The Exhibition Monkey Tied Behind the Refrigerator, Masturbating in Earnest ♡♡♡

"Heh—?"

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and gaped like an idiot. The guy in the mirror did the exact same thing. Who the hell are you? Why are you copying me?

"Whoa, look at this guy."

Same thing again. I smile and he smiles right back. Why does this handsome bastard keep mimicking my expressions? Of course it's me. Duh—♡

"Hehe. Hehehe. Hihit."

For thirty straight minutes I couldn't tear myself away from the mirror. They say when you look at a person, you should look at their inner self. Bullshit.

"Fuck off."

Fuck off. What use is inner beauty when the outer shell is this overwhelmingly perfect?

"Hoo~ Bang—! Lucky guy~♡"

I smoothly aimed double finger-guns at the mirror. Bang~!

"…Ahem."

Only then did I get a grip. There’s a reason I woke up and immediately started acting like a total clown. It was all because of the four items I’d blown 2400 DP on right before bed. Two for skin, one for height, and one for facial contouring and plastic surgery. The result?

"Total success~ Buhihit♡"

First, the height I’d been most excited about. The pajama pants I was wearing now rode up well above my ankles. At a glance I looked at least 174–175 cm. If I slipped in some insoles, I could easily pass for the late 170s. And since my weight hadn’t changed, I looked noticeably slimmer too!

Next was the facial surgery. The sagging jawline had completely disappeared, replaced by a sharp, defined contour. I turned my head to check my profile from every angle. My nose bridge was higher, my eyes sharper. It didn’t look artificially done. More like someone who’d always had good bones had finally lost the baby fat and taken skincare seriously.

"Hehe."

But the most shocking change was my skin. Yesterday my face had been a volcanic crater—pustular acne like basalt rock, pores stretched wide, dull complexion, and a jawline buried under fat so you couldn’t even see ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠where my face ended. Now the person in the mirror was literally someone else.

"Guess investing in two dermatology packages was worth it."

It wasn’t quite the flawless porcelain glass-skin you see in ads, but it was smooth and spotless. I finally understood why women poured so much money into skincare clinics.

"Hmmm~♡"

To be brutally honest, I hadn’t turned into some celebrity-level heartthrob. But at this level, no one would ever look at me with disgust. Hell, if I styled myself properly I could easily pass as an attractive, likable guy. Yeah. Definitely. Absolutely.

"Confidence. Fully charged."

The handsome man in the mirror grinned. A perfect, even-toothed smile. The vibe was completely different from before.

"But settling for this would be aiming way too low."

I dashed into the living room and sat down at the computer. I had no intention of relying solely on the app. My contract with Kim Minji was for one month total. We’d film five times a week, so roughly twenty sessions. How much DP I could earn in those twenty shoots was still unknown. So I decided to use this opportunity to undergo a proper transformation.

I signed up for a three-month membership at the nearest gym. Chicken breast? I bought two months’ worth in one go lol. Cosmetics? I went all-in from base to color makeup lol. Yeah, I’m gay. I’m doing full makeup, wah~

I also bought the top ten most popular outfits from a fashion site, three trending perfumes, a hair dryer and comb, a full-length mirror, and new shoes. All of it.

The girls who used to ignore me?

"They’re all fucking dead now."

*

"Y… you’re really going to do it… here?"

Three in the morning. Kim Minji’s voice trembled like the chill lingering in a cold storage room. We were behind the walk-in cooler at the back of the convenience store—the narrow refrigerated stockroom where employees restock drinks from behind the shelves. Normally the cooling fans would be roaring, but right now it was dead silent.

Sorry to the store manager… but I’d already cut the power before Minji arrived. She wasn’t a penguin; if it got too cold it would ruin the scene.

"Yeah, this spot’s actually perfect."

I jerked my chin toward the display shelves. They were packed tight with cola, cider, and sports drinks. Through the gaps, the brightly lit interior of the store spread ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out like a panorama.

Why was it perfect? Because I used it sometimes♡

Minji stared at me with an incredulous expression.

"You crazy bastard… people can see everything from outside!"

"Do they? When you buy drinks at a convenience store, do you ever stare straight into the stockroom behind the fridge?"

"…Well, when you put it that way… I guess I don’t really look back there…"

"Exactly. It’s bright outside and dark in here. Unless a customer presses their face right up against the glass, they’ll never see anything."

"B-but if someone does see us, we can’t even run…!"

Minji clutched her coat tightly and took a step back. But there was nowhere to run. The stockroom was narrow and sealed on all sides, and I was standing squarely in front of the only door. She was a rat cornered in a trap.

"No one’s going to see."

"Still…"

"That video you made yesterday was insane. Your urethra looked like a high-pressure hose—must’ve shot almost five meters…"

"Aaaah—! Fuck—! Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!"

Kim Minji finally surrendered. She should’ve done that from the start. Yesterday’s video had a completely different impact from her secret NSFW Twitter account. The footage of her leaning out from the emergency stairwell, eyes rolled back, desperately masturbating. And no one had even forced her. She’d done the friction masturbation all on her own. If her acquaintances saw that?

She could never live as an ordinary college girl again. It might honestly be better to just kill herself quickly, get reborn as a goddess’s chosen, and start a new life as a public whore in some other world’s brothel.

Seeing the system message, it looked like Minji had genuinely decided to go through with it.

"Take off the coat. Today you’re losing the shirt and skirt too."

"……"

With a flushed face, Minji slowly began to strip. The first time is always the hardest; the second is easier. The thick trench coat fell to the floor, followed by her shirt and skirt. Her pure white naked body was revealed. All she had left were her bra and panties.

A black lace bra on top. Below, the same daring T-back she’d worn on the emergency stairs yesterday. Her voluptuous breasts bulged deliciously above the tight underwear, threatening to spill out. Whether from the lingering cold or from shame, goosebumps the size of grains of rice covered her entire body.

"It’s cold…"

The way she huddled her hands together like a squirrel stirred my sadistic urges. Honestly, my patience was already reaching its limit, but I held back. It wasn’t time yet.

Now that she was undressed, I pulled the prepared prop from my pocket. It was a pair of novelty handcuffs. They looked convincingly like real silver metal. In reality, they were tight enough that a woman wouldn’t be able to escape with her own strength. That was exactly what I planned to use today.

"Hold out your hands."

"W-what the hell? You crazy bastard! Why are you suddenly pulling out handcuffs?"

"Did you forget the contract? During filming, you must obey my commands absolutely."

"You perverted son of a bitch…"

Oh, that’s fine~ Curse me all you want~

Every little bit of DP counts~

"It’s nothing much. Just wear these and sit quietly here for thirty minutes."

I pressed down firmly on Minji’s hesitant shoulders, forcing her to sit on the floor. Click. I snapped the cuff around her left wrist, then hooked the other end to the metal pole of the drink rack. Click-click. Next I spread her ankles wide and locked them to the lowest shelf bar. Clank. Clank-clank. Clank-clank-clank—!!

"W… what the…! Why are you tying my legs too?! I can’t get this off! Fuck… what the hell is this position?! You perverted bastard!"

She had every right to be angry. It was an incredibly humiliating pose. With her ankles locked so far apart, Minji couldn’t stand up or even close her legs. On top of that, one arm was chained above her head. In short, she was forced into an M-shaped spread, facing directly out of the refrigerator.

"Hey! Take this off! I’m seriously going to report you!"

"Sure, go ahead. While you’re at it, show the police uncle yesterday’s video too."

"Ugh… that’s…"

Minji bit her lip in frustration but couldn’t resist any further. I set my smartphone up in the corner of the stockroom, carefully adjusting the camera angle.

"Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes. You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there for thirty minutes."

Bang. I slammed the stockroom door shut.

***

Bang. The iron door closed without mercy. Suffocating silence wrapped around the narrow, lightless refrigerated room.

"Ugh, that crazy bastard… where the hell did he even get handcuffs?"

Minji peeked through the gaps between the drink bottles. The distance between the store interior and the stockroom was barely sixty centimeters. Yet the brightly lit outside and the damp darkness inside felt like completely different dimensions.

Clank. Clink. She yanked hard at the cuffs on her wrist and ankles. They only tightened further. The solid restraint burned the reality of her situation into her bones.

A half-naked bitch in nothing but underwear. Behind a convenience store refrigerator, legs spread obscenely wide toward the outside, unable to change position, forced to maintain a constant M-shaped spread. A truly shameful pose.

"……"

……

……♡♡♡?

Just how broken had her brain become? Along with the shame came a creeping arousal. Her heart began to pound violently. Soon a heavy heat rose slowly from deep inside her womb.

"Haa… haa…"

Before she even realized it, her free right hand was already stealthily rubbing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the swollen mound above her panties.

"That bastard—aaah♡ He left one hand free on purpose…♡ so I’d do this…! You perverted fuck—aaaah!♡"

Her pale fingers rubbed the little bean on top of her panties♡ The swelling nub was mercilessly crushed and rolled beneath her fingers ww♡ Her heat made even the thin fabric completely soaked♡ She slipped her fingers between the slick folds♡

Squelch♡♡ Squelch squelch♡♡ Squelch squelch squelch—♡

"Hngh…♡ Mmm…♡♡"

It hadn’t been long since she started touching herself, yet her panties were already flooded. Every time her fingers stirred the sticky nectar, an electric jolt of pleasure shot up her spine and slammed into her brain. She no longer felt the cold air left in the stockroom. Her burning pussy radiated scorching heat throughout her body. Her starving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cunt clenched tightly around the pale, slender fingers and refused to let go♡♡ It was like her pussy had a mind of its own♡♡

"Nngh—!♡ Mmm—♡♡!!"

Because her left hand was cuffed, she couldn’t freely knead her breasts like usual. But that very discomfort soon transformed into a brain-melting stimulant.

Squelch♡ Squelch♡ Chup—♡ Chup chup chup♡♡ Squelch squelch squelch♡♡♡♡♡

"Nngh. Nnngh—♡ Nnnngh—!♡"

The wet, vulgar sounds filled the tiny stockroom.

‘Someone please watch me—eeeh—♡ Tied up with my legs spread in a dark stockroom♡ like a bitch in heat♡ fingering my filthy cunt like a monkey♡ this dirty rag of a pussy—♡♡’

The swamp of obscene pleasure created by her own imagination♡ The sacrilege of masturbating in a sacred workplace♡

"Hng♡ Ahh♡♡ Haa…! Haa♡ Manager, I’m so sorryyy♡♡ You even gave me extra pay instead of that bastard’s salary—♡ I was a trusted daytime part-timer but I’m actually this filthy cum-rag♡ But I can’t stooop—!♡♡"

In the end, Kim Minji even removed her own bra. Plop. The black bra fell limply to the floor. Jiggle—♡ The two massive, heavy breasts that had been restrained burst free. Without anyone telling her to, she grabbed her own luscious tits and kept masturbating♡ Her fingers sank so deep into the soft flesh that the white meat bulged between them♡ Truly violent in size, those mommy milkers♡♡

"Haaauuuu…!♡♡"

The two plump mounds bouncing beneath her own gaze♡ A bitch in heat who got even wetter watching her own tits jiggle♡ Her hips moving more and more violently, fucking the air♡ Every time she bucked, her heavy breasts slammed against her ribs—smack—smack—!♡♡ Then they collided with each other—slap, slap♡ Lewd udders♡♡

Just as Minji was racing full speed toward climax—

Ding-a-ling—!

The cheerful sound of the convenience store door opening suddenly echoed from inside the store.

"……♡!?"

Minji shifted her gaze past the refrigerator. A female customer had entered. And the moment she came in, she walked straight toward the drink cooler.

‘W… wait, no—?’

Her mind stretched like melted cheese. While she stared blankly, the woman stopped right in front of the refrigerator. Then, without any warning—

Whoosh.

She yanked open the refrigerator door right in front of Minji♡

‘N-no—???♡ Oh… this can’t be happening—???♡♡ If she sees me like this—!♡♡ My life is really over—!!!♡♡♡’

Minji slowly lifted her head from the floor. And she saw it. Through the gaps between the lined-up drink bottles, the female customer’s dazed eyes were staring straight down at her.

"Hii… hiiiiiiik…!?♡♡"

She was staring directly at the face of a bitch in heat.