Everett's Perverted Dream
Everett's reaction was extremely positive. I snuck a glance at her, spying on us with those watchful eyes as she peeped at our intense slave play. She had no idea she was being watched herself. Voyeuring the voyeur—what a hilarious situation. Just as I'd suspected, Everett had some seriously twisted tendencies.
From banging all sorts of women, I'd learned one thing: women's libidos are no slouch compared to men's. Hell, women might even have stronger sex drives. Guys, no matter how horny, hit that post-nut clarity after cumming—their lust has a hard cap. Sure, I'm the exception, but still. Women, on the other hand? A simple orgasm doesn't drain them like it does us. Not infinite, mind you, but their pleasure lingers way longer. Once a woman gets a taste of the good stuff, she's hooked. Just like how over 70% of guys are perverts, women are loaded with kinks too.
Hell, I've got two extreme perverts right in my circle: Yeonji and Jisu. Yeonji's a true masochist—maybe because of her ability, who knows. She especially loves physical punishment. Every time we fuck, I slap her cheeks or choke her without holding back, and she eats it up. Jisu's got the raging hormones of a horny high school boy. Super curious about sex, loves watching me rail other girls. Among my women, she's the biggest orgy fan. So, what kind of pervert is Everett? I clearly saw her fingering herself to gangbang porn on the bus. Whatever her flavor, she's definitely an M. But not all Ms share the same fetishes. I was dying to uncover Everett's color.
'I'll find out eventually anyway.' I wasn't in a rush. She'd be mine soon enough.
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It was a scene so shocking she could see it even in her dreams. But this time, the perspective was different. The one getting treated like a dog and fucked by that Asian guy... was her.
Everett knelt naked on the ground, ass up toward the man. He shoved his cock into her pussy. It was bigger than the largest dildo she'd ever used. The overwhelming fullness stretching her walls left her mind blank. An indescribable satisfaction flooded her.
"You perverted bitch. Bark."
His voice was ice-cold, like frostbite. Everett loved it. It scratched her itch just right.
"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof~!"
"Bark properly! That sounds like a pig, not a dog!"
His thick palm cracked down on her ass. Smack! The sound alone hurt. Her cheeks rippled like waves. Definitely a bright red handprint now. A crimson mark bloomed on Everett's plump ass. She screamed. The sudden pain brought it out in her native tongue.
(It hurts!)
"Fucking bitch, didn't I tell you not to speak human? Huh?"
His thick hand struck like lightning. The stinging pain on both cheeks snapped her back to reality. At this rate, her ass would be monkey-red. But weirdly... it hurt so bad she wanted to bawl, yet sticky juices poured from her labia. Just like when she masturbated. Why? Why was she getting wet from being degraded and spanked? So humiliating, so painful—why wasn't it all bad?
Everett felt her deepest, hidden perverted desire squirming to life. She'd ignored it, but it was her true nature. She knew it, had just buried it. But no more...
(Haah!)
She woke up. Her throat burned. Everett barely sat up and grabbed a cold water from the mini-fridge. She chugged it down. The dream replayed in her head. A nightmare, if it was one. The bedsheet was soaked with sweat. Her favorite pink pajamas were drenched too. She stripped them off and tossed them in the hamper. Leave 'em like that, and the manager would wash them by breakfast. Sometimes she wondered if she was in a hotel.
(Ugh... time...)
6 AM. A bit early, but good to start the day.
(First, deal with this sweaty body.)
Everett took a quick shower. Morning showers were routine, but today she scrubbed extra thoroughly—worried about any lingering stink. Up early, so she had time to spare. Afterward, her stomach growled. The breakfast buffet here was killer: over 100 dishes, all delicious, zero waste. Worth every penny of that $100+ price tag.
Down in the basement restaurant, Murray waited at the entrance. They'd eaten at the same time every day since arriving.
(Good morning, Everett. You look cheerful.)
Murray gave his usual greeting. Everett forced a wry smile. Cheerful? Really? The dream flashed back.
They headed to their corner spot in the buffet. Usual table: a hike from the food, but quieter than anywhere else. Murray hated noise, and so did she.
(Huh? Someone's there.)
A couple sat at their table. Everett froze. The Asian guy from her dream tormenting her, and his girlfriend, eating there.
The man spotted her and stood, bowing slightly.
"Good morning. Nice to see you. You're Reina Everett, right?"
"Yes. Nice to meet you."
Everett returned Baek Jaesung's greeting. Murray tried to steer away, but she grabbed him. She surprised herself doing it.
(Better eat somewhere empty, right?)
(Nah... no need. It's just once.)
(If you say so.)
Everett flashed Jaesung a warm smile.
"Mind if we join?"
"Not at all."
Murray sat next to Jaesung. Everett took the opposite seat—perfect for sneaking glances at Jaesung diagonally. He chatted happily with his girlfriend. Everett suddenly wondered what they were talking about.
"The food here's amazing, right? Hard to find a hotel that puts this much into breakfast."
Everett smiled with her eyes.
"Totally. I love the omelets especially."
Jaesung bantered naturally with her. Murray eyed him suspiciously. He'd seen plenty approach Everett like this—mostly guys after a one-night stand. He'd cockblocked them all flawlessly; none had scored. This Asian dude had a girlfriend but still seemed tuned into Everett.
"Hey, we ran into each other—must be fate. Drop the formalities? In Korea, we go casual with friends."
Jaesung grinned cheekily. Everett laughed brightly.
"Haha, are we buddies already?"
"They say even brushing clothes is fate. We've gone way past that."
"Fine. My first casual Korean friend."
Surprisingly, Everett agreed easily. Murray looked shocked.
(We're in Korea—time to hang with Korean hunters.)
That's what she said. Murray felt her slipping away. But ignoring that, Everett kept chatting happily with Jaesung.
*-*-*
Baek Jaesung wasn't a bad guy, all things considered. Murray had pegged him as hitting on Everett, but up close? Not really. He talked to Murray plenty during breakfast too. Murray's Korean wasn't perfect, but he held his own.
"Four months living in a dungeon? Impressive."
"No biggie. Standard in the States."
They dropped formalities naturally too. Talk turned personal.
Jaesung eyed them both.
"So, you two dating?"
Everett and Murray froze simultaneously. Not panicked—just awkward. They got this question a lot, and it was tricky. Their bond was tantalizingly close to lovers, but not quite. Murray had feelings for her. Never confessed, though. Despite his boldness, he couldn't with her. He was sure of his love, but her response? Unknown. He could snag any girl, but Everett was different—his precious childhood friend, her heart a mystery. Fear of rejection delayed him. But this workshop's end would change that. He'd confess under the finale's fireworks. No more hiding. With that big moment coming, he didn't want to tip his hand now. Surprise was key—no spoilers.
He shot Jaesung a subtle glare. The guy smirked like he was trolling everyone.
"We get that a lot."
Murray dodged vaguely. Everett just smiled and kept talking with Sujin.
*-*-*
Jaesung synced lunches and dinners with Everett and Murray on purpose. Master Kim Minyoung's training was brutal, but thoughts of fucking Everett like a dog kept him going. That's how he built rapport.
"Dinner here's great—tons of fine booze."
Murray was an alcohol maniac, but no lightweight. He drank just enough to loosen up. Smart guy, looks-wise.
Booze makes tough talks easy. Jaesung faked a buzz and probed.
"Yo, what's your type?"
"Type? Hmm..."
Murray glanced at Everett. Their eyes met briefly; both looked away. Cute like new lovers.
"Ahem! Just... a wise woman."
"What? Weird criteria. Dating a professor?"
"Nah, pure and... someone who gets me."
Jaesung stifled a laugh. Obvious Everett reference. But outwardly, she wasn't "pure." Knowing that, he mocked Murray inwardly.
Kek! Pure? Dumbass. Doesn't even know his crush. Could use this...
Jaesung spoke loud enough for Everett to hear.
"Pure? From the Middle Ages? These days, bold girls rule. A slutty-bodied babe throwing herself at me? That's peak."
"Ahem! No interest in loose women."
Everett's chest tightened. She wasn't loose—zero sex with guys. Rare for her age. But her kinks? Hardly "light."
"Girls with pervy sides are cute. Us guys all dig that."
"No clue what you mean. You're drunk. Cool off with water."
"Drunk? Only one bottle of whiskey. Anyway, find a girl who strips naked on your birthday for all-day sex, or doodles filthy stuff on herself and spreads her legs."
Murray frowned, shaking his head at the crude talk.
"Who wants a whore like that? You're wasted. Girlfriend's right there."
"Heh heh! Head's spinning. Overdid it?"
Jaesung laughed inwardly at Murray. Too busy posturing to check Everett's face—which had darkened noticeably.