Making Han Sang-mi a Public Cumdump (9)
Han Sang-mi had always been driven by a powerful need to show off and promote herself. She craved attention and satisfied those twin urges through her appearance. Even though she already possessed an A-class beauty, that was exactly why she had chosen to get plastic surgery. Becoming prettier would bring her even more eyes, feeding her exhibitionism and self-promotion more intensely. Had it not been for the side effects, and if she had held real power in society, things might have gone exactly as she once dreamed.
But everything had gone off the rails the moment she met Kang Geon. Now reduced to a public cumdump who broadcast her personal information and uploaded sex videos, her core nature remained unchanged. In fact, it had only grown stronger—compensation granted by the skills Kang Geon had acquired and the utter ruin of her former life.
What do their cocks look like? What does their cum taste like…?
After soaking up an overwhelming amount of viewer attention, Han Sang-mi’s dissatisfaction quietly melted away. She began imagining sex with random men. Her pussy naturally twitched and drooled a fresh gush of nectar.
Once the two-hour drinking broadcast ended and the stream switched to the sex show, Han Sang-mi accepted her reality and began to genuinely enjoy herself.
One viewer sent five hundred hearts.
“Bentley hyung-nim! Thank you for the hearts! Five hundred hearts! Sexy dance incoming!”
Park Sun-woo put on a sticky club track. Han Sang-mi shoved the chair aside and launched straight into the dance. She rolled her shoulders, ran her fingers through her hair and messed it up obscenely, then shot the camera a brain-melting, seductive stare.
That cumdump gaze was a critical hit. The comment section exploded.
Han Sang-mi grew even wetter. She lewdly kneaded her own breasts, then turned around, bent at the waist, and bounced her ass like a bitch in heat. Facing forward again, she squatted with her legs spread obscenely wide and rocked her hips back and forth. Her heavy tits swayed violently, the soft flesh of her waist and thighs jiggling in the most vulgar way possible. Hearts detonated across the screen.
Park Sun-woo kept bowing deeply, thanking the audience for their support. The chat was flooded with utterly depraved messages, and Han Sang-mi answered every one with increasingly decadent body movements. Drunk on the atmosphere, she slipped out of camera view to give Park Sun-woo a sloppy blowjob, then showed the viewers the thick load she had sucked out, swirling it in her mouth before swallowing.
Han Sang-mi’s first proper sex broadcast was far more successful than Park Sun-woo had predicted.
Time passed, and Sung Han University began its new semester. As always during the opening weeks, classes were relaxed and drinking parties popped up everywhere as friends reunited. Those who loved alcohol drank every day; even those who didn’t would still have a few drinks on the weekends. Amid that festive chaos, the atmosphere in the Department of Public Administration—where both Kang Geon and Han Sang-mi belonged—was strangely electric.
The reason was obvious: Han Sang-mi.
Everyone in the department knew about her cumdump antics. The men secretly circulated her clips with hidden expectations, while the women were busy seething with jealousy over her face and body or viciously badmouthing her as a cheap whore.
On the day of the first major lecture after the semester started, the male students of the department were smoking in front of the lecture building, happily gossiping about her.
“Did you watch Sang-mi’s stream?”
“Obviously. But hyung, you’re in the same year as her, right?”
“Is there a rule that says I can’t watch just because we’re classmates?”
“Guess not. So did you see the full sex video on Sexnet?”
“There’s a sex video too?”
“Yeah. Ah, you don’t know about Sexnet, do you, hyung?”
“I’ve only heard the name. Never actually went on it. Is it any good?”
“It’s fucking insane. I showed it to a friend and he jerked off to it more than ten times in just a few days.”
“Disgusting. Is it really that hot?”
“It’s beyond hot. Just search ‘department cumdump’ on Sexnet and it pops right up.”
“Department cumdump?”
“That’s Sang-mi noona’s nickname on there.”
“If it’s our department, that means Public Administration. So does that mean she’ll fuck anyone in our department too?”
“Who knows. She did say on stream that she’d let anyone have her, but it might just be for the concept. Gotta be extreme to pull viewers, right?”
“I hope it’s not just a concept. I’ve wanted to raw-dog Sang-mi since freshman year.”
“Was she that pretty back then?”
“If you lined up every guy who ever targeted her, they could circle the athletic field and still have people left over. That’s why Park Simin got completely wrecked.”
“You son of a bitch.”
The two students who had been enthusiastically dissecting Han Sang-mi jumped at the sound of Park Simin’s voice.
“Oh, Simin. When did you get here?”
“Just now. Wait until I finish this cigarette. We’ll head up together.”
“We’ll be late for class.”
“I’ll smoke fast, okay?”
Park Simin lit up. “But did you guys hear about Sang-mi?”
“Every time you see me it’s Han Sang-mi this, Han Sang-mi that.”
“If you hadn’t gotten shitfaced at the freshman orientation after-party and acted like a total retard, we wouldn’t be talking about it.”
“Ah, fuck.”
Because Park Simin had drunkenly pestered Han Sang-mi nonstop at the orientation after-party, the entire department now knew he had a massive crush on her.
“How does it feel? Sucks, doesn’t it?”
“It does suck, so stop talking to me.”
“Want us to head up first then?”
“Wait, hold on!”
At that moment, an obviously expensive car glided into the parking lot beside the smoking area.
“What trust-fund bastard drives a car like that? Not from our department, right?”
“This building isn’t exclusive to us. Probably another major.”
“That thing costs over a hundred million won. I’m so jealous it hurts.”
The three men admired the sleek foreign car, speculating about the driver, when the engine cut off. A man and a woman stepped out—both faces they recognized.
“Huh? That’s Geon and Sang-mi.”
“Why are they arriving in the same car?”
“Was Geon secretly rich?”
“I don’t think so.”
Their questions vanished the instant they got a proper look at Han Sang-mi’s outfit.
Her top was a button-front camisole, but she had only fastened the very bottom button. Her deep cleavage was completely exposed, and it looked like even her nipples might slip out at any moment. Below, she wore skin-tight jeans that hugged every curve, paired with tall high heels that could make a man hard just by looking at her legs. The choker around her neck somehow made her enslaved status even more obvious.
“Geon-ah!”
One of Han Sang-mi’s classmates, Yoo Jun-young, called out. Kang Geon casually draped an arm around her shoulders and strolled toward the smoking area. The sight of him treating Han Sang-mi like his personal bitch made Park Simin’s eyes blaze with fury.
“Hey, get your arm off her. What the hell do you think you’re doing to a senior?”
“Since when is Sang-mi a senior? Right, Sang-mi?”
Han Sang-mi nodded obediently.
“Sang-mi, you don’t like it either, do you? Tell him to take his arm off.”
She shook her head.
“Why are you only nodding? Say something.”
“Sang-mi has something in her mouth right now. Go ahead and swallow.”
Her throat bobbed visibly. She swallowed every drop of the liquid, then opened her mouth wide for Kang Geon to inspect.
“Good girl.”
“Kang Geon!”
“What?”
“What? Is that how you talk to a senior? Fix your fucking attitude right now.”
Authority of Domination
Kang Geon glared at Park Simin. The Authority of Domination flared to life, slamming him with a wave of murderous intent so thick it felt like his soul was being crushed. Kang Geon could have intensified it further—driving him insane with terror or simply exploding his heart.
A hot stream ran down Park Simin’s leg. He pissed himself in sheer primal fear, the yellow stain spreading across his crotch and dripping onto the ground.
“G-Geon-ah!” Han Sang-mi gently tried to restrain him.
Kang Geon withdrew the killing intent. Park Simin, who had been frozen and breathless the entire time, finally gasped for air like a drowning man.
“If you don’t want to die, watch your mouth.”
“Geon-ah, good to see you,” Yoo Jun-young said, smoothly changing the subject now that Kang Geon had finished venting.
“Hyung, it’s been a while. You’ve been well?”
“I have. But it looks like you’ve been doing way better than me. What’s with that car?”
“That? I’ve been earning a lot lately, so I bought one.”
“Whoa. How much?”
“Fully loaded, over a hundred million. It wasn’t that big a sum so I don’t remember the exact number.”
“You must be rolling in it. Did you win the lottery?”
“Not quite. Just earned it with my own talent.”
“Hey. Let’s get close. Actually, let’s be like family.” Yoo Jun-young smiled warmly.
“So what exactly is your relationship with Sang-mi?”
“Something like master and slave.”
“For real?”
“Watch.”
Kang Geon casually reached out and flicked Han Sang-mi’s nipple through her top. She flinched, and the stiff peak became clearly visible through the thin fabric.
“Don’t tell me you’re the one behind all that cumdump stuff on her streams?”
“Would I have done it alone? It happened because Sang-mi loves cock too much.”
“Then does she really fuck anyone like she said on broadcast?”
“Why? Hyung, you wanna fuck her too?”
Yoo Jun-young nodded rapidly, eyes gleaming with lust.
“Then let’s drink together tonight.”
“I was supposed to drink with my club members, but I’ll cancel immediately. When does your class end?”
“Three o’clock, but it’s the first day so it’ll probably end early. We can start drinking right after.”
“Perfect. Where should we meet? Want to go to Hanpo Jumak like old times?”
“That place is good. Leave your card at home though. You bought me a lot during first semester, hyung.”
“Geon-ah, I love you.”
“Gross.”
“Geon-ah! What about me?” Kang Geon’s classmate Jo Ha-jin rubbed his hands together eagerly.
“You’re coming too. We said we’d drink once the semester started.”
“I’m really benefiting from having a classmate like this. Thanks!”
While the group laughed and joked, openly toying with Han Sang-mi, Park Simin stood frozen, completely out of his mind.
“Simin hyung,” Kang Geon called, his face full of mischievous glee.
“Y-yeah…?”
“Look at this.”
Kang Geon stood Han Sang-mi in front of him and began roughly groping her breasts. These were the very tits Park Simin had desperately wanted to touch but could never reach. Yet Kang Geon was squeezing them freely, like they belonged to him.
“You’ve never touched these even once, have you, hyung?”
“……”
“I can play with them whenever I want. Ever tried her pussy? It’s insanely tight and juicy. You don’t know how she makes those cute little nasal moans when she cums, do you?”
Park Simin’s face twisted with jealousy and humiliation.
“My friends creampied her the very first night they met her. I was the one who ordered her to get her pussy waxed completely bare.”
No matter how many times Park Simin had approached her, Han Sang-mi had always politely refused or only agreed to the occasional meal. To him, she had been an untouchable, haughty goddess.
Yet that same woman had drunk with a man she just met, gone to a motel, and spread her legs for him. The mere thought of another man sucking on those lips, groping those breasts, and fucking that pussy made Park Simin’s blood surge with rage.
It was the ultimate humiliation for any man.
He wanted to lash out, but he couldn’t. Something seemed to be blocking the path his anger should have taken. It was the fear Kang Geon had planted in him moments earlier.
Unable to even get angry, Park Simin finally realized he was inferior to Kang Geon in every way. He was the kind of pathetic loser who could only piss himself in front of the woman he liked while another man freely molested her breasts right in front of him—and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.
The humiliation and rage curdled into deep self-loathing. The mental wound was so severe that Park Simin’s face turned deathly pale. Even if the scar eventually healed, he would never be the same person again.
Today’s humiliation was something he would never, ever forget.