Hinami's Call
With a wet, sticky sound, I pull my cock out of her clinging pussy. The pressure is so intense it feels like it's trying to suck me back in, gripping so tightly that the condom might slip off if I'm not careful. I ease the head out slowly to avoid any mishaps, peel off the cum-filled condom, and toss it onto the desk.
“Ugh… hnn… ngh…”
“Haa…”
Even though she's on the lighter side, her thighs show clear signs of training. Setting aside any personal grudges, her body is exactly my type. Seo Jia would never admit it, but we fit together ridiculously well. Though saying it like that might invite some misunderstanding. I'm pushing 190 cm without shoes, and she's a little over 170. Both of us are in that top 0.1% physique you'd spot once in ten thousand people on the street, so it would be stranger if we didn't match.
No need to overthink it. A good-looking guy and a good-looking girl just made for great sex.
“Fucking horny bitch. Seriously…”
I growl the vulgar words right into her ear and grind my still-hard cock against the cleft of her ass. Whether it's from the wine I poured earlier or because that damn woman is still whining for my dick, something in my brain has snapped. My reason hasn't completely surrendered to instinct, but it's definitely helping it along. How can I drag her even deeper into ruin? Even after tonight ends, can I keep her on a leash and drag her around? I weigh each violent thought while consulting my cock for advice.
“Move your ass.”
“…Y-yes…”
I slap her trembling hips and give the order. I pick up the wine bottle rolling on the floor to wet my throat, but only a few drops come out. Seeing it's empty, I step out of the room.
…This is exactly when I need to stay calm. She's not Haeun, and she's not Hinami either. She's not some big-breasted girl who had nothing else going for her. She's not some brat desperate to get fucked by anyone. She's a twenty-year-old with a strong front but a weak core, someone whose weakness I have firmly in my grasp so she can't even think of resisting. But the moment she steps outside, she's a famous celebrity welcomed everywhere. A relationship maintained only by the whip won't last forever. This is a transaction. I take her body. She gets a place to lean on. Only when it's fair can this relationship continue.
“Ugh…”
I rinse my mouth with cold water, refill the cup, and return to the room. Through the open door, I see Seo Jia sitting on the edge of the bed, soaked in sweat and hunched over. She looks troubled but isn't crying. I hand her the water and sit beside her, stretching my arms.
“Drink.”
“…”
She gives me a suspicious look for a moment, then meets my eyes, sighs deeply, and gulps the water down. With her mouth still wet, she wipes her lips with her arm, breathes heavily, stands up, and places the cup on the desk. Then she turns, hesitates about sitting back down, glances at her phone on the bed, and stops. She looks at me and opens her mouth.
“…That's enough. This should be plenty.”
“I don't think so.”
“We already did it twice.”
She's pleading for me to stop. But even she can see it in my eyes—I'm not stopping. I'm not an idiot. Whether it's some scrawny shut-in or a decent guy with a girlfriend living an honest life, no one in this situation would be satisfied after just two rounds and walk away. I can guarantee that.
“Stop… just for today. Please stop. My waist… it's shaking…”
“Why do you get to decide that?”
“Because…”
“You asked me to rape you. …If you can just say stop and I stop, is that really rape?”
I haven't seen enough of her broken yet. Haven't ruined her as much as I want. So along with my verbal reply, I stand up, grab her breasts over her clothes, and curl my lips.
“…Then, instead of sex… I'll do something else for you…”
“That's boring. …I'd feel good, but you wouldn't get anything out of it, right?”
“I've already… had enough…”
“Enough isn't good enough. I want to see you fall apart.”
After all, the purpose of this sex is to break her. Unless she's a natural masochistic pervert like Hinami with weird fetishes, there's no way she'd physically enjoy having her virginity taken by a man she doesn't even like. The lewd sounds she made while panting were for a different reason. Getting hit by tabloids, beaten down by comments, the accumulated pressure had grown so large that even her own body no longer moved according to her will. She was just vomiting out all that built-up stress at once. If I had to compare it, it's like holding your breath until you're about to pass out and then gasping for air. It's not exactly pleasant, but the relief of finally breathing is unforgettable. Sex is the same for her. It hurts like hell, and she definitely doesn't enjoy it or want to do it again, but the sense of liberation at the end is something she can't forget.
“…Please. Just for today…”
“I don't particularly need tomorrow or later. …I want to fuck you today.”
“…”
I need to hammer that paradoxical experience into her brain over and over. …Only then will Seo Jia come to rely on me. The only person who can force her to vomit up the stress piled up to her throat.
“…Get on all fours. I'll stop once all the condoms are gone.”
“…”
Unable to resist me right now, Seo Jia crawls onto the bed with trembling legs when I point at it. It isn't pitiful, but I feel a slight twinge of sympathy and am considering going slower this time when—
Vrrr…
My phone, still in the pants I took off earlier, starts vibrating loudly.
“…Unni…?”
“Wait a second.”
Only two people would call me at this hour, so I rummage through my discarded pants, wondering which one would be easier to answer. I turn on the loudly ringing phone and check the screen.
“…Your friend.”
“…”
The name of the girl who dances beside her on stage is displayed clearly. …If it were Haeun, I might not have answered here, but with this one, it doesn't matter. She might even enjoy it. Without hesitation, I press the call button and put Hinami's voice—probably calling from downstairs—on speaker.
-Oppa. Where did you go? You weren't in your room…
-I just stepped out for a bit.
-At this hour…? Where are you…?
There was no need to lie to Hinami. Haeun would definitely get angry, but Hinami would only pretend to be upset. I answer casually while climbing onto the bed and crawling right up to Seo Jia, who is covering her mouth.
“Get away…!”
“Why?”
Seeing me approach, Seo Jia backs away in panic, terrified her presence might be discovered. Unfortunately, the bed isn't very wide. If we're caught, she's the only one who's fucked. Following the principle of majority rule, I stroke her thigh, ignore her half-suppressed protests, and continue the call.
-I got bored and came out. Want to come too?
-Where are you? But if I go out for no reason and paparazzi show up…
-It's fine. …That won't happen.
While gently caressing Seo Jia's thigh as she desperately covers her mouth, I slide my hand further in and rest my thumb on her groin. Then a little deeper, deeper.
“……”
Even as I rub my fingers against her clit, still swollen from how hard I pounded it earlier, she squeezes her eyes shut and desperately holds back her voice. …What an idiot. If she just listened to what I say, she'd know resisting is pointless. She should at least provoke me like last time.
-…Where are you exactly?
-A place you've been before.
But thinking about it from Seo Jia's perspective, it would be hard to imagine Hinami being right downstairs. With the article so recent, she probably couldn't imagine Hinami coming here in disguise. While pondering how to torment the girl pointlessly holding back her moans, I set the phone down, yank Seo Jia toward me, and force her legs apart.
“Stop…!”
“…Can't hear you.”
I ignore her tearful, stammering pleas and place my precum-and-cum-slicked glans against her entrance, then set the phone on her stomach.
-Where exactly is that, oppa?
Hinami's sweet voice fills the room and tickles Seo Jia's stomach.
-…Oppa?
At the second call, I push the head in slightly to see if she'll resist.
“……”
She squeezes her eyes shut, then opens them to look at me. She lowers her head to check her own crotch, realizes nothing is on, and glares at me with a pale face. Finding the range of emotions on that haughty woman's face quite entertaining, I pull the head back out a little and let the wet sound enter the receiver.
-…Oppa?
Hinami's call stretches a little longer. In response, I make another wet sound. Hinami lets out a meaningful breath and asks again.
-Who is it? …Next to you.
“…”
The moment she hears her friend's cold voice, Seo Jia's breath catches in her throat. I stare at her as she covers her mouth and even stops breathing, then watch her weakly shake her head side to side.
“Ugh… ngh… kuh……”
I let Hinami hear her friend's voice too, fairly.
-…Ah. Hnn… So that's what it was? …You should've told me if that's the case.
“Ugh, hnn… mmph… mmph……”
Tap tap. The sound of her putting on shoes and heading out. Even hearing that, Seo Jia still tries to cover her mouth.
“Mmmp…! Haaah… ah, stop, mmph……”
-I'll be right there.
Unable to endure my fingers pressing firmly on her lower belly from beneath the phone, she finally lets out her voice loud enough for Hinami, who's rushing up from the floor below, to hear. …Even while doing so, she's too busy covering her mouth to think about pulling my raw cock out. It's actually pretty cute.