The Recording Condition
"Are you sure you fully understand what you just said?"
"Yeah..."
Watching Kim Isol answer so calmly, I truly couldn't believe it.
That prideful Kim Isol? Right in front of me?
What kind of absurd situation was this?
I had no choice but to ask again and again.
"Kim Isol. You're saying you'll piss right in front of me. You know that, right?"
"...Yeah."
Hah... this was genuinely shocking.
I thought it over carefully.
What the hell was this girl scheming right now?
Was she serious?
Even if I watched her pee, there was no guarantee that Kim Isol wouldn't attack me once she got her power back, was there?
This wasn't just a bad deal—it was a complete loss for me alone.
And just because she promised verbally didn't mean I could be sure she'd actually show me.
That was why I spoke up.
"You understand, right? Before I cooperate, you have to show me first, Kim Isol."
"Yeah..."
Had she given up completely?
It seemed she really intended to show me.
Still, my safety remaining unguaranteed hadn't changed.
But I couldn't suddenly back out of my words at this point either.
It wasn't that I didn't want to watch—far from it—but with no idea how Kim Isol would act once her power returned, I needed a perfect safeguard.
Sure, I had a shield, but while it might stop an ordinary person's attack, whether it could block a powerful strike from an Awoken even a few times was still unknown.
I racked my brain.
What did I need to do to survive?
And the method came to me surprisingly fast.
The answer was always close at hand, after all.
Hearing this, Kim Isol would probably refuse stubbornly, maybe even get angry.
But that was her problem. Whether she agreed with my opinion or rejected it, the choice was hers alone.
I spoke to Kim Isol, who wore a resolute expression.
"Fine. But there's one condition. Is that all right?"
"What condition?"
"I'm going to film you, Kim Isol."
"What?"
"Well, think about it. Just because I watch that doesn't guarantee you won't attack me afterward, right? So as a means of protecting myself, I'll keep a recording of you... you know, peeing. Of course, if you don't attack me, I won't show it to anyone. But if I happen to get hurt or die, it'll be released immediately—I'll upload it to my personal cloud. I'll even get a will notarized stating that the cloud files get released if I die. How about it?"
Of course I had no intention of actually getting anything notarized.
It was pure bluff, just me putting on airs so it would sound impressive to Kim Isol.
Why upload it somewhere that might get hacked? I'd just keep it for myself.
More than wanting to record her, I mostly hoped she'd give up for today and just go home already.
There was already a naked woman lying in the next room, so I wasn't exactly desperate to see Kim Isol pee right this second.
If she showed me, of course I'd enjoy the view.
Anyway, given Kim Isol's personality, there was no way she'd allow something this embarrassing and humiliating to be filmed.
She'd refuse for sure.
On the other hand, if—however slim the chance—she actually permitted the filming, that would be like putting a shackle on Kim Isol.
Either way, I had nothing to lose.
While I was rationalizing it to myself like that, Kim Isol stood at the crossroads of a once-in-a-lifetime choice.
An Awoken life bought with shame, or living as an ordinary person while keeping her dignity.
Because of her own earlier claim that she'd do anything even if I added more conditions, she couldn't even get angry or talk back—she must have been cornered.
She seemed to realize that if she answered here, I'd just say, "You said you'd do anything, right? If you don't like it, please leave," and then she'd have nothing left to say.
"You're going to refuse anyway, right? Then please just go home now."
"No. I'll do it. But you absolutely can't show the recording to anyone. If that happens, I'll kill you and then myself."
"W-wait a second. You're saying you'll allow the filming right now?"
"Why so surprised? Did you think I'd refuse?"
Her tone had grown even calmer, as if her resolve had hardened.
But that calm voice was somehow even colder.
In the depths of her narrowed eyes I felt something icy, like a sheet of frozen glass.
That was definitely sincere.
And if I ever released the footage of her peeing, I got the distinct feeling she'd drop a nuclear bomb on my house without hesitation.
"Of course. I'll watch it alone."
Her previously cold expression shifted back to flustered.
She probably wanted to tell me not to watch it either, but she hesitated, afraid that if she said that I'd reply, "Fine then. Let's just forget the whole thing."
Our little staring contest ended there, and in the end only Kim Isol and I were left inside the cramped bathroom.
Just the two of us.
Both of us were so tense we couldn't easily speak.
She from embarrassment and shame.
Me because I was carefully choosing my words in case she suddenly backed out.
How the hell had things ended up like this?
I'd only meant to thoroughly mess with a rude twenty-year-old Awoken who treated me like dirt, and now I was standing in a bathroom doing this.
"Um... can you go right away? Want some water?"
"No. I haven't gone to the bathroom once since leaving home, so I'm fine like this."
Last time she'd asked for water the moment she entered my house, but she wasn't doing that today, so she must have hydrated plenty already.
It wasn't even hot enough to sweat.
"Then I'll grab a plastic bottle."
I hurried back with an empty plastic bottle.
A clear two-liter mineral water bottle, emptied out.
This size would be more than enough no matter how much she peed—it wouldn't overflow.
Kim Isol's expression was a sight to behold.
Her face kept shifting between despair and anger in some strange mix.
Her face, neck, and ears were flushed red as if she were drunk, heat rising off her.
She'd bitten her lips so hard it was a mess.
"Ready? What about the skirt? Just take it off. It'll get in the way of the filming."
She'd been sitting on the closed toilet lid, and now she stood up again to remove her skirt.
I stood on the open bathroom threshold and pressed the record button on my smartphone.
The moment the phone's camera pointed straight at her—
"Not yet... why are you filming already!"
"Huh? If you don't like it, should we just call the whole thing off?"
She glared at me with pure murder in her eyes, thoroughly pissed off.
Our gazes met, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes.
She was probably furious at herself for being unable to resist even when I suggested quitting.
But the water had already been spilled.
Both Kim Isol and I had come this far—we couldn't suddenly stop now.
In my future plans for how to break Kim Isol, tame her, and use her...
Ideas were already pouring out, so backing down was out of the question.
I gave a little push to Kim Isol's back as she still hesitated even about removing her skirt.
I tossed out a single line so she wouldn't be able to stand not taking it off right away.
"Are you doing this on purpose? Drawing it out like a porn actress. Honestly, that makes it even hotter—I like it. I thought this would be over in three minutes, but at this rate I can enjoy it for thirty."
She might completely write me off as a pervert after this, but I couldn't wait forever either.
If Lee Donggeul woke up in the middle of this, another whole mess might break out.
Kim Isol finally brought her hands to her waist.
And without any further hesitation she pulled her skirt down and off.
It looked like she was desperately trying not to show me even a hint of sexiness.
Wow.
But the pure white legs revealed right in front of me were far too stimulating.
Her panties were pretty cute in their own way, and those sleek legs made me want to try putting all sorts of stockings on them.
The muscle in her thighs was just right—I wanted to reach out and touch them immediately.
Especially that face flushed bright red with shame acted as the perfect seasoning, making the whole situation even more lewd.
I forgot about the smartphone in my hand for a moment and stared, completely entranced.
My heartbeat kept getting faster.
Even the way she twisted her legs together trying to hide herself stirred something inside me.
Should I just yank those panties down and shove it in right now?
She wasn't an Awoken anymore, so I had the physical advantage anyway.
Her lower body excited me enough to make thoughts like that surface.
But I couldn't actually act on them.
Better to just enjoy this razor-edge situation a little longer.
Forcing things could blow everything up, and the quiet, teasing lewdness of a moment like this had its own unique charm.
I almost complimented her pretty legs but stopped myself.
I still shouldn't praise Kim Isol yet.
I'd save that for the distant future when she obediently followed my every word.
"What are you doing? Pull the panties down already too."
As I said it I fixed the smartphone on her again.
At first I captured her expression up close, then slowly lowered the camera to film her lower body.
And I did it blatantly, thoroughly—starting from the tips of her toes, climbing her calves, past her knees, all the way up her thighs.
Then slowly, deliberately, I filmed right between her legs.
"Could you turn around for a second?"
"Why the back!"
"Then we can just forget—"
"Fuck, you pervert bastard."
Even while spitting rough words, Kim Isol followed my order and spun around once.
Why did her backside look even sexier?
Just like when I'd filmed the front, I scanned every part of her.
My personal preference was the rear view, but it was a shame I couldn't see her embarrassed expression this way.
Still, I wasn't ready to have her turn back yet.
"Take them off like this, please."
"L-like this?"
"What, don't tell me you want to show the front first?"
"N-no!"
I'd wanted her to pull the panties down slowly, like slow motion.
But Kim Isol yanked them down in just a few seconds with a single motion.
As if she knew exactly what I wanted and was deliberately acting mechanical.
I hadn't gotten a good shot, but what could I do?
I'd just have to be satisfied with the firm, bouncy ass I could see right now.
At the moment her butt was clenched tight with tension.
Her thighs were pressed completely together too—an ironclad defense that hid every secret place.
Still, it was plenty lewd just like this.
That white, pale ass clenched with force had a perfect shape, and with those moderately muscled thighs it formed a flawless ass-and-thigh line.
I wanted to ask her to pick up the soap that had fallen underneath, but that wasn't today's purpose.
Time to check the front now.
"Turn around now. As slowly as you can."
"Pervert bastard..."
Once again Kim Isol ignored my request and spun around in one go.
The first thing I checked was her face.
That expression dyed red with shame.
The tears that had welled up earlier had already spilled down her cheeks several times.
And yet my heart was pounding and blood was rushing straight to my crotch.
I'd never denied that I was born a man who liked women and was a bit of a pervert in certain ways, but today I almost felt like I had some strange new fetish.
At this point even Kim Isol's rough language didn't bother me.
"You need to move your hands. This is actually even hotter... almost showing, almost hiding."
She immediately pulled her hands away and was staring up at the ceiling.
She didn't know what to do with both hands, clenching and unclenching them over and over.
In contrast her lower body was now still.
Trembling lightly, it openly revealed the place that had been so carefully hidden.
There was a bit more pubic hair than Lee Donggeul's, but compared to the women I'd seen it was so sparse I almost wondered if she was really twenty.
And below that spread a red slit that looked like it had never been used for anything except peeing.
I moved the hand holding the phone and started filming her slit.
It wasn't particularly wet, but it still looked beautiful enough—and delicious enough—that I wanted to devour it right then and there.
I forced down the compliment that almost slipped out and slowly pulled the phone back as I spoke.
"How does it feel being seen like this?"
"......"
"It's fine. Be honest with me. Ah, and please say that I'm not forcing or blackmailing you into this. Just in case later."
"I... kept my promise... so you keep yours too... or I'll kill you."
"Of course. Now, will you show me? Can you do it standing?"
"......"
When would she ever have peed standing up?
I'd just said it casually, but she shot me a sharp glare.
"The floor's a bit much, so could you step up onto the toilet and do it? Spread your legs like this."
"......"
"You don't want to?"
"Who said I don't want to?"
Kim Isol snatched the plastic bottle right out of my left hand.