Submission (2)
I grabbed the hand she offered and pulled her up, lifting her frail, delicate body to its feet.
Her eyes were dead. Her movements had lost all vitality.
With every last shred of willpower stripped away, she could only breathe in shallow, ragged gasps. I gently stroked her.
The moment my hand touched her head, she shuddered violently, flinching in terror.
But she had already lost every ounce of courage needed to run from me.
“…”
I said nothing to her. Instead, I simply pointed downward with my finger.
Her gaze followed my fingertip. When she saw what waited at its destination, she looked back at me, her eyes twisting into a shape that looked ready to cry.
I paid no attention to the silent plea of such a fragile woman.
I roughly squeezed her blatantly exposed breasts.
Then I pointed once more at the last remaining piece of clothing.
“…Yes.”
With a sigh thick with resignation, she slipped her fingers into the pants she had borrowed from her sister and slowly pulled them down.
Little by little.
The firm ass and toned thighs that that bastard had groped earlier were now fully revealed under the moonlight.
This was the culmination of effort that couldn’t be achieved by training hard for just a year or two.
Staring at a body that had been artificially sculpted and polished to seduce people—just like my own—I felt a strange sense of kinship.
I stared directly at the underwear that still remained.
I refused to meet the gaze of the woman who was watching me with those dead eyes.
“…”
In the end.
She reached for the final scrap of fabric, biting her lip as she removed it.
Even though she was this beautiful, this woman who despised me.
The more I watched her raise her knees in that pathetic posture and discard her last covering, the more the sadistic urge buried deep in my heart swelled.
Was it because I had lived a life overflowing with love for so long?
Or had the affection I’d unknowingly developed for the woman I once vowed to take revenge on caused all of this to build up inside me without my realizing?
I still didn’t know the answer.
It would only be possible to grade it after I’d vented all my resentment on her.
“…Is this enough?”
At her trembling question, I nodded and gently stroked her soft hair.
This time she was too busy trying to cover her breasts and private parts to flinch at the light skinship.
I really liked seeing this once overbearing woman show such an adorable side.
So that she could shed some of her shame, I took off my own bottoms and tossed them onto the floor.
“Y-you said you wouldn’t… Kang Juhyuk…”
“I have no intention of doing it. …I’ll keep my promise.”
The moment she saw my cock, swollen so rigidly it looked grotesque and burning hot,
she recoiled from me in horror—completely different from the first time she had faced me.
The innocent reaction strangely excited me. I twisted my previously indifferent expression and took one step closer to her.
Then I touched the stinging wound on my shoulder, wiped away the blood,
brushed aside the arm she was desperately using to cover her pussy,
and smeared the blood onto her exposed, slightly rough mound, toying with Seo Jia.
“Stop…!”
“Instead, if you break your promise too, this is what will happen. …You’ve never done it before, right?”
“…”
Haeun and Hinami had both been inexperienced, but even I had never imagined they would be.
The woman before me, however, was different.
It was obvious without needing to check.
If I hadn’t known her at all, there would have been no basis for judgment, but knowing Seo Jia’s age, personality, and work ethic, there was no way she had been going around meeting men.
Perhaps that was why.
The excitement I felt was different from when I had simply stumbled upon something unknown.
“If you don’t want to get hurt like this, don’t lie to me. …I won’t tell a single lie either.”
“…Yes.”
“Follow me. We’re going to wash.”
I removed my hand from her trembling pussy, picked up only my phone from the pants I had dropped on the floor, and headed for the bathroom.
The moment I stepped inside, I pulled out several towels from the shelf above the sink and stacked them, then propped my phone against them, standing it up neatly.
It was the same building, the same layout after all.
The phone on the shelf captured everything beyond the shower booth glass just as it always did, efficiently satisfying my ugly desires.
The only difference was the person following behind me.
“Get in.”
“…”
She swallowed hard when she saw the propped-up phone, then walked toward the shower booth on shaky legs.
After confirming she was properly framed on the screen, I followed her into the camera’s field of view.
Even the full, firm breasts that no longer entered my own two eyes would be captured clearly by my other eye.
Of course,
to her, there could be no greater nightmare than this.
“What are you doing? Turn on the water.”
“Ah… yes.”
I stood quietly behind her, stroking her shoulders as I enjoyed the stream pouring from the showerhead.
At first it was freezing cold.
The water that had soaked my body gradually warmed, gently heating both me and her.
It stung a little whenever it flowed into the wound, but
compared to the pain of throwing a pitch, it was nothing more than a tickle. Honestly, it didn’t hurt at all.
“While you’re washing, I’m going to ask you a lot of questions. If you don’t lie even once, I’ll just leave today.”
“…Yes.”
“If there’s anything you want to ask me, you can. …I won’t lie either.”
I ran my hands down her soaking wet body and carefully wrapped my arms around her pale figure from behind.
She looked so fragile that it seemed she would break or shatter if I held her too tightly.
But when I touched her, her skin was far more firm and smooth than I had expected.
A far more balanced and healthy figure than Haeun or Hinami.
So that my other eye could capture this beautiful sculpture more clearly, I slowly pushed her forward until she was pressed against the transparent wall.
“How much do you hate me?”
“…A lot.”
I slipped my hand under her breasts, which were now squished against the wall, and caressed her slightly visible ribs as I asked.
“Be specific.”
“…More than anyone else in the world.”
As a reward for her honest answer, I stroked her wet hair and tidied it for her.
“What did you think the first time you saw me?”
“Just… that you were tall and had a good body…”
“Don’t lie.”
“It’s true, it really is…. When I was little, baseball…”
“Not then. …At Haeun’s house.”
There were times when she failed to grasp the point of the question, but she never lied.
That fact was so endearing that I moved my hand a little lower, stroking her firm abs while gently caressing her ear.
“…I thought you were strange.”
“What part?”
“Your… cock was really… grotesque…”
“Have you seen any others besides mine?”
“I get a lot of dirty pictures in my DMs all the time…”
She couldn’t even bring herself to mix in the slightest lie.
I brought my lips close to Seo Jia’s ear as she spilled every thought in her head without filter and whispered in a lower voice.
“Have you never thought about wanting it inside you?”
“I haven’t…”
“Why? Don’t girls your age usually have a lot of interest in sex?”
“Not me… ngh…….”
Probably,
even that statement wasn’t a lie.
“Haah, stop…”
“I told you not to lie. …A bitch who starts whimpering just from having her ear lightly bitten says she has no interest?”
“It’s true, it really is…!”
“How many times have you masturbated?”
“I’ve never… ugh…!”
…This.
It was honestly hard to believe straight away.
Still, I chose not to treat it as a lie. I moved the hand that had been on her lower belly and began to tease the pussy of this pure woman who had never even touched herself.
The moment my fingers, soaked by the water cascading from the shower, touched her untouched clit,
“Haah, I haven’t, r-really. …I’ve never felt it before…….”
“…So you really didn’t know how to masturbate.”
As if her earlier words had been a lie,
she trembled violently at the waist and unconsciously rubbed her ass back against my cock.
“No, haah…, it’s true. When you touch it, it doesn’t… feel good…”
“Then why are you shaking so much?”
“That’s… because I’m scared…….”
“…I told you not to lie.”
“It’s true… ah…! Hoo…….”
Every time I massaged her clit with wet, squelching sounds, her legs shook so badly that I couldn’t believe her words.
However, her reaction—absolutely drenched in fear—was believable enough.
She herself probably didn’t think she was lying.
She might truly be trembling because she was terrified of me.
But where her trembling actually came from
didn’t really matter all that much.
“Haah…, haah…. Please stop touching me…”
“…You really never felt anything before?”
“It doesn’t feel good… ugh…….”
When a man and a woman cross the shaking bridge, is their pounding heart because they like each other?
Or is it simply because crossing the bridge is scary?
People cannot tell the difference.
“Then let’s change the question. …When did you shave?”
“Hoo… ugh…, a few… weeks ago…”
“It feels a little rough. So you naturally had a lot of hair?”
“…”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
“I did… have a lot. Originally…”
Whether her body was shrinking because she feared me,
or whether she was unconsciously feeling it because she secretly liked muscular men,
Seo Jia could not tell the two apart either.
“Your sister barely had any hair. …Guess sisters can be different?”
“…I don’t know about that… ah…….”
“Your sister liked it when I squeezed her tits and bit her ears. I wonder if that’s different too.”
“Haah, stop…, ngh……!”
I nibbled on her bright red ear.
I slipped my hand between her and the glass wall, reshaping her heavily compressed breasts into wild, unrestrained shapes.
…It really made me think they were definitely sisters.
She let out a flood of obscene sounds and twisted her whole body in response to my touch.
“Hoo…, huu, mmm….”
Perhaps she hated herself for feeling it.
She covered her mouth with her own hand, desperately trying to hold back her moans.
“Puhah… ah, no….”
I
had no intention of tolerating her lies,
nor of letting her cover her mouth.
“…Don’t cover your mouth. Keeping it shut is also a lie.”
“Hng, mm… mmmph…, hek, hek, heeeek….”
I slid my arm under her armpit, pulled away the hand covering her mouth,
and shoved my fingers between her panting lips—gasping as if she were hyperventilating—stirring her tongue.
Just like the wet sounds coming from below, wet noises began to spill from her upper lips as well.
She grew even more ashamed, her pelvis trembling as she happily pleasured the cock resting on her ass.
“Puhuu…, haaah…, let go, let go…….”
“Why?”
“Stop, please… I’m sorry…, my, my head, my head is going… crazy, stooop……, ngh……!”
In the end.
The pure girl surrendered to the fingers that relentlessly tormented her to an unbearable degree.
Though I couldn’t see it, she threw her head back with a stupid expression, her waist quivering violently.
“Haahh…, ha… ah…, haa…….”
With a voice that sounded like she was about to pass out,
…for the first time, if she hadn’t been lying,
she had felt pleasure.
“Hng… ugh, hng…….”
I shoved the fingers that had briefly slipped out back into the mouth of the girl who was now sobbing in a miserable voice.
“…You really never felt it before?”
“…”
I forcibly lifted the corners of her drooping mouth.
“Ye-eun.”
“…I… felt it….”
…And I made sure her first orgasm
would be remembered as something enjoyable.
Of course, on the LCD screen beyond the lens,
she probably didn’t look very happy at all.
