Taming (10): Strokes of Spite
I gazed down at Haeun’s breasts, now soiled with my thick white cum, then yanked on the collar I’d fastened around her neck earlier to pull her to her feet. It wasn’t the dog collar from before, nor any affectionate necklace—just a plain employee ID badge. I had remembered the one she used to wear when she worked at the club, so I’d had one made. …Maybe it was the memories it stirred up, but for some reason it made me several times hornier.
“I’ll get some wet wipes. Wait here.”
The viscous semen refused to drip down easily even while she sat. She really must have been holding it in for a long time. If I had my way, I would have enjoyed verbally degrading Haeun a little longer, but those pale tits and pink nipples made it impossible to hold back.
“Here. Wet wipes. Clean your hands too. I’ll wipe your breasts for you.”
I fetched the wipes from the living room, and she frantically cleaned away the semen that had begun to trickle. The filming session was on pause for now. I had no intention of ending things here, but we had taken enough shots on the bed. We couldn’t have sex today anyway. It wasn’t my style to roughly use a pussy that wouldn’t be able to take a proper pounding for at least six months.
“…Kang Juhyuk.”
“What.”
“Those bastards… I can’t sue them…?”
Even though she had been the one humiliated by me, watching Seo Haeun burn with hostility toward men whose faces she didn’t even know brought back a sharp edge to her that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was almost welcome. She wasn’t young enough to be unaware that fame came with this kind of filth. Back when I was a player… well. It had been brutal. Relief pitchers were always lightning rods for abuse, but I had played a particularly dirty brand of baseball.
“Who do you want to sue? First, you can’t sue the people who commented on the YouTube video.”
“I don’t care about them. …They’re just pathetic idiots. So not them… the ones you showed me earlier.”
“Some of the ones who crossed the line might be worth it. For the exact details you’ll have to ask a lawyer. Oh, I know someone who’s sued people before. Want me to check with them?”
“…Yes. Please do.”
Haeun seemed more deeply wounded than I had expected. The hostility she held toward me had softened considerably. Of course, there was the saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. But seeing how she hated the online critics judging her body more than the roommate who had collared her like a dog in the middle of the street, the proverb “even bad ties are ties” seemed to fit better. They say when bodies grow close, hearts follow. No matter how much of a bastard I was, living together built a certain intimacy. …Because I was an asshole as a human being, not as a man.
“Then I’ll look into that later when I have time…. For now, let’s wash up. You sweated a lot on the way here.”
“….”
“Stand up. You can’t get in the bathtub right after waxing. Just a shower. Keep it light.”
Haeun, who had been wiping away the sticky dried aloe with the wet wipes, seemed to fall for my gentle act. She obediently rose from the bed and trailed after me. Of course, she wasn’t stupid. Tomorrow she would probably regret it like crazy, wondering how she could have done any of it. But no matter how much she regretted it, the fact that she had used those view-count-inflating tits to milk a load out of me wouldn’t change. The video of her acting coy for a well-hung man while flipping off her subscribers wouldn’t disappear either.
Doing something like that without thinking was dangerous—it showed mental and physical fragility. When someone is blackout drunk, drowsy and out of it, shaking with terror after something frightening, or has their mentality completely shattered after being cursed out, even a healthy adult male can lose his ability to judge properly.
“Ah, Haeun. I want to take one more picture. Will you take your clothes off? You need to wash anyway.”
“…Didn’t you already take some…?”
“That was the video of you cursing those guys. …I’ll count the bet as settled with that, so you don’t even have to look at the camera. Just strip.”
“….”
Haeun had said “anything,” but she hadn’t said “all day.” The bet had essentially ended the moment I collared her, took her to the waxing salon, and turned her neat, sparse pussy into a smooth, lewd, hairless one. But Seo Haeun wasn’t mentally composed enough to realize that. A twenty-four-year-old woman who had never even had sex until a week ago would struggle to keep her sanity after walking around with a dog collar on for a few minutes at night. And the moment she seemed to be adjusting, she had been rated on top of it—how much worse could it get?
“…Just take the picture. No sex….”
“I said I won’t. It stings for me too, where the hair was pulled.”
Haeun, whose mind was more shattered than if she had been drunk, turned her back to me and clumsily removed her shirt and skirt, setting them on the bathroom tiles. I captured every second of her from behind, storing each frame on my phone.
“Stockings and panties too. You need to wash.”
“….”
I couldn’t deny that my tastes were perverted, just as she sometimes called them, but I didn’t think they were particularly niche. After all, in porn the undressing scene is always far better than seeing someone already naked. With her upper body now completely bare, she even undid her hair tie and cautiously slipped her fingers into her stockings. As if her shame hadn’t fully faded, she did it timidly, inch by inch. As the stockings rolled down, they revealed Haeun’s pale ass and soft thighs that had been hidden until now.
…Just as I thought, slowly taking them off was far more erotic than yanking them off at once. She didn’t seem to realize it, which only made me harder.
“If you’re done, can you turn this way? If you’re embarrassed you can cover up. I just want one shot that feels like a body profile.”
“….”
At my instruction Haeun hesitated, then turned toward me, awkwardly covering her nipples and pussy. When she tried to hide her overflowing breasts with one arm, the way they softly squished was captured so clearly on the screen that my cock felt like it would burst. Seeing her ears turn bright red, there was no need to torment her any further. I set my phone on the sink shelf and stripped off my own shirt.
“…Why do you turn me on this much. You.”
“…I don’t know. What am I supposed to do when I look like this….”
Thanks to the waxing, my cock looked even bigger than usual, and I made no effort to hide it. I stepped close and rubbed it against her navel. I ground my now-smooth balls against her smooth belly, spreading the leftover cum and precum evenly across her skin.
“Haeun, there were so many bastards saying they wanted to jerk off to you earlier.”
“…Yes.”
“…Instead of them, how about you give me a handjob? …Grab my cock and stroke it. Like this.”
I placed my hot, rock-hard erection into both her hands. There was more than enough sticky fluid to serve as lube. I moved her hands for her once, showing the motion. My cock twitched in response, letting her feel exactly how good it was.
“You can curse. Scream every filthy insult you want… Curse those fucking bastards while you stroke me. Once I cum I definitely won’t fuck you and I’ll let you sleep soundly.”
“….”
I offered her a proposal that had thrown fairness out the window. It was a completely one-sided deal that only felt good for me, but…
“…You crazy bastards…”
She showed no sign of refusal.
“Too weak. You cursed harder than that earlier.”
She poured out the disgust she felt for people whose voices she didn’t even know onto the man who had half-raped her.
“Crazy, dog, pathetic loser bastards…. It’s so fucking disgusting…!”
“…That’s right. Harder.”
She vented the revulsion she had received from nameless strangers onto the man who had forced his way into her house and settled down as he pleased.
“Bastards who don’t even know me, spouting whatever shitty nonsense they want. I want to kill them…”
“…What exactly is so shitty about them?”
“They’re just so damn creepy…! If they get turned on by me, can’t they just watch? Why do they have to write that crap and make people feel like shit…!”
While verbally tearing into the people who had degraded and harassed her with text, she respectfully stroked with both hands the cock of the man who was truly humiliating and violating her.
“Ah, but Haeun. It’s not like I haven’t had those thoughts. Sorry. …Honestly, I get hard every time I look at you.”
“…You’re different.”
“Why? What’s the difference between me and those guys?”
“You… you’d have those thoughts anyway….”
She treated the anonymous critics who judged her from behind their screens like idiots, while acting coy toward the perverted bastard who had collared her and taken her for a walk face-to-face.
“…Not that. Be more direct. You wouldn’t do this if I were shorter than you, had a worse body, and was actually really fucking ugly.”
“….”
“I won’t ask you to be completely honest, so… say the one thing that would piss those guys off the most. You know it without me telling you. You’re twenty-six. …If you don’t know, just repeat after me.”
Even though she knew nothing about their figures, heights, faces, or skin, in her head she looked down on those repulsive bastards as she…
“…Fuck, you pathetic losers…. I’m not… like what you guys think…!”
“That’s it. …Next.”
While politely stroking the large cock of a tall, well-built man, she faithfully repeated the words he whispered into her ear without question.
“A guy who’s disgustingly tall…, with a huge… huge cock, and an amazing body to have sex with.”
“…Good girl. Next.”
With cathartic satisfaction,
“I would never, ever do it with bastards like you…!”
She spat it all out.
“Mmm…, uhhp….”
I showered tender kisses on Seo Haeun’s lips as she diligently milked out my cum. Until the urge to climax surged from her clumsy touch. Until it was hard to breathe. Until the vulgar sounds of our tongues tangling echoed through the bathroom with thrilling intensity. I defiled Seo Haeun, who had called me superior. Thickly. Stickily. Across her stomach, across her navel—where no one else could see.