Exposed (18)
It was the worst of the worst. So humiliating, so embarrassing, so mortifying that dying would have been better. But I didn’t let it show on the outside. Because my shame was his happiness. The only thing I could do was make sure his expression stayed just a little less pleased, a little more indifferent. Forgetting the strange woman who was watching us, I dug my toes into the hard tile, knelt on the slippers, and—as if performing some repetitive task—gripped that hideous cock and squeezed it tight between my breasts. Teeth clenched, I pressed my tits together with both hands.
I didn’t know how he liked to be stroked, and I didn’t need to know. Just heavy. Fast. Putting my weight behind it. Smack. Smack. I slammed my breasts against his pelvis without once meeting his eyes, mechanically milking the cum out of him.
“Huu…”
His usual infuriating mouth went quiet. The careful sound of him catching his breath echoed off the bathroom walls and came back. The moment that breath touched my ears, the wet, filthy slapping sound tormented me too. The vulgar noise my own hands and tits were making as I stroked his cock. If I kept listening to it, I’d lose my mind—so I shook my head a few times, shoved the thoughts away, and continued the mechanical work.
“…She’s staring so fucking hard.”
“Ah, ah… That. I’m sorry…”
“No. Well, there’s nothing to apologize for. It’s not bad to like dirty things. …Right, Ye-eun?”
“Shut up.”
“What are you telling me to shut up for while you’re rubbing my dick with those slutty tits? …Isn’t it easier if you just admit it?”
“Stop with that bullshit…! Mmph…”
But he would never leave me alone. I had no choice but to fall for his provocation again as he dragged the audience I’d barely managed to forget back into it. My mouth was held shut, words blocked, his fingers shoved inside gripping my tongue. I briefly considered biting his index and middle fingers off, then squeezed my eyes shut, opened my mouth wide, and stuck my tongue out with a wet bleh.
After somehow spitting out the fingers he’d forced in, I pulled away the hand that had been squeezing my breasts, wiped my dripping mouth, gargled the filthy taste from the inside of my cheeks, and spat on the floor. Then I continued the work again, completely emotionless.
…Just a task that made my breasts and hands a little tired, that was all.
“Huu…, hu…, shit…”
I rubbed his cock back and forth until my breasts ached, suppressing the feelings that kept leaking through, and serviced him. So I could escape this disgusting space as fast as possible. Squelch. Squelch. Swallowing the sticky, foamy sounds. By the time I was nearly out of breath—
“…Ah, ugh… Haa…”
Only then did he press down hard on my shoulders and shoot the dirty white fluid from the tip of his cock—poking obscenely from between my tits—onto my chin. The sticky mess, mixed with foam until it was indistinguishable, ran down my neck and burned against my collarbone. It hadn’t even gotten on my face, yet I forced myself to endure that revolting smell, swallowed my saliva, stood up, and turned the showerhead I’d shut off earlier toward my body.
“Cold-hearted. You’re not even going to suck it now?”
“…I’m allowed to be cold-hearted too.”
“I’m not that cold-hearted, so I’ll wash you.”
“Wait, just a—!”
Before the mixed fluids could even be rinsed away, he slid his freshly spent cock between my ass cheeks and slipped his hand into my sticky, soiled cleavage. Then he wrapped his other arm around me, squeezed my breasts together exactly the way I had done for him, shoved his fingers into the valley between them as if he were rubbing his cock, and abruptly spun me around to face the audience.
“Eh…, uh…, th-there…”
“You couldn’t see properly from behind earlier, right? …If you want to watch, then watch. This is what it felt like.”
“….”
He grabbed the soft flesh of my breasts with his forearms, swept them upward, then released the tension so they jiggled heavily downward. The way his hand clenched inside my cleavage and then spread outward on both sides. The female spectator, her ears burning an obscene red from the sight, looked as if she’d been possessed. Drawn to him as he beckoned, she tremblingly slid her index finger into the hole he had spread open.
“…I didn’t tell you to put it in.”
“Ah…, I. I’m sorry! I’m sorry…”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. You should apologize to her.”
“I’m sorry… I apologize. I’m sorry…”
…She had already stepped onto the crime scene, yet only now was this strange woman offering apologies. Unlike me, she could have run away at any time, but she had chosen to stay here of her own free will. That fact displeased me more than anything.
“Uh, that…, ow…, ah…”
I grabbed the hair of the woman who kept bowing her head, yanked her in front of me, and whispered quietly into her ear.
“…Get out right now. If you feel even the slightest bit sorry for me.”
“….”
In a voice so small that even Kang Juhyuk—pressed tight against my back—couldn’t hear, I gave this painfully ordinary woman advice that might actually help her. But—
“What? You’re kicking her out? Don’t do that. It’s fun.”
“….”
“You won’t tell your uncle anyway. No. You couldn’t even if you came back from the dead, so enjoy it while you’re here. …You sent us those DMs because you wanted to see this kind of thing, didn’t you?”
“…Ugh…”
After hearing the devil’s whisper that followed, her pupils shook as if her heart might give out. Eventually she swallowed hard, took one step back from me, sank down onto the tile floor, and simply stared up at me.
“…You idiot. Seriously.”
“Why are you swearing?”
I hadn’t wanted to curse, but I couldn’t hold it back. I felt endless disgust for her—for lacking the courage to become his accomplice, or to take my side, or even to run away from here, choosing instead to remain a mere spectator. I bit my lip until the skin tore, mixed the blood with saliva, and spat it at her. It didn’t reach because she had stepped back, but it landed right in front of her feet. He, who had been watching from behind me, let out a small laugh and licked my ear.
“Why are you spitting on an innocent girl? …If you’re going to spit, spit on me.”
“Perverted bastard…, ugh, pff…. Just stop…”
“…Or should I spit for you?”
“Shut up…, ugh, chu… ugh………”
He violated my slightly stinging lips, added his own saliva into my mouth that had already spat several times, and squeezed my still-slippery breasts until they crumpled.
“Puhah. Haak…, ha…”
“…Ptoo.”
After holding my tongue for a long time, he looked down at my face with ice-cold eyes and spat on my cheek.
“…You do whatever you want too. I’ll gladly take it.”
“….”
Endless shame washed over me as I clearly heard his taunt. Instead of wiping away the filthy mixture of our saliva with my hand, I obediently reached out with my right hand, turned on the shower, and rinsed it off. I let out a long breath and then… without any emotion. Pretending I felt none. I turned and slapped his cheek.
“….”
The wet palm struck his face with a sound far louder than the force behind it. The sharp crack was so loud it nearly shattered my composure. Tense, I took a step back and stared at him. He stroked the cheek I had slapped, gazing down at me with eyes that held absolutely no emotion. Then, slowly, an incredulous smile crept across his lips. He raised his hand high.
“…….”
He didn’t strike my cheek. Instead, he stroked my wet hair a few times, opened the towel cabinet, rummaged through the pants he had discarded, gathered his phone and other items in one hand, pulled out only a white cloth, and fastened it around my frightened, shrunken neck.
“…I promised, so I won’t take revenge.”
“….”
“Instead, follow me.”
“Wait, ack…”
“…If you want to watch, you can follow too.”
“….”
Still stroking my neck in that indifferent voice, he took a towel from the cabinet, draped it around his own neck, hooked a finger into the choker, and pulled me along. Flustered by the unexpected action, I staggered after him and barely managed to leave the bathroom. Only after I had been dragged all the way to the bedroom did he release my neck. He set the phone down gently on the bed and roughly wiped the moisture from his body with the towel around his neck.
“….”
Then he threw the damp towel at me, mocking me as if telling me to clean myself with it. Suddenly his gaze shifted behind me. With a small laugh, he snatched the towel back from my hand and tousled my hair into a complete mess. Looking at the disheveled strands, he dropped the towel on the floor and smiled brightly.
“You’ve got a real talent for walking without making a sound, Sua.”
“Ah, th-that’s not…”
“Watch quietly. …You can film if you want. Ah, but use this.”
He unlocked the phone he had placed on the bed and tossed it to the spectator who had followed right behind me. Then he picked up the condom that had been lying underneath it, tore it open with a loud rip, and rolled the rubber onto his unusually thick finger in a strange manner. He shoved his index finger into the choker he had just fastened around my neck, pulled the condom off, and tied it into a flimsy, drooping necklace.
“It suits you.”
“….”
“Why? Pissed off again?”
“….”
“…There’s no debt this time, so I have no intention of accepting it.”
In front of someone watching, I could no longer endure the way he mocked me like this. Unlike before, I put every ounce of emotion into the swing as I struck his cheek with force. Strangely, he didn’t catch my deliberately slow wrist. Instead, he kindly offered his right cheek. Smack. With a loud noise, he took the slap. Then he yanked hard on the condom tied to the choker, grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and shoved me toward the bed. He drove his knee into the back of mine, tripped me onto the mattress, and—
“…Aack……!”
…Really. Hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. Hard enough for electricity to shoot up my spine. He slapped my ass with a loud crack.
“…You chose this.”
“Hu…uk…”
Once more. This time on the other side. He struck it so hard it rang out.
“…Don’t just lie there facedown on the bed. Lift your ass. You perverted exhibitionist bitch.”
“Mmph…ut…, uk……”
Pressing down on my back, he twisted the choker half a turn and pulled until the condom looked like it would tear.
“If you can’t do it, say so. …If you kneel in front of her and explain everything in pathetic detail, I might let you off today.”
“….”
“…Either confess with your own mouth that you got your ass raped while panting like a worthless cunt, or spread that lower hole. Choose.”
He offered me a choice that was no choice at all. I twisted my body, desperately trying to escape those options. Then—
“…Hu.”
I somehow fished out the condom wrapper that had been stuck under my stomach, now pressed into the bed, and placed it on my back.
“….”
As he wanted, I lifted my surely bright-red ass just a little. With both hands, I spread my most private parts wide open. Obscenely. Directly.
“Uaa……”
…Stupidly. The spectator who couldn’t cover her mouth. Even the sound of her swallowing a scream reached my ears.