The Exhibitionist's Desire for Corruption (1)

Song Eunchae returned to her room on trembling legs, quietly undressed, and slipped in beside her sleeping boyfriend. It felt good. Everything did... As she pleasantly savored the lingering heat in her body, the words Taejin had spoken while she lay with her head on his arm earlier came back to her. He had said that if she could just be shameless, she could become a woman who possessed everything.

She glanced at her boyfriend beside her. He was a good man. But she had realized there was something he could never give her. If she had never known, it would be one thing, but now that she had experienced it, her body was already completely addicted to the pleasure Taejin provided, making it impossible to go back.

'Yes, let's be shameless. There’s no turning back now.'

Today’s events had made it even more certain. She could never escape him... When Taejin first called her to the room next door at the Japanese restaurant, she hadn't even imagined they would do such things; she had just gone to see him feeling a bit uncomfortable. But to think she would pull down her panties and get fucked by his cock right there? It was something she couldn't tolerate—doing such things with another man while her boyfriend was in the room right next door—but before she knew it, led by his hand, her skirt was lifted, her panties were off, and his cock was inside her pussy.

He was that kind of man from the start. A man who did outrageous things as if they were natural, yet whom she couldn't resist. So, she had just let herself be stripped and fucked as he led her. And once she was penetrated, her reason flew out the window. It felt like she was becoming someone who wasn't herself. She was merely swayed by the pleasure he gave, and the word "resistance" vanished from her mind.

Just as she was lost in the pleasure he provided and on the verge of reaching a climax, the man suddenly snatched that pleasure away. She felt anxious. She felt spiteful. Why wouldn't he give it to her until the end? But he just took the candy he had been letting her suck on, waved it in front of her face, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠told her to hold on for now because he would give her something bigger and tastier later. With a hateful smile...

It was the same at the cocktail bar. She was dragged into the men's restroom—a place she had never even accidentally entered—and fucked by his cock while perched on the toilet. To be not just a fuck-doll, but a flesh-toilet... As she was used like a semen-receptacle by a man who wasn't even her lover while sitting on a toilet, she momentarily thought that she really was a flesh-toilet. The thought of herself, who was always accustomed to a life of being respected, becoming a flesh-toilet and falling into depravity sent a chill down her spine. When she heard her boyfriend's voice as he entered the restroom midway through, her whole body broke out in goosebumps, but after it passed, the thrill of that danger was indescribably electrifying.

As she raced toward a climax amidst that dizzying pleasure, he stopped again at the threshold. She felt like she was going crazy. She wanted to beg him to please not stop, even if it meant she was just a flesh-toilet. But knowing that he wouldn't return the candy he had snatched away anyway, she had no choice but to bite her lip and endure it.

After entering the hotel with her boyfriend, Song Eunchae went into the bathroom first. While showering, she felt like she was going crazy wanting to do something about her aroused body. So, she washed faster than usual, and when her boyfriend came out of the shower, she even performed fellatio—something she rarely did—before lying in bed and accepting her boyfriend. She had hoped to find even a little satisfaction, but her boyfriend, even more excited after receiving fellatio, finished faster than usual and passed out alone from the alcohol.

"Haaa..." A long sigh escaped her. It really had to be that man. After confirming her boyfriend was snoring, she immediately contacted Taejin and went to his room. As the door opened and she saw his face, she couldn't hold back anymore; she lunged at him and sucked his cock. Looking back, she felt ashamed at how much of a sex-starved woman she must have looked like, but at that moment, she couldn't think of anything else. She only had the thought of wanting to be fucked by his cock as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, his cock grew powerfully in an instant, and he threw her onto the bed roughly and pushed in all the way to the end of her pussy, driving it into her womb. It was good. It was so good she felt like she would die. As his cock, which she had craved so much, pounded into her roughly, she reached a massive climax before long. It was the greatest climax she had ever felt. She wanted to rest while reeling from that massive climax, but that was just her own wish; it was merely the beginning. Because of him, who kept pushing without giving her a moment to rest, she couldn't even remember how many times she had reached a climax. Only after he ejaculated for the second time in a row did that maddening climax end, and her mind flew away. It was a pleasure like pain, and a pleasure for which she would have been happy to die. Now that she knew such things, how could she ever escape him? She had no choice but to live shamelessly as his fuck-doll...

April had arrived, the weather was getting warmer, and people's attire was becoming brighter and lighter. Since my lecture ended early, I was sitting on a bench watching people. To be precise, I was watching the Desires floating above their heads. It was a habit and hobby I had developed after gaining this ability. Since the people I saw were mostly college students, the types of desires they held were limited, fitting for their age: employment, grades, lovers, games, alcohol, part-time jobs, assignments, clubs, the military, etc.

Sometimes, very unique desires appeared:

A young female student wishing for her mother's recovery, or a male student dreaming ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of being a shut-in:

Or a poor college student's reincarnation fantasy:

Or an exhibitionist wetting her pussy while imagining her own ruin:

...or... or... or...

Suddenly, my desire-watching buffered. It was a very unique, perverted desire, the first I'd seen since my bitch Minyoung, and it was perfectly to my taste. She was wearing a luxurious trench-dress with three-quarter sleeves that reached mid-thigh; she was stylish and slender enough that passing men would glance at her at least once, and she had a rather haughty vibe. She looked like a child from a well-off family, and it seemed she had awakened to a strange orientation, perhaps because she needed new stimulation since she lacked for nothing. Anyway, since she caught my eye, what could I do but help her satisfy her desires? I had plenty of time, so I followed her from a distance to get a read on her.

The place she arrived at was a building housing the art department. She seemed to be majoring in fine arts or design. There was no need to follow her inside the building, so I spent time indulging in my own hobbies nearby. She came back out about two hours later, accompanied by two friends. The tailing and waiting began again.

'Following her like this, I feel like a stalker.'

The exhibitionist and her two friends went to a pasta restaurant. If it had been a soup or snack shop, I would have gone in and watched while eating alone, but eating alone at a pasta place was a bit high-difficulty. So, I waited for them to come out while having a lunchbox at a nearby convenience store.

'What am I doing? Jeez!... The role of a desire-solver isn't easy either.'

After waiting for about an hour while comforting myself, they came out of the pasta restaurant. Complaining to myself that women take such a long time to eat, I continued to tail them. They came out, and finally, the two friends took a taxi, and the exhibitionist started walking somewhere. She was probably heading to the park, the destination in her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠desire I had read earlier.

After walking for about 15 minutes, a park really appeared. It was already dark, so there were few people in the park, and only the occasional streetlamp lit the surroundings. Since it was near an apartment complex, it didn't look that dangerous. That must be why she thought she could come here alone as a woman. No matter how much she liked exposing herself, she wouldn't do such a thing without a preliminary survey, would she? She moved toward a spot inside the park without hesitation, as if she already knew where to go, and I followed her from very far away.

The place she arrived at was a public restroom in the middle of the park. Arriving at the entrance, she looked around to check if anyone was there, then entered one side. As she went inside, I walked quickly to the front of the restroom and saw that the entrance she had gone into was not the women's restroom, but the men's. She was a woman with real guts. Well, even if she got caught exposing herself in the women's restroom, it would just be by another woman, so she wouldn't be able to fulfill her deep desires; it made sense for her to go to the men's side.

After briefly planning the scenario at the entrance, I deliberately made my presence known, opened the door, and went inside. The interior was quiet; there was no one at the urinals, and looking at the toilet stalls, only the door to the innermost one was closed. She was probably in there, having taken off her clothes, covering her mouth, and pricking up her ears to the outside world. I went to the urinals and made noise by actually urinating, and after finishing, I went to the sink and washed my hands. Then, I went to the entrance, opened the door, but instead of leaving, I closed it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠again. After that, I completely killed my presence and waited for a moment; I heard her breathing heavily from inside, followed by some rustling sounds.

I walked very slowly, making sure not to make any footsteps, and stood quietly in front of the stall she was in. As I listened to the sounds coming from inside, a squelching sound began, and her low moans and voice could be heard.

At first, I thought she was doing a live masturbation broadcast, but listening to it, it seemed she was planning to film a video and upload it. Well, if she wanted to hide her identity, she'd have to edit her face or voice. By the way, she said she was a virgin; to think a woman with no experience with men was doing something like this—was this the "virgin-bitch" I had only heard about?

'Bitch or whatever, if she's a virgin, I'm grateful.'

To pressure her later, I took out my phone, turned on the silent camera, started recording a video, and then carefully raised only the part with the camera lens over the partition to start filming. It wouldn't have mattered if she caught me filming, but for now, I tried not to be heard. Inside, the self-filming was over, but the masturbation was still continuing.

"Hnnng... ung... ugh... uuuung... ahhh..." Perhaps because she thought no one was there, her moans were quite loud. After filming for about a minute, I stopped and checked the recorded video silently. Her appearance—trench-dress wide open like a trench coat, wearing a bra but with only her panties off, rubbing her clitoris with her fingers—was captured clearly, even her face. Inside, she seemed to be approaching a climax, as the sounds became faster and louder. Since I had no intention of letting her reach a climax, I knocked on her door.

— *Knock, knock, knock*