Reversal (17)
I rinsed the filth from my mouth in the bathroom. I washed it out with water again and again, then even swished the mouthwash from the sink around until everything felt clean. But the disgusting smell and sticky texture refused to disappear. The vulgar sounds were the same. Still, it wasn’t as horrifying as last time. It hadn’t been forced, and it wasn’t as thick and nasty as before. If anything, it felt satisfying.
Because I got to laugh at Hinami—watching her man cum in another woman’s mouth while she kept her lips sealed tight.
“Oppa~.”
…How could you look away the second I went to gargle?
I stared down at the phone I’d snatched from a stunned Hinami. The screen didn’t show the owner of that sweet voice. It showed me instead—bathed in gloomy light, an ugly girl desperately sucking a man’s cock. While the conversation sounded cheerful, my face was twisted in disgust, making the whole thing look pathetic. No charisma, no beauty, just a strange, broken expression. I turned away because I couldn’t stand seeing any more of it, but the vulgar noises kept pouring out of the speaker.
“Ugh…. Keck, keheuk….”
…Was that when it hit the back of my throat? I couldn’t remember clearly. Only that it had been hard to breathe. While I tried to shake off the lingering sting of Kang Juhyuk’s grip on the back of my head, I picked up the phone with its original purpose in mind and tried to delete the video.
I hadn’t been completely oblivious. I’d noticed them clinging to each other and muttering. But I thought Hinami was just trying to stop him from cumming by working him up. I never imagined she would say such filthy things out loud.
“I don’t hate Jia, but honestly she’s kind of rude, isn’t she? I’m technically her older sister, but she never treats me like one. She treats you like a freak too. All without ever having had sex or been in love.”
“So… oppa, why don’t you teach her? She’s acting like that because she doesn’t know how thrilling sex is or how good love feels. If you teach her properly, Jia will become nice and obedient.”
“…Got it.”
“Hehe. Promise?”
She had gotten angry when I told her not to quit being an idol. She had thrown a tantrum about how precious she was to him. But why? She treated her own career as an idol like nothing more than a tool to satisfy Kang Juhyuk’s sexual fantasies. So why aren’t you jealous of me? When your man was getting his cock sucked by another woman and about to blow a huge load.
“Haa… but oppa, you’re lasting so long. Even though I’ve been playing with it this eagerly.”
“It’s because the sucking is clumsy.”
“True. Plus it hasn’t been that long since you came, right? After completely using up tiny, cute, lovable Hinami’s pussy, cumming in the mouth of a venomous, rude, rebellious girl like Jia must feel a little less exciting, huh?”
“…It’s getting a little exciting now that you put it that way.”
“Ahaha, really. You’re impossible…”
The unseen Hinami’s face felt far lewder than my own distorted expression on the screen. I couldn’t see what face she was making, but I was sure it was the same one I’d seen in Kang Juhyuk’s room last time. A face I could never imitate and never wanted to. There was no way genuinely enjoying the feeling of sucking Kang Juhyuk’s grotesque cock was possible. I had only bitten down and sucked so hard because I wanted to see you get angry.
“Ugh… ugh…”
See? Look at how much the me on screen is hating it.
“Puh… heek, he…”
Spitting out every drop of cum that had been poured into my mouth, you can see how hard I’m frowning.
“…You’re better than I expected. Unlike me, who melts the second Juhyuk strokes me…”
“…With something like this. I’m not even a woman. It can’t be…”
“Haa…”
A strange smile settled over that heavily contorted face. A smile that mocked Hinami for teasing me like a child over something so trivial, freely displaying the satisfaction I felt.
But when I saw the faceless hand stroking my head on screen and my own sloppy face with whitish fluid smeared across my lips, it didn’t look that way to me at all.
“….”
An expression that looked like it belonged in a filmed scene. No—a natural face no camera could ever capture. Looking at myself smiling even though I had been defiled, I turned the phone off and stared into the mirror.
The same face as always. Not laughing, not crying, just slightly damp—the same ‘Seo Jia.’
…What the hell did I just do? Getting pissed off at Hinami’s mockery, what exactly did I just do?
“Ugh…”
A sudden wave of nausea hit me. I grabbed the sink and tried to vomit, but there was nothing in my stomach to bring up. At most, sticky saliva. Maybe a little of his fluids mixed in.
“…Huu.”
After a few dry heaves, I rinsed my mouth again and looked back at the mirror. My face was a little more twisted than before. Only after seeing the slight tears welling in my eyes did I finally let out a sigh of relief and calm my racing heart.
…Yes. I definitely hadn’t taken Kang Juhyuk’s cock into my mouth for any sexual reason. It wasn’t pleasurable at all—it was fucking disgusting. I had only endured it because I wanted to see Hinami’s stupid shocked face. In the end she was such a crazy bitch that it didn’t work, but I’m absolutely not the weird one. Absolutely not.
“…Ah.”
I rubbed my chest and tried to delete the video as I had originally planned. But because I had unconsciously turned the phone off earlier, it was locked and I couldn’t get in. I tried my sister’s birthday as the password, but that didn’t work either. Clutching Kang Juhyuk’s now untouchable phone, I swallowed hard and left the bathroom.
“….”
I almost hurled it to the floor in rage. But my hand froze at chest height, unable to complete the throw, leaving me stuck in an awkward pose. If I actually smashed it, I had no idea how Kang Juhyuk would treat me afterward. The videos were probably all backed up in the cloud anyway. The earlier ones were practically confessions of crime, so even he had something to lose. But this one was just a straight-up sex tape. The moment it leaked, I…
“What are you doing?”
“Ah…”
After reason and emotion had tugged back and forth, the urge to hurl the phone at the floor rose again. At that exact moment Kang Juhyuk stepped out of the bedroom, looked at me, and casually tossed out the words.
“What, you wanna pitch too? Want me to teach you? How to throw it so it flies properly.”
“Wait…”
He moved behind me in an instant, wrapping his arms around my body. He tapped my right leg so I would step forward, then rotated my shoulder in a wide circle, making me extend my arm straight out. …Of course the phone in my right hand didn’t slam into the floor. The shoulder he’d had surgery on was the left one.
“…If you throw it until your shoulder almost dislocates, it’ll fly like a bullet. With your build, if you learned properly you could probably hit 100 km/h.”
“….”
“Ah, of course if you actually did that your shoulder would get wrecked for real, so don’t think about doing it seriously. …You don’t want to end up like me, right?”
Without any malice or sarcasm. Like he was joking with a friend. He patted the scar on his shoulder and gave me an oddly warm smile that didn’t suit his face at all. Looking at that expression, strength left my legs completely. I collapsed onto the floor and could only beg him.
“…Please delete it.”
“Delete what?”
“The video. …Delete it.”
“What? You didn’t delete it yet?”
“…I turned it off by mistake.”
I didn’t think he would actually do it. I just wanted to erase even the memory of myself smiling excitedly while sucking his cock.
“Wait a second.”
But he did. He turned on the phone, tapped it a few times to show me the video being sent as a DM to my Twitter account, then meticulously deleted it from his own phone—even from the recently deleted files.
…Of course, since he’d left it in the DM, it could be recovered anytime.
“There. Deleted. Happy now?”
“….”
“Ah, the one I sent to DM is just a video of some weird woman with a hard-to-read username on Twitter sucking cock. It has nothing to do with you.”
“…Yes.”
No matter how I listened, Kang Juhyuk’s words carried no trace of sarcasm even though they were clearly twisted logic. …At least the weight on my chest lightened a little, and I could stop thinking about it. That… the girl smiling while sucking that hideous cock wasn’t me. It was just some anonymous woman using a strange, nearly unreadable ID on Twitter.