The Virgin's Mark
Her pussy, once again drenched and trembling under a fresh coat of cum.
Her ass, even paler than the milky semen smeared across it.
When I press down with my hand, the deep dimples form, radiating pure lust from her erector muscles.
Even her face, ruined and lost in pleasure, hasn't lost its beauty.
I take it all in—my eyes, the eyes right in front of me, the eyes looking up at me.
Then I gently pull her back as she starts to slip down from that endless high.
“Get up. Stop lying there like a corpse.”
“Keh, kehek…, nyehe…♥”
I can't give her time to think. Can't let her feel the emptiness that always follows pleasure. Not until I've trained her enough that she can handle it on her own.
“Lick it. …This time there's no blood on it, right?”
Before the afterglow fades, I adjust the clinking chains and rub my cock against her face. The same glans that had just dirtied her naive pussy now presses against the lips that smile and sing for her fans.
“Mm, chu…, heup….”
She glances up at me once, narrows her eyes, then side-eyes the camera. Her tongue flicks out, lick, lick—like she's tasting ice cream.
“Chu…, eup, haup…, kehek, ah. What is thiiis….”
“I didn't even tell you to suck.”
Then, like she's sucking on candy, the little bitch tries to swallow my cock on her own. I yank her leash hard, grab my shaft, and slap it against her face. This utterly unreasonable contempt that destroys a person's dignity only makes this perverted bitch swallow hard and get even more excited.
“Heh, hehe…. I'm sowwy…. Chuuu….”
She licks the tip with her pink inner flesh, clumsily rolls her tongue, and teases the hole where cum is still leaking out.
“Huaa…, ah. It smells. Really strong….”
“Sniffing like that and still talking, you crazy bitch.”
“Hehe, it's not that I hate it or anything….”
She rubs her flushed cheeks against my hot balls, sticks her tongue out long, and drags it up and down the shaft.
“…Suck it now.”
“Chuuup, eu. Yes. …Haup….”
When I press down on the cap that barely stayed on earlier, the glans gets sucked into her mouth just like before.
“Eup…, eup, keu, eup….”
I hold the leash and enjoy her still-clumsy blowjob, making sure she doesn't suck too violently while the afterglow of my orgasm hasn't faded yet. Slowly.
“Eup…, u. Puhe…. Haa….”
Despite her pathetic tongue work, she puts on an expression like she's very skilled, gathering all the fluids dirtying my cock onto her tongue.
“Bue….”
She opens her mouth wide and stares at me.
“…Spit it out.”
Reading my lips, she sticks her tongue out long and lets it drip onto her own chest.
“Haa. Ah, this. The leash. It's really….”
“Really what.”
“……I liked it. Hehe.”
…Feeding her can wait. If I ever meet this woman outside someday, that sly, lewd smile of hers will feel even more thrilling from the outside.
“If the collar chafes or you think you'll get hurt, say something. …You'd have trouble with scars too, right?”
“Ah, yes. If that happens, save me….”
“Say it properly. ‘Please go easy on me.’”
“…Yes.”
A bare-minimum safeword. I should've set one earlier, but she wouldn't have known about that anyway. The reason I didn't mention it first was… because I was a little excited too. I was a bit careless. If I want to train this woman properly, I need to be perfect too.
“…And, you know that thing you sent earlier.”
“What…, ah. …The video?”
“No, the photo.”
To keep the excitement from cooling. To make her twisted lust boil over. I get off the bed for a moment, still gripping the leash tightly, and toss her phone from the desk.
“Ah, which photo….”
“The very first one.”
“Ah, haha….”
A photo taken less than an hour ago. Her arm slipped under her thigh, fingers spreading her pussy just barely, proudly displaying her virginity like a trophy.
“Also, you… your ID. Ah. You're a foreigner. Anyway, something like that?”
“If you check the drawer, there's my passport and registration card….”
“…This one.”
On top of that, Hinami's square foreigner registration card with her black hair. The passport isn't bad, but you'd have to hold it open with your hands.
“Just put it somewhere visible on the screen.”
“…I should've kept my student ID instead.”
I frame the evidence proving this woman's identity inside the shot. Finally, I grab some writing utensils from the desk and return to her.
Mechanical pencils, ballpoint pens, red pens. There were plenty, but…
“…You want me to doodle?”
“No, just draw some lines.”
For now, I only bring the black permanent marker. I push her kneeling forehead lightly, laying her down on the bed.
“Ehehe, again, what naughty thing are you trying to dooo….”
One stroke down on her soft thigh peeking out from under the stockings. Another stroke below it. Black lines drawn across.
“Haven't you watched too much porn…?”
“You'd know better than me.”
“That…, true. Hehe.”
Then on her navel. Just as I'm about to drag the pen tip down…
“…I think you need to draw one more.”
“It's already two.”
“You came once last time too…. …Right here.”
She hooks a finger into the corner of her mouth and pulls, cutely flicking out the tongue that had just been licking my cock.
…Ha, this crazy bitch. Not entirely wrong, though.
“Satisfied?”
“Yes. …With this, the third time.”
I add a stroke to make it 下 instead of 丁, then press the dot I'd marked below her navel again. Very slowly. So the line doesn't blur because of her soft belly. Straight down, right above her pussy where the thick cum is leaking out.
“Ah, ahaha, it tickles, that….”
“Just bear with it a little.”
Twitch, twitch. Her lower belly squirms, unable to endure the ticklish sensation. I draw the scale marks. To finish, I close the end of the line with a slightly longer stroke.
“O-oppa…. …If it's what I'm thinking, please write that at the end.”
“What?”
“…This.”
She brings her gloved hands together between her breasts, bends her fingers, and makes a small heart.
“…Hehe.”
…Without refusing, I draw exactly that shape beside her navel, even coloring it in carefully.
“Thank youuu….”
“…Want me to just write whatever you want?”
“Eh, nooo. It'll come out all crooked if you do.”
“Then say one more thing. …I'll write it.”
“…Then, this.”
And finally, that photo I'd told her to display earlier. Her virgin pussy spread wide open, a photo both pure and obscene.
“…In Korean? Or English?”
“You wrote Chinese characters on my thigh too, so… this in Chinese characters too.”
“I only know the last one.”
“Just search it. …It'll come right up.”
I stare at the photo for a moment, then set the leash down and use the translator to inscribe two Chinese characters on her body. The second character is 女, meaning woman. The first one I don't know, but together, translated into English…
virgin.
“…Take a picture and show me.”
“Here.”
“Ah, for something written on my stomach…, you wrote it really well, oppa. Hehe.”
Looking at her smiling slyly again, I grab the red pen rolling on the desk and scribble a big X over the first character.
“…Why ruin it after writing it so nicely? It's a wasteee.”
“It's not true anymore, is it?”
“Well, that's true, but…. Hmm. …I guess?”
She looks slightly sulky, then bends her eyes in satisfaction as she looks at her own body displayed on the screen. With a pure smile that doesn't match this maniacal scene at all.
“And, …ah. This. Should I use it?”
One last thing for her.
“I already put one on my chest though?”
The band-aid left over from covering her nipples—
“Gotta cover here too. …It's gonna leak, isn't it.”
This time, as a makeshift plug. I carefully attach it. Just enough to slightly cover the ruler marks I'd drawn earlier.
“Now sit up. Look here.”
“Yeees….”
When I shake the leash, she sits obediently even without being pulled. Kneeling. Thighs slightly spread. The ID card between them.
“You've probably taken plenty of photos before, so do the rest however you want.”
“Well, I'm a pro. …Don't worry.”
She fixes her slightly crumpled cap again. Phone in her left hand, blatantly showing off her once-virgin pussy. With her remaining hand, she makes a V sign, looking excited. Even without me telling her one by one. Just as the lewd fantasies inside her demand.
“V….”
Hinami, striking the pose, alternates her gaze between me and the screen, sticking her tongue out slightly with a lewd smile.
…Looking nothing like the woman with that X marked on her today.
******
The sun that had been shining brightly while he was here had set, and before long the moon had risen. I closed my eyes looking at that moon, then opened them again, but it was still there. If I just turned on the lights, it would definitely be bright without needing the moonlight. But why is it that I don't want to take even one step out from under this dark blanket…
“….”
What did I used to do with my life, anyway. Wake up in the morning, eat. Exercise at lunch. Come back, rest a bit, then just lie on the sofa and let the day pass. Or wander outside without much thought, eat dinner, and come back. In the remaining time, I'd play guitar. Not that I was particularly good at it. It was the only hobby I had left.
“….”
These days are similar too. Wake up and eat the meal that's been prepared. Get dragged out at lunch for a pretty intense workout. When I come back and rest, that guy keeps sticking to me and I can't shake him off. Sometimes we go out for a walk together…. Even walking with that damn leash on. Guitar, almost every day too. …Wearing strange clothes. In front of the camera. So really, nothing's changed. But why is this… Why does this quiet evening feel so boring?
“That bastard, seriously. I'm gonna change the password….”
Maybe. Maybe he won't come back today. Like always, maybe he won't be able to stand it after a few hours and will come rushing to pounce on me. While I'm sleeping, maybe he'll sneak in and take off my panties again. Maybe he'll make that nightmare I had while dozing off come true. I was worried. But thankfully, nothing happened. …Really, thankfully.
“Haa….”
…Anyway, you don't have a job or anything. Besides the money you earned before quitting baseball, you probably don't have much. More than me, sure. But then you abandon this house and go off alone….
“Ah…!”
A message. It's late at night, so it can't be a friend. Without even wondering who it is, I hurriedly open my phone.
“….”
Unknown number. A face I've seen a few times before. …Fingers that are too familiar. Thick. Hard. Much bigger than they look, with a pulse you can feel. Those large hands.
“Ha. Haha….”
…A play button floating alone among those photos. Press it? Or not. After a moment of hesitation… I throw the phone away.
“….”
I don't want to see that. …It's obvious he's just toying with me. I don't want to play along. Anyway, when I wake up tomorrow, it'll just be another day exactly like yesterday.