Dopamine (7)
I thought I was going to lose my mind from yesterday’s stress. Before cutting Sua loose I had to line up a replacement, my regular workload was already crushing, and on top of that I’d pushed myself so hard the day before that my body felt like it was about to give out. Yet the employees kept poking their heads in with clueless questions, and it pissed me off so badly I wanted to scream. On top of everything, reporters—or people who looked like them—kept slinking around without signing up for membership, just observing, while a handful of obvious Seo Jia fans showed up and started snooping through every corner. I couldn’t watch it with a clear head anymore. Even if my income took a hit, I was so exhausted that I wanted to drop the trainer role entirely and stick to management. I just needed somewhere, anywhere, to dump all this stress.
…It would have been nice if the target of that venting hadn’t been Haeun, though.
“….”
I know my own personality better than anyone. I’ve known for a long time—long before retirement—how violent, how sinister, how utterly trash I am. When I struck a batter out, the opposing fans’ gasps of disbelief always sounded sweeter than the cheers from my own side. I loved the way the entire stadium’s jeers would fall dead silent the moment I buried a pitch deep on the inside corner. Even reading the hate posts about me online never really bothered me. The more they cursed me, the more electric it felt when I proved them wrong.
“…Hurry up.”
Looking down at Haeun, I tapped on my phone instead of her ass and searched her name. Strangely, every single result was sexual harassment. She was technically a guitar YouTuber, yet not one of the top videos was about guitars. Instead they were all fighting over pointless garbage—whether it was disappointing that she had a boyfriend or not. I clicked the most recent post and watched the comment war unfolding in real time, then dropped an anonymous reply.
It had been half a day since the article dropped, long enough for the scandal to cool off. The only place still buzzing about Seo Haeun was her own gallery. Since they were still chewing on the same bait, I posted like an outsider, spilling the exact thoughts I’d had the first time I reunited with her.
I gave Haeun’s obediently presented ass a sharp slap, squeezed the firm flesh, then let it bounce back.
Opinions were split, but every single one of them had been desperately hoping she was single. While I read their comments I spread the pussy I had claimed with two fingers.
“You don’t have to warm me up.”
“Just wait.”
Her cunt was already drooling for cock, perfectly trained to my shape, glossy and stripped of any remaining innocence. I stroked it gently with one hand while my other typed another comment.
A fragment of truth none of them would believe. And even if they did, it wouldn’t change a single thing for them.
I drank in their furious denial like fuel, then shoved my rock-hard cock into her dripping hole and let out a long sigh.
“It’s so… hard today.”
“I slept well yesterday.”
“Really? …Not because I’m too slutty?”
I stroked her back; she no longer struggled with simple penetration.
“It’s more cute than slutty. At this point.”
“That’s a problem then… ah. Ah…. It hurts…”
I slapped her ass hard—cute but not cute.
“…That one was a little slutty.”
“….”
She pushed her ass out further, practically begging for more spanking, so I drove my cock even deeper. Then I dropped another comment on a fresh argument thread.
Just one line in a thread arguing which sister was hotter. Dozens of replies flooded in instantly.
With my hand braced on her lower back I rolled my hips slowly, savoring the flood of reactions. I imagined what kind of woman they had pictured Seo Haeun as, then replaced that image with the one they would never want. I scraped my cock roughly against the warm, clinging walls of her pussy.
“You’re being unusually relaxed today…?”
“I’m always like this.”
“Weren’t you the type to take it slow until your cock got fully hard?”
“…Whatever.”
I moved the painfully hard length as slowly and lazily as possible.
I gathered all their twisted resentment and poured it into Haeun.
“Why do you keep staring at your phone while we’re having sex…”
“…There’s something funny.”
“What?”
Her cheeks were faintly flushed. I handed her my phone.
“…This is it. My gallery.”
“After the article they talked about you the most here.”
“I know. Did you comment too?”
“Maybe?”
I pulled out for a moment, stripped her pants and underwear completely, then lifted her onto my lap.
“…Wait. You wrote this one.”
“What?”
“This. The comment saying I’m prettier than Jia.”
“Who knows.”
“It is you. Idiot. Hey. Wait…”
I kissed her cheek while she kept glancing between me and the screen, then slapped her ass again and ordered her to put it back in herself.
“…You’re really not going to admit it?”
“If someone comments, the IP shows up. Can’t you just check?”
She hesitated with only my glans inside her. I brushed her hair back and whispered into her ear.
“…What should I write?”
“Anything. …As long as they don’t find out it’s you, Seo Haeun.”
She stared at my wicked smile, let out a small laugh, then wrapped her arms around my neck. Holding the phone with both hands, she began typing rapidly.
“Ah, wait. I’m making typos. Stop moving your hips… Ah, seriously…”
I gripped her pelvis, sat back on the sofa, and drove my cock deep inside her.
“A little… ha. Fuck. …You perverted bastard. Ah, haa… Hey. It hurts…”
When the typing stopped I gave her ass a loud smack and took the phone back.
Same IP as the comment I had posted earlier.
“…I don’t know who this vicious bastard is, but it feels like there’s a CCTV camera in our house?”
“Oh? There’s a bad guy like that? …Quick, give me the phone. I’ll sue him.”
“Here.”
I handed it back. Haeun typed again, then muttered with a huge grin, “Wow, this person really is awful…”
She brushed the sweat-dampened strands of hair behind her ear, rocked her body back and forth, rested her chin on my shoulder, and ground her pelvis against me in sticky circles before handing the phone back.
A comment that crossed every line—unless it was written by the person herself.
Comments so vulgar even the most depraved readers would recoil. I pressed my cock even tighter against her inner walls, grabbed the waist of the woman riding me, and lowered her back onto the sofa.
“Looks like a lot of people think they couldn’t hold back if they had a girlfriend like you. Do you agree?”
“Who knows… I’m not a guy so I wouldn’t know?”
She was beaming at the flood of replies to her own post. I leaned more of my weight onto her.
“And are those comments really up there? No matter how anonymous the internet is, there’s no way posts like that would actually get written. Puhuhu…”
“…Here.”
I shoved the phone back into her hands while she pretended to have no idea what I was talking about. While she typed I kneaded her soft breasts until they deformed under my palms. When I got the phone back I skimmed the new replies, tossed it onto the sofa, and pulled my hands from her chest.
Instead of answering, I grabbed the chin of the woman who kept stealing shy glances at me with an embarrassed face. I laid my tongue gently on her trembling, expectant lips, then let her devour the tip while I tapped against the roof of her mouth. Heavier. With more weight. I tasted every inch of her.
“Mmm…”
Slow. Heavy. Wet, filthy sounds filled the living room.
“Haa…. Heh, hehehe…”
“…Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
“…I hate you.”
“What the hell is that?”
“I hate your sister so, so much for ruining my shoulder.”
“At a time like this… mgh—”
The moment she heard me, her pouty lips were sealed again. This time I moved fast. Hard. The lewd sound of slapping skin echoed all the way outside the living room.
“Mmm… ugh, ngh… haa… At this point I can’t even talk properly because of this, you know…?”
“Shut up. …It’s noisy.”
“Ha, seriously. Such a tsundere, but you’ve got a huge dick—mmph…”
Just like the anonymous post had said, I pressed the glans tight against her mouth and stirred her slick pussy.
“…Puh. Hey. Kang Juhyuk…”
“What?”
“Are you really not going to tell me you love me…?”
“…You say it first.”
“I don’t want to. …It hurts my pride.”
“You’re the one acting like that.”
I pushed her lips inside her mouth and stroked the girl who looked up at me with a thoroughly sulky expression.
“Ugh… haa, seriously. I hate you so much, Kang Juhyuk…♡”
“I hate you too.”
“But your cock is so fucking big…♡ Heek… Acting all clean and proper, making a fuss, but in bed you make me do the filthiest things…♡”
“…I love you as much as I hate you.”
“…For real. Ah, that’s so cheesy. So annoying. Ah, seriously, I really, really hate you. I’m going crazy. Juhyuk……♡”
Just like the anonymous post had written. At a single “I love you,” both her expression and her inner walls melted completely. She clung to me with her whole body, acting spoiled, looking like she would forgive anything I did. I pulled her tight against me.
“Ah……♥ Ha, oh, oh… mgh……♥”
Inside her completely loosened pussy… I couldn’t irresponsibly cum. The traces left behind after ejaculation, the scent I had carved into her body—I had to wipe them away. I had to wash her.