Turbid
“As a reward… I’ll take it.”
(This… is fine.)
It wasn’t merely a choice to avoid suspicion. It was surrender—fulfilling Seoyeon’s desires while letting me seep deeper into that girl’s daily life. If my degradation satisfied Seoyeon, then I could revel in this abyss as well.
“You don’t even know what the punishment is, yet you’re asking for a reward?”
Her voice was sweet. If I could hear that tone, I felt I could endure anything.
The words slipped out before I could think.
“A bitch can’t avoid her owner’s punishment. Whether it’s a reward or a punishment, it’s my role to accept whatever my owner gives.”
A strange feeling. I couldn’t tell if what I was doing was an act or genuine. When words like these came out so naturally, laced with coquettishness, it could only be sincerity. My body moved on its own, to the point that denying it felt embarrassing.
“Then… go on. Do it.”
Seoyeon leaned against the wall and spread her legs to a natural width. I approached slowly.
“Could I… lift your hand for a moment?”
“Sure.”
(Come to think of it, this is the first time.)
She had only ever touched me. This was the first time I was touching her.
My heart pounded again, disrupting my composure.
Gulp……
(…But how do I serve her?)
I knew to use my mouth and tongue, but that was all. Asking her to teach me how to serve now would feel awkward.
(I’ll just try.)
Carefully, I raised my hand and lightly touched Seoyeon’s pussy. Between the folds, a drop of clear, syrupy fluid leaked from the hole below. The moment I saw it, my body reflexively contracted, as if doing Kegel exercises.
Thrum──.
The forced tension and cold made my body even more sensitive, and I felt an inexplicable, tingling pleasure.
(Seoyeon is enjoying this too… Thank goodness…)
I didn’t know the proper method, but at least I understood what needed to be done right now. I brought my face closer.
Lick……
Worried it might fall to the floor, I extended my tongue and lapped up the fluid.
Twitch.
The instant my tongue touched her, Seoyeon’s waist trembled ever so slightly.
The foreign substance in my mouth felt good from the start.
Smack……
I held it in my mouth and savored it slowly. A faintly sour scent, a musky body odor, and a subtle acidity. Knowing the vagina was mildly acidic lessened any revulsion.
(She must be healthy, at least.)
I wasn’t a doctor, but a strange certainty washed over me, and I smiled happily.
“It’s delicious, Owner.”
“……”
At my words, Seoyeon’s eyes wavered slightly. Surprise, disbelief, a look as if she were staring at a pervert.
“Why?”
What that woman Soyoung did, considering the intensity of Seoyeon’s play—blurting out that it tasted good the very first time tasting someone else’s fluids wasn’t exactly normal. Seoyeon seemed to find the irony of her own expression amusing and quickly returned to her usual demeanor.
“Never mind. Keep going.”
“Yes, Owner.”
But the service that followed must have been clumsy, because feedback came quickly.
“Don’t try to make your tongue pointed. Spread it wide like a flat surface and go slowly. Avoid the clit for now.”
Lick… lick……
“That’s it. Good girl.”
Lick……
“……”
I followed Seoyeon’s instructions, but I experimented with subtle changes—varying the angle of contact, the starting point, the pressure. As I repeated the pattern that made the fluids flow faster, Seoyeon began to alternately spread and close her legs. Her hands gripped my hair while mine held her hips, using each other as strange supports. More than supports, they were gestures meant to heighten pleasure. Being held by the hair only intensified the sense of submission, and the feel of her hips in my hands brought both stability and arousal. There were no moans, but I could hear her breathing.
…Haa… haa……
A faint sound, audible only if I concentrated. Just breathing, yet it carried heat. Impulsively, I pursed my lips and kissed the area where her clit was.
Twitch──!
“Wait… a second……”
Her hand on my head tightened, but just as I was about to suck slowly—
Grab──!
A trembling, powerful force gathered in my hair and forcibly pulled my face away.
“That’s enough for the reward.”
Just a little. Just a little, her voice trembled at the end.
I couldn’t not understand what that meant. Even though I had only licked for a short while, the amount of fluid I had swallowed in that time was considerable.
The bathroom air was cold and damp, yet both my face and Seoyeon’s pussy were filled with hot moisture. I found it oddly satisfying, but Seoyeon apparently did not—her expression turned grim again.
“You didn’t follow instructions and did whatever you wanted… so that’s an extra punishment. Get down.”
Then she placed her own panties over my prone face, pressing the part that had touched her pussy against my nose and securing it with the strings.
“That owner scent you like so much. Smell it while you walk one lap around here.”
“Yes, Owner.”
Right after answering, my thoughts began to spin. Serving her pussy, made to smell and taste it—now made to wear her panties on my face and inhale the lingering scent of her pussy.
Scent, scent, scent.
A fact that suddenly occurred to me.
Come to think of it, Seoyeon was deeply connected to scents. The smell of tea, perfume, another woman’s scent—and now, scent again. Even her punishment involved steeping me in her owner’s scent, reminding me to know my place as a female rather than a woman.
“I like how quick you are to answer. Do you understand why I’m making you do this?”
“I’m sorry for being a stupid bitch. Could you please teach me, Owner?”
“Because if you mark your territory as a bitch, you might shed some of that womanly scent.”
(…Huh?)
Old memories suddenly surged. Memories from when I was being stalked. There was no connection to the current situation, yet they tried to intrude on my thoughts—as if there was a reason I had to recall them.
(…What is it?)
While circling the bathroom as Seoyeon instructed, I couldn’t shake the doubt.
“…Yerin?”
“Yes, Owner?”
The moment I answered—
Crack!
“Agh!”
A brutal pressure slammed down on the crown of my head, followed by a hard impact that rang through my jaw and face.
“Not concentrating?”
Only then did I belatedly realize the impact was the aftermath of my head being stepped on and crushed to the floor. More force came, grinding my head against the ground. The moisture and dirt on her shoe, the sharp pressure of the sole, the rough floor. Filthy, cold, sticky pain squeezed my head from above and below as if to burst it.
“A… a, aa… agh… aaaagh…!”
“When following orders, concentrate. Do I have to teach you that too?”
I didn’t even think to ask why. Growing accustomed to being harmed, I stopped questioning the harm. The mindset of a loser, a slave. A single logic—“not concentrating”—organized all cause and effect and rationalized the situation.
Knock──.
A knocking sound. We both froze. The difference was that I stiffened with fear while Seoyeon calmly stopped. Seoyeon—my owner—lifted her foot and gave me an indifferent order.
“What are you doing? Go answer it.”
“Ugh… Yes, Owner.”
When I tried to stand, Seoyeon quietly stopped me.
“Stop. Who said you could walk on two legs? Crawl over and answer. If you’re late again, be prepared.”
“……”
(She really is determined to drag me to the very bottom.)
“…Yes, Owner……”
Whether she was trying to check if Seoyeon could see or not, a tear fell as I crawled.
Knock──.
Knock──.
Right after another knock, I hurried to crawl. My knees scraped a little, but I managed to time it just right. When I raised my hand and knocked lightly, footsteps receded after a moment. As I sighed in relief, Seoyeon sneered at my state.
“That person probably heard the knock coming from way down low and got confused before leaving.”
“Yes, Owner… And I… I need to pee……”
Tension, cold, pleasure, pain—all in succession—my bladder was gradually losing control. On top of the water from brunch, the cocktail, and the coffee I’d drunk earlier, I was reaching my limit. The reason I hadn’t said anything until now was……
“Perfect.”
(As expected…)
The moment I heard that tone, I understood what would come next.
“Do it here.”
Even though I understood, my body seemed to reject an act it had never done before—my mouth started moving on its own again.
“Owner… that’s… please……”
Despite my plea, Seoyeon walked over to the sink and turned the faucet slightly.
Trickle……
The faint sound of running water resembled the sound of urination, and I felt as if I had to pee too.
“Please… what?”
Seoyeon approached me again and reached out, massaging my bladder as if pressing on it.
“O-Owner! I’m sorry! I’ll pee! Please stop……!”
If I peed like this, my panties and skirt would all get soaked. Only after begging Seoyeon did I barely manage to hold it in.
“Take off your panties. Then put them in your mouth along with mine and pee.”
“Yes… Owner……”
The humiliation, sinking deeper and deeper, left my mind dazed, unable to find its place. Yet, even so—
“What are you doing?”
“A… ugh… it… won’t come out……”
I needed to go—desperately, painfully—but the urine wouldn’t come out.
“…Well, it’s a common play that beginners can’t do well when they’re nervous.”
Step, step……
Her words sounded understanding, but her footsteps were not.
“Uh… uhh… Owner……?”
What Seoyeon reached for was the bathroom door handle.
“Ten.”
“A, aa!”
Without explanation, I understood. The tension became unbearable—my whole body itched to the point of madness.
“Nine.”
I didn’t even think to stop Seoyeon. Instead, I urged my own bladder, pushing.
“Eight… seven.”
(Please… please come out!)
It wouldn’t. Still wouldn’t.
“Six… five……”
Click──.
A metallic sound. Heart sinking, I looked over to see Seoyeon turning the locked handle, making only the sound. But when her hand moved toward the actual lock, my urgency grew.
“Four… three.”
“O-Owner…! It won’t come out! Please……!”
My heart raced wildly. If someone came to the bathroom right now…… Then really, the only thing left for me would be Seoyeon.
“Two……”
No, no. Please……! No, right…? She’s just threatening with words, isn’t she…?
“Looks like you can’t. I’ll just open the door then. Get ready to greet people as a bitch in front of strangers. It’ll be even more fun if I introduce you as my tutor.”
A calm voice. She really might open it.
Click──.
The moment I realized the fear, I heard the sound of the lock releasing and squeezed my eyes shut.
(Ah.)
At the terror that everything was over, my body’s nerves collapsed.
Trickle, trickle──.
All I could do was open my eyes again, pray no one came, and stare helplessly at the door.
The sound of the sink was gone—only the hot stream soaking the floor roared like thunder. My private, secret physiological control had been taken away. The sense of complete loss paradoxically brought a strange feeling of liberation, which only made me feel more insignificant.
(If this keeps up, I really will…… without Seoyeon……)
After all the urine came out, I collapsed to the floor, panties still clenched in my mouth, and cried.
“Aaaah… hic… ugh! Hic……!”
“…I didn’t open it.”
A voice that pierced my eardrums clearly, words spoken like a savior.
“It was just a fake threat with sound. You handled it well. Effective, huh?”
She approached with confident steps, certain no one would enter. Then she embraced me. Warmth and voice returned once more.
“Good job, Yerin.”
“Ah… I. I might have gotten pee on you. It’s dirty.”
“What… it’s fine.”
The warmth was enough to make the abuse I’d just endured feel bearable.
“Thank… you. Owner……”
It was an absurd cycle of carrot and stick, yet I was already falling for it. I… I could no longer understand the person I was becoming.