Turning Han Sang-mi into a Total Slut (5)
Han Sang-mi appeared wearing a tight one-piece dress that clung to her body. Kang Geon's friends greeted her enthusiastically, amazed at how her appearance had completely recovered into a beauty rarely seen even on social media.
"Whoa!"
"Holy shit!"
Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo exclaimed in admiration. Her looks were impressive, but her figure was even more so. It was the kind of body you might see filtered on Instagram, but almost impossible to encounter in reality.
"Hello."
"Welcome! What an honor to have such a distinguished guest. Please, have a seat right away."
"Yes."
Han Sang-mi sat down beside Kang Geon. Both men's eyes kept drifting to her cleavage. Kang Geon, feeling a surge of superiority, draped his arm around her neck. His hand slipped inside the front of her dress and began kneading her breasts. Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo were startled. They wondered if she would refuse.
Contrary to their expectations, Han Sang-mi didn't resist at all. Instead, she leaned into Kang Geon to make it easier for him to grope her chest.
"Why do you both look so shocked?"
"Sang-mi noona, if he's blackmailing you, just tell me. I'll send that bastard straight to jail."
"It's not like that. I'm doing this because I want to."
"That's right. Sang-mi's not a woman—she's a whore."
Han Sang-mi's face flushed with shame. Even though she had decided to obey Kang Geon's words, the embarrassment didn't simply vanish. Kang Geon rubbed her nipples with his fingertips. They stiffened, pushing visibly against the thin fabric of her dress. Perky.
At Kang Geon's command, Han Sang-mi wore no underwear at all. If she removed the flimsy dress, not a single thread would remain on her breathtaking body.
"Everyone, drop the honorifics. No one speaks politely to a whore. Right, Sang-mi?"
"Uh, yeah……"
"Since Sang-mi's here, let's have a toast."
Kang Geon filled the three glasses. Park Sun-woo took charge of Kang Geon's glass. Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo raised their drinks with lewd anticipation. Back in high school, they had often passed around sluts like this. They had gotten girls drunk and taken turns with them in the same room. Today would clearly be no different—they would get her drunk and share her. The thought of devouring a woman with such an incredible figure, one you rarely saw even on Instagram, made both men harden.
"Cheers to Geon's whore!"
Park Sun-woo tried to provoke her. If Han Sang-mi got angry, he planned to play it off casually; if she stayed quiet, he would treat her like the slut she was. Han Sang-mi drank without any reaction. A mocking smile appeared on Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo's faces.
Though Han Sang-mi's mind hated the humiliation and degradation the men inflicted, her body grew aroused. Throb, throb. Her pussy clenched and began leaking arousal. She didn't need to check to know its state—hot and soaked, ready to take a cock right away. Han Sang-mi was gradually surrendering to her body's burning response.
"Where did you two meet?"
"She was my senior in the same department."
"You must've wanted to fuck her the moment you saw her, huh?"
"Of course. That's why I turned her into this."
Kang Geon squeezed Han Sang-mi's breasts as if showing them off. The movement of his fingers beneath the dress looked even more obscene.
"Geon-ah…… This is so embarrassing."
"But you like it, don't you? Right?"
Han Sang-mi nodded repeatedly. She grew excited under the intense gazes of Kang Geon's friends. She wanted to strip them, see their cocks, and taste their cum. It felt insane, but her entire body craved it, so she had no choice but to accept.
Kim Tae-san asked, "What cup size is the whore?"
"D-cup……"
"How many relationships have you had?"
"Two……"
"With a face like that, only two? Were all the guys around you impotent? When did you lose your virginity?"
"Last April."
"With who?"
"My boyfriend."
"Was it good?"
"Not really."
"How is it with Geon?"
"It feels so good I think I'm going crazy."
The men's excitement rose as the whore answered well.
"This is boring. How long are we going to play twenty questions? Let's play a drinking game. The whore's favorite—random game!"
Park Sun-woo led the drinking game. The target was obviously Han Sang-mi. She got caught three times in a row and downed soju consecutively. Each glass Park Sun-woo poured was filled to the brim with surface tension. Han Sang-mi wasn't particularly weak to alcohol, but drinking like that made her head spin. She got caught a fourth time as well.
"Ah, I can't drink anymore……"
Han Sang-mi let out a suggestive moan, hoping one of the men would drink for her. It was the attitude of a proper slut.
"I'll be your black knight! What will the whore do for me in return?"
Park Sun-woo stepped forward.
"She can suck, obviously," Kang Geon said.
"S-suck what?"
"What else would a whore suck?"
"C-cock."
"The whore's going to suck my cock? Sounds good!"
Park Sun-woo quickly grabbed Han Sang-mi's soju glass and drank it. Thud, thud. He slapped his thigh and said, "Suck it for three minutes."
When Han Sang-mi hesitated, Kang Geon grabbed her breasts tightly and urged her on.
"I'll do it! Ease up. It hurts."
Kang Geon removed his hand from her chest. Han Sang-mi crawled under the table. She still felt some resistance to acting like a whore, but the excitement in her body and her craving for cock and cum far outweighed it. She desperately wanted to take a man's dick into her mouth right away.
Park Sun-woo lowered his pants with an expectant expression. In front of Han Sang-mi was a cock that wasn't Kang Geon's. Is this really okay? Am I becoming a whore like this? What if Geon spreads rumors? Countless worries created hesitation. But a female body that had tasted men and become addicted to cock and semen blew those hesitations far away. She wanted to suck cock, smell it, and swallow cum.
Aah~.
Han Sang-mi opened her mouth wide and took the cock in. The beginning was difficult, but after that, it was smooth sailing. She sucked the cock deliciously. This moment—crawling like livestock under the filthy table, tasting a man's cock—was pure happiness.
Kang Geon and Kim Tae-san tormented Han Sang-mi with their feet. Her breasts and ass were squished and deformed under the men's soles. Park Sun-woo felt like his cock was about to be sucked right off.
"Ooh! Uoooh!"
He gripped the table tightly, trying to hold back, but couldn't endure and came. Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! As expected of a twenty-year-old, a considerable amount of semen came out, but it was very little compared to Kang Geon's load. Han Sang-mi swallowed the fishy cock-water with a hint of disappointment.
"Whoa! You fucking bitch! You suck so damn well!"
"You premature bastard. You couldn't even hold that?"
"Kim Tae-san, you try getting sucked! This bitch is seriously insane!"
"Let's just play the drinking game again."
Kim Tae-san glared at Han Sang-mi, who had returned to her seat, with burning eyes. He was desperate to shove his cock into her mouth. The drinking game started again, and Han Sang-mi got caught. She had deliberately lost because she wanted to suck the men's cocks. Naturally, Kim Tae-san drank in her place, and Han Sang-mi crawled under the table once more.
As Han Sang-mi took Kim Tae-san's cock into her mouth, she suddenly felt that under the table—where the men's dirty feet and cocks were—was her rightful place.
This feels so comfortable.
All the hardships she had endured since meeting Kang Geon seemed to vanish like a lie. It felt like she had been having a bad dream. She wanted to depend on him completely. If she left everything to that rich man, couldn't she live a life of sucking men's cocks and swallowing cum without any worries?
Han Sang-mi began seriously considering accepting a life she would have once condemned as lowly. There was only one thing she needed to acknowledge: that she herself was nothing more than a whore who submitted to men and begged for cock with coyness.
"All women are the same. The moment they see a strong man, they want to depend on him. Their genes are wired that way!"
Park Sun-woo said, resting his foot on Han Sang-mi's back. Kim Tae-san grabbed her hair and shook it roughly, as if he had become her master.
"Then why don't women stick to you, Tae-san?"
"Women are social animals. You need social power, not just strength. Money, looks, or authority—that's what makes bitches go 'Oppa, you're so cool.' What woman would like a guy covered in nothing but muscles?"
"Plenty of girls like me."
"Where?"
Kim Tae-san couldn't answer because of Han Sang-mi's vacuum fellatio.
"Huuuuurgh!"
He roared like a gorilla and poured a thick load into her mouth. "You idiot. You're so fucking loud."
"You wanna die?"
Kim Tae-san grabbed Park Sun-woo's shoulder and squeezed.
"Ah, I surrender! Surrender! This bastard's insanely strong. Stop working out so much."
Han Sang-mi came back up. Her face was full of lust. Her lips and chin glistened with semen. Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo's cocks, which had just finished, immediately stiffened again.
"Geon-ah, you thinking of making money off this whore?"
"How would we make money?"
"With looks and a body like that, she can do anything. Just turning on a cam would get her 300k subscribers easy. If she wears super lewd clothes and shakes that ass, she'd hit a million."
"What about paid sex streams?"
"Korean paid streams are easier than cam, but there's a limit to the profit. It'd be better to sell sex videos for money on foreign sites like Sexnet."
"Should we go with that?"
"If you give the okay, I can take this whore from start to finish. First, have her appear as my guest a few times, spread clips of her body all over SNS to build recognition, then upload sex videos—she'll make a killing in one go."
Without even asking Han Sang-mi's opinion, they discussed how to turn her into an even bigger slut and how to make money off her.
"Why make it so complicated? Just send her to room salons."
"Tae-san, think for a second. You think she'd want to spend all day dealing with smelly old men while drinking to make money? A whore's got her own pride. If she's going to be a whore, she should become a famous one, right?"
"Your thoughts run pretty deep."
Han Sang-mi's future was decided just like that. Park Sun-woo had said it half-jokingly, but when Han Sang-mi accepted, he was actually surprised.
After each drinking a bottle of soju, they headed straight to a motel. They ordered delivery and stripped to shower. Han Sang-mi was stripped by the men. Removing just the one-piece dress left her completely naked.
"Whoa."
"Her tits are insane too."
Kim Tae-san and Park Sun-woo marveled at her perky breasts with nipples that didn't sag—an uncommon sight.
"These are natural? You've got god-tier hips and tits."
Han Sang-mi, acting like the whore she was, enjoyed words that would have embarrassed or offended an ordinary woman. The four of them showered together. Throughout the shower, Han Sang-mi was exposed to the men's lewd touches. Kim Tae-san rubbed her nipples while Park Sun-woo found and stimulated her G-spot, making her climax with a moan.
When the delivery arrived, Kang Geon ordered Han Sang-mi to receive the food naked and offer to suck the deliveryman's cock.
"Delivery~! Hah!"
The deliveryman was startled to see a beautiful woman answer the door completely naked. His eyes couldn't leave Han Sang-mi's breasts and the mound of her pussy.
"I'm so grateful—would you like me to suck you off?"
"What?"
"I'll suck the cum out with my mouth."
"Hyung, let her do it once. This bitch sucks better than most prostitutes."
Park Sun-woo said with a grin. Unable to refuse Han Sang-mi's beauty, the deliveryman stepped inside. Han Sang-mi happily pulled down his pants. What will this man's cock and cum taste like? Park Sun-woo held up his phone and started recording. The deliveryman didn't care that he was still wearing his helmet. Han Sang-mi, now fully embracing her role as a slut, felt the same.
Han Sang-mi was now nothing more than a cum-dump who would do anything Kang Geon told her to.