The Masturbation Monster
"Here you go. Am I a little late?"
Yeonji held the smartphone out to me, her expression perfectly composed. Having already watched every last thing she'd done, I found the gesture painfully, almost comically, stiff. She hadn't merely browsed the gallery—she'd gone and downloaded the photos and the videos. The woman had initiative, I'd give her that.
Thanks to her, it looked like I was going to be able to unwind my plan even more easily than I'd hoped. I put on a deliberately flustered face and said,
"Ah. Thank you. You didn't look inside, did you?"
"No. Of course not."
Her voice sounded every bit as off as mine. Yeonji left my room as if something were chasing her. By now her head would be stuffed full of Sujin and me having sex—and given her nature, there was no way she'd last without getting herself off. This was the same woman who'd masturbated in a public restroom after I'd slapped her belly. That much was certain.
The Watching Eye was still tracking her. The moment she got into her own room, Yeonji tore her clothes off in a frantic rush. She looked more desperate than a high-school boy gone feral with lust. Just how strong is her sex drive, anyway? Her nipples were standing stiff; I could see them clearly.
"Fuck. I'm so goddamn horny. Ah, I wanna rub one out so bad! Ugh! Come off already!"
She half-tore her leggings getting them off, then dove onto the bed. One hand held the smartphone; the other went straight between her legs. She lay back and spread her thighs into a wide M. I piped the feed to the hotel television—one of the Watching Eye's more convenient little tricks.
"Wow. She looks so filthy. Does it feel good, masturbating like that?"
Sujin watched Yeonji's performance with bright, round eyes.
"Sujin. Masturbate in the same pose as Yeonji."
"Huh? All of a sudden?"
"Heh. If I fuck you while you're touching yourself just like she is, wouldn't it be like remotely raping her?"
"What is that!? Jaeseong, you pervert~!"
Even as she said it, Sujin was already obeying. She really was every bit the pervert I was. My utterly adorable little toy.
Sujin lay back on the bed, spread her legs into the same M, and brought a hand to her pussy. Unlike Yeonji, she didn't need to hold a phone, so her free hand went to her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Watching the Yeonji on the screen, I settled myself gently on top of her.
"Hnnngh~♪ Nnngh~! Haaaah...! Aaaah~! Fuck.... It feels so good! I'm so goddamn horny...! I wanna get fucked like a rabbit in heat too~!"
Yeonji's filthy, aching voice wound Sujin and me tighter still. I dragged myself along the pussy of a girl masturbating in the same pose as the woman on the screen, and it genuinely felt as if I were violating Yeonji herself. Of course, Sujin and Yeonji were built differently enough that it wasn't quite the same—but close enough.
If this wasn't remote sex, then what the hell was? Sujin clapped a hand over her mouth and kept her moans to a minimum so I could concentrate on the long-distance play. I nearly cried at how sweetly considerate she was. Once this was over, I was going to have to fuck her all day as a reward.
Wet flesh slapped wet flesh. Slap. Slap. Slap.
"Hnnngh! You fucking bastard~♬ I wanna get treated like a dog too~♥ Fuck...! Slap my belly and rape me~!"
Yeonji's voice drove our pleasure even higher. Her masturbation was a kind of performance art. I wanted to fuck that long, model-like body to my heart's content. Damn it—the moment I pictured it, I came. How vulgar of me.
"Hnnn! It feels weird...! Like I've become someone else~!"
Sujin seemed quite taken with masturbating in a way she never usually did. She couldn't hold it in; the moans spilled out of her. I was delighted. She'd grown into such a splendid little pervert. And so the two of us used as our material a woman who was using our sex as hers. The grammar of that sentence was grotesque. This, right here, was nested sex.
Yeonji was a masturbation monster, a true masterbation beast. She kept at it for over an hour, hit four climaxes, and then dropped into something like a faint. The bedsheet was soaked enough that you could have said she'd pissed herself, and she lay draped across it like a strip of dried seaweed. Not that Sujin and I were in any position to talk.
The two of us ground cock against pussy in a frenzy, but never once pushed inside. We hadn't even gone in, and our sheet was already a flood. We were going to have to change it.
Sujin was as thoroughly knocked out as Yeonji. Her climaxes alone had numbered over ten. Coming without being entered. As transgressive, in its way, as responsibility without pleasure.
"Sujin. Rest for a bit."
I kissed her on the forehead and got up. The real work started now. The Watching Eye had already shown me she was completely spent, but I went to her room anyway and pressed the bell. Yeonji, collapsed as if she'd passed out, barely managed to stir on the third ring.
"Uwaaah! What? Who is it? All of a sudden? Why?"
Someone ringing the bell while she was still riding the afterglow of a long session—of course she was rattled. It would have felt exactly like your mother knocking on the door while you were locked in your room, furiously getting off. Caught in the middle of an experience any red-blooded high-school boy would recognize, Yeonji stumbled to the intercom without even dressing properly.
"Wh-who's there? Jaeseong? What's going on all of a sudden?"
Yeonji said it the moment she saw my face on the intercom screen.
"Ah—were you sleeping? Your voice sounds like someone who just woke up."
"Ah... yes. I slept a little."
"Sorry for waking you. There's something I'd like to discuss briefly. About my smartphone."
"Wh-wh-wh-wh-what!? What!? Suddenly, what...?"
What a voice. She usually hid her fetish so well I might have taken her for someone with a decent poker face—but watching her spill her feelings this fast, maybe not.
The truth of the situation, of course, was that she'd been caught looking at my embarrassing photographs. If she hadn't downloaded those pictures and videos to her own cloud, there wouldn't have been much for her to panic about. But she hadn't been able to resist the temptation, and in the end she'd dropped herself into a thoroughly disadvantageous position.
"My data usage went up in a strange way. Hmm. I'd like you to open the door so we can talk."
"Th-that's—my room is a mess right now...!"
On the bed, a sheet soaked in her juices; from the waist down, nothing; and the room would absolutely reek of that thick, lingering smell. I was already watching all of it through the Watching Eye.
"Shall I wait? I'd prefer to talk somewhere quiet, if possible."
"Somewhere quiet... what is it you want to talk about..."
"Yeonji."
I spoke her name slowly, cutting each syllable apart. This was the moment to press.
"!?"
The Watching Eye caught her panic in perfect detail. She froze where she stood, a plaster statue, and didn't move at all. I kept the pressure on.
"I checked. The cloud application's data usage went up—by exactly the same amount as my photo and video files. Yeonji. Did you download my pictures and videos?"
Strictly speaking, there was nothing illegal about me taking dirty photographs. Two consenting adults, a couple, shooting what they wanted to shoot. The law had no business there at all.
Helping yourself to someone else's private pictures, however, was unambiguously a crime. She seemed to know it. She stood there like a mute who'd swallowed her tongue, with nothing to say.
"I'd like to have a brief conversation."
"...... Please wait a little. I'll clean the room."
After about five minutes, the door opened. A cold draft brushed my cheek. She'd thrown the window wide open.
An emergency ventilation job.
Even so, a tart, citrus-sharp scent grazed the tip of my nose. So this was the smell of Yeonji's juices. I'd be getting used to it soon enough—might as well breathe it in.
"I... I'm sorry."
Yeonji was in a hoodie and sweatpants. It was painfully obvious she'd thrown them on in a hurry; both the top and the pants were a rumpled mess. I glanced at the bed. It looked bare without its sheet. The one soaked through with her juices would be in the closet.
"It isn't only your fault, Yeonji. I bear some of it too—for storing photographs and videos like that. Intimate things a couple does together... I suppose they should have been left as memories, and nothing more."
"Ah... no. I did something weird! I'm sorry. I—I swear I wasn't thinking of leaking them or anything. I was just curious... that's all!"
"Curious. Do you like that sort of thing, Yeonji?"
I dropped the question on her without warning. She was already badly rattled. She was as good as a meal on my plate.
"I just got curious..."
"I didn't know you were interested in porn, Yeonji."
"Ah... women... are interested in that kind of thing too. Th-Sujin seemed that way as well."
Yeonji offered the excuse with a face as red as a ripe persimmon. Sujin was every bit as much of a pervert as Yeonji, that much was true. I wonder what it would feel like to fuck the two of them together. I was already looking forward to it.
"By the way, this room has a bit of a musty smell. You didn't masturbate to it, did you?"
"Masturbate..."
It was the kind of question that could have gotten me reported for sexual harassment, and I'd have had no defense—but I already held the conversation. She only hung her head. If anything, there was something in her eyes that looked like she was waiting for me to do something. She wanted me to come at her hard. I was sure of it.
"I'm extraordinarily good at picking up the scent of a woman's juices, you see. Sujin and I have done all sorts of things together. This is definitely the smell of masturbation, isn't it?"
"That's not..."
I stood up. Yeonji was already a dish cooked and plated for me. Watching her flush with shame, her cheeks burning, I thought my cock might punch through my pants. I walked toward the closet where she'd hidden the sheet. She'd stashed it with some effort, but the Watching Eye had caught every second of it.
"Ah! Not there!"
Yeonji tried to stop me, but I was faster. I opened the closet with an exaggerated flourish. Inside was a bedsheet with a great sprawling map drawn across it.
I'd thought it was only her juices—but there was urine mixed in too. So she was the type who pissed herself when she came. I'd have to remember that.
"So this was the source of the smell. Hmm. Quite an impressive map. Did you draw this with piss? Or with love juice? Or both?"
"That's...! Ahhhnn!"
Yeonji clutched between her legs and sank to the floor. An obscene look crossed her face, ecstasy and shame tangled together, and she came. Being caught with the humiliating evidence of her own masturbation, while I stood there shaming her for it, had been the trigger.
The lewd nature that got her off from a slap to the belly and sent her masturbating in a public restroom was showing itself in full. In sheer perversion she might have been Sujin's equal; in masochism, she left Sujin in the dust. What kind of monstrous masochist was this? Yeonji was a maso monster—an M&M.
"Don't tell me you came? From getting caught with the traces of your own perverted little act? Come to think of it, Yeonji—you got off even while I was hitting you last time, didn't you?"
"That's not...!"
"Don't give me that. Honestly, the person doing the hitting can feel all of it. Don't tell me you had a sloppy session in the bathroom that day? Your sweatpants are already soaked. Fuck, how filthy can you get?"
"Uhhhnnn!"
Unable to endure the lashing, Yeonji finally shed tears—and leaked.