Zero Dating Experience (4)
I was dragged into my room by the hand he seized after I reached out to him. My bed, which had been without its owner for a while. Maybe because my sister had stayed over last night, a strange perfume scent lingered, as if foreshadowing what was about to happen.
…He’s probably even more turned on today because of this tight skirt and black stockings. I already knew Kang Juhyuk’s tastes well from how I used to upload videos in a suit from the very beginning.
“Sit.”
“…”
The moment I reached the bed, he pressed down firmly on my shoulder and forced me to sit. Then the man, who was so tall I had to crane my neck painfully to look up at him, slowly moved away. Without a word about waiting, he left the room and quickly returned half-naked.
…Carrying something that looked like a long stand.
“Ah, phone stand. So I can set my phone up.”
“…You perverted bastard.”
Even at my raw insult, he didn’t show the slightest hint of annoyance. He set the phone stand he’d brought in front of the bed. Then he pulled his phone from his pocket, pressed the record button without even trying to hide it, flipped it upside down, and fixed it in place so the lens pointed straight at me.
“Moving the camera around is such a hassle, right?”
“…Do you really like filming shit like this?”
“Hmm. I don’t actually watch them that often. …It’s just good because you get way more turned on when we record.”
“Your excuses are disgusting.”
“It’s not an excuse.”
A man who enjoyed other people’s humiliation so much—why had he shoved his cock into a shameless, rag-like slut who didn’t have a shred of shame? Ha, it was obvious even without looking. That was exactly his type. All of it was just excuses, excuses, excuses.
…He was nothing but a filthy sexual predator and a massive pervert.
“Ah, these days my muscles have been fading a bit, so I went out to get some meat. But since the owner wasn’t around, the thing kept whining and I couldn’t make any plans. No plans at all.”
“…”
“…Take your clothes off. I’ll play with you.”
…Even acting all decisive like this. It wasn’t even funny anymore. I wasn’t scared either. I already knew exactly what kind of bastard this man was. There was no need to find out what would happen if I didn’t listen.
…Anyway, I never defied Kang Juhyuk. I’d already figured out clearly that doing so would only make things more disgusting.
“Ah, what’s this? You’re wearing a tank top underneath. …Should I take this off too?”
“…Do whatever you want.”
“Hmm… Then just take the bra off. Leave the tank top on.”
“…”
I turned the gray bra I was wearing underneath to the front and awkwardly pulled it off. During the process, my breasts must have come into his view, but I wasn’t even embarrassed anymore.
…I already knew exactly what was going to happen anyway. These vulgar tits would be groped while I was filthily violated. It was obvious.
“Damn. Your tits are fucking huge. Even I have pretty big pecs for a guy.”
“…Yours are muscle, Kang Juhyuk.”
“Well, that’s true. Yours are just fat lumps.”
Even while calling them fat lumps, he was completely mesmerized by my breasts. He gently caressed them over the tank top. When that wasn’t enough, he slipped his hand under my armpit and kneaded them, then slid along my side before shoving his hand under the fabric to pinch my nipples.
The touching itself wasn’t even as stimulating as my thighs, but… I couldn’t lie and say my nipples felt fine.
“Well, hers didn’t seem that small either. …My standards have gotten higher lately.”
“…Haa, when you look at women, is that seriously all you see…?”
“No. For me it’s always the face and skin first. Then the hips. …But you’re good in all three. That’s why my eyes go to your tits.”
Spouting words that I couldn’t tell were compliments or insults, he slowly climbed onto the bed. At the same time, he lightly lifted me so my heels left the floor and laid me down. The fat lump that couldn’t support his weight held its shape for a moment inside the white fabric, but the instant he slid the straps down, it lost balance and spilled to both sides.
“…Especially the shape and color are insane. The mole is hot too.”
“…”
His expression looked like he was facing a feast. That vulgar face that seemed desperate to devour the prepared meal was now so familiar it almost felt endearing.
…Why the hell did men get so excited over something like this? Even when I looked at his near-perfect body, I didn’t really… didn’t really feel anything in particular.
“Your thighs are insane too. …Right?”
“…I know that already, you idiot.”
“The skin is so pale and soft, it feels great. This. …And when I rip the stockings, the way it presses in a little is nice too.”
Riiip.
He lifted my skirt and tore my stockings apart, then stroked the flesh that bulged out through the holes with a wicked smile. Not satisfied with just one hole, he wrecked them until my panties were completely visible.
“I thought maybe the bra was white, but… the bottom is black?”
“…If I wear a dark bra it might show through, you idiot.”
“Oh. I thought you were embarrassed about getting waxed so you deliberately wore black.”
“…”
While spouting nonsense, he slipped his fingers inside my panties, flicked the underwear a few times with a tick, tick, then grabbed it with both hands and ripped it clean off.
“Hey…!”
“…What? The material’s cheap as hell.”
Before I could even be surprised, the panties were torn away and sucked out from inside the stockings. He tossed the useless underwear onto the floor and forcibly sat me up.
“From now on, don’t wear panties like this. …If a rapist jumps you and rips your panties off, it’d be dangerous.”
“…Psychopathic bastard.”
There wasn’t even time left to spit out my disgust at his shamelessness that had gone beyond all limits. I already knew exactly what was going to happen to me and what words I was supposed to say.
“Ah, yeah yeah. First, look at the camera over there.”
I had to kill the 26-year-old me for a moment and go back to the me from ten years ago, then be violated by him. I was sick of playing along with his disgusting roleplay, but… if I didn’t, my mind wouldn’t be able to endure it.
The current, living me being treated like a sex slave. I absolutely didn’t want to feel that… so….
“Speak clearly. Name and age.”
“…Seo Haeun. Seventeen years old.”
“That’s not right. How could you be seventeen? We’re the same age.”
“…What?”
…But Kang Juhyuk, grinning slyly, left me no place to run.
“…You have to say it properly. Twenty-six years old. Occupation: YouTuber. I’m Seo Haeun, who hit 100,000 views for the first time yesterday. Like that.”
“…”
“If you really don’t want to say it, you can just keep your mouth shut. There’s more fun stuff coming anyway.”
Even as I felt endless humiliation from the man who mocked me to the very end, I couldn’t move a single step. Not even when he got off the bed for a moment, stripped off his bottoms, and came back holding a thick marker.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to say my name so I kept my mouth closed. …It was simply because he was preparing something. I didn’t have the courage to stop it.
“Hold your thighs. I’m going to write something.”
“…”
Instead of running away, I used my own hands to press down on the flesh bulging through the torn stockings, flattening it. I didn’t even know what kind of graffiti he was going to write. This entire disgusting scene was being recorded.
…I only felt shame, yet I couldn’t feel any fear as I obediently followed his command.
“Ah, what was your exact username again?”
“…Sophia.”
“Nothing else attached to it?”
“I don’t remember.”
Squeak. Squeak. The unpleasant sound of the marker rubbing against my skin echoed. First a circle. Then an a inside it. Followed by s, o, p, h, i, A. After finishing the marking all the way to the area near my groin, he grabbed my other thigh and, without my help, wrote the next sentence.
100k. View. Thx.
Finally drawing a heart as well, he moved behind me and spread my legs wide toward the camera.
“…Ah, now that I think about it, the @ symbol is for Twitter or Instagram, not YouTube, right?”
“…Idiot. You mixed that up?”
“Earlier Hinami said she had a lot of Instagram followers, so I was checking and got confused. Sorry, sorry.”
“…”
Even mentioning the name of the only person in this country who went by that name, he made sure the camera captured my blatantly written personal information as well.
“…Your heart is drawn like absolute shit.”
“Then do you want to draw it?”
“…Give it here.”
The wrinkled heart he’d drawn bothered me even when viewed upside down, so I snatched the pen from him, pressed it to my thigh, and carefully filled it in with smooth strokes. I meticulously colored over the dirty curves, turning it into a much prettier heart than before.
…Ha. What was the point of doing something like this? It would only make my head even more messed up if he got excited.
“…You’re good at it. Want to do it from now on?”
“How am I supposed to write upside down, you pervert?”
“You don’t even need to write words. …Just something like this is enough.”
Responding to my sneer with a sneer of his own, he took the pen back from me and drew three strokes across my fully exposed breasts. One long horizontal stroke to the side. One vertical stroke right down the middle of my cleavage. And one more horizontal stroke on the side with the mole. He carved an English letter whose meaning was blatantly obvious onto my chest.
…Ah, seriously. You don’t even know this, you stupid bastard. Acting like you’ve got so much experience.
“…I’m not an F cup, you know. After groping them so much, you still don’t know? Idiot….”
“……”
At my sharp correction, his expression froze for a moment. Then he clutched his stomach, covered his mouth, and started giggling in a way that was infuriatingly unpleasant.
“…Why, why are you laughing?”
“Ah… it’s nothing. Looking at it like this, it does look similar. Yeah, yeah.”
“What the hell are you….”
Still unable to stop laughing, he tossed the pen aside, stroked my hair, and whispered softly into my ear.
“It’s Chinese characters. Chinese characters. …The character for ‘correct.’ Don’t you know?”
“…Chinese characters?”
“You must have done class president elections when you were little. One vote, one vote. Every time you got one, you drew one stroke. Five times total.”
…He was saying he would fuck me once for each stroke he’d just drawn.
“…I was originally going to draw them all, but since you’re so fucking stupid and cute, if you listen well today I’ll count it as three strokes. How’s that?”
He squeezed my breast hard and ordered me to open my mouth again.
“Alright, let’s do the self-introduction again. …Name?”
“…That Hinami girl, well, she spilled all her personal info. She must not be scared, unlike you.”
“…”
“…Name. Say it.”
Packaging that filthy rag of a woman like she was some impressive lady… forcing me.
“……Seo Haeun.”
Starting with my name,
“Username?”
“…Sophia.”
Then my username,
“Occupation?”
“…Guitar YouTuber.”
“You got famous with the guitar?”
“…I got famous by wearing slutty clothes.”
Then my occupation,
“Age and cup size.”
“…Twenty-six years old. 70G… cup.”
…Then my body measurements,
“Education… isn’t necessary. …First time having sex?”
“…Last month. It was my first time.”
“The partner… well. No need to say it. He’s right here.”
“…”
Then my first experience,
“…Sometimes when I look at the YouTube comments, there’s a lot of sexual harassment. What do you think about that?”
“…It’s fucking disgusting.”
“Specifically, what’s so fucking disgusting about it?”
…My,
“…The way those pathetic bastards evaluate my body. …It’s fucking disgusting.”
“Is the evaluation itself disgusting, or is it disgusting because pathetic bastards are the ones doing the evaluating?”
“Because pathetic bastards are doing it.”
“…So if it wasn’t pathetic bastards, it would be okay?”
“…”
All the way down to my inner thoughts.
“Then, well. I’ll just say one thing.”
“…What?”
“…You’re so fucking hot. Pink pussy, pink nipples. Your tits are fucking huge too.”
He laid everything bare.
“…I took your virginity too. Unlike all the rag-like sluts I’ve fucked before.”
“…”
…Even while listening to this absurd sexual harassment, I couldn’t forget the part of me that felt relief in one corner of my heart. He captured me clearly once again.
“Get on all fours. Spread your pussy.”
“…”
“…You don’t need foreplay when filming, do you? You’re already soaked.”
The place I had never shown to anyone except the person I hated most in the world—he enjoyed it only with his eyes and… his cock.
“…Good girl.”
Today as well, he savored me deliciously. And I,
“…Hey, Kang Juhyuk.”
“What?”
To the man who was holding his spoon, happily preparing his meal,
“…Did it feel good when that rag sucked your cock?”
I begged him to eat me instead, saying there was no need to buy such low-quality meat.
“…She wasn’t as good as you, though?”
“…So it did feel good. You piece of trash.”
…I didn’t want to know the reason.
“Ah, well. It wasn’t bad. …Even if she wasn’t as good as you.”
Even if I found out, there was no way I would ever acknowledge it.