Chapter 52
Chapter 52
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Group Assignment (5)
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The first time I saw Han Chae-ah's underwear in those photos, I had thought about dragging her somewhere even more intimate.
A motel.
Or my place.
I imagined stripping her bare there, humiliating her while savoring the lingerie she'd so carefully picked out.
That had to be what she wanted.
Gazing at that delicately dressed body with the most perverted eyes would satisfy her deepest cravings.
But the moment I saw Han Chae-ah's exclusive quest, I changed my mind...
Good girl and naughty slut.
Contradictory desires.
She wanted to be a good girl on the surface, but her true nature was more vulgar and lewd than anyone's.
We already knew that.
Han Chae-ah was a pervert.
One who'd fulfill every single one of my twisted demands.
She grumbled with her mouth, but her body always reacted honestly.
At school.
At the café.
Even at the Chinese restaurant.
Her only resistance was to crossing that final line.
She was weaker to shame than anyone.
The complete opposite of Ye-won.
Ye-won had plenty of shame, but she was honest about her desires.
Han Chae-ah, though...
She'd never once been honest about hers.
Even in casual chats with friends, beneath the surface lurked thoughts like:
- I want to masturbate.
- Isn't there a guy out there to rape me?
The reason was simple.
She was a good girl.
The one everyone in her class adored.
With an image purer than anyone's.
I didn't know why she clung so desperately to being a good girl.
'If I don't break that down, we'll never truly consummate things.'
To shatter her psychological barrier, I chose the karaoke bar.
A spot even girls frequented together—everyday enough to blend into her routine.
Less resistance than a motel, multi-room, or private café, but a space where our voices might leak out.
In reality, noise cancellation kept it contained, but she'd imagine it spilling over.
There was no better place than a noraebang.
So I headed there with Han Chae-ah.
Tremble.
"Hnnngh!"
Tremble.
"Haaah... S-sunbae, s-slow down a little..."
Her body, walking beside me, was now leaning so heavily she was practically clinging.
Her head rested on my shoulder as her arms flailed, grabbing my bicep.
"Ch-cheating... This is cheating..."
"Scream all you want. What's the holdup?"
"Uuuu..."
She glared at me, biting her lip.
That defiant spark in her eyes was so damn appealing.
And that expression, like she was going mad with arousal—pure perfection.
The whole way, her body kept twitching.
She tugged at her short skirt, pulling it down while glancing around nervously.
Bzzz!
"Hng!"
The rotor was getting to her nerves.
Legs pressed tight.
Body shivering.
Face flushed hot.
Good thing noise cancellation muffled her moans around us.
If anyone heard, we'd be busted for sure.
Han Chae-ah walking with a rotor stuffed in her panties.
"S-sunbae, y-you devil... H-how am I supposed to moan out here...? Ngh!"
She had no idea.
About the noise cancellation keeping our voices from leaking.
Why would she?
No one believes in supernatural powers like that.
"What? Should we stop, then?"
She clamped her mouth shut at my question.
No desire to quit, apparently.
"Then let's go. Karaoke's just ahead."
"Uuuu..."
Her face burned red.
I could feel the heat rising from her skin.
How aroused Han Chae-ah was.
It showed in her grip on my arm.
Her hand trembled intermittently, the shivers traveling through my bicep.
In response, I amped it up.
Bzzz!
"Hnnngh..."
I flicked the rotor on.
"D-don't... do that."
Her hand slapped at me desperately.
I caught it.
"You don't hate it."
"Ngh."
"I told you. Say the word, and we stop anytime."
Only then did she stop resisting, accepting my touch.
I said that, but honestly, I was on edge too.
The thrill of this secret act amid crowds had my head buzzing.
Dopamine surging, the urge to torment her more growing stronger.
Watching a gorgeous girl quake at my slightest gesture?
The conquest was intoxicating beyond words.
I hid it well, but my pants were straining like crazy down below.
If I weren't in tight drawers and loose pants, I'd be pitching a massive tent.
My cock, draped over my left thigh, throbbed at its limit, twitching against it.
Damn.
Why are all the girls around me such perverts?
A good guy like me really struggles to resist these temptations.
I felt eyes on us.
Our voices were muffled, but some sensed something off from her expression and posture.
A few flushed as they stared at our backs.
I shot glares, chasing off their lecherous gazes at her ass and chest.
This is mine to enjoy.
Back off, assholes.
I didn't shove that rotor in there for you pervs.
So I draped my arm over her shoulder, blatantly possessive.
Her body had no choice but to press right against me.
"S-sunbae?"
She looked up, startled by the sudden contact.
"Those guys were eyeing your ass."
I nodded toward the passersby. She peeked back.
Our eyes met, and the guys bolted like they'd been caught.
She glanced at them, then asked me.
"How were they looking?"
"Like perverts, obviously."
"...You looked at me like a pervert too, sunbae."
"I'm different."
"How are you different?"
"Well."
I tightened my grip on her shoulder.
"I'm your Master?"
Honestly, I tossed that out hoping she'd recoil and argue.
She seemed so tense; I exaggerated to lighten the mood.
I expected pushback.
"Ngh..."
Instead, she averted her eyes, hunching her shoulders.
What.
Was that reaction?
You should've snapped back like, Are you crazy? What the hell?
Now it looks like I'm actually your Master.
You little...
"Did you just think of me as your Master?"
"D-don't say such r-ridiculous things..."
Her voice lacked conviction.
Of course.
If she didn't see me that way,
she wouldn't have snapped those pics on command.
"Hey, Han Chae-ah."
She flinched at my call—even without the rotor on.
Reacting to my voice alone.
"You perverted slave slut..."
"......"
"Is this what you wanted?"
"N-no... it's not."
Yeah.
Sure, let's play it that way.
But now that I know?
Can't just let it slide.
"Time for your cocky Master to properly train this insolent slave."
"......"
Bzzz.
"Haa, haa."
Every gesture from Kim Jinwoo made the rotor in her panties buzz fiercely.
The vibrations were overwhelmingly intense.
For a girl who'd barely even masturbated until recently, it was far too much.
It wasn't even inside her.
Just nestled carefully between her folds, inside her panties.
Yet...
"Uuuu..."
Even the slightest tremor rocked her hard.
Is it... always like this?
But...
It feels even stronger than when sunbae jerked me off...
Because we're outside?
Does having it in while everyone's around make me extra sensitive?
Or...
Am I just that much of a pervert?
She couldn't tell.
Her head was too feverish.
She hadn't been able to think straight since leaving the café.
Whenever she tried to focus...
Bzzz!
"Hnnngh!"
Kim Jinwoo flipped the switch.
Her hips bucked, feeling exactly as he intended.
"S-stop..."
She grabbed his arm, pleading desperately, but he didn't hesitate.
He'd pause sometimes.
But that was just a feint for an even bigger surge.
Soon enough...
Bzzz!
The rotor hummed again, her waist quaking.
She could barely stand, leaning on his arm and shoulder for support.
"G-go easy... please."
Just give me a moment to endure.
My body's gone weird. Everything feels so lewd since I put it in. So slow down a bit.
Even her whines didn't stop him.
Honestly, she didn't hate it.
If she did, she wouldn't have let it happen.
She'd hoped for this.
It just felt too good—too precariously pleasurable, like her mind might shatter.
That agony was exquisite.
"Haa, haa."
Hard to control herself.
Breathing ragged.
Body burning up.
Face scorching, heart pounding relentlessly.
Before she knew it, she was leaning on him, fixated on his hand.
When would he press that switch?
Activate it longer this time?
Torment her more?
Her eyes, a mix of anticipation and longing, followed his every move.
Half-draped on him, they reached the karaoke bar.
She startled when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Was he about to get bold?
"Those guys were eyeing your ass."
She glanced at the men he nodded toward.
Fleeing, cowed by his presence.
Ah.
Pathetic as ever. No backbone.
She sighed inwardly.
Men needed strength.
Like Jinwoo sunbae beside her.
Thick arms, broad chest, power to lift a girl one-handed, and that raw masculinity in how he handled her.
If sunbae tried to force her down?
She couldn't resist—she'd take it all.
Whoa, looking at him now... he's huge.
Han Chae-ah suddenly realized just how massive Kim Jinwoo was.
Intimidating even other guys.
If that body pinned her...
Gulp.
She swallowed her surging desire and asked.
"How were they looking?"
The fleeing guys? She didn't care.
But seeing his irritated expression because other men eyed her?
That she liked.
Sunbae gets jealous too, huh.
Yeah, I'm that pretty. I've stolen guys' gazes plenty. So watch out.
That was the intent behind her question.
"Like perverts, obviously."
Like a pervert, huh. Aren't you the same? Then why the jealousy?
"...You looked at me like a pervert too, sunbae."
His grip tightened on her shoulder, the pressure vivid.
She flinched at his grip strength—confirmation she couldn't fight back.
But what truly shocked her was:
"Your Master?"
Master.
That was too perverted.
Too hard to respond.
His blatant word choice hit as hard as the rotor buzzing in her panties.
This sunbae... he's insane.
How could he say that?
If Kim Jinwoo really became her Master...
- This insolent slave bitch throwing a tantrum? I told you—spread your cunt.
- No mercy for you anymore.
- When you talk to me, just bark like the mutt you are. I'll treat you like one.
Lewd fantasies chained together.
Meeting his eyes, he smirked slyly.
As if he'd seen every filthy thought.
"Perverted slut."
Aah.
What do I do? That insult's starting to sound good.
"S-sunbae, I-I'm gonna... cum."
"Cum. Right here on this crowded street, secretly climaxing. I'll catch it all."
"Uuung!"
Me.
What do I do?
Her legs buckled from the light orgasm, and she let Kim Jinwoo drag her into the karaoke bar.
Coin noraebang.
Tight for four people.
With his build, even two felt shoulder-to-shoulder close.
But more than that...
The smell...
Inside, his masculine scent assaulted her nose.
Natural, really.
Sealed tiny room.
Two aroused people fresh from play.
Their thick pheromones overwhelmed any air freshener in seconds.
Meaning...
Mine too?
Probably.
Her crotch was drenched, juices trickling freely.
"S-sunbae, w-what are you gonna do...?"
She asked in a voice laced with excitement and fear.
Kim Jinwoo stared at her.
"Sing."
"Huh?"
"I want to hear you sing while leaking moans."
"B-but earlier you said you didn't want to show off."
"To other people?"
"Y-yes..."
"Don't worry. They won't hear."
"W-what do you mean, won't hear? H-how...?"
She'd heard songs from other rooms on the way in.
"They won't hear."
His tone was firm.
"You don't believe me?"
"N-no, it's not that."
"Trust me. If I say it won't leak, it won't."
His commanding gaze and voice—like a Master training a slave.
"So obey."
"......"
Han Chae-ah was speechless.
"It'll feel better than anything you've ever known."
His forceful demeanor was too alluring to resist.