What Did You Do to My Body?! (1)
“Mmm...”
Slurp. Slurp.
I woke to the wet sound of something being sucked and the warm sensation wrapping around my cock.
Finally that bitch Jeong-a had come to her senses. She’d finally realized her place and was volunteering to service me on her own. Feeling generous, I started to reach out to pat her head—
Clank, clank!
Something stopped my arm cold.
“.........”
Not understanding what was happening, I cracked my eyes open and saw the handcuffs locked around my wrist—the same ones Jeong-a had given Seoyeon, the ones I’d used on her yesterday.
What the fuck.
“You crazy bitch...?”
Startled, I lifted my head, ready to curse out the girl sucking my cock, then clamped my mouth shut.
What the hell was this?
I’d assumed without a second thought that Jeong-a was the one working my cock right now. But Jeong-a was nowhere in sight. Instead Seoyeon was desperately, frantically sucking me off.
“Seoyeon...? What are you doing...?”
Slurp, slurp!
She didn’t answer. Her hands and mouth just kept moving, sucking harder.
“Pwah... Ha, Hajun’s cock... I have to clean it... It’s dirty... It smells like that other bitch... Dirty...”
Muttering like that, Seoyeon gripped my cock and climbed on top of me.
“H-Hnnngh...! I-I’ll clean it for you...! I have to erase that other bitch’s scent...!”
In one smooth motion she swallowed me into her pussy and started rolling her hips.
I tried to stop her, but the second I met her eyes I couldn’t get a single word out. Those eyes were blazing. One wrong word and things might turn dangerous, so I just shut my mouth and waited for her rage to burn itself out.
The long stretch of sex finally ended when Seoyeon collapsed from exhaustion. Even then she kept insisting it wasn’t enough; only after my desperate pleading did she reluctantly unlock the handcuffs.
“You said when you got here I was sleeping alone?”
“Yeah...”
After I’d finished punishing that crazy bitch Jeong-a yesterday, Seoyeon had apparently bolted over to my place the second she woke up this morning. But Jeong-a had already gotten up somehow and vanished, leaving only me lying alone on the bed, still asleep.
“Is that so...?”
Once Jeong-a had passed out, I’d unlocked the cuffs on her arms and spent the rest of the night switching positions, tormenting her without mercy. She must have snuck back to her own place while I was out cold. I’d planned to lock her up for a few days of proper re-education, but once she’d already run there was nothing I could do about it.
“But... she won’t really report me, right...?”
“Don’t worry, Hajun... If that bitch reports you... I’ll kill her...!”
“Hey! Yu Seoyeon! I told you not to say shit like that!”
Remembering how Jeong-a had sobbed and screamed that she’d report me if I didn’t stop right then did make me a little uneasy, but honestly, if she was going to report she would’ve done it already. If she’d left my place and called the cops, I would’ve woken up not to Seoyeon’s blowjob but to police forcing the door open.
“Hajun...”
“Yeah?”
“Before... you said this was the only time... that having sex with another woman was just this once, right...?”
“Th-that’s right...?”
Seoyeon’s expression was terrifying. I rolled my eyes like a frog staring up at a snake about to swallow it whole, desperately reading the room.
“And you said... you’d grant me a wish, right...?”
“Y-y-yeah...?”
“I have a wish...”
“O-oh. What’s my Seoyeon’s wish...?”
The space between us kept shrinking. I tried to edge backward as she closed in little by little, but eventually my back hit the wall.
“From today on... we lock ourselves in the house... and just have sex every single day...”
“...Huh? A-ah, Seoyeon, I’ve already cum so many times since yesterday until just now... I-I can’t cum anymore!”
My desperate protest might as well have been silence. She closed the last of the distance, grabbed me, and shoved me down onto the bed. The girl who’d collapsed from exhaustion minutes earlier was gone; whether she still wasn’t satisfied or simply wanted to brand my body with her own scent, her eyes had already rolled back.
“S-Seoyeon, you’ve got exams, right? You need to study! A student should be studying, not se—!”
“I don’t need any of that...”
Nothing I said reached her. Before I knew it Seoyeon was peeling my clothes off one piece at a time.
I’m fucked...
More than a week passed after that.
Jeong-a never contacted me and never showed up. She hadn’t reported me either—no police ever came knocking. Seoyeon, determined to keep her word, truly spent every waking hour outside of eating, shitting, and sleeping completely lost in sex. Whether her claim that exams didn’t matter had been sincere or not, she even skipped classes and refused to leave my place. I understood her fear that the second she was gone I might fuck that bitch Jeong-a again, but I genuinely had zero intention of getting involved with her anymore.
“Seoyeon. Starting tomorrow, go to class. You said exams are next week.”
“.........No.”
“You’re really taking advantage of me being soft... If you keep this up you’re actually going to get scolded...”
I’d just decided I couldn’t keep watching her spiral and was about to lay into her when—
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!
The doorbell screamed.
Bang bang bang!
“Hey! Lee Hajun! Hey, you bastard! Come out! Come the fuck out!”
Jeong-a’s voice, pounding on the front door hard enough to break it.
“.........”
“...No! I didn’t do a single thing after that! You know that! Seoyeon, you’ve been glued to my side every day—what could I possibly have done?! No! Don’t look at me with those eyes!”
A sudden chill swept in from the side. I turned and found Seoyeon staring at me with ice-cold eyes.
This was so fucking unfair. I really hadn’t done anything since then.
Bang bang bang!
Even while this was happening, Jeong-a’s fists never stopped hammering the door. The noise was shaking the entire building; if any neighbors showed up it would be a disaster. I hurried to the entrance and yanked the door open.
Bang.
“Aaaagh!”
The second the door opened Jeong-a barreled in, shoved me hard, and clung to me, sending us both crashing to the floor. She scrambled on top of me and seized my collar.
“What the hell did you do to my bodyyyyy!”
“.........What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch!”
“.........”
When I came to, all I could see was pitch-black darkness. No matter how I turned my head, nothing appeared. Fumbling with my hands, I pulled open the curtains covering the window and sunlight flooded in, brightening the room.
“.........”
That was when I noticed the handcuffs that had been locking my wrists were undone. I turned my head and saw his face.
Only then did the memories return—what had happened yesterday, what he had done to me. Everything after that was a blur. I didn’t even know how I’d gotten home. The only thought in my head had been to get out of there as fast as possible and report him. If I got caught, if he grabbed me again, I’d be put through hell once more—that single fear had made me desperate.
And so, after fleeing back to my own place—
“H-Hnnngh...!”
I shoved my fingers into my still-gaping anus and thrust them in and out over and over. For days after coming home I had holed up in my room, not even eating, lost in endless masturbation. Every time I steeled myself to report him and picked up my phone, the events of that day would flash through my mind and my body would catch fire.
Something was wrong with me.
Normally I lived at home without underwear, just a T-shirt. But since that day I’d been living completely naked, wearing nothing at all. Every time fabric brushed my nipples, every time anything touched my skin, the stimulation made me feel like I would lose my mind.
“H-Haaah...!”
I checked the blue SNS account, but the photo he’d threatened to post—or that I’d thought he had posted—wasn’t there. While I masturbated I scrolled through the pictures I used to upload one by one: a man bound head to toe with whip marks covering his body; a man drooling cum; a man’s anus stuffed with toys. Photos that once would have left me dripping with excitement... now did absolutely nothing for me.
“Hnnngh———!”
Then I opened my smartphone gallery and found the photos he had taken. Me on the bed, limbs bound, breasts and pussy fully exposed. The moment I saw them my pussy throbbed and pulsed so hard it hurt.
Something was definitely wrong. He... that bastard had done something to me. Did he drug me? Just what the hell did he do to make me like this...
“.........”
I should go. Go and confront him. Find out exactly what he did to my body. Find out what he did to turn me into this.
I got up from the bed at once, threw on clothes any which way, and stepped outside. Just a few steps past my front door, his place came into view.
“H-Hnnngh...!”
With every step closer my body reacted. I was walking of my own free will toward the place I had desperately fled. In my head I knew—I must not set foot in there again. The moment I walked back in on my own two feet I would never get out. But I...
Bang bang bang!
“Hey! Lee Hajun! Hey, you bastard! Come out! Come the fuck out!”
I could feel the corners of my mouth curling upward without my permission.
I was only going to check. To find out what he had done to my body. Absolutely no other intentions. Absolutely none.