What the Shutter Caught
"Oppa...? The phone—why...? Don't tell me.... You're not, right?"
"I want it on record. Wouldn't it be a waste? Have sex and the hymen is gone. Let's leave proof."
"N-no! Oppa! I don't want that!"
Su Yeoning recoiled hard at Kim Taeyoung's words. Even she, wound tight with the need to stay in his good graces, drew the line at leaving obscene pictures behind. What was she supposed to do if they ever leaked?
"Why? Worried they'll end up on the internet?"
"That too. I just don't want it."
"Relax. They're never going online. Your face won't even be in them—just a shot of your pussy. So what if they got out? Nobody would ever know it was you. Now spread your ass."
"O-Oppa..."
"Hurry up."
A taut standoff stretched between them, the one who meant to shoot and the one who meant to stop him, neither giving an inch. Su Yeoning broke first. Here, she was the one who had to yield.
"Ugh.... Do you really have to shoot only that?"
"Obviously."
"And you'll keep coming to my streams from now on, right?"
"Yeah. Every day, unless I've got something on."
"Haa..."
They weren't lovers. Moon Balloons bound them—the one who paid, and the one who took the money. Unless Su Yeoning was ready to walk away from it, she couldn't refuse Kim Taeyoung. The demand was vile, perverse. But the reward waiting ahead loomed larger than her disgust.
At last she reached both hands back and spread herself wide. Her neatly closed anus opened, and the thin seam of her pussy parted with it, the hymen sealing her vagina showing all the clearer.
Click. Kim Taeyoung took the picture, and satisfaction rolled through him—less from owning a photo of a hymen than from having made her let him take one. Su Yeoning couldn't refuse him. Right now he owned her completely. She looked up to him as the man above her.
Hm?
"Hnn..."
Click. He took a few more. One shot might come out bad, and a hymen vanished the moment you had sex; better to shoot several and keep the best. But every time he hit the shutter, Su Yeoning's pussy twitched.
At first the movement was too small to catch. As the shooting went on, it grew unmistakable. Each click of the shutter made her pussy flutter, and slick spilled out in thick strings. She was getting aroused.
She was screaming that she hated it, and she's turned on?
The corner of Kim Taeyoung's mouth lifted. So she had a kink like this. She probably didn't even know it herself—if she had, she wouldn't have hated it for real. He could use this.
"Yeoning. How often do you masturbate?"
"Haaah.... Why are you asking that now..."
"Small talk, to crank the heat. If foreplay raises the body, dirty talk raises the mind. Answer me. For the record, even after I turned thirty I jerked off almost every day. Get a woman, and it was sex all the time."
"R-really.... Haa.... I don't know."
Su Yeoning's breath came short. At the sex thick in her voice, precum leaked in a thin strand from Kim Taeyoung's cock.
"Think. How often you do it. Almost every day, right?"
"N-no. Hnn. About three times."
"A week?"
"Yes.... Hnn."
"And when? Right after a stream ends?"
"H-how did you...!"
His guess made Su Yeoning startle so hard she broke the pose—back turned, ass pushed out—and looked over her shoulder, face shocked. Kim Taeyoung flicked a hand: back the way she was. Then he went on.
"You know what exhibitionism is? A kink where showing someone how dirty you look gets you off."
"I know what it is, but why...?"
"Because I think you've got it. Every time I take a picture, your pussy fucking flutters. Juice pouring out like mad. You really didn't know?"
If she said she didn't, it would be a lie. She'd felt something off in her own body; she'd only thought it was strange. She was sticking her ass out to be photographed—an absurd situation—and she couldn't understand why she kept heating up. She'd written it off as a first time. Naked with a man. Sex about to happen. Just excitement, nothing more.
"No! I'm really not that kind of pervert!"
"Pervert? Everybody's got a kink. Some people lose their minds over feet. Some get off on letting other men fuck their woman. Some like shit or piss. Some fuck animals. Next to that, exhibitionism is mainstream."
"R-really...? No! I told you I don't like showing myself off!"
"Liking it and not liking it doesn't matter. This is about whether your body gets hot or it doesn't. Maybe you really do hate other people's eyes. But your body gets off on them. Think about a stream in something revealing, and a stream in something that covers you up. Which day did you masturbate more?"
"That's..."
Su Yeoning couldn't answer. Just as he'd said, on the days she streamed in clothes that showed nothing, she didn't touch herself. The days she did were the days she'd gone on in something that showed plenty.
She didn't want to admit it. But it was plain fact that once she started broadcasting, she masturbated more. She'd thought it was stress, a way to burn off desire—that afterward she felt good, and the stress let go.
She'd never imagined it was exhibitionism. She wanted to deny it. She didn't want to own it. But Kim Taeyoung's words fit too cleanly, and they matched her life exactly.
"It's fine. Is exhibitionism a crime? No. You just enjoy being looked at. That's not a bad thing, is it? You're not hurting anyone. Sure, flashing in public, or in front of people who hate it—that's bad. But if you're not going to do that, who cares?"
"I-is that how it is...?"
"That's how it is. So let's be honest for once. I'll take more pictures. Tell me how it feels."
Kim Taeyoung lifted the phone again. Su Yeoning spread herself once more, her thoughts a tangle.
Am I really an exhibitionist?
She hoped not. She couldn't deny it. What if it was true? Was it nothing, the way he said? She wanted that to be so.
"How did that feel just now? Your pussy twitched."
The shutter clicked, and the instant the sound hit, something clenched low in her belly. Ah. So it was real. She wanted to call it ordinary arousal, but her body had answered the camera for real.
"I felt a jolt. Something sharp."
"Where?"
"L-low in my stomach..."
"Your stomach? You mean around your womb? Or do you mean here?"
"Haht...!"
Kim Taeyoung's hand stroked her clit and the mouth of her pussy. Already wound tight, Su Yeoning let a lewd breath slip out.
"N-not there. Haht! Nnh!"
His fingers didn't stop. Su Yeoning rubbed her thighs together and couldn't hold still.
"Then where's there?"
"Hnn—where you're touching!"
"This is called a pussy. Say it. Pussy."
"Haaahn, nnhhh..."
Kim Taeyoung's fingers worked without mercy. Slick ran until it pooled in his palm, and his cock was so hard it hurt. He wanted to drive it into her like this. Break the hymen and come inside her womb.
He held the urge down. He could take Su Yeoning's virginity whenever he wanted, and that was why waiting was possible. If he was going to fuck her, he wanted it in a moment even more perfect, even filthier.
"Haa. Finish rinsing off, and let's get out of here."
"Hnn..."
The long game in the bathroom ended. Toweling the water off, Kim Taeyoung laid Su Yeoning on the bed, climbed over her, and slid his cock between her breasts. If he couldn't use her pussy, he'd use these.
It sank into a natural G-cup. His cock was nowhere near small, and even so, buried in her chest, the head and half the shaft disappeared.
"Push them together. Both hands."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Keep squeezing. Until I come."
Kim Taeyoung rocked his hips. Honestly, the pressure of her breasts was nothing next to the grip of a pussy. But the simple fact that breasts like these could do this at all lit a pleasure that was all in the head. He caught her nipples, twisted, and drove his hips hard.
"Hnngh, aah! Oppaa!"
Su Yeoning felt a little heat of her own, because he kept rocking and tormenting her nipples. Something else came with it. Relief.
Back in the bathroom, when he'd branded her an exhibitionist, she'd felt as if she'd done something terribly wrong. Watching him now—astride her stomach, hips working desperately against her breasts—her heart settled.
This was sex a long way from ordinary. A strange appetite. Nothing in the sex she knew included driving a cock against a woman's chest. She'd heard of a woman doing something with her breasts, yes, but not this.
Anyway, seeing Kim Taeyoung pour real lust into her chest, Su Yeoning relaxed. So people really did have all kinds of kinks. Maybe he was right, and exhibitionism really was practically mainstream.
"Spread your legs! Now!"
"Huh? Yes!"
Even the breast sex found its end. Catching the rush of orgasm, he scrambled up, aimed the cock in his fist at Su Yeoning's lower body, and let go.
Glug. Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.
Hot semen fired in a heavy load, and Su Yeoning's lower half was fouled with it. She didn't understand what the moment was supposed to mean. She lay frozen like that while Kim Taeyoung pulled the phone out again.
"You've got something like a pen in your makeup, right? Mascara? Concealer? What was it called?"
"Nnh. A pencil? Why..."
"You stay just like that."
He dug through Su Yeoning's bag, came back with the pencil, and started writing today's date across her thigh.
December 5, 2025. First sex (hymen intact)
Then he took the picture. It came out obscenely perfect—a lower body plastered in semen, thighs spread, the hymen still visible inside her pussy. Was there a shot that hit harder than this? Already he was looking forward to the virgin pussy he'd take someday.
For that, he'd have to break her in fast. Kim Taeyoung wiped the semen off her lower half with a towel, rough and quick, and started working her with his fingers. Until she'd come again and again. Until she was too spent to stay awake. It was a hot night.