae cradled softly, Seohyun was taut onahole perfection. But a promise was a promise. After a token thrust or two to "wipe," Yuchan pulled out, leaving her trembling.