Gaping Return – Virgin Joy and Cheek-Ripped Vengeance
I wiped away my tears and pulled my dick out with a wet squelch—the 20 million return fee secured. I'd cum so much that my cock and the surrounding area were slick and gleaming white with jizz. The bully bitch's pussy hole was stretched wide open, gaping round and twitching slightly without closing. Seeing my load pooled inside those red folds filled me with pride for having noticed something was off, but the sadness that my girlfriend wasn't just used goods but a total slut made pre-cum dribble from both ends again.
Man, it really wasn't closing. I'd never compared, but that had to mean I was packing something serious, right? Women love big ones, so I felt a surge of confidence out of nowhere.
"Sorry, but if you're handling the return yourself, just take her and go. That's the policy."
The rider dude set down the black bag and said that to me. But I shot it down right away.
"Nah, you have to do the return. You're the rider."
"We're not going together for the return, are we? No extra pay for returns, so no reason to bother."
"Returns are your job. I'm just tagging along."
"Looks like you've got beef with the seller anyway, so handle it yourself. I'm busy. And I'm not 'dude'—"
The rider dude kicked a brown bag over to me with his foot.
"Here's the meat price. Count it carefully, and if it's right, let's wrap this up quick. I'm telling you, I'm busy!"
"Dude. Why raise your voice like that?"
I cracked my knuckles and gave him a warning stare.
"Be nice once, stay nice. Change your attitude, mine changes too. Got it?"
"Attitude my ass, this is straight-up bullshit..."
Crack! I reached up, grabbed the temple area of his helmet, and ripped it off. Guess the rider dude wasn't broke after all. It came off way too easy—cheap-ass helmet.
"What the—?!"
"Pretty eyes like that? Definitely not a dude."
It was just for intimidation, so I yanked the outer edge safely—no cuts. But those slightly exposed eyes were damn delicate. Her voice had sounded a bit shrill just now too, before the static kicked in and it switched back to that deep male tone.
"Let's go. The return."
When I begged nicely with a smile—pulling my lips as wide as possible—the rider dude sighed and pulled out her phone.
"Fine, we'll go... but I gotta earn gas money too. Hold on."
She made a call, jiggling her leg impatiently, then snapped the second it connected.
"Order 14B 18-11—this came back as false advertising and defective goods! You said only clean eats provided! What? 'Strict selection' means patching deals with bottom-tier trash like this...?!"
The call was dragging on, so I opened the brown bag and counted the cash. Holy shit, a ton of it. All bills—did I have to lug this around from now on? Nah, just wire it to my account, easy. What era are we in, using old-school cash drops like some movie mobster? Even gangsters in films don't carry stacks anymore.
I counted it meticulously with the skills Dad taught me. Spot on.
"I get it's a black deal, no traces, no fee on minors—but I rode my ass all over for this, gas money's gotta come out! What? Seller's getting blacked out? All at once? Ah—before that, false listing three times already?"
Rider bro seemed done with her business.
"How much? That's it? 'Eel dick'? Tch... fine, not bad for side-gig scraps. Yeah, got it. Hanging up. Go on in. Yeah. Uh-huh~."
She pocketed the phone and pulled something from the small merchant pouch on her waist. Black non-woven fabric—fiddled with it a few times, and it unfolded into a bag as huge as the one holding Dad.
"Stuff the return item in here. Reason for return?"
I awkwardly hoisted the bully bitch into the open bag, grunting. Not heavy, but lumpy and smooth human body—hard to grab right.
"Said under five uses, but over twenty tallied. Confirmed good head but no deep suck, and turns out total slut."
"That's blatant lying—return approved."
I fumbled around, and rider bro unzipped the black bag wide for me. Such a kind bro. But then she spotted the still-gaping bully bitch hole and pointed in shock.
"You stuck it here?!"
"Yeah, pussy hole."
"That's not a pussy!"
"Huh?"
Not a pussy? How could dick fit if not pussy? A spark of hope ignited deep in my chest.
"That's the asshole!"
And hope became reality.
"Asshole? So not pussy?"
"Never seen a girl's pussy? No porn?"
"Dad wouldn't let me—only bed scenes in movies."
"Guy who smashes helmets is pure as fuck about this? Damn, look at that gape. No wonder she passed out."
"Sis."
"What."
"This really asshole? Not pussy?"
"Sigh... don't mix 'em up. Girl pussy looks even grosser."
My whole body trembled. Couldn't hold back—I screamed at the ceiling.
"KYAAHOOO!!"
"Wh-what?!"
Thank fuck—I hadn't put it in her pussy. Since not pussy, I was still a virgin! Not robbed by a slut! Overjoyed, I bellowed my identity.
"I'm a virgin! I'm a virgin!"
Shared the bliss with rider sis too.
"Sis! I'm a virgin!"
"Shut up! With all that cum, what virgin?!"
"No pussy, so virgin!"
"Th-that true? Anyway, no bullshit—heading to return now, seller's a prick. Won't go smooth. Got any bright ideas? None, I'll handle."
I was a virgin. Fresh virgin, ideas bubbling up. So I asked rider sis.
"Sis, you watch a lot of movies?"
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Among Itaewon's countless clubs, this secret room writhed with sleek young men and women tangled in ecstasy. Barely early evening, but in the pitch-black room lit only by the mirror ball, the youths were anything but normal.
"Gonna cum? Gonna cum? Gonna cum?"
"Urp—blegh...!"
A pretty-boy dude got rimmed and sucked off simultaneously by two girls, prepping to blow. Drooling, twitching grin and rolled-back eyes proved the hardcore chem reaction frying his brain.
"Cumming! Passage open! Baby batter launch!!!!!"
"Euuuughk!"
Even middle-aged daddies wouldn't touch those lines—he bucked with a kiai yell. Drug-fried brakes failed; his body kept spewing jizz nonstop. Rim girl and suck girl both had cocks pounding their pussies from behind—a filthy orgy straight out of hell.
Sole sane one: a guy at the head table, solo-sipping pricey whiskey.
"Fucking bitch, why no contact!"
Go Jin-hyuk—scruffy but muscled, well-built—seethed at zero word from girlfriend Ahn Hye-yeon. By now, she should've teased the buyer, bailed the deal, called him for blackmail cash—time for drinks. But nada.
"Hey, suck moderately, you bitch cunts!"
Drug zombies tumbling near from daisy-chain, he punched a girl's side and shooed 'em. No info = anxiety and rage. Zero worry for Hye-yeon. She'd fucked up again—final warning: no allowance, stay put or disowned. Had to sell her off max.
Cash dried up, they teamed on lame secondhand dates app scams snagging dumb guys for extortion pocket change—then discovered Black Joongo. Underworld bosses' all-in-one black market. Confirmed people-trading, so jackpot! Posted fake listings, scammed thrice already. Netted near 100 mil. Blown on drugs—not theirs, stock for "business." Ambitious second son of rising yakuza fam, clawing his own outfit. One more big score for payroll, but Hye-yeon might fuck it.
Knock knock. Loud even in the thumping room.
"Come in."
"Boss~. Jordan reporting."
"Know, fuck. Spill."
Club promoter Jordan cut to chase, sensing bad mood.
"Black Joongo delivery guy says your item's returned—here to hand it off?"
"Black Joongo? Bring 'em in now."
Unexpected, but beats dumb-waiting. Jordan bowed quick, opened door for rider.
Rider's eyes—visible through cracked helmet corner—furrowed at the orgy sight.
"You the delivery? Returned what the fuck? Where's my money?"
Lotta short-tempered shits today. Rider swallowed Buddha-level zen, held out black bag.
"Buyer said no cash."
"So? No cash then what? Fuck, no cash, just say yes'm and hand over bitch and bounce?"
"Obviously not. Gotta earn my gas."
Ziiiip—huge bag on table unzips, revealing pale young guy's face and body.
"Just killed him. Sell for good meat price."
"Huh?"
This fucker thinks quick? Yakuza fam anyway—Jin-hyuk and slut gf both corpse-and-blood vets. Impressed by rider's handiwork, Jin-hyuk grinned sleazy.
"Hey, side hoe. How much you want?"
Answer came from elsewhere.
"Me? 20 million."
"Wha—?!"
The corpse's eyes snapped open. While Jin-hyuk flailed, I circled behind. Before he could yap, I hooked fingers in his mouth and ripped with instant force.
Crunch-crack!
Go Jin-hyuk screamed at pain beyond imagining.
Smack! Backhanded him quiet.
"Aaaargh you motherfucker!"
Smack! Backhanded quiet.
"You know whose son I—!"
Smack! Backhanded quiet.
"My dad finds out, your bones—!"
Smack! Backhanded quiet.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Backhanded quiet.
"Wh-what the fuck are you...!"
Finally silent, I grinned nasty.
"Hey, I returned it. Cough up 20 million."