SNS Addiction (1)
Sunlight spilled through the window, wrapping the house in a gentle warmth.
"Hmm, hmm~."
Seoyeon had left for class, so it was just Jeong-a and me at home.
We lay side by side on the bed, each fiddling with our phones, when a soft humming drifted over from Jeong-a's side.
"Hm?"
Curious what had her in such a good mood, I turned my head and glanced at the screen in her hands.
A blue social media app filled the display.
Come to think of it, I hadn't checked how Jeong-a had been handling her SNS since everything changed.
"Hand it over."
"Hmm, hmm… Huh?"
I reached toward Jeong-a, who was still grinning to herself at the screen. She looked up at me, bewildered.
"Your phone. Give it here."
"W-why…?"
Catching the mischief in my expression, Jeong-a pulled the phone protectively against her chest, anxiety flickering across her face.
"You call me Master, don't you? That means what's yours is mine. Do I need your permission? Hand it over. Now."
"……"
I kept my palm open, waiting. Jeong-a hesitated, still uneasy, then finally set the phone in my hand with a soft thud.
Phone in hand, I checked the screen to see what had her humming so happily.
And then…
"What the hell is this."
It wasn't the account she'd been using before—the one packed with photos and videos of men getting wrecked. This was a brand-new account.
And it was full of pictures of herself: wearing a chastity belt, or with clamp vibrators clipped to her nipples on days I'd ordered her to go about her routine like that.
"Th-that's… a secondary account! No—wait! It's my main account now!"
Jeong-a had started out stammering, but her face flushed deeper and deeper as she barreled on, thoroughly worked up.
"I only made it a few days ago, okay? And I've already got over a thousand followers! Way faster than the old one, seriously!"
She clung to me, staring at the screen with me while she talked without pause. The intensity of it was a little unnerving.
So this was what people meant by SNS addiction.
I never expected her to make a whole new account just to post herself like this.
"But why make a new one? Couldn't you just keep using the old account?"
"Th-that's…"
I'd asked out of genuine curiosity, but Jeong-a looked flustered.
"It's a little embarrass—no! The purpose is different! Totally different! That one's for people who want to watch men get wrecked! This one's for people who want to watch me get wrecked! Completely different vibe! Yeah!"
She cut herself off mid-sentence and scrambled to pile on excuses.
But I'd already heard it.
Embarrassed?
"Ahh. So what you're saying is, you'd be embarrassed if people found out someone like me is your Master."
"N-no, that's not—!"
"Okay. Got it. Now where did I put the chastity belt key…"
"Th-the key? Why…?"
"I'll unlock you so you can go find yourself a better Master. One you won't be embarrassed by. A Master Jeong-a can be proud of."
"……Huh?"
Jeong-a stared at me, thrown completely off by the turn.
I knew the truth, of course.
It wasn't me she was ashamed of—it was the idea of her past self colliding with who she was now, of that contrast getting exposed.
But still… this was fun.
"Haa. And here I was, totally clueless. I'm sorry. I never even thought about how you felt. Come on, over here. I'll take it off. From now on, instead of an embarrassing Master like me, you can find one you're proud of—someone you can show off to everyone without—"
"N-no, no! No! That's not it at all—!"
I kept needling her, and Jeong-a broke off mid-protest, snatched her phone, and started hammering the screen at lightning speed.
"H-here!"
I watched in silence. A moment later she shoved the screen right in my face.
The same blue social media app from before filled the display.
"What about it?"
I'd already seen these photos.
Her in the chastity belt. Her with clamp vibrators on her chest.
"Th-the account! Look at the account!"
At her urging, I scrolled up to check the profile.
"……"
For a second I thought I was seeing things.
I'd only meant to tease her a little. Jeong-a had gone straight into action.
Every photo from the new account had been reposted, identically, onto the one she'd always used.
The same account that had been full of wrecked men.
"Th-there! Happy now?! I'm not embarrassed of Hajun, so—!"
"……Pfft."
I couldn't even mess with her anymore.
One offhand joke, and she immediately acted on it out of sheer terror that I might abandon her. The only response I could manage was a helpless laugh.
"Okay, okay. I was kidding. But isn't your phone ringing?"
—Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
Jeong-a was still looking at me with a nervous, fretting expression when the phone in her hand started vibrating nonstop.
Not once or twice—the buzzing just kept going, without a break.
"It's not a call…"
She turned the screen toward me so I could see.
"……"
The post she'd just uploaded was already drowning in comments.
…
…
Her old account already had tens of thousands of followers, and the comments were still pouring in by the second.
Every single one of them looked completely baffled.
Honestly, I couldn't blame them.
No explanation, no warning—just a sudden dump of photos that were the exact opposite of everything she'd posted before.
"But is it okay to just drop photos with zero context? Everyone's asking what the hell this is."
At my question, Jeong-a snatched the phone back, clearly mortified by the comments.
"I-it's fine! I-I'm not going to post anymore anyway!"
"……Hmm."
As if this SNS-addicted woman could actually stop.
The same girl who couldn't even hold back from masturbating and ended up locked in a chastity belt?
"Don't be like that… Just give me the ID and password."
"H-huh? W-why the ID…?"
A promise she was never going to keep.
Better to drop the half-hearted act entirely.
"From now on, I'll manage it for you."
Might as well enjoy it properly.
"H-huh…?"
Jeong-a stared at me, stunned, and echoed the words back.
"I said I'll manage it from now on. People are curious how Jeong-a is changing, right? These were your fans all this time. Are you just going to throw them all away? You? Can you really do that?"
At that, Jeong-a lowered her head in a daze and stared at her phone screen.
—Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
The vibrations still wouldn't stop. Comments were still flooding in.
Leaving her to it, I picked up my own phone and downloaded the social media app.
And then…
"Here. Log in."
I held out the phone with the login screen already open.
"……Haa, haa……"
Whatever she was imagining, Jeong-a's breathing grew heavier as she stared down at my hand. Her breath turned rough and uneven.
Slowly her hand reached out, took the phone from me, and began tapping the screen with trembling fingers.
"H-here……"
When she handed it back, the social media feed was already logged in and waiting.
I smirked.
Yeah. That's more like it.
—Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
It had quieted down a little, but now even my phone was buzzing every so often.
"Hey, Jeong-a."
"Y-yeah?"
I looked at her—flushed, rubbing her thighs together, practically broadcasting what she wanted.
"Looking at the comments… people seem pretty curious. Should we take a photo first?"
"……What?"
I slid off the bed, grabbed the toys I'd stashed in the corner, and brought them over.
One by one I pulled them out and held them out to Jeong-a, who was already naked except for the chastity belt.
"Put this on. And this too."
With every item I set in her hands, she swallowed hard, throat working.
"Haa, haa……"
Even so, she hurried to fasten a collar around her own neck, clipped the clamp vibrators to her chest exactly like in the photos she'd already posted, and looked up at me.
I climbed back onto the bed and stretched out.
"Suck."
"……Gulp."
I tipped my chin downward. Jeong-a crawled between my legs and wrapped her hand around my cock.
"Who said you could use your hands? Nope. Not happening."
I sat back up, grabbed the handcuffs from beside me, and locked her arms behind her back.
She submitted quietly to my hands. Then she knelt between my legs, both wrists gathered behind her, and simply looked up at me.
"Alright. Suck again."
"Haa, haa……"
Slowly, her face drifted toward my cock.
With her arms bound behind her, she couldn't brace herself—and her face tipped sideways, cheek pressing against my shaft as she slumped against it.
"Jeong-a."
"Haa, haa……!"
The second she caught the scent of my cock, her eyes had already gone glassy.
When she looked up at my call, I held the phone in front of her face.
"Smile."
—Click!
On the screen: Jeong-a's blissed-out face, cheek pressed to my cock, breathing in the scent of it as she gazed up at me.