Shattering the School Idol Yujin's Pride (8)
Thwack! Thwack!
"It hurts."
Thwack-thwack-thwack! Thwack-thwack-thwack!
"It hurts..."
Thwack-thwack-thwack! Thwack-thwack-thwack!
"It hurts, my hand!"
Yujin yelled as she slammed my cock down onto the floor like it was trash she'd been gripping tight.
She hadn't done anything else—just jerked me off relentlessly—but her whole body was drenched in sweat like we'd been fucking like animals.
That's how it went: Yujin had flattered my cock with every ounce of her strength and devotion without a single break. But she hadn't lived up to her big talk of making me cum more than ten times. Not even once.
There had been close calls along the way, sure. Hell, the mere fact that Yujin—the future top idol, the school's perfect goddess—was on all fours between my legs, face buried in my crotch like a dog... that alone had me on the edge every damn second.
But I had a way to hold back that made reciting the national anthem look like child's play. It wasn't hard. I just lay there and replayed the trials, the courtroom, the prison—everything I'd endured.
Thwack-thwack-thwack!
Now it wasn't even jerking anymore; she was straight-up beating it. Looked like she might smack my balls next, so I scolded her. Or rather, mocked her.
"Cut it out."
"You cut it out and cum already! My hand hurts!"
"My dick hurts more."
"Then why won't you cum?!"
"Not my problem."
I replied indifferently, then pretended to lose interest and started fiddling with my phone.
First, I picked out some stocks to invest in. Back then, I had a little savings from part-time jobs since I was a kid. It was peanuts compared to what those four bitches had, but that was just for now.
With future knowledge, multiplying it was a breeze. The issues? I didn't have lotto numbers memorized, so it'd take some grind, and I might end up in court hiring a lawyer before I made real money...
Thwack-thwack-thwack! Thwack-thwack-thwack!
My train of thought shattered as Yujin grabbed my cock again and started shaking it furiously, refusing to give up.
Sweat droplets from her splattered onto my lips. Salty taste.
"Cooome onnn, cum alreeeady—!"
Yujin screamed without a shred of shame, but my cock didn't budge. Not that it wasn't responding or anything.
On the contrary, when she dropped it, it sprang right back up and smacked her right on the nose bridge.
"Eek!"
Her stunned face was priceless, like she'd taken a surprise punch.
I finished checking stocks and glanced at the time on my phone. Plenty before school, but who gave a shit about that today?
Morning would bring a call from the cops summoning me for questioning. Last time, I'd overslept, and Mom picked up. Not this time.
So I needed to wrap this up and get moving.
I set the phone down and looked at Yujin. She flinched and averted her eyes. Compared to her initial reaction, she'd changed shockingly fast in that short time.
The bitch who'd spat in my face even with a knife to her throat couldn't meet my gaze now.
Couldn't blame her. While she jerked me off, I'd been hurling nonstop abuse to smash her pride to pieces, exactly as planned.
"How the fuck am I supposed to cum looking at an ugly bitch like you?"
"Those massive, stupid tits kill my boner."
"What kind of pig has tits this fatty?"
"Look at that huge ass. What do you eat every day for all the fat to go there?"
And so on, without pause.
Of course, it wouldn't last. At school, everyone—guys and girls—worshipped her. She'd regain her pride soon, strut around cocky again, and plot revenge.
So I had to break her more.
I eyed the sweat pooling in her cleavage, then stood up. Yujin panicked briefly, gritted her teeth like it wasn't over, and lunged—but I shoved her shoulder hard.
She sprawled on the bed, one bra strap slipping down unnoticed as she dove at me again. Or rather, at my cock.
I kicked her tit with my shoe, toppling her back onto the bed, then turned away coldly.
"That's it. We're done for today."
"Bullshit! It's not over! We had a deal!"
Yujin shrieked.
"That's why I'm saying we're done today. I'll honor the deal. But I can't cum with you, so it's still ten times left."
I stepped off the bed. She froze in horror realizing it wasn't just today—other days too, and still ten owed. Ignoring her, I went for my pants on the floor, but she tackled me.
Clinging to my waist like a desperate girlfriend begging not to break up.
"Shut up! I said I'd make you cum! Lie down again! Th-this time, not just hands—I'll use my mouth too. I'll make you cum, so lie down quick!"
Over an hour of enduring humiliation, and now it was all for nothing? She was frantic.
I burst out laughing. What if someone saw Yujin like this?
The prime idol trainee, one of the school's ruling four, the haughty beauty no one dared touch—like a flower on a cliff. Begging desperately, wrapped around one guy's waist.
I pried off her hands—her face smashed against my back, arms snaking around my waist. Then I glanced at the camera.
She'd forgotten it entirely, obsessed with making me cum.
I pulled my pants back up—thanks to her clinging—and headed for the door. Not leaving for real, of course. Needed the camera, cable ties, etc.
Her mouth, hands, even tits bore my marks now—cleaning up traces was pointless, but less evidence was always better.
Hand on the knob. I turned it slowly, making the click loud.
"Don't go—!"
Her scream was beyond caring if neighbors heard. If anyone was outside, they'd hear for sure.
I smirked. Not just deal-regret—she was desperate on a deeper level.
I wiped the smile, turned. Even with knife to throat or cock down her gullet, she'd recovered fast. Now? Near despair.
She didn't know it, but her face was pure bitch in heat.
Flattering, caressing, groveling desperately—yet failing to satisfy the male. Her instincts were shattered.
"What?"
Hands on thighs between her knees, she looked up and begged.
"...I'll make you cum. You feel gross leaving like this too, right? So come here."
I'd cum anyway, but hid it, dawdled to her, pretending reluctance—like I was doing her a favor.
"Fine. I'll cum."
I'll cum. I'll do it. You can't do shit. Males do it to bitches. Take it—that's all you get.
Every word dripped that meaning.
She'd slaved away but failed; send me off humiliated, or swallow pride and accept? Choice was made.
Both humiliations? Better save counts.
Off the bed, she realized her sweat-soaked state, blushed. Bra visible through damp pajamas; she grabbed the blanket like a cape.
Pity not to see more, but I stood impassive.
She approached, stood straight—like forgetting she'd been cock-worshipping minutes ago. Trying to face me head-on.
But average-height Yujin couldn't match my tall gaze without craning on tiptoes.
She tried the stare-down, but hiding her sweaty half-nude body under blanket? Pathetic. She looked away.
Small sigh. She extended both palms toward me.
"What's this?"
I asked.
"What? You said you'd cum."
She shot back like duh.
"Yeah, I said I'd make you cum. Literally. Me. To you."
"...?"
She tilted her head, confused. I nodded at the floor.
"No home training? When someone gives you something, you show thanks. On your knees."
She got it instantly, face twisting in disgust. But she'd already come to me, begged. Kneeling was easy now... Her expressions betrayed the calculations.
"You filthy bastard."
She spat.
I didn't reply. Neither did she after.
Time dragged.
She clutched the blanket, eyes flicking between door, window sunlight on floor. Choice was set.
Her body trembled—not cold, humiliation.
Someone might say: dogeza, sucking, jerking—why shame now? But those were forced. This? Her choice.
She could refuse, right? (Wrong, but...)
"Decide fast."
"Filthy bastard..."
Slowly, she knelt before me. Reached for my pants—unconscious habit from nonstop shaking it. Didn't lessen her shame.
I yanked my waistband down, looking down at her face. Shame, humiliation—edging panic. Impressive endurance, considering knife-at-throat start.
But endgame now.
"Head up. Hands out."
I shoved my rock-hard cock in her face. Started jerking slowly. The urge from her handjob nearly burst. Tempting.
Blast her upturned face with hot piss. But not yet—pace it.
"Mouth open."
"What? Why?!"
No repeat—I raised my cock like threatening a face-slap. Trained by pain, she obeyed, mouth wide.
Determined to wreck that pretty face, I sped up. No holding back—cumming quick.
"Don't close your mouth!"
She knew what was coming but complied.
My cum splattered her face thick.
"Hoo..."
Longest edging ever—blissful release, less post-nut haze. I wiped the last drops on her hair, pulled up pants.
Yujin sat frozen, mouth agape: mouth full, palms coated, face and shoulders soiled. Couldn't spit or wipe.
Ignoring her, I grabbed cable ties and camera from bed, headed out. Before door shut:
"Don't skip school. If I don't see you, might not resist showing Minjun what's on this camera."
I laughed heartily—ah ha hat—and closed it. Walked slowly down hall for footsteps. Then pressed ear close.
Heh heh heh... turned to heh heh heuk quick. Then waaaah!—huge sobs.
If I didn't know it was Yujin, I'd have rushed in to comfort. That pitiful.
Post-nut clarity? Her face and tits out of sight? My actions hit me.
To prove I wasn't a rapist, I'd become one. Absurd. Self-loathing surged. Revenge joy? Overpowered by hollow sadness.
But I didn't forget my tasks.
Heading to bathroom, transferred video to phone, then to secret online folder.
Double-checked, deleted from camera. Reached toilet.
Usually where Yujin sat her huge ass—hid camera. Ceiling gap. Stepped on toilet; tile popped open.
Enough blackmail already—no need. Sloppy hide, short battery. But fine.
Not for real evidence—to make her always aware, erode her mind. Big house, many bathrooms.
Her mom rarely home, different rooms—this one safe. Slid camera in, left tile ajar, back to kitchen. Exited same way.
Avoided camera, down to first floor, out. Daylight full. Stared at Yujin's house, dazed.
World so bright? Hard to believe dark deeds and sunny me were same guy.
But naive guilt shattered by ringing phone before first step home.
"Kim Sa-hyeok, right?"
The call. The one that defined my past life.
"Yes. That's me."
Cool as ever.
"This is Seoul Western Police Station, Women and Youth Division. We received a complaint; come in for questioning."
Last life: spam? Hung up. Not now.
"Yes, understood."
Said I'd go today, knew location, hung up.
Looked at bright sky, then Yujin's house—where she sobbed.
Hollowness, sadness, hesitation? Gone since that call.
Pocketed phone. Walked tall to the station.