The Corruption of the Exhibitionist (3)
I waited a moment for her to collect herself, tidied up, and we stepped out of the restroom together. I walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, and she followed, taking a seat a little distance away with awkward, hesitant movements. I held out my phone and said, "Put your number in." She looked at the phone, then up at my eyes, and with a look of resignation, she took it and typed in her number. I pressed the call button, confirmed her phone was ringing, and saved the contact.
"Save my number, and send me the link to your secret account where you post those exhibitionist photos."
"Ah! ...Haa... Um, what is your name?"
"Kang Taejin."
Once I gave her my name, she saved my number and sent me the account link via message. I accessed the account and checked it. It started out innocently enough—photos of her in her room with just a hint of her underwear showing—but recently, the content had escalated. There were photos of her flashing her crotch on a building staircase, full-frontal shots of her legs spread wide in a restroom, photos taken in what looked like a lecture hall where she was exposing her breasts and pinching her nipples, and even shots taken under a table at a restaurant where she had pulled her skirt and panties aside to reveal her pussy. It was becoming increasingly bold, and the level of indecency was rising rapidly.
"Even if it hadn't been me, you would have ended up like this eventually, wouldn't you? Seeing how you've been doing increasingly dangerous things."
"Maybe so."
"How does it feel to actually experience what you've only imagined?"
"Um... well... at first, I was so scared and shocked, but on the other hand, it was thrilling and good. I know I sound like a crazy bitch, but it really was good."
"Of course it was. I gave you exactly what you imagined."
Since I had seen her desires and given her exactly what she wanted, it was only natural she enjoyed it. But had she thought about what might happen beyond that? Beyond corruption, all the way to ruin...
"Your tendencies are extremely dangerous."
"What? What do you mean...?"
"How far have you imagined? Beyond just losing your virginity to some stranger who rapes you—how far have you gone in your fantasies?"
"I... I haven't thought beyond that."
"I thought so. Would it have been good if you'd been caught by a bunch of thugs and gang-raped? What if you were filmed, blackmailed, dragged to some brothel, and forced to keep servicing customers while locked up? What if you were locked away somewhere and used like a sex slave, passed around to dozens of men every day? Would that have been good, too?"
"I, I couldn't imagine it going that far."
She looked startled and flustered as I brought up scenarios she had never even considered. Naturally, she hadn't thought about the kind of ruin that would end her life.
"Consider yourself lucky. That you ran into me..."
"What about you? What are you?"
"At the very least, I'm not someone who will drive your life to ruin. I'll corrupt you just enough, so don't do anything dangerous and just enjoy this as a little bit of fun."
"Cor... corruption?"
She seemed to feel a sense of resistance to the word 'corruption.' It was ironic, considering that to any normal person, she was already a 'corrupted woman.'
"The acts you imagine in your head—if you actually do them, wouldn't you be quite corrupted? You were already corrupted once today. Or should I say, I'm making your fantasies a reality so you don't feel such resistance?"
"Fantasies...?"
"If you want to put a nice spin on it, that's what it is."
"I suppose that's true."
"If you only enjoyed the exhibitionism, it would be less dangerous, but because you also like being forced, it becomes risky if you meet the wrong person. So, just think of it as me filming you and forcing you to follow my orders, and enjoy the fantasies I provide. In reality, it's true that you're being forced to some extent. Since it's your own nature, it shouldn't be too bad for you."
"I don't have the right to refuse, do I?"
"You know that well."
"I understand. I'll do as you say."
"Good. From now on, answer when I contact you, and follow my instructions well."
"Yes."
"And since the rapists who force themselves on you will always finish inside, make sure you use contraception."
"Haa... yes."
I, who always finishes inside the women I'm with, was acting like a total bastard today, forcing contraception on her and pursuing pleasure without responsibility. But I'm not a true sadist; rather than making my women ruin their bodies by constantly taking birth control pills, it would be better if I just got a vasectomy myself. I should head to the hospital soon.
"We'll see each other often at school, too."
"S-school?"
"I go to Korea University, too. Business major. You?"
At the news that we attended the same university, she made a troubled expression and answered with a sigh.
"Haa... Fine Arts."
"So you're an artist. Don't worry. I'll make sure your secret is kept. As long as you listen to me well..."
After subtly reinforcing once more that I was the master and she was the subordinate, I stood up from my seat.
'It's about time...'
[You have devoured desire.]
Just as expected, the fourth message window appeared. This phenomenon, which had now become familiar, was something I had come to recognize as a signal that I had resolved one person's desire. We left the park and headed home separately. Once I returned, I sent her the video of her virginity being broken that we had filmed today, and instructed her to edit it well and upload it to her secret account.
A few days later, on a Saturday afternoon, I called Kim Areum out to a café in the city. I arrived a little early, took a seat by the window in the corner, and waited for her. After about ten minutes of sipping coffee, she walked into the café. She was a stunning beauty, looking haughty in a short black wrap skirt that hit above her knees and a white blouse with striped accents. As she entered, the gazes of several men in the café were instantly fixed on her. When I raised my hand, she spotted me and walked toward me, the sound of her high heels clicking against the floor. When she reached the table and tried to sit across from me, I stopped her. "Come sit next to me." When I instructed her to sit by my side, she hesitated for a moment—it was something lovers commonly did, but since this was only our second meeting, the awkwardness was palpable—but she eventually came around and sat down.
"Why are you so awkward? We've already seen everything there is to see..."
"This is only the second time we've met, so it's awkward to be in a relationship like this."
"I suppose that's true. But you'll have to get used to it quickly. Otherwise, you might find yourself very flustered."
"W-why?"
"Your fantasies aren't things other people should see, are they?"
As I said that, I placed my hand on her thigh. "Let's start with a homework check." I slowly slid my hand inside her skirt, tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh. The homework I had assigned her when I messaged her yesterday to set up this meeting was to come out wearing a short skirt and no panties.
"Hic... w-wait a minute..."
She grabbed my arm in a panic, but there was no way I was going to let her stop me. "Get your hands off!" I rested one elbow on the table, propped my chin in my hand, leaned my upper body toward her, and lowered my voice as I stared at her intently. Kim Areum, meeting my gaze, flinched, looked away as if her spirit had been crushed, and pulled her hands back. My hand, which had been blocked by hers, began to slide further up her thigh, and finally reached her crotch, where I felt her pussy, completely bare and unshielded. After gently stroking her coarse pubic hair, my hand moved down and slowly toyed with the outer labia.
"Uung... um... haa..."
I kept touching only the periphery without crossing the center, then moved further down to press lightly on her perineum.
"Hng..."
"You shouldn't make noise... Do you want to reveal your pussy here?"
Her perineum was already wet with pussy juice, and the amount was far more than what could have been produced just by my touching her a moment ago. So, I used my middle finger to trace a line from her perineum all the way up through the center of her pussy, and sure enough, she was already soaked inside. With my hand covered in her fluids, I gently caressed her labia majora and the inner labia minora, enjoying the slippery sensation.
"Hic... hng... ugh... haa..."
"It wasn't wet because I touched it... when did you start getting wet? Just so you know, my personality gets a bit unpleasant if you lie to me. If you want to check, feel free to lie."
"I... s-subway... from..."
She answered in a tiny voice, head bowed in shame.
"So, our perverted exhibitionist was imagining what it would be like to have people bumping into her on the subway while wearing no panties?"
"A pervert's hand... hng... goes inside my skirt... ugh... imagining him touching me there... hic..."
"Where is 'there'? You need to say it properly."
"That... pu... pussy..."
"That's right. It's not 'there,' it's a pussy. Use the correct word from now on."
While touching her pussy, I slid my middle finger into the hole, correcting her vocabulary.
"Hng... hic..."
Startled by the sudden intrusion of my finger, a slightly louder moan escaped her lips.
"It's going to be a problem if you can't even handle this much..."
I scraped the walls of her vagina a few times with my inserted finger before pulling it out.
"Alright, that's enough for the homework check... You did your homework well, so I should give you a reward."
"Haa... haa... a re... reward?"
"That's right. Just a moment..."
I pulled a pink, oval-shaped toy about the size of my thumb from my pocket. Showing her the device, known as a female vibrator, I asked, "Do you know what this is?"
"Ah... that...!"
"I knew you would! Then there's no need for an explanation. Spread your legs."
Unable to refuse my command, she spread her legs, and my hand slid back inside her skirt. I rubbed the vibrator against her wet pussy lips to coat it thoroughly in her juices, then pushed it straight into her hole.
"Hng..."
Even though my thick cock had been in there before, it felt as if her hole had returned to its original state after a few days, and there was significant resistance even to inserting the small vibrator. That meant the stimulation she would feel would be immense. I pushed it in deep so it wouldn't slip out easily, then said to her, "Come to think of it, you haven't even ordered a drink yet. Go order one, wait, and bring it back." When I gave her my card and my instructions, she caught her breath and answered.
"Haa... fuu... yes..."
"If you get too excited and start leaking pussy juice, it might fall out. Keep your muscles tight and be careful not to let it slip."
I whispered teasingly to her as she stood up from her seat. The confident gait she had when she entered the café was gone, and Kim Areum headed toward the counter as carefully as if she were walking on ice. When she was about halfway there, I pressed the operation button on the remote in my pocket. As the vibration suddenly started inside her pussy, she clamped her legs together and stopped in her tracks. When she realized people's gazes were gathering on her, she tried to move again as if nothing were wrong, but she couldn't hide her flushed face. Kim Areum reached the counter with great difficulty, ordered an Americano, and stood there waiting, her thighs pressed tightly together.
The man taking the order looked at Kim Areum's sex-flushed face, unable to take his eyes off her with an expression that was hard to tell if it was embarrassment or arousal. While she was standing there waiting, I pressed the remote button one more time. Kim Areum's knees buckled slightly, and she had to lean on the counter and bite her lip to endure it. A moment later, when the coffee she ordered came out, I reduced the vibration back to level 1. With a much more comfortable expression, she picked up the tray with the coffee cup and moved carefully. Although the gazes of several men followed her, she seemed to have adapted to level 1, and she reached the area near our table without incident. When she was a couple of steps away from where I was sitting, I turned the vibration up to level 2.
"Hup... ah!"
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, she lost her balance and collapsed toward me. I quickly caught the tray and her waist, and sat her down in the seat. "Hng... hng... hng..." I pulled her head down to rest on my shoulder as she struggled to suppress her moans, her thighs clamped tight and her waist trembling. To an outsider, it might have looked like a common display of affection between lovers, but in reality, an obscene fantasy was unfolding. For the grand finale, I pulled Kim Areum's shoulders, held her almost entirely in my arms, and whispered into her ear.
"Bite your lip hard. You'll be punished if the sound gets too loud."
Then, I turned the vibrator up to level 3.
"Hnggg... ughhh..."
She buried her face in my chest, clutching my waist tightly, biting her teeth together to endure it. To anyone watching, it would look like a nauseating display of public affection. "Endure it for just five seconds. One... two... three... four... five!" As I counted to five, I turned off the vibration.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
As she caught her ragged breath while still held in my arms, I stroked her hair and praised her for completing the mission. "Well done. You're a good girl!"