Late Regret 1
When Yujin arrived home, she was a complete mess. Tears had streamed down her face the entire taxi ride, smearing her makeup into oblivion and leaving her eyes so puffy they looked nearly shut. Her hair was a tangled wreck, and one shoe had vanished somewhere during her frantic escape. She fumbled with the door lock several times before pounding on the door with her heel.
"What time is it? Coming home this late!"
Song Miyoung, who had stayed up without sleep waiting for her daughter—who still hadn't come home even after midnight—flung the door open in a fury, only to freeze in shock. Her daughter looked like she'd been beaten to a pulp, which was enough to make any mother's blood boil. Miyoung roughly grabbed Yujin's wrist as she tried to bolt to her room.
"What the hell is this? Have you been drinking?"
"Let go! Get off my wrist!"
Yujin struggled, but she was already exhausted and couldn't shake her mother off. Miyoung yanked her closer and sniffed aggressively. The rough treatment only tore deeper into Yujin's wounded heart.
"Where the hell have you been? Spill it."
"Why do you suddenly pretend to care? What do you care what I've been up to?"
"Oh, watch that mouth! Who do you think you're yelling at?"
Even as Yujin lashed out, Miyoung planted her hands on her hips and laid down the law. Right now, pandering to her daughter's mood wasn't the priority—getting the facts straight was. Only then could she grasp the situation and help. Miyoung's maternal love for Yujin was no different from any other parent's. It was just her methods that clashed violently with her daughter's.
"It's nothing... Just let me rest... I've done everything you wanted every single day up till now..."
"Who were you with? Just tell me that much."
She'd been with Seohyun and Teacher Yuchan. And she'd learned those two were lovers. She didn't want to say a word about any of it. The sense of loss from having her beloved and her dearest friend ripped away at once was incomparable even to the death of a pet dog she'd raised. It felt like a gaping hole had been punched through her chest. She wanted to be alone. But her mother wouldn't allow it.
Miyoung's eyes narrowed. A woman's intuition kicked in sharp as a blade.
"This has something to do with that Yuchan guy, doesn't it?"
"No... It's not..."
"Don't lie to me! I can tell. Wait here—I'm calling him right now..."
"Leave me alone!!!"
Yujin screamed so loud the room reverberated. A stunned silence followed. Miyoung, phone in hand, stared in disbelief. In her memory, Yujin had never once yelled like that.
"Stop tormenting me. Why does everyone have to make my life hell... I said I don't want to talk..."
"Yujin!"
Sobbing pitifully, Yujin dashed into her room and locked the living room door inside. It happened so fast Miyoung couldn't even intervene; she just gaped at the slammed door.
"What on earth...?"
She vowed to give her daughter hell tomorrow.
Seohyun's mind was ice-cold. She felt no emotions at all. It wasn't even her will moving her body anymore. Like a machine, she silently pistoned her hands back and forth, doing what had to be done.
"Hrgggh... Hngghh..."
She made full use of the chain hook dangling from Yuchan's ceiling. Nayae hung there with arms and legs shackled overhead, back to the sky, limp like a flying squirrel caught in a trap. A ball gag stuffed her mouth, muffling her pitiful moans into silence. Harsh breaths and drool poured through the gag's holes.
Seohyun's merciless thrusts—pounding with wet thuds—drove Nayae's overstimulated body to yet another shattering climax amid countless others.
"Huuuugh..."
Even watching Nayae shudder through her shoulders in miserable ecstasy stirred nothing in Seohyun. Where had those days with her gone? Those happy moments when they understood each other like no one else—where had they vanished? Even realizing it had all been a lie built on illusions, Seohyun still chased those ghosts.
Quietly, she withdrew the drill-shaped dildo.
-Spluuurt. Love juices pooled inside Nayae's tilted pussy cascaded out like a waterfall. The once-delicate girl's flesh was swollen bright red from the motorized tormentor. Even now, without the intruder, it wouldn't return to normal—gaping more than halfway open, glistening obscenely inside.
"Hngbbbh..."
Some remnant shame lingered at her most private place being exposed. Nayae tried to clamp her legs, but the chains foiled her. The machine's vibrations had been too intense to count, pumping orgasms so brutal she could barely breathe. Drool trailed from her chin, sliding over her ripe, sagging breasts like fruit heavy with juice. Limbs bound and suspended for so long, her body ravaged in orgasm hell, she dangled limp as if injected with lethal poison. Toes that had curled at deep thrusts, hips that had thrashed in agony—they lay still now. The sticky, forced pleasure had devoured her very stamina. Her palms bore deep nail marks from clenched fists.
"Not done yet?"
A man's heavy baritone cut through the room filled with the girl's feverish moans. Seohyun turned. There stood Yuchan, hair tousled like he'd just woken, topless with vicious muscles rippling.
"Just finished."
Yuchan eyed Nayae dangling limply from the ceiling. Her back rose and fell—she was breathing—but her head lolled, consciousness gone. Her gaping holes told the tale. Still, no coercion, and she'd pushed her friend this far? It wasn't mere emotional outburst. Unconsciously, Seohyun's own will had awakened a desire toward Nayae, stirring her true nature. How long until regret set in? Once the uncontrollable emotional whirlwind calmed, she'd realize. She'd done this because she'd lost Yujin and witnessed Nayae's betrayal—the one she'd tried to protect. Yet Seohyun knew Nayae was just another brainwashed victim of Yuchan. Having wrecked her friend out of anger alone, upright Seohyun would writhe in guilt.
Yuchan hopped onto the bed. Scooping Nayae in one arm, he unbound her limbs; she draped over him like wet laundry. Seohyun watched in silence. Her usual pleas to take her place instead— this apathy felt alien.
Laying Nayae on the bed, Yuchan stripped naked. He jerked his chin at Seohyun.
"Come suck it."
Seohyun swept her hair behind her ear, knelt before him, and took his thick shaft in her mouth with practiced ease. Her tongue and cheeks slathered it slick from glans to base; it swelled massively in the wet heat.
"Chuuup... Slurrrp..."
Now fully erect, it was too big for her mouth. She pulled back naturally, gazing up with empty eyes. In those pitch-black pupils reflecting nothing, Yuchan read an unexpected hunger.
"Hey... Could you fuck me too?"
It stemmed not from protecting Nayae. Purely selfish, purely self-centered desire. No mystery there. Seohyun hadn't fully submitted to Yuchan's pleasure. Her training wasn't complete. But she knew well the effect of his ecstasy—a narcotic painkiller leaving her alone with bliss. Witnessing Yuchan about to ravage Nayae, realizing her complicity, fleeing the tidal wave of guilt—she chose sex.
"You're done here. Go stand against the wall and watch."
Dismissing the slave's presumptuous plea, Yuchan turned away, grabbing Nayae's legs. Her crotch was soaked like she'd pissed herself. The sheets were wrecked; even with waterproof mattress, they'd need cleaning. Clutching his massive cock, he spread her soft ass. Both holes looked delectable, a tough choice like the first plate at a hotel buffet. Either way, he'd cum twice per hole—so first, the rear Seohyun had so thoroughly prepped.
As he banished hesitation and thrust forward, an arm slipped under his pit. Seohyun clung like arm-in-arm, caressing his bicep slowly.
"Me too... Let me join in. Please...?"
"Then masturbate beside us. Alternating's not really my thing."
"Okay."
Expecting firm rejection, his gentle response flustered her, but Seohyun quietly climbed onto the bed. Legs spread, she gently rolled her clit with slender fingers—thumb and middle lifting the base, index rubbing circles. Gone were the clumsy motions from her first time; now she coaxed lewd wet sounds expertly. This was how he reshaped innocent girls to his taste.
Silently, Yuchan pressed his glans into Nayae's asshole. It yielded slowly, recovering shape forcibly spread; her body jolted like a defibrillator shock.
"Hahk...!!"
Still unconscious. Her hyper-sensitive nerves twitched instinctively at the hard invader. Pussy textures varied wildly person-to-person, but asses? Mostly uniform tightness by build. Still, claiming every hole of Nayae's satisfied his collector's itch.
"Smooth entry for a first time. Good job, Seohyun."
Grinning, Yuchan sank deeper into her rear. Pulling back lightly, mucosa clung and trailed. Seohyun's prep had oiled it deep—no friction. Like rolling premium fatty tuna on the tongue, rich and slick.
"Uh... Yeah..."
Unsure how to respond to his praise, Seohyun watched anxiously as he fucked Nayae's ass. The sensation differed wildly from her own doing. That huge thing burrowing in... Would it break her? Her chest itched— anxiety? Guilt? Plain arousal? Indistinguishable.
"Watch closely, Seohyun."
Yuchan gripped one leg roughly at the crook, splaying her. Side-lying now, her body quaked violently with each thrust.
"This is all your doing."
Seohyun whipped her head away at his words. Her heart pounded wildly. Too deep to comprehend fully, but some inner voice warned: Don't listen. The emotion she hadn't grasped would shatter her if realized.
"Nayae's getting creampied raw today. She'll be a mommy by morning. Your revenge bears fruit perfectly."
Seohyun's fingers on her clit froze.
"Nayae went too far, ignoring her friend's devoted heart while lost in cock. Her fault, right?"
"Wait..."
"What? This is what you wanted."
What I wanted? This horrific scene? Nayae splayed like gutted salmon on the board, awaiting doom?
What I wanted?
Yuchan smiled faintly at her turmoil. Keep agonizing, deeper and deeper. When she confronted her irredeemable sins, she'd crumble under her own karma.