Min Sohee, Caught on Camera

Beep-beep-beep-beep—

Someone was punching in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the passcode on the department lounge door.

....!

Sohee jolted so hard she could feel her own heartbeat slamming against her ribs. She had checked. She was sure of it. There hadn't been a soul on this floor. And at this hour, who would even have a reason to come here?

...Who is it?

She forced her breathing steady and tried to quiet the panic clawing up her throat. It was fine. She had already cleaned everything. The puddle she had spilled across the floor was wiped away without a trace. Minsu's shirt was back in the locker where it belonged, and her soaked panties were tucked safely into her bag. Her pants were still a little damp, but she was sitting down, her lower half hidden behind the desk. As long as she didn't stand up, there was nothing to give her away.

Clunk—

The door swung open and someone stepped inside. A big frame. Broad shoulders.

"Oh. Sohee. Didn't expect to find you here this late."

It was Minsu. The owner of the scent she had just been drowning in.

She couldn't quite bury the fluster rising in her face, but she did everything she could to look like nothing had happened.

"Mm. I was gonna study a bit before I headed home... hehe. I've got a ton of assignments, and I didn't think I'd be able to focus at my place."

"Don't you usually go to a café?"

Minsu tilted his head, looking genuinely surprised.

"Ah...? Th-that's..."

Her mouth locked up. What was she supposed to say? She spun her brain faster than she ever had during an exam, hunting for something that would sound believable.

"It's... the time when everyone's heading to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cafés after dinner, you know? It'd be packed. Nobody comes to the lounge this late, so it's actually really good for focusing."

She got the excuse out just in time. Behind the curtain of her hair, cold sweat was already sliding down the back of her neck.

"That does make sense."

Minsu gave a small nod, looking convinced. She started to let the tension bleed out of her shoulders — and then he asked again.

"But why are the lights off? And there's nothing on the desk."

Another clean, precise cut from Kang Minsu. Sohee slammed her brain into overdrive once more.

"I was stud-ying... and then! I got sleepy, so I was gonna rest my eyes for a second... heh. That's why I turned the lights off and put the books away and just laid my head down. Yeah!"

This time the answer came a beat too late. She had let the thinking show on her face. What if he noticed something was off? A tingling rush dropped through her lower body, the same hollow lurch as a Viking ship ride plunging down its arc.

"Ah. Got it."

Fortunately, his expression stayed blank, as if he weren't thinking anything of it at all. Sohee had no idea what to do with the heart still hammering in her chest. All she could do was try to look as natural as possible — and the harder she tried, the more unnatural she felt.

"What about you? Coming all the way to the lounge at this hour."

Better to throw the conversation back at him. If she could just get him talking about himself, maybe she could sound like a normal person again.

"I left my phone here."

Minsu offered a small smile and started walking. His footsteps carried him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠toward a desk well away from where she sat — a cluttered one stacked with books, and standing upright among them, a smartphone.

There was a phone over there?

She hadn't seen it. Not at all. And looking closer now, it wasn't just lying there. It was standing up, wedged between the books.

Standing up?

She hadn't noticed a thing. She had been too far gone, drunk on his scent, touching herself in a daze.

"I worked out at lunch and completely forgot it. Spent the whole afternoon wanting to die of boredom without my phone."

"Ahh... I see."

She answered without any real warmth. Something about this felt wrong.

"Come to think of it, it's this Sunday, right? Our study session."

"Ah. Yeah."

"You didn't forget, did you?"

"Of course not...! I remember."

Minsu's tone was exactly the same as always. Sohee was the only one coming apart at the seams.

"Then I'll see you then. I'll get going. Are you going to keep studying?"

"Y-yeah... I was going to."

"Then I'll turn the lights on for you. You've got this."

Minsu slipped the phone into his pocket, flipped the lounge lights on, and walked out.

Thud—

The door shut. Silence settled over the lounge again, thick and complete.

W-wait...?

Sohee clutched her head in both hands. Her brain, unbidden, started playing her the worst possible version of what had just happened.

What if... Minsu noticed something and left his phone standing there on purpose? To film me?

The odds were low. She hadn't left a single trace. There was no way he could know she had stayed behind alone at this hour, high on the scent clinging to his clothes, touching herself. But she couldn't stop herself from running the scenario anyway. If even one of those fears turned out to be real, everything would come apart.

No... there's no way. There's no way, there isn't...

The cold sweat that had been sliding down her neck was pouring from her whole body now. What if Minsu had figured it out and left his phone here to record? What if that phone had captured her wearing his clothes, touching herself? What would he think if he saw that?

Aaah... aaah...!! Aaaaah!!!

If that reality came for her, she knew she wouldn't be able to take it.

"Hic—"

She folded forward onto the desk and buried her face in her arms.

"Hngh... huuuhh..."

She wept into the crook of her elbows, swallowing the sound, sobbing like her chest would split.

After picking up my phone from the lounge, I walked back to my studio with a spring in my step.

"Hehehe..."

The nasty little grin wouldn't leave my face.

The way she panicked, not knowing what to do with herself... delicious.

The second I saw her fluids smeared inside my locker, I knew. She had been using my clothes to get herself off. That was how she had been holding it together without exploding.

Lucky for me, she had no idea I'd left the phone there.

That was when the idea hit me. Leave the phone in the lounge on the sly and hit record. If I got the angle right, I could film her touching herself. To make the whole thing work, I had spent the entire time hiding in the men's bathroom — because she had been pacing the hallway and poking her head into lecture rooms, making sure the floor was empty. Unfortunately for her, the men's bathroom was the one place she couldn't check. So she relaxed, decided she was alone, and lost herself in it.

And this was the result.

A complete success. A side profile of Sohee with her nose buried in my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clothes, fingers buried in herself, captured in raw, explicit detail.

Well, well... this girl walks around acting so refined, and the whole time she was a filthy bitch in heat.

She had always looked like men didn't even register on her radar. Watching her frantically work her own cunt, drunk on my scent, with no idea she was being filmed — now that was a show.

Of course, the reason she had ended up like this was that she had ingested my magical saliva. But my saliva only wakes up what's already sleeping inside someone. It doesn't paint a new person over the old one. Which meant the Sohee on that screen was, without a single discrepancy, Min Sohee herself.

I really do have an eye for women. She's more than enough to be my first thrall.

As the first step back toward becoming the Demon King of Lust, Min Sohee was a vessel without a single shortcoming. All I had to do now was break her in, little by little, to my tastes. The most powerful weapon I could use on her was already in my hand. It wasn't going to be difficult.

I'll be seeing her this Sunday.

Our regular English study session was only a few days away. That was when I planned to start cooking her. Until then, she would keep twisting herself into knots.

I'll play with you to my heart's content, Min Sohee.

I already knew exactly how sweet it was to seize the psychological high ground and then make a woman dance however I wanted. Just imagining what she would think, what she would do, at every word out of my mouth was enough to put a smile on my face. Between my legs, the thing hanging there was already standing at full, rigid attention.

The weekend I was supposed to meet Sohee arrived. We had agreed to use the same café as our first study session. I got there first and sat sipping an Americano.

Hmm... her KakaoTalk's been completely normal. I wonder how she'll be in person.

We hadn't crossed paths at school these past few days. She was probably avoiding me on purpose. We still had the study session to deal with, though, so we had been texting — and over messenger, she had been her usual self.

Hehe... how should I rattle her.

She probably wasn't sure whether I knew she had touched herself in the lounge. For now, I planned to play dumb and shake her apart a little at a time.

Bzzz—!

I wondered what kind of face she was going to show me. I buried the nastiness overflowing inside me as deep as it would go, pulled out the mask of a clueless, innocent underclassman, and settled it over my face.