Class 2-6, Seo XX (1)
April 1st. It was April Fool's Day, but every single day felt like one anyway, so it didn't stir up any particular feelings.
"Looks like it could hit fifty thousand at this rate, huh, Haeun?"
"…."
Her YouTube channel was growing by the day. The subscriber count had already passed ten thousand. The first video where she'd shown off her body was closing in on forty thousand views. Honestly, I'd known it would blow up for sure, but I hadn't expected it to take off this fast. Guess slapping titles in multiple languages on it had been the right call. After all, those insane tits were a universal language.
"…Thank you for the meal."
"Already?"
"Yeah."
Maybe it was thanks to the exploding view count. Or maybe it was because I'd pretended to pump a thick load deep inside Seo Haeun's pussy that day. Ever since then, she'd become incredibly obedient. As long as I didn't outright force sex on her, she didn't ignore or defy me anymore. I'd figured it would take a long time to properly break her in, but she'd submitted far sooner than expected. It surprised even me.
"Just leave the dishes in the sink. I'll clean them up."
"…Okay."
As long as she wasn't trying to kick me out, I had no intention of treating her too harshly. Sex only felt good when she nodded and gave in. No matter how dominant I was, it was hard to enjoy fucking a woman who fought back with every ounce of her body and soul. Though I had to admit, the more she resisted, the better it tasted…
"I'll be in my room, Kang Juhyuk…."
"I left the clothes that arrived today on the bed in my room. Put them on."
"……Okay."
Even the way she pretended to be indifferent while frowning and soothing my lust was strangely arousing in its own way.
…I wonder what I should make her do today. She pretty much agreed to anything as long as it wasn't sex.
I think I've started to figure out how to handle Kang Juhyuk.
Men were ultimately just bundles of sexual desire. No matter how big and brutish that psychopath was, if I took care of his urges two or three times a day, he surprisingly calmed down.
…The problem was that those two or three times were so disgusting.
"Hey, it really suits you, Haeun."
"…."
The moment I walked into his room wearing nothing but panties, that creepy, sinister grin of his looked like it belonged to a movie villain. It was terrifying. And true to his insane psychopath villain nature, he really loved making me kneel and sit primly on the bed.
Why the hell did he enjoy humiliating me so much? I'd thought I'd get used to the shameful acts eventually, but that had been naive. He didn't have normal sexual desires—nothing that could be gotten used to so easily.
Well, of course. He was the man who'd raped me from the very beginning.
"This was pretty expensive, but it definitely delivers. The fabric looks nice too."
…What kind of school uniform was this from years ago that I'd be wearing it at my age? And it wasn't even a normal one. It looked like something straight out of an anime… No. It was literally a cosplay costume designed for that purpose.
The skirt wasn't short enough to blatantly show my panties, and the top wasn't so cheap that it exposed my breasts completely. That somehow made it even more insidious and repulsive.
"It's not too slutty. This is nice. We could shoot the next video in this. This style's been popular lately."
"…This?"
While making excuses about needing to film in different outfits, he'd already made me wear these weird clothes two or three times. Then he'd force me to jerk him off while claiming we had to see if subscribers would get off to it. I'd wanted to rip his dick off.
…In the end, I couldn't say a single word and just quietly touched him.
"If you don't like this, we could just do leggings and a tank top. Or do you want to wear dolphin shorts and show off those thighs?"
"…I'll just wear this."
"Good. Taking it all off would be a waste of the image. Start with that."
"…."
Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, cold sweat kept breaking out. Why the hell did those crazy bastards turn school uniforms into dresses like this? The fluttering fabric was annoying enough, but if this man grabbed the hem and yanked it up, my bra would be completely exposed. The ribbon on the chest that served no purpose was creepy and I hated it. The enormous black ribbon on my head that looked like it was meant for a little girl was disgusting too. And the white socks that only came up to my calves gave off some weird fetish vibe that made my skin crawl.
But what annoyed me most of all was how well this outfit suited me. Even I could see it.
…How excited must this guy be, dressing up a twenty-six-year-old woman in something like this and doing dirty things to her?
"Not too slutty, not too plain. Just enough thigh to tease, and the knees are nicely visible…."
"…I get it, so stop touching…."
"Why? …You called me, didn't you? Or am I wrong?"
"…Then lie down…."
But no matter how humiliating it was, the fact that I had to satisfy this man's desires didn't change. Two to three times until he calmed down. If I used my hands, it had to be three times. If I used a more humiliating method, it would end after two.
"Okay. I'm lying down. …What are you going to do for me?"
"…Today… my breasts…."
"That's fine."
But if I didn't start first, no matter how embarrassing the method I used to relieve him, he wouldn't let me go until he'd cum three times. Only when I took the initiative with something other than my hands would he finish after two loads.
…He'd told me several times that if we had sex, it would end after one time, but I hated that. It would ruin my body.
"Hey, should I take the clothes off?"
"It's a dress. If we're using my breasts, I have to…."
"That won't do."
I no longer even thought about stopping him from blatantly pointing his phone at me. Since I'd already been recorded once, it didn't matter if he filmed more. There was no point in getting angry and telling him not to. It was better to have it on video than to be forcibly taken and impregnated. Calming down this crazy psychopath's lust in any way possible was far safer.
"Here, fold the skirt all the way up like this. Do it while wearing it. I bought it after all. It'd be a waste not to use it, right?"
"…."
He lifted the hem of the skirt, capturing my fully exposed underwear and bra on his phone. Even as I bit my lip in front of the camera, I couldn't resist. I carefully unhooked my bra.
…He'd already filmed everything except my pussy anyway. He'd probably caught the sex too. What was the point of hiding my breasts or nipples now? As long as he didn't force himself on me. As long as he didn't mess with my head.
"You have the lube, right? Give it to me. I'll apply it."
"…Here."
I handed him the love gel that had been on the bed and lifted my own skirt with my hands. Even just showing my panties would have been embarrassing enough that I wouldn't be able to lift my head, but having to expose my naked breasts like this made my whole body tremble with shame. At least I could hide my face with the skirt…
"Haeun, if you lift it like that I can't see your face. Hold the skirt in your mouth. In your mouth."
"…."
…But of course, he never let anything be easy.
Following his order, I held the lifted skirt in my mouth, exposing everything from my completely naked breasts to my thighs except for one pair of panties. While filming me like that, he squeezed gel onto one hand and began roughly kneading my exposed breasts with sticky fingers.
"This should be enough, right? Do it yourself. Next."
"…Mmph."
After enduring his obscene touch for a long while, I was finally able to climb down from on top of him with my breasts glistening. Since I was holding the skirt in my mouth and couldn't say "yes," I answered by nodding instead.
Swallowing all the humiliation and shame, I pulled down his underwear as he looked down at me with mocking eyes.
…This crazy bastard. How is he already hard….
"…You'll do it without me having to tell you, right?"
"…."
This time I didn't even nod. I simply stroked his soap-scented cock with one hand. It was hot but not yet sticky. I straightened the curved shaft upward, adjusted the angle, and slowly pressed my breasts against it.
Ah, if I do this, my nipples will touch the clothes… He always says they're sensitive….
"…It's fine. Go ahead. Just don't cum there."
The moment I heard his words, I wrapped my breasts around his cock without hesitation and began to slowly stroke it. Squelch. Squelch. The sound of the gel on my breasts soiling his cock kept tickling my ears. Likewise, his cock twitched and throbbed as if trying to soil my breasts, gradually leaking sticky fluid.
"…We could probably make money just selling the sound of this. Haeun."
"…Pwah, don't say such fucking disgusting things!"
"Hey, hey. My dick's covered by the clothes now."
Before I could even respond to his filthy words, he yanked up my school uniform dress again, shoved it into my mouth, and captured my fully exposed breasts on camera.
…You son of a bitch. I wanted to squeeze his cum out as quickly as possible and end this horrible time even a second sooner, so I vulgarly rubbed my breasts against his cock.
Squelch. Squelch. Squish. Squish.
The lewd sounds that would make anyone shudder if heard from outside filled the room, and "Huu…." the sound of his satisfied, pathetic sigh reached my ears too.
…Yeah. You're still just a man in the end. No matter what kind of psychopath, fucking lunatic you are, once your dick's being tormented, you can't do anything….
"Puu… hu…."
I breathed roughly as I worked hard to milk his cock. Slap. Slap. The sound of my underboobs smacking against his pubic bone rang out as I squeezed his desires out with the breasts he lusted after so much.
"Hey, wait."
Even when he told me to stop.
"The clothes are going to get dirty, Haeun."
For the first time today, I ignored his words.
"…Fuck it, I don't care."
Until this disgusting outfit he'd forced me to wear was completely soiled, I kept going. Wetly. Stickily. I milked out his semen.
…Ha. The black uniform was stained white, but since it wasn't really my clothes anyway, I didn't feel the slightest bit of regret.