Filming (11)
It didn’t feel particularly good. Seo Jia’s pussy was tight to the point of being chewy, but if I was being honest, after slathering that much lube on it, no matter how hard her walls clamped down on my cock, it was hard to feel better than my own hand. Especially with a condom on top of it. And yet the dopamine flooding out of my brain was forcibly tugging the corners of my mouth upward.
If raw stimulation was all that mattered, it would have been a hundred times better to just buy an onahole, fuck it, and throw it away. When you really thought about it, there was only one reason why sex—something that wasn’t even worth calling sex—could burn up the brain like this.
Feedback.
The reactions given by the woman I was pounding. The kind of reaction that would obviously spill out if someone were watching. In the end, sex was an act that could never be separated from society. No matter how much you fucked a woman no one knew in the corner of your room, it was no different from jerking off. There was nothing more thrilling than being the only one to savor the face of a woman that so many people knew but had never seen like this.
“Hoo… ugh, haa, haa…”
Maybe because of the condom, or maybe because I had cum not that long ago, I was thrusting quite violently, but I still didn’t feel like I was going to ejaculate yet. I lifted my upper body, pulled my cock out for a moment, and the sight of the lube and her juices mixing together and stretching in sticky strands was laid completely bare. To capture that more clearly on camera too, I threw the broken Seo Jia onto the bed and picked up my phone from the desk.
“Hey. Get up.”
“Ugh, y-yes…”
The sight of Seo Jia’s back as she lay face-down on the bed, practically buried in it. Just how much value did this firm ass hold? If I were a man with infinite money, I honestly couldn’t even guess how much I would invest. I couldn’t imagine how much she would have to be paid to spread her legs. Even if I poured in hundreds of billions, would this woman even blink? She would probably just call it vulgar, flip me off, and that would be the end of it. The more I thought about it, the more this vulgar ass looked several times more tempting.
…Because it was something money couldn’t buy.
Something power couldn’t buy either.
Only. A limited edition that could barely be obtained when her mind had been shattered.
“Ah… ugh…. D-don’t hit me…”
“…”
I brought the camera lens close and lightly left a palm print on that firm ass. The way that chewy flesh jiggled from my slap was clear enough to be captured even by a mere phone camera. I zoomed the camera in a little more—it had been capturing up to her shoulders—and filled the frame with her buttocks, then slightly spread her legs to include the split crevice inside the shot as well.
“…Stop…. Ugh…!”
As if she had finally realized what was being done to her, Seo Jia twisted her body and tried to escape. But that reaction only pleased me more. This time I slapped her ass hard, then overlapped my palm on the red handprint and even added my fingers to the parted gap.
“…”
Her pink pussy and anus, which didn’t look like they had been waxed that long ago. Even fans who harbored fantasies about her probably never imagined it would be this neat. Thanks to me pounding her so relentlessly, her heated folds were flushed red. I pulled them apart with my thumb to expose the inner flesh, then took off the condom and draped the sticky rubber over it.
“This… ah, wait…!”
For a moment she seemed not to understand what was happening, then turned her head to look at me and finally realized the situation. I captured even that expression on my phone, pinned her thighs down, and added one more cutscene of my cock pressing against her, the moment mucous membrane met mucous membrane.
“No, no. I hate it. Seriously. I’ll die. The condom, please, stop……!”
When my glans, soaked in precum, teased in and out of her entrance, she panicked so badly she thrashed her entire body, trying to shake me off. But no matter how much she had trained her body, she was still a woman. An idol who had cut her weight down to a level that threatened her health. No matter how thick her thighs or how firm her abs were, she couldn’t shake off a man who weighed close to ninety kilograms.
In the end, the only things she could do were curse at me or…
“Stop, please. Kang Juhyuk… sir. Please…”
…beg me.
“Want me to pull out?”
“Please pull out…”
“If you do one thing for me, I’ll pull out.”
“I’ll do it, so please… ugh……”
I gave her clinging ass one more sharp slap, then pulled my cock out of her entrance, picked up the condom that had been rolling on the floor, and put on a new one. After that I lifted the prone girl, grabbed her wrist, and walked her to the dressing room. I threw her inside, stood in the doorway blocking the exit, and while filming her dazed figure, whispered slowly in a low voice.
“Put on something pretty. Something I might like.”
“What… do you mean…?”
“Just pick something yourself. …Until I give the OK sign.”
She was literally an idol. Even women who weren’t fans tried to imitate her. She had that much pride in her fashion sense. But right now, she couldn’t choose cool clothes. She had to pick an outfit that would satisfy him.
…And that was unbearably humiliating.
“…”
Biting her lip, her body trembling, she rummaged through the closet and pulled out a dress. The black dress she had worn to an awards ceremony. If it was a dress with a boldly open back, maybe he would be satisfied. She endured the humiliation and put on the dress while he watched intently. Only after seeing her fully dressed did he let out a small snort and shake his head.
“Not good enough.”
“…”
…What a fucking bastard. The worst of the worst. She wanted to kill him right then and there. She could endure him violating her body, but she couldn’t stand him trampling on her pride. Yet she couldn’t run away either. She was already broken. Tonight, there was no turning back anymore. Biting her lip and swallowing the humiliation, she slowly took the dress off again. He filmed her with an excited expression, the skin revealed far more obscenely than when she had been wearing it, and waited obediently to see what she would put on next.
But her hands shook so badly she couldn’t decide what to choose and simply rummaged through the clothes until she found something mixed in among them. Her whole body trembled violently as she agonized over whether to take it out or not.
…I’d rather die.
A school uniform. Not the one from the music video, but a real school uniform. If she thought about what he had done to her sister, the moment she put this on he would probably go into heat and give the OK sign immediately, but this was the one thing she absolutely did not want to wear. It wasn’t just that the outer appearance of the idol “Seo Jia” would be defiled—it felt like “Seo Yeeun” herself would be tainted.
With trembling hands she pushed it aside and continued searching through the clothes when something suddenly caught her eye and her breath caught in her throat.
“What is that?”
A fluttery off-shoulder top and hot pants. It was revealing, but not extremely lewd clothing.
…But.
The outfit she had worn on stage countless times while being sexually harassed by so many people.
“……It’s what I wore on stage.”
The outfit that was still floating around the internet, called a “legendary fancam” or whatever. When she took it out and showed it to him, he seemed to remember it too. He let out a small laugh, stopped recording, and searched for something on her phone. Then he showed her a gif of herself dancing in exactly that outfit and burst into loud laughter, nodding.
“Ah, this. Not bad. Put it on.”
“…”
She put on the clothes that could even pass for casual wear with trembling hands and stared at Kang Juhyuk, who wasn’t filming. But even on the phone that wasn’t currently recording, she would be sitting in that screen the same way. The only difference was that the girl inside the screen looked a little younger. After changing into the exact same outfit from two years ago, she bit her lip and stared at him. Then, following the direction of his finger as he opened the door and pointed, she returned to the room and sat obediently on the bed.
“Take off the pants. They’re in the way.”
“…”
A truly absurd process—making her put them on only to take them off again. The only one who could judge what meaning there was in this tiresome act was that man’s cock. She couldn’t help but know what he felt as he watched the version of her he had seen on his phone slowly stripping naked right in front of him.
…She didn’t need him to say it out loud. The reaction was already clearly visible on the outside.
“By the way, when did you wear this? I don’t remember exactly.”
“…Two years ago. At a university event…”
The exact same look that had made even non-fans cheer for her. After dressing her up like that.
“Do you remember the choreography? Want to dance for me?”
“…My legs are shaking too much. I can’t.”
“Really? …Well. Can’t be helped then.”
He plugged the phone back into the wireless charger, grabbed a marker from the pencil holder and tossed it onto the bed, then sat down beside her. He slipped his hand through the wide-open shoulder of the top, grabbed her breast, sucked on her ear, and laughed wickedly.
“Ugh…”
“…You used to be such a good girl two years ago. How did you end up like this?”
“It’s your fault… you know.”
“Is it? …Well, if that’s the case.”
He pulled the clothes all the way down to expose her breasts completely and squeezed them persistently, then hugged her tightly, stood up, and walked over to the desk. He pushed her toward the camera, adjusted her clothes again, grabbed her by the throat, and whispered very quietly.
“…Tell them who you changed like this for.”
“…”
“In front of the camera. Clearly. Tell them exactly which bastard turned you into this mess.”
Whose fault all of this was. Who was entirely to blame for the fact that she, who had received the love of millions, had become one man’s toy. The words demanding she spit it all out pressed against her eardrums and tickled her heart.
…Would it feel refreshing if she said it? It probably would. But if she confessed, how far would her pride be driven into the ground? She didn’t know. So…
“…I, I haven’t changed.”
“What?”
“I was always like this. Fuck…. I was always this kind of girl.”
…Because she didn’t want to throw away either of them. Because she hated choosing just one. She spoke words that she herself was no longer sure were lies or truth.
“I always thought people were trash. It had nothing to do with you. From the beginning… ugh… ngh……”
Whether he was angry at my answer or excited by it, this time he didn’t apply anything. I felt his cock scraping roughly against my inner walls.
“…So you were a fucking pervert from the start?”
“Ugh… ah, no. That’s not… ngh……”
“You said it with your own mouth. Even when you were dancing in that outfit two years ago, all you could think about was getting fucked by a guy like me, right?”
“No…! N-no, oh… ohh……”
I threw away the euphoric feeling of that day, which had been so thrilling it was almost countable on one hand. Feeling an insane sense of liberation.
“Don’t lie. …Your pussy is clenching like crazy, you know?”
Forgetting the insane pain digging into my stomach.
“…Ugh… ugh… yes… hehe……♡.”
Clinging to a man who was even more trash than I was. Raising my middle finger toward the camera.
“Ugh, ohh… ohho……♡ Ha, you fucking, insane, bastards…. He, hehe, ugh… ugh, ugh, ugh……”
…I committed the trash act of trampling on the people who liked me to fill my own meager pride. Even while doing something that should have brought crushing guilt, my heart. …My inner walls. My body and mind were all.
Simply pounding with excitement, fawning over him. And that… felt so incredibly refreshing. I couldn’t even remember the pain I must have clearly felt.