The Lewd Girl's Desperate Plea in the Mirror
She had slowly reclined back onto the bed, as if turning over in her mind.
She kicked off her panties and pulled her nightgown up to her breasts.
No matter how she tried to express her feelings for him, she never wanted to go that far.
It felt like the worst fate imaginable—using the object of her crush as a stand-in for everything else.
But there was no other choice.
Even if the worst possible outcome waited at the end, she refused to choke down the pain every time she had to face his photo.
She had no choice but to keep pleasuring herself right in front of him until her body was in constant heat the moment she saw his picture.
“Oppa… sniffling… I-I won’t give up… I’ll never stop…”
She smiled faintly, forcing her lips into a smile as she stared into his smiling face.
“Haa… haa… Oppa… even if it’s a little inconvenient… I want you to watch me disappear… all the way until the end…”
She gripped her breasts tightly, just like he had done.
“Huuuh…”
Compared to his enormous palm, her small hand looked tiny.
“Ah… anh… ahn… it feels… so good…”
Even though she was only kneading her breasts while staring at his photo, the pleasure that surged through her was far stronger than usual.
Baek Jeong-hyeon’s gaze seemed to sweep across her entire body.
“Oppa… please… please… ahn…”
The voice that had been scolding her rang in her ears, and her folds grew slicker with each passing second.
“Please… take me… take Jeongda-jeong roughly… hueng…”
Despite her strong protests against the fantasies she had clung to just moments before, nothing had changed.
On the contrary, only an even greater greed had taken root.
She tried to hold back a little longer, but her palm was already pressing firmly against her clit.
“Huuuuh… hwaaat…”
Sweat beaded on her face and trickled down, dripping onto her breasts and soaking her surroundings in heat.
“Haa… haah…”
Her own heated breath seemed to have intoxicated her.
The unbearable pleasure that pierced her mind sent a wave of dizziness crashing over her again and again.
Wanting to feel even more, her legs spread wider as her palm began rubbing faster.
She could no longer stop her hand.
It felt as if she was actually being tormented by him.
And soon that fantasy became reality.
The man in front of her looked as though he had set his mind on ruining her folds, pulling at her clit wildly while repeatedly slamming his palm down hard.
It was no longer just pressing—it was a fierce slap, as if he truly wanted her folds to be destroyed.
“Ahuuuk! Hwaat! Kkhiik…”
More juices than usual poured out, and every time his fingers brushed over her, electricity seemed to race through her entire body.
When her hips, which barely moved before, began to writhe, her hips lifted as her legs spread into a perfect M-shape.
“O-Oppa…! Y-You’re… too intense…! Hwaaang…”
Even while watching her own pathetic reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t stop her hand.
It was because, as far as the mirror was concerned, Jeong-hyeon Oppa had stopped looking at her and was now staring straight down at her from in front of the mirror.
His beloved face was right in front of her.
She had to show him how desperately she wanted him more than anything.
She had to prove just how much she loved him.
Please… please…!
Her breathing grew ragged, and her legs shook violently.
Was it because he was watching? She felt herself racing toward climax faster than ever before.
Hold me… Jeongda-jeong…
But he turned away as if he had been waiting for her to disappear.
“Huuu… Oppa… p-please…”
Her emotions boiling over, tears welled up instantly.
Her face was a mess of sweat and tears, but as long as she could turn his heart, she didn’t care what she looked like.
“Don’t go… huuuk… don’t… go…! Ahuuuk! Hwaaang…”
Sobbing his name, she unleashed everything inside her in a flood.
Her vision blurred as her heart began to race exactly like it had the first time she felt affection for him.
At the same time, all the strength left her body.
She collapsed onto the bed without even closing her legs.
“Jeong-hyeon… Oppa…”
That was the only proper word she could manage.
“Huuu… ugh… hwaaang…”
She thought she had prepared herself for the worst.
Yet the thought of being completely abandoned by him sent fresh tears streaming down.
According to Dain’s author, she was the defeated heroine.
She hadn’t captured the male lead’s heart at all and was now just imagining him while pleasuring herself in defeat.
The pathetic state of her own self made her want to cry.
*
Time flowed on naturally.
During that time, the only thing that occupied her mind was one person.
Baek Jeong-hyeon alone.
All her thoughts revolved around him.
That was only natural since his entire world had become hers.
Every time his hands sent her flying, her position changed along with it.
After repeating that infinitely, she finally buried her face in the pillow and lay there, touching her folds.
She was exhausted, but the thought of his imaginary Oppa pinning her face to her crotch made her position seem almost drunk.
“Oppa feels good! Right there…! More… more! Hwaaang!”
His large hands wandered over her skin and suddenly gripped her breasts hard.
“Kkhuuuk! Hwaaang…”
She was kneaded in his huge hands while her folds were rubbed relentlessly, driving her toward climax quickly.
The harder she came, the more her lower body lifted.
Soon her knees straightened and her hips bucked upward, at which point her unruly fingers began tormenting her clit wildly.
“J-Jeongda-jeong… sniffling, hwaat! M-More… more… touch me! Oppa! Oppa…! Hwaaah…”
In the end, her knees and ankles straight, her whole body shook violently before she collapsed with a thud.
It felt as if her lower half had gone numb.
“Haa… haa… m-More… I can’t take any more… heueng…”
The dampness of the bed sheets felt like sweat mixed with her juices—she couldn’t tell which was which.
Her heavily tormented folds left a clear trace on the sheets, and the thought of how strong the scent of her lewdness would linger on her skin if she collapsed like this right now made her shiver.
She slowly sat up.
Then, drawn by a sudden thought, she stood in front of the mirror.
“Haha… is this… really me?”
She let out a hollow laugh.
It wasn’t a week—it had only been three days.
How could someone break so completely in such a short time?
The mere fact that her own change was so shocking was astonishing.
No matter how tired she was, she had never shown this much on her face before, yet right now her face looked utterly wrecked.
Of course, the change wasn’t incomprehensible.
Honestly, looking back at her life pattern over the past two months, she felt this was actually a blessing.
She had strictly managed her health during those two months.
She ate three full meals while sneaking in exercise, so she wouldn’t fall behind at work and make Oppa worry.
But over the last three days, she hadn’t even managed one proper meal a day, let alone exercise.
She had cried nonstop, missing him, squeezing her breasts and shaking them while tormenting her folds madly.
She only remembered falling asleep from exhaustion, and that was why her dark circles had darkened to this extent.
The red, bloodshot eyes and the expression on the verge of tears made it impossible to keep watching herself.
She wandered blankly until she dropped onto the bed.
Looking down, she saw multiple handprints left clearly on her breasts.
Looking in the mirror, faint marks remained on her neck as well.
It was all because she still missed Baek Jeong-hyeon’s touch so much.
To mimic the way he choked her neck, she needed both hands, so while she gripped her neck with both, she had to settle for rubbing her folds.
Yet the pleasure was beyond anything she had imagined.
Even if he really choked her to death with his hands, she could smile in ecstasy.
But she only tried it once and never again.
If she died here, she would have to wait for him in the afterlife for a long time.
Thinking she should live as long as possible, she was now vigorously kneading her breasts instead of choking her neck.
Because of that, she hadn’t worn clothes while awake—pleasure alone was all she had.
The one saving grace was that, because she was pleasuring herself with his photo as a substitute, she had been bathing properly.
She had thought she’d be thorough enough to wash even though his gaze in the photo was distracting.
It was still proof that she was deeply in love with Baek Jeong-hyeon.
She really didn’t have any big ambitions.
She just wanted to love a man who truly loved only her… with all her heart.
“Why… won’t Oppa understand my heart…”
She muttered the words mixed with a pout while staring at his photo.
Current time: 1 PM.
Back when she used to secretly watch him during lunch break, focusing on her novels.
Now was the perfect time to pleasure herself.
She set her phone on the pillow and set the timer.
Imagining the camera lens as his gaze, she lay back, spreading her legs wide so she could see herself clearly.