Drenched in Humiliation (11)
It was damp. Figuratively, of course. Though in reality, my body had grown slick with moisture too. Still, the corner of my chest felt far more leaden and overcast than the skin drenched in hot water. The cloying scent of him humming behind me refused to fade, no matter how much toothpaste I held in my mouth.
“This body wash smells nice.”
“…”
He watched his own semen swirl down the drain with the overflowing bathwater, then looped a long shower towel around his neck and began lathering my body with foam-covered hands. Every inch, every crevice, without a hint of shame—only lewd intent. His fingers lingered stubbornly where sweat would pool between my breasts, murmuring nonsense as he toyed with me. I refused to react, scrubbing my teeth harder with the toothbrush.
“Hey, you’ll wear down the enamel like that. Give it here.”
“Mmph…”
Kang Juhyuk had no intention of leaving me alone. He wiped his sudsy hands across my ass, pressed his cock between my cheeks, and snatched the toothbrush away. He squeezed out three times the usual amount of toothpaste, trapping me while my mouth foamed too full to speak, then brushed my gums with an incongruously delicate touch.
“You have to be gentle like this. You spent a lot of money on your teeth, didn’t you? It’d be a shame if they got ruined.”
“Nngh…”
“Alright, teeth are done. Stick out your tongue.”
“Hng… ahh…”
Having him brush my teeth was humiliating enough, but I couldn’t shake off the hand that shoved fingers into my mouth and dragged my tongue out. He held the tip, foam dripping, and scrubbed the surface. Then he grabbed the showerhead with the same hand and blasted water straight into my mouth. The more the foam washed away, the more the bitter taste should have faded into freshness—yet the lukewarm stream striking my face felt strangely painful.
“Good. Ah, this spot’s dirty too. Let’s clean it.”
“Haa, hng…!”
The moment I spat out the last of the foam, he released my tongue and seized my breast. Instead of toothpaste, he worked body wash into a lather over my chest, then slipped his index and middle fingers around my areola and pressed the toothbrush against it, scrubbing with the same gentle force as before. My mouth should have been far more delicate than my nipples, yet this felt infinitely more sensitive—and far more degrading.
“It’s a toothbrush we’re throwing away anyway. Might as well use it here, right?”
“Hngh… ha, it… stings…”
His words weren’t wrong. I wouldn’t have kept using a toothbrush that might still carry traces of his semen. But having that filthy brush torment my nipples was infinitely worse. Every raised bump responded to each bristle, scattering my breath into uneven gasps.
“Hngh…!”
He tormented me with strokes that weren’t quite painful but were impossible to endure, only stopping once a vulgar sound slipped from my lips. With an irritated expression, he set the toothbrush aside, picked up the showerhead, and rinsed the remaining foam from my chest. Then he flicked my hardened nipples with his fingers before opening his mouth wide and biting down hard on both breasts.
“Hnn…”
The towering man bowed his head, arms wrapped around my waist, sucking lewdly at my nipples like a child desperate for milk that wouldn’t come. His teeth grazed the boundary between areola and breast while his tongue lavished the oversensitive peaks. He sucked one nipple deep, stretching the flesh obscenely, then released it with a wet pop and stared at my chest with a serious gaze.
“…Sit.”
He pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees as before, then lowered himself into the water and leaned back against the tub. His legs clamped around my torso, trapping my body while his cock bobbed above the surface. He slid it between my breasts, laced his hands behind his neck, and looked down at me with arrogant silence.
“Go on.”
“…”
When I only stared, he retrieved the shower towel from his shoulders, rubbed it a few times, and tossed it to me—as if ordering me to lather his cock with whatever foam remained. For a split second I considered scraping his glans raw with the rough fabric, but my hands refused to obey. They simply clutched the towel.
“Why are you just sitting there? Do I have to spell it out?”
“…”
Even as his mocking voice echoed, my hands stayed frozen around the towel. If they moved at his command, it would feel like my dignity as a woman shattered. And if they obeyed my own will, my dignity as a human being would surely break instead. I remained frozen, foam still clinging to my palms.
“Tch.”
Kang Juhyuk clicked his tongue, then shifted posture. Rising from the water, he gripped my shoulders tightly, slid his hands up to my nape, and gathered my long purple hair into two handfuls. He lifted me effortlessly.
“Ah… ah…”
“This won’t do. What are you going to tell Suah?”
He rubbed his fully erect cock against my stomach, picked up the floating shower towel, and continued.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to shut her up? How are you going to manage that when you’re this pathetic? You called her a pervert, didn’t you? Looking at you now, she’ll probably think I’ve got you by the weakness instead.”
“Th-that’s…”
He decided everything on his own without waiting for my answer, then kept spouting nonsense while holding my weakness and twisting the leash.
“Wash my cock with those vulgar tits. I cleaned you earlier, didn’t I?”
“…”
He draped the towel back over my shoulders, gripped his cock, and ground the head against my navel as though ready to thrust in at any moment. He pressed firmly on my lower belly, as if testing how deep he could go, then stroked my hair and pushed down on my shoulders again—this time waiting for me to kneel of my own volition.
“…Good girl.”
Crushed not by his strength but by his voice, I sank to my knees in the water. I pressed my chest between his legs as they wrapped around my torso. My hands hovered uncertainly above the surface until he pulled the towel from my shoulders and placed it on the back of my hand. I clutched it blankly, met his eyes, and—almost entranced—rubbed the towel to work up foam against my breasts.
Only then did he smile in satisfaction and recline arrogantly on the water’s surface to watch me.
“…Still, you’re no match for your sister.”
“…”
Infuriated by the deliberate jab, I squeezed my breasts together with both hands and wrapped them tightly around his cock. Even so, no matter how much I pressed them, the foam-covered glans still peeked out and tapped against my collarbone.
“Why are you so clumsy? Even Hinami, who’s smaller than you, does it well.”
“…”
Now he was dragging Hinami into it too. I crossed my arms to pin his cock firmly between my breasts and glared at him while slowly bending and straightening my knees, letting buoyancy do the work.
“…”
The more I stroked him, the quieter his mouth became and the more his smile faded. I felt an achievement I shouldn’t have allowed myself to feel. I shouldn’t enjoy this. I shouldn’t feel accomplished just because he stopped talking.
“Mm…”
Yet between the wet sounds of my breasts slapping the water, I heard him swallow hard. I couldn’t stop squeezing his cock even tighter. This was the only moment he ever showed weakness.
“…Hoo.”
Now even his breathing had grown labored. He avoided my gaze as I stared at him. The sight of that domineering, violent man acting this way was so ridiculous that I kept my eyes locked on his while continuing to stroke. With the very breasts that had always been a nuisance when wearing stage outfits. With the chest that had drawn countless male fans. I wrapped them around the cock of the man I despised and hated most, listening to the wet sounds and his increasingly ragged breaths, serving him again and again.
Serving the same cock that had just dirtied my mouth.
“Shit…”
No matter how rough his breathing became, no matter how I crossed my arms to rub the head between my breasts, he refused to come. Anger flared as I glared at his cock—until suddenly—
“Ah…!”
Thick ropes of semen erupted, splattering across my forehead, eyebrows, nose, and lips, painting me in his color once more. Only after the pulsing finally stopped did Kang Juhyuk, who had been stroking my face with a wet hand while I squinted, speak.
“…You’re good at this.”
He wiped my face with his damp hand, then rinsed every trace of that filthy semen from the breasts I had just used to milk him—including the head still smeared with it.
“Just keep doing this. Then whether it’s Hwang Suah or Seo Suah, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”
“…”
“If you want, I can even pant a little more in front of her.”
As though he had never panted at all. Looking down at me, he smiled coldly once more—his face showing not a trace of exhaustion.