Filming (13)
“Hnnk……!”
“…Stay still.”
Before I could even hang up, Hinami was already pounding on the door and ringing the bell. Seo Jia, who had been covering her mouth, trembled violently in shock, but there was nothing she could do. I left the thoroughly tormented Jia behind and walked out of the room in the same state I’d been in during sex, heading straight for the front door.
“…Isn’t this going too far?”
“Sorry. More importantly, did you really walk over here dressed like that?”
“It’s just the floor above, so what. …There’s no one around to see, right?”
She was still wearing what she’d had on when she fell asleep. A single oversized T-shirt that hung loosely off her frame. Underneath, probably just a pair of newly bought black panties. I reached out and stroked Hinami’s disheveled hair—messy in a completely different way from mine—and she dropped the pouty act, her expression softening instantly. Then she ended the call right in front of me, rushed at my completely naked body, and grabbed my cock.
“…You already came once?”
“Twice.”
“Ehh, it’s still this hard though. …Did Jia get you that worked up?”
“She’s got a nice body.”
“Hnn……”
I felt a flicker of admiration for how sharp Hinami had become, able to analyze things just from hardness alone, and we walked back into the apartment together. I guided her ahead of me toward the room we’d left, not even bothering to close the front door.
“……”
“…Well, I’ll admit it. She does have a good body.”
It wasn’t the look of someone staring at a friend. Nor the gaze of a rival in love. Hinami’s eyes were purely objective as she evaluated the naked Seo Jia. Whether she simply didn’t want to meet that gaze or not, Jia pulled a pillow over her face, trying to block everything out. But closing her eyes didn’t erase the evidence of what had already happened. The used condom lying on the floor. The love gel tube, already torn open and squeezed dry. Her lower body, still bare of both panties and pants. …Even that faint, lingering scent. Everything in the room loudly testified to what had taken place.
“Jia. …It’s me. Your friend.”
“…Get out.”
“You’re funny. You hated Oppa so much, but because I’m close with him, you wanted to steal him away?”
“No……!”
Hinami crawled slowly onto the bed and whispered right into Jia’s ear. It wasn’t a misunderstanding or a stretch. From her perspective, it was a perfectly natural assumption.
“Why not? You did the same thing at the pension last time. You snuck Oppa out without telling me, let him touch your thighs to seduce him—”
“That was……”
“And it’s the same now. Weren’t you wearing that outfit on stage? You kept saying all that stuff about fans when you were talking to me, but you wore the same clothes you performed in to seduce Oppa, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t……!”
Finally snapping under Hinami’s relentless provocation, Jia threw the pillow aside and sat up, glaring at her while breathing heavily. Hinami calmly blocked the pillow and placed a hand on Jia’s flushed cheek, continuing the conversation.
“Why not. …You brought a guy who already has a girlfriend into your house and had sex with him. And you’re supposed to be an idol. …Did I say anything wrong?”
“……”
“Ah, I’m not trying to scold you or anything. …I did the exact same thing. I called Juhyuk Oppa over to my place too. Even though I’m an idol. …We had sex a ton, you know?”
Smiling at Jia, whose pupils were shaking wildly, Hinami patted the bed with her palm and called me over from where I’d been standing a little ways off. Following her dangerously sweet suggestion, I stepped into their precarious conversation.
“How was it? You get it now, right? Why I cling to Oppa so much.”
“……I don’t. Not at all.”
“Hnn……”
Letting out a breath that could have been a laugh or a scoff, Hinami climbed onto my lap where I’d sat down beside her and wrapped her arms tightly around me.
“…You really don’t know? You felt it too, didn’t you. …All the stress and everything just disappears. Like you’re floating in the sky.”
“It hurt so much I thought I was going to die. I was……raped. It’s different from you……”
“But you still felt it, right? You couldn’t even breathe properly, couldn’t move your hands or feet. Pinned down by someone this big and solid, used exactly how Oppa wanted. …Honestly, it felt thrilling, didn’t it?”
“I don’t know anything like that……!”
Hinami, who had been clinging to me and talking only to Jia, flashed a bright smile the moment she heard the angry retort. She looked at me and licked her lips slowly. Then she leaned in, kissing me messily with wet sounds, even letting out a sharp breath before pulling back and spitting toward Jia.
“…If you really don’t know, then get out. I’m going to have sex with Oppa now.”
“……”
“Oh? Why aren’t you leaving? You said you were raped earlier. …Then why don’t you run away and report it right now? Is someone going to film us having sex and spread it around?”
Losing her words at Hinami’s vicious remark, Jia wiped the spit from her clothes and looked at her phone on the wireless charger with trembling eyes. Hinami followed her gaze, smirked again, stopped the recording, and turned the volume all the way up to play back the saved videos. She skipped through, only replaying the parts where skin slapped against skin. Only the moments where Jia flipped off the camera and cursed at me. After engraving enough shame to wear down Jia’s pride, Hinami turned the recording back on and climbed onto my lap, facing me.
“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d actually film something like this, Jia. …I thought I was the only one who did stuff like that.”
“……”
“I get why you can’t report it or run away if other people saw this. …I’ve got a ton of videos like this that Oppa’s holding over me too. That’s why I have to listen to whatever Juhyuk Oppa says for the rest of my life. …You’re in the same situation as me now, huh?”
“Hey……!”
“What? …It’s true, isn’t it? I also filmed myself having sex with Oppa and badmouthed the fans a lot. I even wore stage outfits for him pretty often. …Ah, is there one difference?”
Hinami tossed the phone toward Jia, grabbed my cock, lifted her hips slightly, and pulled her panties aside to guide the head inside her.
…A completely different sensation from earlier. Unlike Jia’s tight, firm pussy, Hinami’s was terrifyingly soft and yielding. If we were talking pure stimulation, Jia should have felt better. But—
“Hnn…… Ah. I never used a condom from the start, hehe……”
The sense of liberation from not wearing anything at all.
“Haa…… Jia, doesn’t it hurt when you use a condom? Oppa’s cock is really big and thick and hard, but it’s so slippery and he’s really good at it. …Ah, but you probably didn’t like it much, so maybe he was rough with you. Ahaha……”
The satisfaction of knowing this tiny girl had been twisted this far because of me was dozens of times more thrilling than any pressure from a mere hand.
“Nn…… Haa. …Oppa……”
Completely ignoring her friend now, Hinami moaned lewdly to seduce me. I wordlessly tangled my tongue with hers.
“Mm…… Nn…… Heup……♡”
Imagining what kind of look Jia was giving me from behind, I lifted Hinami up, still clinging to me, and supported her ass as I thrust deep inside.
“Ugh…… Mm…… Chup…… Nn…… Bup……”
Even as she made strained sounds, her lips refused to leave mine. Her pussy was so smooth it almost felt dangerous, yet it gripped my cock tightly and refused to let go. No matter how I looked at it, this body that shouldn’t have belonged to me had been completely remade as mine. I glanced sideways at Jia, who was watching us.
“……”
Her eyes were empty. Yet her cheeks and ears were still flushed with heat. I gave her a small smile and pressed Hinami down onto the bed, giving her an order.
“…Film it.”
“……”
I picked up the phone lying on the bed and placed it in her hand. Then I pushed her off the bed, positioned myself in the center, and pinned Hinami down firmly.
“If you don’t want to, then you lie down here instead.”
“……”
“Hnn…… Heup……”
Realizing she was now the one filming, Jia’s mouth, tongue, and hands all pressed against me with desperate intensity.
“Mm…… Mm…… Uu…… Ah……♡……”
I showed her with my body just how insignificant and pathetic her own little act of rebellion had been. The way her walls clung and squeezed. The way they got pulled out and then sucked back in. The wet slapping sounds far louder than the creaking bed. The way my cock, which had been twitching restlessly, began to pulse. The way it filled her completely and then overflowed, thick and sticky.
…I taught her exactly what it felt like to be subjected to such vulgar, animalistic sex.
“Heh…… Hehe……♥ Oppa……♡”
After pulling out of Hinami, I placed my still-hard, cum-dripping cock against her lips.
“Nn…… Chup, Heup, Nn……”
Even the sight of her licking it clean like ice cream or honey—I showed all of it to Jia.
“…What are you doing?”
“Th…… Mm……”
Then I pulled Jia, who had been filming us with vacant eyes, onto the bed as well and forced her to lick the head that was now coated in everyone’s fluids. Unfortunately for her, unlike Hinami, she still wasn’t smiling.