Mind Break: The Queen's Exclusive Chihuahua-Making Project♡ [Tag: Lezdom]
Three days ago. [Store Owner: Minu's down with a bad cold, so he'll be out for about two weeks. Someone else will be coming in to cover his shifts for now. Make sure you handle the handover properly~]
After the store owner's one-sided text, Kang Minu never reached out once.
"…That bastard… he really hasn't sent a single message?"
Three days had passed in complete silence. At this point, a thought crept into her mind.
Maybe… she was finally free? Had she escaped that pervert's grasp at last?
But why so suddenly?
"No, the reason doesn't matter. This is how it should be!"
Looking back, those days had been completely insane. The emergency stairwell at night. Behind the fridge. And even that blowjob in the workshop. Blackmailed by that human trash, that pathetic loser, forced into all sorts of humiliating acts.
"Dedicated tripod, my ass…"
So, glaring at her phone—
"Hah, serves him right. A cold? That's karma. Just stay bedridden for the rest of your life."
Kim Minji resolved to shed her past and start a new life.
"…Delete it!"
The first thing she did was remove the blue bird icon from her smartphone—the Twitter app.
"It's over. I'm never doing that again."
Before deleting it, Minji played the emergency stairwell video one last time. The footage of her eyes rolling back, legs spread wide, desperately grinding her pussy until she finally squirted all over the stairs. Her face burned.
She couldn't understand it. How could she have done that? Masturbating like some brain-dead idiot in front of that pig she'd barely even known.
The past few days, her head must have been completely messed up.
But not anymore.
[Delete this?]
Minji pressed [Yes].
Kim Minji, 21 years old. Second-year nursing student. She was going back to being a normal, bright college girl! She'd study hard, do Pilates, throw herself into club activities, go out to good restaurants with friends—she was starting a brand-new, wholesome life project!
Minji made the decision again and again. Until that very morning, she had truly believed she could do it.
*
Day three since all contact with Minu had been cut off.
"Haa…"
During a major lecture. The professor's voice sounded like a lullaby. It was boring. So boring she felt like she was going insane. Minji rested her chin on her hand, spinning her pen until it dropped, picking it up again, scribbling meaningless doodles in her notebook.
'But… how could he just cut off contact like that all of a sudden?'
Had he… gotten tired of her?
The sudden thought made Minji jolt and shake her head violently.
'No, Minji, you crazy bitch. What the hell are you thinking? No contact is a good thing!'
Yeah, it was good. No contact meant she wouldn't be forced into any more perverted acts under the excuse of filming.
Still…
'What if… he's actually really sick? They say there's some new flu going around…'
Just a little. A tiny bit of worry crept in. Minu, whose body had become terrifyingly fit lately—if even he was taking two weeks off, maybe he really was seriously ill.
'Should I… call him?'
Minji's hand drifted toward her phone, only to set it down again with an irritated motion.
'No. Why should I? If I call first, he'll think I'm worried about him.'
Up until now, she'd only hung around him because she'd been forced to. If she contacted him first, that bastard might get some weird idea. Her pride wouldn't allow it.
'He's just some pig who spends all day having disgusting fantasies…'
Well, he wasn't a pig anymore, but still…
'I'm not doing it. Let's see who caves first.'
Minji forced her eyes back to the blackboard. But even after a while, her mind was still full of stray thoughts. Her body itched. It wasn't just boredom. A strange, crawling sensation rose from deep under her skin, from her veins.
'This is suffocating…'
The lecture hall air felt too stuffy. Her clothes felt too thick. The fabric of her underwear against her skin felt strangely sensitive.
The cause was obvious. It had already been three days. She'd been consciously holding back from masturbating.
"……"
She didn't want to admit it, but in the end, Kim Minji had no choice but to admit it. Those perverted acts she'd done with Minu had been supplying her with an enormous amount of dopamine. The thrill of exposure. The fear of getting caught. And Minu's sticky, lingering gaze on her from the side. Once those intense stimuli disappeared, ordinary daily life became unbearably dull. Was this what drug addicts felt when they quit?
"……"
Minji turned her gaze out the window. The park, and beyond it, the student union building. The very place where, just days ago, she'd walked around wearing perverted underwear with a rotor inside her. Minji unconsciously squeezed her thighs together. Every time her crossed legs rubbed, a sharp jolt shot through her.
Bzzz— Bzzz—
Even though her pussy was empty, the phantom vibration of the rotor that day came back to life.
"Hnn…"
Minji bit her lip, swallowing a moan. She could feel her panties growing damp.
'I want to…'
She wanted to masturbate. Not just any masturbation. She wanted to do it in a dangerous place where someone might catch her. And… with Kang Minu watching.
She missed that intense thrill that felt like her brain was burning white.
The moment class ended, Minji bolted out of the lecture hall like she was running away.
*
6 PM. Basement of the student union. N-dolphin dance club practice room.
Because of exams, the usually crowded practice room was empty. Minji had come here alone, believing that if she pushed her body to the limit, these stray thoughts would disappear.
"Hoo— Hoo—"
Matching the intense beat, Kim Minji threw herself into dancing for a while. Sweat poured down like rain. She shook her body until her breath came in ragged gasps. Then, at some point—
Her dancing stopped abruptly.
"Haa… haa…"
Minji looked at her reflection in the mirror. Dolphin pants and a thin T-shirt clinging to her sweat-soaked body. The clear outline of her bra, her breasts heaving with each breath. Flushed face, messy hair. She didn't look like she'd been dancing—she looked like a woman who had just finished intense sex.
'…Lewd.'
It was ridiculous to feel that way about her own body, but Minji's eyes couldn't leave the mirror. She'd known for a long time. Her body was endlessly obscene. She was addicted to masturbation. She was a pervert who got excited imagining being seen by others.
"No…"
Even as she denied it, her hands slowly lifted the hem of her T-shirt. Shhhk—
She bit down on the sweat-dampened fabric, pulling her dolphin pants down to her knees. Minji stared straight ahead. Reflected in the mirror was an obscene woman displaying herself in nothing but underwear. The practice room, lined with mirrors on all sides, showed every angle—front, back, side—as if countless people were surrounding and watching her.
"Ugh…"
Minji slowly sank to the floor. An empty practice room where no one would come. She'd even locked the door beforehand, just in case. Even so, it was a wide-open space. A place where she and her friends and juniors usually danced together. For the next few hours, it was a safe public space. The moment she realized that, the dangerous imagination she'd been suppressing for three days exploded.
Click— The sound of reason snapping.
"Huuu…♡"
Already, Kim Minji's hand was rubbing the plump mound over her panties. The moment her fingertips touched it, a sharp current surged through her, as if it had been waiting.
"Hnn♡ Ahhnn♡"
The arousal she'd been holding back amplified faster and more violently than ever before. And then—
"Kang Minuuu—!"
The name slipped out without her realizing. Kim Minji decided to stop lying to herself. She wished he was here. She wanted him to watch this lewd sight, to film it. Minji imagined the way Minu's pants had always been so noticeably tented during their shoots. She knew exactly what was inside them now.
"Kang Minu…♡ Hnn…♡ Look at me♡ Just…♡ Hnn♡ Look at meee—♡♡"
The silent practice room. Rough breathing and wet, squelching sounds filled the empty space. The fingers that had been circling over her panties had slipped underneath, frantically thrusting into her folds.
Suddenly, her eyes caught the lounge next to the practice room. A memory from that day flashed through her mind.
"Haang♡ Hnnng♡ Cock…♡"
That massive weapon that had filled her mouth. The pressure against her throat. The bitter taste of semen pouring down until she couldn't breathe. Just imagining it felt like her brain was melting. It didn't take long for her hand movements to reach their limit. Just as her back arched and she was about to cross the threshold of climax—
Clack—
Click—
The lounge door suddenly opened.
"……!?"
The pleasure that had been pulsing through her was instantly replaced by terror. Forgetting to even fix her clothes, Kim Minji stared at the open lounge door, frozen. Her heart dropped.
From the lounge emerged Lee Jiun, her expression cold and devoid of any laughter.
"J… Jiun-ah?"
Step. Step.
Breaking the suffocating silence, Lee Jiun approached slowly. In one hand, she held a smartphone camera—pointed directly at Kim Minji.
"Senior?"
Looking down at the kneeling Minji, Jiun spoke. Her voice was low and icy.
"What are you doing all alone in the practice room—?♡"
Lee Jiun's lips curled into a twisted smile. Like a carnivore that had just spotted fresh, twitching prey.
*
"What are you doing all alone in the practice room—?♡"
The blood drained from Kim Minji's face. Like a child caught doing something naughty. Minji trembled, frantically yanking her dolphin pants back up from her knees.
"I-it's… not what you think. This isn't… what you think it is…!"
Minji stammered.
"I was just dancing… and my legs hurt a bit, so I was massaging them… Yeah! I was massaging! I got a cramp, so I was rubbing it…!"
An excuse that obviously made no sense. Her fingers were soaked, and a puddle of clear fluid was dripping onto the floor beneath her. But Lee Jiun didn't bother pointing out the obvious lie. Instead, she smiled brightly, her eyes curving like crescent moons.
"Oh~ A massage? I see. Well, it's not like our senior would be some kind of pervert who masturbates in the sacred practice room while calling out a guy's name, right?"
"Y-yeah! Of course not! Masturbating? Why would I… I'd have to be crazy to do that here…"
"But, Senior."
Lee Jiun tapped her smartphone screen and thrust it right in front of Minji's face.
[Kang Minu…♡ Hnn…♡ Look at me♡ Just…♡ Hnn♡ Look at meee—♡♡]
The woman on the screen. Kneeling with her legs spread wide, frantically moving her fingers while bucking her hips. The moans and wet sounds. And because the room was surrounded by mirrors, Kim Minji's pleasure-twisted face and flushed, obscene body were captured perfectly in the video.
Undeniable evidence.
"How are you going to explain this?"
"Ah…"
Minji's mouth fell open. This wasn't like getting caught masturbating by her parents. The most compromising scene possible had been witnessed by the one person who absolutely shouldn't have seen it. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought that it was truly over.
"D-delete it… Please delete it… Stop joking around…"
Minji reached out with tearful eyes, but Jiun easily dodged.
"Does it look like a joke? Ah, the more I get to know you, Senior, the more adorable sides you have, lol."
Lee Jiun slipped the phone into her pocket and stood directly in front of Minji. Then came the heavy, silent stare. An oppressive pressure. When Minji, unable to bear it, tried to say something—
Lee Jiun suddenly lightened the mood with a cheerful voice.
"Oh my, look at our senior's red face. Do you have a fever?"
"H-huh?"
Before she could respond, Jiun grabbed her wrist.
"You said you were massaging, right? Come with me. I'll do it for you."
"Huh? W-what… Let go..!"
Minji tried to resist, but Jiun's grip was much stronger than expected. Even without the physical restraint, Kim Minji would have struggled to fight back. The video in Jiun's pocket. Minji regretted it. Why had she called out Minu's name right at the peak? If that video got out, suicide would be the only answer. In the end, unable to put up any real resistance, Kim Minji was dragged into the shower room attached to the practice room.
Bang—
The moment the changing room door closed, Jiun roughly shoved Minji against the wall. Without hesitation, she yanked Minji's sweat-soaked shirt upward.
"Kyaa!"
The scream was ignored. Then the bra hook snapped open. As her plump breasts were exposed to the air, Jiun leaned in and sniffed.
"Oof, smells like milk. Senior's boobs stink♡"
Humiliated, Kim Minji curled up, covering her chest with her arms. But Lee Jiun wouldn't allow that.
"Stand up. Right now. Before I post this in the group chat."
Minji, realizing her position, reluctantly stood up. Then Jiun grabbed both her dolphin pants and panties at once, yanking them down to her ankles in one motion. Under the dim lighting, her perfect naked body was revealed. Jiun took a step back, appraising Minji's body like merchandise.
"Ha… Your body's really something else, Senior. Tiny, but all the right parts are definitely in the right places…"
Squish—♡
Jiun's finger poked deeply into the soft flesh beside Minji's breast.
"And all the right parts are definitely sticking out."
"T-that's enough…"
"Enough of what? You didn't finish that massage earlier, did you? Be honest. You got cut off right before cumming, so you want to finish it now, right?"
"……"
Minji couldn't deny it. Her body was hypersensitive. Clear fluid was still dripping down her inner thighs.
"Come on, drop the act. I'll help you. Both the massage and the washing."
Thud.
Lee Jiun set her backpack on the sink. Ziiip. The zipper opened. What came out of the backpack was a translucent nylon rope.
"W-what's that… Are you actually crazy?"
"Hmm. Maybe? It's a hard world to live in without going a little crazy."
"What does that even…"
Jiun stretched the rope taut between both hands.
"Senior. I have a proposal."
"Proposal?"
"From now on… I'll give you a very thorough massage… If you can hold out without cumming, I'll delete the video. How about it?"
"D-delete it? Really?"
Minji's eyes wavered.
"Yes. Both the video I just took and the blowjob video from last time. I'll delete everything, including the originals."
Covering her breasts and pussy with her hands, Kim Minji bit her lip and hesitated. That day, when she'd been forced to give that humiliating blowjob, she'd already figured out Lee Jiun's tendencies. So Minji had a vague idea of what kind of "massage" Jiun was talking about now. She didn't want to. She didn't have those kinds of tendencies to begin with. But…
'I just have to endure. No matter what this bitch does, if I just hold out for a bit…'
Soon, Minji lifted her head with a determined expression.
"…Fine. You're really going to delete it, right?"
"Yes. I promise. I don't lie."
"…How long do I have to hold out?"
"Hmm. Yeah, about thirty minutes should be good. If you can last thirty minutes without cumming, you win, Senior. If you cum before that, I win."
"Okay… Just keep your promise."
Lee Jiun smiled brightly. Looking down at the pitiful chihuahua that had willingly walked through the gates of hell.