Voyeur Defeat: The Girl Group Maknae Masturbates
Late into the night.
"Nnh… hahh…."
Yeseo tossed and turned on the bed, staring into her smartphone. She had meant to turn in early, but sleep refused to come, and so she ended up killing time the usual way — drifting aimlessly through the internet.
"Haaaaah…."
She let out a long, heavy sigh.
"I'm seriously gonna lose my mind."
She brushed back her soft golden hair and slowly closed her two sky-blue eyes.
What rose up behind her lids was the memory of yesterday — of having sex with Mochi. The moment in the public restroom, in particular, tore through her thoughts and refused to let go.
It wasn't that she had belatedly noticed something off about it. Sure, a male dog actively trying to have sex with a human woman was bizarre — but now that she understood Mochi was an unusually clever dog, it no longer seemed all that strange.
The real reason was simple.
It felt… so fucking good….
Sex with Mochi had felt incredible. The sensations of being mounted from behind, of whimpering and thrashing while he drove into her — she was certain she would never forget them for the rest of her life.
The jittery anxiety and thrill of nearly being caught at any second. The shame of falling from popular girl-group maknae to a male dog's meat-slave bitch — and, tangled up in that shame, a strange little thread of liberation. And from all of it, a sexual pleasure so sharp and electric it had blanked her mind white in a single instant.
"Hahh… shit…!"
Turning those feelings over in her mind made her lust surge hard and fast. Feeling the slick of her own juices beginning to soak into her underwear, Yeseo clenched her teeth.
Then a thought struck her.
How am I supposed to have sex with Mochi now?
Yesterday had been a special circumstance — Chaeyeon hadn't been home. That was the only reason she'd been able to jump him. But now? Sneaking around behind Chaeyeon's back to jump Mochi would be nearly impossible.
Using a walk as an excuse to take him out was one option, but the odds of that working were slim. Chaeyeon adored Mochi. There was no guarantee she would hand him over to Yeseo when she herself was right there in the house.
"…No. Get a grip, Baek Yeseo."
More than anything, she told herself she shouldn't even be scheming like this. She had already decided she shouldn't have sex with Mochi again.
Of course she wanted to. So what if society thought it was weird? She wasn't going to advertise it, and it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. As long as it felt good, that was enough.
But.
She was someone who would have to leave this house someday. She couldn't stay with Mochi forever. She couldn't keep mixing bodies with him forever. And somehow, ridiculously, that fact settled over her like a quiet sadness.
Still… he liked doing it with me, right…?
He'd even jumped her twice. Mochi clearly enjoyed having sex with her too. Thinking that, Yeseo brushed aside the guilt she'd been carrying toward him. If they both wanted it, it was mutual — that made it fine.
Anyway, that wasn't the important part. This was no time to give up and resign herself.
"Yeah… even if I have to leave eventually, I'm gonna fuck Mochi as much as I want before I go."
She clenched a pale fist and made the vow. She would have to say goodbye to Mochi someday — but that was no reason to give up on sex already. For as long as she was staying in Chaeyeon's house, she needed to find some clever way to mate with him behind Chaeyeon's back.
Dominated by lust, Yeseo thought and thought for a long while — but no clever plan came to her.
"I'll figure it out tomorrow…."
She'd put the details off until morning. For now, she should just get some sleep. She pulled the blanket over herself and rolled over — and that was when she heard it.
—Hahh! Haaahn!
"Huh?"
Something strange. A sound.
—Kyaheuut!
She hadn't caught it clearly at first, but listening again — it was a voice. A young woman's voice.
"…A ghost?"
Yeseo's vivid imagination spun out a dozen wild possibilities in an instant, but she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head hard. Ghosts didn't exist. There was no reason to be afraid. And yet she couldn't stop her body from trembling.
"Ahh, seriously…."
What should she do? Go check?
The moment the thought formed, realization hit.
"Ah! Chaeyeon…."
Fear had sent her mind straight to the supernatural — but setting herself aside, the only young woman's voice that could possibly be coming from inside this house was obviously Chaeyeon's. And she had actually entertained the idea of a ghost. A little flush of embarrassment crept in.
Of course, part of it was that Chaeyeon was a proper early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl, so Yeseo simply hadn't considered her as a possibility.
Eun Chaeyeon is still awake at this hour…?
That alone was curious. What wind had gotten into her tonight, keeping her up this late?
And why is she so loud?
Even talking to yourself, you didn't usually go that hard. The soundproofing in this place was pretty decent, too. Maybe it was just the TV.
I'm curious. Maybe I should go check.
If Chaeyeon was watching some fun drama, Yeseo wanted to sit with her, laugh, and chatter. Mochi had become a bit of a headache lately, sure — but one way or another, Chaeyeon was still her best friend.
Decision made, Yeseo shoved the blanket aside and slipped out of bed. She padded quietly into the living room and headed toward Chaeyeon's room at the far end of the hall.
—Ahhng! Right there — it's too sensitive…! Nnhh!
The closer she got to the room, the clearer the voice became. Yeseo could tell now that it wasn't coming from a TV — it was Chaeyeon's own voice.
At the same time, something felt wrong.
Huh? What is this?
It didn't sound like an ordinary voice. That high, strained tone was definitely not coming from any normal situation. She was sure of it.
No way… moans?
It sounded like Chaeyeon was crying out in something lewd. A strange tension coiled through Yeseo as she kept moving, step by careful step.
At last she reached Chaeyeon's door.
—Aheung! Hht! Aheuut! Kya-haaahn…!
By this point Yeseo knew for certain — Chaeyeon was letting out filthy, erotic moans. The door was open, so every sound carried perfectly.
What the hell is this crazy bitch doing?
Was she seriously masturbating with the door wide open? Knowing full well that Yeseo was awake in the house? And did people even moan that hard when they masturbated? Even if it felt amazing, that seemed like a bit much.
Anyway.
Yeseo couldn't contain her curiosity. She peered through the gap in the door. It was a little shocking, sure — but how could she not look when her best friend was getting herself off?
What she saw, however, was nothing like what she had expected.
"……Huh???"
For a moment it felt like someone had cracked her over the head.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Ahaaahn! No! No, Mochi… hht! We really shouldn't… kyaheung! If Yeseo catches us, I… nnhh! Ahht!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Vulgar wet sounds filled the room — the sound of Mochi's cock slamming into Chaeyeon's soaked pussy like an animal in heat.
"Woof woof!"
That was right. Chaeyeon and Mochi were having sex.
Mochi had roughly torn open the buttons of Chaeyeon's pajama top and was now sucking hard at her H-cup breasts.
Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp!
"Kya-haahn! Hahh! Nngh! Heuuk! Haaahn!"
His tongue worked back and forth between both nipples, and Chaeyeon cried out in lewd ecstasy, pussy juice dripping freely down her thighs.
"Wooong—"
At last Mochi pulled his mouth from her chest. Chaeyeon's saliva-slicked pink nipples stood stiff and erect, pointing toward the ceiling. Staring at those obscenely sexy tits, Mochi drove his cock back into her pussy in a frenzied rhythm.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Aheung! Hahh! Kyaht! Hngkkeuuung…!!!"
Eun Chaeyeon cried out again. Whether she had climaxed or not, her body shuddered and her face went slack with rapture. Flushed and feverish, she looked every bit the slave of sex.
Beneath the cool blue moonlight, Mochi and Chaeyeon kept fucking.
And.
"Ah…."
Yeseo could only stand there staring blankly at the two of them. The shocking truth had jammed the gears in her head. But before long, she managed to reach a conclusion.
Eun Chaeyeon and Mochi… were already sex partners?
It wasn't strange, really. Thinking it through carefully — Mochi had lusted after her, that much was true. Which meant he could just as easily lust after Chaeyeon, who was every bit as beautiful. And Chaeyeon was his owner. The odds that they had already been having sex for a long time were extremely high.
A puzzle piece clicked into place in Yeseo's mind.
So that's why they were always going out together….
They must have been going somewhere to fuck. Because at home, they had to watch out for her. They'd slip off to some out-of-the-way place and do it there.
The moment she reached that conclusion, the strength drained from her legs.
Thud.
"……."
She sank down onto the floor and stared blankly at Mochi and Chaeyeon having sex. Something tight and heavy pressed against her chest. Sadness flooded in.
Why?
She understood the reason almost immediately. She murmured it in a tiny voice to herself.
"Why are you having sex with Chaeyeon too…."
It was jealousy.
Yeseo had believed she was the only one having sex with Mochi. It had never occurred to her that there might be someone else. So the shock hit hard. On top of that, Mochi looked even more worked up mating with Chaeyeon than he had fucking Yeseo in the public restroom — his piston thrusts were harder, rougher, more relentless.
"Hahaha…."
A hollow laugh slipped out on its own.
Well, of course.
Her breasts were smaller than Chaeyeon's. The color of her areolae, her nipples, her asshole — all closer to brown than pink. Of course he would like Chaeyeon more.
"Hhk…."
For the first time in her life, complex and inferiority seized her, and Yeseo sank into a heavy gloom.
"Knhh…."
Tears threatened to spill at any second — and yet, for some reason, she could feel her pussy growing thick and sticky with juices. A soft squelch as her panties soaked through was clearly visible in the moonlight.
"Hahh… shittt…."
Tears welling in both eyes, Yeseo bit down hard on her lower lip and shoved her hand into her panties. Then she started rubbing her clit — a little too hard.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!
"Kyaheu…! Aheuut…!"
Just like that, she had become a girl-group maknae reduced to voyeur-defeat masturbation. Even as disgust at herself for feeling pleasure in this moment twisted through her, she kept circling her clitoris without stopping.