Stolen Snapshots
Click. Click.
A man sat hunched in front of his computer, opening and closing photos in rapid succession.
"Ah, this batch didn't come out great."
Nearly identical shots filled the screen in a long, unbroken row. The woman smiling in every one of them was none other than Dayeon — laughing, chatting, goofing around inside the studio, captured from angles that no one but a coworker could possibly have managed.
The person proudly dumping secretly taken photos into a group chat full of people was none other than Park Woojin.
The people on the receiving end sounded thoroughly fed up, calling him out every time he posted another shot. Woojin waved it all off as jealousy and moved on.
"God, what a bunch of holier-than-thou pricks. Like they don't get off on it too."
"These assholes. If they're jealous they should just say so. Funny little shits, every last one of them."
In truth, the group chat where he dumped his creepshots barely saw any use except for those occasional bursts of activity whenever Woojin posted another photo.
The pattern never changed. Woojin would post a photo, everyone would tell him to knock off the secret filming, and if he followed up by asking how people were doing, they'd give him a halfhearted reply and go quiet again — proof enough that none of them valued their relationship with Park Woojin all that much.
They usually at least bothered to answer when he asked how they were. This time, every last one of them left him on read, as if they'd all agreed on it in advance.
The silence got under his skin, so he fired off message after message, trying to get under theirs in return. Time passed. Nothing came back.
"Fucking assholes. Tch. These are the same people who used to cling to me and kiss my ass."
Back in college, there had been no shortage of underclassmen and classmates willing to humor Park Woojin's rotten personality. Not because they liked him — he was so relentlessly annoying that people took turns managing him out of sheer self-preservation. Woojin, of course, had walked away convinced he was incredibly popular.
"Haaah~ I'm a popular guy. When I do work for her, that Lee Dayeon bitch should be going 'thank you so much' and treating me like a king, shouldn't she?"
The high-school-bully act had never quite worn off. He was twenty-eight years old and still hadn't grown up.
"What if I just said fuck it and leaked these photos?"
The truth was that almost none of the pictures Woojin had taken were particularly incriminating. Every so often, though, one would catch a glimpse of underwear through a skirt at just the right angle, and if those ever got out, it would be a disaster.
"Heh heh... or I could blackmail her with the photos and finally tap that."
He pictured Dayeon begging him to delete them, her face white with panic.
"Ah, but it'd be better if I had something a little more solid than this."
Even Woojin, whose brain had been thoroughly marinated in porn, knew these photos weren't enough to actually do anything with.
Hmm... what if I installed a hidden camera in the bathroom?
It was a studio, so people didn't exactly shower there on a regular basis. But he knew that after a particularly intense stream, Dayeon would sometimes wash up in the private bathroom attached to the soundproof booth — a room she used alone.
Should I come in early and set one up?
Between the two of them, Dayeon was the more appetizing target. If he was going to install anything, it would obviously go in the bathroom attached to her room.
Does she usually lock the door?
Park Woojin was already thinking about bringing tools, picking a locked door, and slipping inside. He looked every bit the criminal he was becoming.
Dohyun squinted and rubbed his face against the dazzling morning sunlight. The alarm hadn't gone off, which meant it was definitely still before eight.
"What time is it..."
A rustling sound came from beside him, followed by a voice telling him the time, and Dohyun nodded.
"It's seven."
"Mm, seven... Dayeon's still asleep, so let's keep it down."
"Okaaay. Can I shower first?"
"Go ahead. I'll get breakfast started."
Dohyun had more or less gotten used to Eunchae being in his room by now. Having Dayeon here, though... I still can't get used to that.
Until recently she had been nothing more than someone he admired from a distance, a person who lived somewhere far above him. And now she was here, breathing softly in her sleep, in his own apartment.
Man... what a feeling.
Of course, the truth was that nothing had happened the night before — which, if he was being honest, he found a little disappointing. No. What the hell is there to be disappointed about? Get a grip, you idiot.
He almost slapped himself across the face, then thought better of it. The sound might wake Dayeon.
The reason three people had ended up sleeping in Dohyun's cramped studio in the first place was that they'd stayed up drinking until fairly late the night before.
Good thing I paced myself. That could've gone south fast.
Caught between two women who had been pouring drinks down their throats like it was a competition, Dohyun had barely managed to keep himself in check. There was no telling what might happen if he got drunk, and blacking out was an experience he had no interest in repeating.
Bean sprout soup for breakfast...
On top of everything else, today was a weekday. He had to go to work. He'd already gotten a decent chunk of today's tasks done the night before, so showing up a little late wouldn't have been a disaster — but Dohyun still wanted to arrive on time if he could help it.
"Rice... we've got plenty. Good."
He checked the rice cooker first, then pulled a bundle of bean sprouts from the fridge and set a pot on the stove.
"Ooh~ A man who cooks. That's sexy."
Eunchae had finished her shower in record time and come up behind him.
"That was fast."
"I kinda rushed it."
"Gross."
"Hey, that's harsh."
She'd said she rushed it, but Eunchae was just a fast showerer to begin with. She hadn't actually cut any corners.
"While unnie's still asleep, wanna sneak one in?"
Apparently rinsing off hadn't rinsed the nonsense out of her head. Dohyun reached back and gave her nose a pinch — not hard enough to hurt.
"Stop talking nonsense and get ready to eat."
"Aww, why~ We don't have to go all the way. I'll suck you off. How about it?"
She'd been worked up since the night before, and a round of drinking and carrying on hadn't done a thing to take the edge off. If anything, she wanted him even more now that it was morning.
"You just do what you were doing."
"No, just for a second—!"
Before Dohyun could get another word out, she was already tugging his pants and underwear down together.
"Hey— if Dayeon wakes up and sees this—!"
By the time his underwear hit the floor, Dohyun was already getting hard. The proof was right there: the cock that had been sitting quietly a moment ago was already halfway up. Even so, the fear that Dayeon might wake up and walk in on them was impossible to shake.
"It's fiiine~"
Eunchae didn't care. She stripped the last of his clothes away, leaned in, and filled her mouth with him.
Slurp—
"Kh...!"
That sudden wet pull sent a shiver straight down his spine. He glanced down. Eunchae's face was right there, her mouth stretched around a cock that had gone fully hard, and the sight of her struggling to take it made something in him throb even harder.
"Nngh— it's too biiig..."
She pulled off just long enough to whine about the size, putting on a show of it, and the little performance lit up every sadistic nerve he had.
"If you're going to do it, do it properly, Eunchae."
He'd been standing still and taking it. Now he dropped a hand and seized her small head, then pushed down, driving himself all the way into her throat.
"Hhk—?! Nngh... mmph...!"
She thrashed like it hurt. Further down, though, her body told a different story — the rougher he was, the wetter she got.
Saliva she couldn't swallow spilled through her lips and dripped to the floor in fat, glistening drops, and the sight of it only made the whole thing filthier.
"Hah... yeah. That's it."
Eunchae's mouth was on the small side, and pushing in and out of it felt uncannily like being inside her. Every time she gasped for air, the inhale created a vacuum that clamped down around him, and that tight, wet squeeze was almost too good.
"Kh— fuck, that's so good. Your mouth is a goddamn masterpiece...!"
Slurp. Suck. Slurp—
"Hh... khah..."
Pain and pleasure had tangled themselves into a single knot, and she was starting to wonder if she might actually pass out — when Dohyun gripped her head, shoved himself in to the hilt, and came straight down her throat.
"Kh— ah...! I'm coming...!"
It pulsed out of him in thick, heavy spurts, flooding her throat. He eased his grip, and the pressure vanished all at once.
"Khhk— cough...! Ah... hah... haah...!"
Eunchae coughed, sputtering out what she hadn't been able to swallow, her breath coming in ragged little hitches.
"Haaah... you're such a... complete freak..."
"But the mouth down below seems pretty honest about it."
Dohyun glanced at her and huffed a quiet laugh. She wasn't just wet. She was dripping, a thin thread of it running down her thigh.
"Nngh, I can't help that it feels good...!"
"You a masochist?"
"I think I might be, a little. It's not like I don't have a sadistic side either."
She liked being the one doing the teasing. When it came to actually having sex, though, she definitely preferred being on the receiving end. No — she'd figured that out for sure after sleeping with Dohyun. She felt it more when she was the one being wrecked.
"Anyway... then we should finish what we—"
"Mm... what are you two doing...? You're already up?"
Eunchae had been in the middle of hiking up her T-shirt and peeling off her panties. She froze at the sound of Dayeon's voice.
"Hhk...!"
Dohyun, whose entire lower half was still out in the open, yanked his underwear and pants up in one desperate motion.
"Ah— we weren't doing anything! I was just making breakfast..!"
"Tch... of all the times to wake up..."
"Hm? What'd you say, Eunchae?"
"Hmm~? Nothing. I didn't say anything."
Eunchae played dumb under Dohyun's look, but her body was still trembling with everything that hadn't been taken care of.
Ugh... stopping halfway just made me even hungrier...
She was already picturing it — waiting for the right moment after they got to the studio, slipping into Dohyun's room, and jumping him. The thought sent a flush all the way up her face.
"Don't even think about it."
One line from Dohyun shut the whole fantasy down cold.