Exposed (20)
No. This wasn’t something I could brush off as a joke. If something that filthy was forced so deep inside me while I was crushed and helpless like this, the outcome was painfully obvious. It would take root. It would grow. My genes would mix with the genes of the man I hated most in the world.
“…….”
The terror, the pain, and the pleasure all collided so violently that my tongue went numb. Tears kept spilling from my eyes, saliva dripped from my mouth, but no coherent words could form. I wasn’t screaming, I wasn’t sobbing, I wasn’t even making those grotesque sounds that came from being drowning in ecstasy. I simply felt like I had been thrown into a bottomless pit, endlessly falling.
With trembling fingers, I stroked the choker around my neck and desperately tried to shape some kind of sound into words.
“…Please.”
But then he tossed an empty condom right in front of my eyes. Whatever language I had been trying to form melted away instantly, turning into nothing but more tears. These weren’t tears of sadness, or pain, or even anguish. They were tears of pure, overwhelming injustice that flowed on their own.
As I kept crying uncontrollably, unable to stop the drops from falling, he spoke again.
“This one’s a gift too.”
“……?”
He threw something else down beside the empty condom, then wiped my tears away with his thumb and let out a short, mocking snort. Once the tears were cleared, my blurry vision gradually sharpened. And what came into focus right before my eyes was… a condom filled to the brim with his cum.
For a moment I just stared, eyes wide, frozen in shock.
“…You, you, fucking… bastard……”
It was as if the tangled threads of the entire situation had suddenly unraveled. Everything clicked into place. The words that had been stuck in my throat transformed into pure rage, and I hurled them at him.
“Why are you swearing? Didn’t you actually want me to cum inside you?”
But Kang Juhyuk, the man who had so cruelly deceived me, mocked me, and used me as his toy, simply wore that infuriatingly cold smile while spitting out more irritating words.
…I want to kill him. I should have slit his throat instead of just slapping his cheek earlier. At this point, I didn’t care what happened. The only thought filling my head was to erase him from existence. I bit down hard on my lip.
“Don’t cry over something like this. …It just makes me harder when you cry.”
“Mmph…….”
He suddenly lifted me up from where I was lying face-down on the bed, sat me on his lap, grabbed my chin, and forced my head around. Then he shamelessly devoured my lips. I struggled with everything I had, wanting to bite off that detestable tongue of his, but unfortunately, unlike usual, he kept his tongue firmly inside his mouth and only ravaged my lips.
…The disgust was so overwhelming that I ended up sticking my own tongue out, shoving the tip into his mouth and wrapping it around that vile tongue of his.
“…Haa…. Hoo…. Ugh….”
After locking our tongues together, I tried desperately to drag his into my mouth so I could chew it to pieces. But he dodged my tongue with devilish skill, toying with me until he finally spat me out and looked me straight in the eyes.
Staring directly into my gaze, which was clearly filled with fury, he grabbed the choker and pulled my face so close our noses nearly touched. Then, as if daring me to bite, he slowly slid his finger between my teeth.
…I sank my teeth into it with a dull crunch.
He frowned slightly, let out a scoffing laugh, then picked up the condom he had shown me earlier. He pulled his tongue out from between my front teeth, placed the cum-filled condom on top of it, and said,
“If you’re going to chew on something, chew on this instead.”
“…Ptooey.”
I spat it out, disgusted by the smell of rubber mixed with that fishy stench, and tried to slap his cheek again. But I held back and attempted to scramble off his lap. He simply wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight, refusing to let me go.
He kept me pinned against him from behind, sitting quietly, until suddenly—
“Wait… kyaaak…!”
He grabbed my flailing legs, stood up abruptly, stepped off the bed, spread my thighs wide, and shoved my most private parts toward the audience who had been watching with their mouths clamped shut.
“Looks like pretending it was a prank helped you relax a bit. …You even know how to whine now.”
“Hey, stop…!”
“How did it feel getting fucked while I pretended not to use protection? …Your pussy was twitching like crazy.”
Completely trapped in his grip, unable to struggle for fear of falling, I was forced to expose every shameful part of myself to the camera. While he whispered filthy taunts into my ear and the insane audience filmed me, he continued.
“Should I fuck you raw for real this time? …Honestly, whether you get pregnant or not doesn’t matter to me.”
“You’re crazy, wait….”
“No matter what you do, you’re going to keep acting like this toward me anyway. If I knock you up, maybe some love-hate feelings will develop? …I think I’d probably develop some twisted affection if I got you pregnant with my kid.”
His eyes were dozens of times more serious than any of the cold looks he had shown before. He wasn’t even looking at me. He stared straight into the camera Hwang Suah was holding and whispered quietly into my ear.
“Wait, stop, hey. Hey, Suah unnie. Please stop…!”
I was completely terrified of the man rubbing his still cum-smeared cockhead against my entrance, clearly ready to thrust in at any moment. In desperation, I begged the woman who was still filming me without any sign of stopping.
“…….”
Her eyes were completely gone, as if she were on drugs. No matter how desperately I pleaded, she just kept staring at her phone screen, filming me perfectly.
At the same time, the fear that had vanished for a brief moment came rushing back, gripping my chest in an iron fist.
…The terror of possibly being impregnated by his child. The revulsion. The most horrific fear a woman could feel.
“…Huu.”
“I-I’m sorry… stop. Please….”
“Now you’re sorry?”
Paralyzed by that terrible fear, I whispered words I didn’t even mean. He scoffed at them, pushed his cockhead a little deeper into my entrance, and laughed at me.
The more he did that, the deeper my heart sank into terror, drowning in it. Once again, I couldn’t turn the words stuck in my throat into proper sentences. I could only shape them into fragments.
“…Anything. I’ll do anything. So….”
…I surrendered to him. I threw away even the towering pride I once had. The fear had risen so high that I had no choice.
“…….”
He looked down at me as I trembled and sobbed, let out another short laugh, and turned my body back onto the bed. Even after turning me over, he stared at my still-frozen form for a moment before walking over to the desk. As usual, he picked up a marker, tossed it to the audience member who had been watching, and said,
“Well, want to write something fun? …She says you can do anything.”
“E-eh…?”
He grabbed the arm of that woman whose eyes were bloodshot and half-mad, then gently wrapped his hand around hers. He pressed the marker down right below my navel.
“Go on. Write whatever you want.”
“Uh, um, ehh….”
“…You love dirty stuff way more than I do, don’t you? I think you’d be better at this than me.”
“…….”
She sat there frozen, marker in hand, trembling violently. But after he whispered into her ear several times, she blinked rapidly and swallowed hard.
…And then.
She seemed to have decided to cross the line from mere audience to accomplice. She began carving something into my thigh.
“…You’re good at this.”
“Ah, ahaha….”
“By the way, I’ve done this before too.”
“Oh, really…?”
They chatted away amicably while the unpleasant squeaking sound continued. I couldn’t see what kind of graffiti they were drawing on me.
…Not until he told me with his own mouth.
But I was already so broken that I thought no matter what I heard now, it wouldn’t affect me anymore. I simply lay limp on the bed, blankly waiting for him to speak.
“Aren’t you curious?”
“…Not at all.”
“Well… it’s not really something I can explain with words anyway.”
The moment he finished the graffiti, he crawled back to my side, still talking. He pressed down firmly on my lower belly, which was now covered in markings, climbed on top of me, and said lightly,
“…It went in this far last time. Definitely.”
“…….”
“This time, shall we try putting it in this deep? Oh, I’ll wear a condom. …As long as you don’t try to chew my fingers off.”
He pressed down on my lower belly as if there were measurement lines drawn on it, then slipped his hand back between my teeth to test me. After that, he pulled his saliva-soaked fingers out, wiped them on my chest, lifted me up again, and sat me on his lap facing him this time.
“And… if you act a little cute, I might go easy on you since I’m a man too. …To be honest, I want to see it. Not you begging, but you acting all coy and playful.”
“…….”
“Don’t you do that for your fans all the time? I saw that video where you were doing that baby-talk thing last time….”
“Shut… up.”
“…….”
“…I’ll do it, so please….”
…He had already crushed and trampled the broken remains of me, turned me into dust, then lightly moistened that dust and kneaded it into something new.
“Really? …Then go ahead. Do it properly.”
“Yes….”
I clutched tightly onto something that could no longer even be called ‘me.’
“Ah, first, change how you address me. You, hey, you there, that side—none of that. …Call me by my name or call me hyungbu. Pick one. Or if there’s something you think would turn me on more, you can use that.”
“…Yes. Joo…hyuk-ssi.”
“Yeah, Yeyeun-ah. What’s wrong?”
“I… want to lick your cock, so… please let me….”
“…Is that what you think being cute is?”
“…Yes.”
“…It’s actually fucking adorable.”
He had made the woman who once despised him so much submit completely, bowing her head in total surrender.