Chapter 137
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Hee-seon's Indecent Photo
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A nude photo of a big-titted woman with a riding crop clenched in her teeth.
'This is practically her sending it just to tempt me.'
Her pussy had the crumpled apron shoved inside, with only a bit of the strap poking out. As Han So-in stared at the message from Song Hee-seon, he tried his best to calm himself down.
'Fuck, that's hot... Damn. How am I supposed to hold back from this?'
Luckily, Hee-seon's daughter was right there waiting beside him. So-in stretched out his foot and caressed Hee-na's pussy.
"Ahng...!"
The sensation of fondling a precious woman's pussy with his foot felt utterly novel.
'Maybe I should just keep Hee-na stationed here every day. It's so damn good to touch her whenever I want... Ugh, this is happiness...'
As he toyed with Hee-na's pussy, So-in replied to Hee-seon.
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So-in: Did you rub oil on your body?
Hee-seon: Yes, I had some adult toys left over from before...
So-in: What about your pussy?
Hee-seon: I figured wearing something there wouldn't look good aesthetically... I just wanted it to look nice for you...
So-in: Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.
Hee-seon: Okay, I'll be waiting for your call.
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Gazing at Hee-seon's pervy photo, So-in checked his other messages.
'Even at the same level 3, the higher the disposition, the more aggressive they get?'
He pulled his foot away from where he'd been caressing Hee-na's pussy and gathered his thoughts. It felt like there might be a correlation.
'Hee-na...'
Maybe he'd rushed too much in developing her bondage disposition. With that in mind, he glanced down at the bottom right. She was still kneeling steadily, her thighs quivering just slightly as she held her rigid posture.
'Does she like it or not? No clue.'
For now, unlike his worries, she was enduring it silently without a word. With clamps on both nipples and her thighs spread wide, it had to be hard to maintain her balance.
'Maybe she does have the disposition, but it's not that intense?'
Unable to read her inner thoughts, So-in felt a twinge of tension. After observing her for a bit, he noticed her entire face was flushed red.
'Even her ears and neck... They're beet red.'
Arousal. He'd only bound her and given her the occasional light touch, but she seemed to be receiving constant sexual stimulation. So-in, who lacked a bondage disposition himself, found it hard to understand, but the effect looked promising.
[Kim Hee-na, Sexual Fetish: Bondage(2)]
'Feels like just a little more and it'll go up...'
As he considered taking her out bound like this, a knocking sound snapped him out of it.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
It sounded like small hands rapping on the door.
'Who's this late? Not Rumi, surely.'
He glanced at Hee-na. She was down on her knees in latex, breasts and pussy exposed. Bound and kneeling.
'Can't let anyone see this.'
He decided to play it off like no one was home.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
(I know you're in there. Really.)
Rumi's voice. So-in figured his moans must've been too loud.
'Gotta open up for a sec. But can't show her this.'
Every knock made Hee-na flinch.
"I'll keep knocking forever. Just give me a minute to sort it out."
"Eung...!"
She seemed to want to say something, but with her mouth forced open, she couldn't form words. Another knock-knock-knock came, and So-in called out.
"Just a sec!"
He grabbed the large cardboard box the fridge had come in, tore one side partially, and flipped it over Hee-na, boxing her up in her current pose with a hole for her face? Wait, one side open.
"Can't let anyone see, so stay put under there for a bit."
"Mmng...!"
Every time she tried to speak, the nipple clamps jingled.
"Moving makes the bells ring, so just stay still."
Finished, So-in went and opened the front door. There stood his neighbor, Kim Rumi, looking even prettier than last time.
"Oh? Rumi. What's up?"
"Ugh...!"
She peeked subtly into the room.
"Did the girl leave?"
"Huh?"
"She was screaming so loud... Couldn't sleep. Can't do my homework either..."
"Oh, that..."
So-in pointed to the monitor he'd left on. He'd prepared the alibi in advance.
"Guess I had the video up too loud."
"Gasp."
A massive monitor playing porn. Rumi didn't know what to do.
"Sorry. Thought you had a girl over."
"What, you thought I brought a girl, forced myself on her, made her wear pervert clothes or something?"
"...Sorry."
So-in wanted to send her off quick. Hee-na was boxed up, but still in her lewd state, unable to move an inch. Any motion would ring the nipple bells.
"Misunderstanding cleared up, so..."
As he tried to close the door, Rumi blocked it.
"Wait!"
"Eek!"
Embarrassed, but So-in couldn't stop her barging in. Physical weakling, one Han So-in. With her D-cup tits pushing, he couldn't even block with his hands. Wrong move and it'd be assault charges.
"Hey, you can't just come in like..."
So-in panicked. Hee-na was just a few steps away, tits and pussy out, bound.
"I'll leave soon, just a bit. I have something to talk about."
"...Then go in one minute."
"Three minutes."
"...Sigh."
She plopped naturally onto the bed—the very spot where Hee-na had just face-planted into orgasm moments ago. So-in kept one hand on the box in case it slipped, standing guard.
'What? Rumi came braless.'
Her already huge tits clung visibly to her top. Even her nipples poked through faintly.
'Did she just roll out of bed? Ugh...'
Another oddity as she sat on the bed. She usually wore baggy clothes, but...
'Can't tell if those are pants or panties.'
Bottoms that could be underwear or sleepwear, exposing her full thighs. Utterly defenseless.
'If she weren't such a shut-in, she'd be super popular... She's gotten prettier since pairing with Mi-na. Wait, her tits look bigger too?'
He'd pegged her at D-cup, but now it felt like E. As he scanned her body, So-in cleared his throat and shook his head.
'What am I doing? If we get caught now, it's disaster.'
Peel the box off, and it'd reveal the nipple-bell pervert girl. Plus...
'She's from the same school as Hee-na. Big trouble.'
Avoiding her tits and thighs, So-in spoke quickly.
"What's the issue?"
"Why'd you trick me?"
"Pardon?"
Rumi fiddled with her black ribbon ponytail, pausing. No study glasses for once—uncharacteristic.
"Han So-in, top of the class we were supposed to take down together."
"Yeah, I said I'd help."
Rumi narrowed her eyes.
"That was you."
Busted.
So-in reflected on his past white lies. Either way, time to send her packing. Couldn't expose Hee-na without her consent.
"You could take me down too."
"What're you talking about? For real. How much effort I..."
Betrayed and pissed, she leaned forward, brows furrowed. Face closing in, so So-in blocked her advance. Deflated, Rumi planted both hands on the bed and sighed.
"What's that? New fridge?"
Jingle.
As Rumi asked, a faint bell tinkled. Hee-na's nipple clamp bells swaying.
"Huh?"
"Ugh, the old fridge was busted, so I got a new one."
"Can I open it?"
Rumi stood. Hearing the bell piqued her curiosity.
"W-Wait!"
In a panic, So-in shoved Rumi down. Legs tangled, and thud—both tumbled onto the bed.
"Ow...!"
"S-Sorry."
Somehow, So-in ended up pinning Rumi. His hands were on her. He yanked them free and straightened up—straddling her waist now.
"Ugh... Get off..."
"When're you heading home?"
"After seeing the fridge..."
"No way."
"Can't show me even that?"
It was a hasty box cover; one kick and Hee-na's pervy form would be exposed. So-in couldn't let her go while pinning her.
"Head back now. I got urgent stuff."
"...!"
Pinned under So-in, Rumi stared up. Her face was strikingly prettier now. Fresh eye makeup made her alluring.
"Teach me how to get along with guys... Why no lessons lately?"
"Uh..."
The girl he'd met and immediately forced his dick into, breaking her hymen. So-in pondered why she was here.
'Rumi's disposition is forced molestation... So...'
He glanced at her chest. A college girl in a sheer top showing her areolas, thighs bare, visiting a guy's room.
'No way... She came hoping to get assaulted on purpose?'
Pinned beneath, Rumi squirmed a bit...
'She's struggling, but not enough to flip me...'
Just the right amount of resistance—not quite flipping him over.