A Queen’s Hidden Itch
Cha Sieun’s phone buzzed with another message from Minjun.
“Tch. What’s wrong with handcuffs… right, puppy~?”
“Huh…? Y-yes. Yes, Master. Handcuffs are the best. The ones where Master ties me up… are my favorite.”
“I called you a dog, yet you’re still talking like a person?”
“Ah… ugh…”
Shhhk—
The woman who had been exchanging texts with Minjun suddenly kicked out without warning. Explosive power generated from her trained lower body flowed through perfect weight transfer into the top of her foot. With a sharp slicing sound through the air, Sieun’s foot slammed straight into the groin of the man whose limbs were bound in an X-shape.
THUD—!
“Ughhhk…!!! Uggghhhiiiiiiit!!!!!!”
“Too loud.”
“Uaaah… ughhk… ughk…”
The man’s eyes were bloodshot and bulging, ready to pop out. Drool poured from the corner of his mouth. It was only natural after taking such a brutal blow to the balls. Even so, despite his mind going blank, he desperately swallowed his screams. He clamped his mouth shut and even held back the ragged breaths leaking through his nose.
He knew that displeasing the queen in front of him would bring far greater pain and terror. The fear etched into his body by experience forced him to obey.
“How’s that~? Does it feel good getting hit? You like it when I beat you, don’t you?”
“Ugeeeek… ughk… Yes… It feels good… I’m happy being beaten by Master…”
The man answered, drowning in fear and pleasure. Sieun nodded as she watched him.
“Of course you do. You love getting hit… and I love hitting…”
She muttered quietly, then fell into thought.
Yeah, I love hitting… but why…
She didn’t want to admit it, but lately this issue had been twisting her insides. The stress was no joke. A problem she had never once considered had suddenly taken over her mind. And it had all started after she met Kim Minjun.
My taste is…
Ever since her first love rejected her, men had been nothing more than toys for Sieun to dominate and play with. She would toy with them until she got bored, break them, and then throw them away when even that became dull. After being dumped as a girl who had mustered the courage to confess with a pure heart, she became a queen—and men began submitting to her. Far too easily.
She would approach them first with her carefree, sexy vibe, gently seduce them, then reshape their bodies until they could no longer feel satisfied without her. And then she would destroy them. Beat them. Force them to submit. When she grew tired, she discarded them without mercy.
It had all been fun. Like a perfectly crafted game, the situations unfolded exactly as expected, and dominating and breaking the men inside those scenarios exactly to her taste had been unbearably pleasurable. She believed domination was her calling, that she had been born solely to rule.
Then why… whenever I think of that guy…
Sieun raised a hand and gently stroked her own belly. The boy she had met and played with not long ago. No, he still carried the beautiful traces of a boy rather than a man—so pure that even swallowing him whole wouldn’t feel dirty. Just thinking about Kim Minjun made her feel strange.
What the hell did I even do with Minjun… I can’t remember…
Her memories of that hotel were hazy, as if wrapped in fog. Yet whenever she tried to recall what happened, her lower abdomen would tighten. The area around her navel would sting, throb, and itch. Her stomach itched like a cunt in heat. She felt like she had to do something about it, but she had no idea what.
Her pussy would stop crying once a cock was shoved inside, but she didn’t know how to respond to the mating signals coming from her belly. Or rather, she had a vague sense of what it was, but she hated even thinking about it. She refused to acknowledge it.
Just thinking about Minjun… why… I like hitting… I like dominating…
It was a dangerous feeling. Sieun stopped thinking. Whenever she thought of Kim Minjun, it felt like her deepest core was crumbling. It was irritating and frustrating. That was why her play had become even more violent lately. She mercilessly beat and broke her pitiful sex partners who couldn’t even resist with their limbs bound.
Yet something was still missing. No matter how hard she swung the whip or crushed their cocks, there was an emptiness she could never fill—an invisible thorn lodged deep in her chest that could never be pulled out.
So annoying… so frustrating…
That sense of lack made her mood filthy. Since her middle school days, she had lived as a perfect queen without any deficiencies. She would rather die than beg or cling to someone now. She absolutely couldn’t do that.
Unless it was the other way around.
“Hey… want me to hit you?”
“Yes. Yes, please hit me. Please grant me your grace, Master.”
“…Ugh, you crazy bastard. I’m getting tired of you too. Time to throw you away soon.”
“Uwaaaah… N-no! Master!! I was wrong. Hic… I was wrong. Please don’t throw me away. Please… I’ll die… I’ll die without Master…”
“Really? Then bark for me. You know I like dogs, right? If you bark like a real dog, I’ll be a little nicer.”
“Grrrrr. Woof!! Woof!! Woof!!!”
“Pfft. What a fucking idiot.”
Sieun began beating the man again. She didn’t even need SM tools. Her well-trained fists and legs mercilessly pounded every inch of his body. It was less sex and more pure violence, yet the man accepted her brutality with a happy heart. His body hurt, of course, but he was already an irredeemable sex slave who could only feel alive when submitting to Sieun and being beaten by her.
Of course, he hadn’t always been like this. A few months ago, the man had visited the fitness center where Sieun worked purely by chance—and very unfortunately—to exercise.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Krrgh…!! Guhheeeek!!! Keck!! Keck!!”
Sieun rained punches on the man’s stomach. She was so irritated she couldn’t hold back. Even if this pathetic toy enjoyed it, there was no way she would ever be happy being treated this way. The mere thought that she had even considered it made her feel worse, so she kept hammering his gut.
Yet no matter how violently she beat him or cursed him, Sieun could never erase the female brand that had been carved into her own belly.
***
I had lunch with Sieun noona. Since I had promised to treat her to something expensive last time, I took her to the fine dining restaurant inside the hotel. I was a bit worried because it was my first time there, but Sieun noona handled everything so skillfully that there were no problems.
After we finished the satisfying main course and were sipping the coffee that came as dessert, I casually brought up the topic of Yeonju.
Sieun noona listened with a very intrigued expression, chiming in at the right moments. Her great reactions boosted my energy, so I ended up spilling every single story about Yeonju without hesitation.
“Minjun. I’ve heard everything. In my opinion, that bitch is completely insane.”
“Why? How can you be so sure?”
“That girl named Jeonghye. She goes to Yonsei University, right?”
“Yes. So?”
“Highly educated people are usually right. They wouldn’t be highly educated for no reason. They’re smart and think deeply—that’s why they’re highly educated.”
“Come on. Then noona and I are completely screwed. We might as well keep our mouths shut for the rest of our lives.”
“Why me? I graduated from Seoul National University.”
“Huh?”
My head spun from the bombshell. Sieun noona was incredibly beautiful, but she didn’t have the face of someone who studied hard. To be brutally honest, she looked like a total beach slut with a delinquent vibe. Her style matched that image perfectly. Even today she was wearing a skin-tight spandex mini dress that showed off her cola-bottle figure. It was so short that the restaurant staff serving us looked visibly embarrassed.
Yet this person who seemed like she had built a literal fortress between herself and studying suddenly dropped “Seoul National University” like it was nothing. My head was ringing. It felt like discovering that the cum-rag slut I trusted was actually a pure virgin who didn’t know anything about the world.
“I did graduate from SNU. College of Physical Education, double major in Psychology.”
“Fuck… stop lying. I don’t believe you. Show me proof.”
“That’s not hard… but why should I? What will you do for me if I prove it?”
“I’ll do whatever you tell me… well, almost anything… as long as it’s not handcuffs.”
“Hmmm~ Okay. Then search my name online.”
I did as she said and opened the browser, typing in her three-syllable name. At this point it seemed like it might be real, but I still didn’t want to believe it. I was secretly hoping someone would tell me it was all a hidden camera prank. But when her profile popped up, the education section clearly said “Seoul National University.”
It was surprising that she was famous enough to have a searchable profile, but seeing “SNU” written there made Sieun noona suddenly feel like a complete stranger.
“Ah… I can’t be friends with highly educated people… Let’s just end our friendship.”
“You’re in the middle of flirting with that Jeonghye girl. She’s highly educated too, you know.”
“That’s different… but why are you suddenly pointing it out so sharply? Do you realize how unfamiliar you feel right now, noona?”
“Wow… your inferiority complex is really bad, huh? Our Minjun can’t study?”
“No. I’m going to a prestigious foreign university with a higher ranking than SNU, okay?”
“By donating a shit-ton of money?”
“…You really feel like a stranger now…”
That was the end of our meal together. To soothe my gloomy mood, I headed straight to the hotel room. It was incredibly convenient that we could go straight up to the room without any travel time after eating at the hotel restaurant.
We entered the room and showered first. Since we had just eaten, cleaning our bodies before sex was basic courtesy toward each other. I showered first so she could take her time, then waited in a bathrobe. Suddenly, I heard Sieun noona’s voice from the bathroom.
“Minjun~~ Come here for a second~”
“Okay, wait a moment.”
I got up immediately and headed to the bathroom. Her voice was full of coy nasal tones, so I assumed she had gotten horny while washing and wanted to have bathroom sex. But when I actually stepped inside, the scene was completely different from what I had imagined.
“Hmm…”
I was so shocked by the sight that I couldn’t speak for a while. Noona was lying on the wide bathroom floor in a position like she was giving birth. Between her frog-like spread legs—where her pussy should have been—there was a white tape I had never seen before. For a second I panicked, thinking she had grown tired of her slutty life, felt remorse, and decided to seal her pussy hole as an extreme measure. But I quickly realized it was waxing tape.
“Stop staring and come take this off quickly. It’s hard for me to do it alone.”
“Ah… yes…”
I approached her. I got closer and openly admired the sight of her lying there. I had said she felt unfamiliar earlier, but the truly unfamiliar version of her was right now. The noona who was asking me for help seemed fundamentally twisted from the one I knew. It felt incredibly awkward.
The Queen herself was asking me to help with hair removal—specifically pubic hair removal. I never imagined the proud, high-nosed Sieun noona would ever make such a request.
What the hell is this? Did she suddenly turn into a gentle flavor?
I was curious, but the reason why she had suddenly become gentle wasn’t important. I was too busy savoring the sight of her lying with her legs spread wide, exposing everything to me.
At first she seemed to be tempting me, but the more I stared, the more her face gradually flushed with shame. That forbidden, arousing look was so erotic that I deliberately moved as slowly as possible, making Sieun noona feel as humiliated as I could.
“…”
“…Why are you holding your breath? You asked me to do it. Are you embarrassed now that I’m right in front of you?”
I spoke in a voice that even I thought sounded annoyingly mischievous. The way she whipped her head to the side at my sly expression and tone was unbearably adorable.
What the hell. Why is this noona acting like this all of a sudden?
It was as if she had eaten a Devil Fruit that turned her into a proper lady. The spicy Sieun noona I knew had suddenly become sweet, and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. She used to be so spicy you had to eat her with tears and snot running down your face—like nuclear fire chicken—but now it felt like someone had sprinkled cheese powder on top, turning her into the perfect flavor for my palate. Her slutty face, cola-bottle body, and the shameful expression that tied it all together were absolutely perfect.
“I don’t know… just hurry up and take it off…”
“Aww. Your attitude suddenly got so cold… If you act like that, I don’t feel like helping anymore.”
“We made a bet earlier. You said you’d do whatever I told you to.”
“Ah~~ So that’s what you were saving it for. Then I guess I have to help.”
I sat down between her widely spread, smooth, firm legs. Then, to loosen the visibly tense muscles in her thighs, I gave her thigh a light slap with my palm.
Slap—
“Eut…!”