Just Spread Your Legs... I'll Photograph Your Hymen and Show You
Really, nothing had happened between us.
"You, fuck… you don't remember, do you?"
"Bullshit! Get the hell out of the way!"
"You beat the shit out of me like a dog, and now you're screaming at me to get out? Do you even have a conscience, you fuck?"
Honestly, I was starting to think the only thing that ever occupied this bitch's head was sex.
No matter how naked we'd been when we tangled up and fell asleep together, I couldn't wrap my head around how that automatically equaled sex.
Sure, I'd groped Areum's body a little last night.
And yeah, I'd rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks in something that definitely counted as frottage—but there had been absolutely no penetration. So calling last night's mess rape was just plain wrong.
Probably because we'd passed out without cleaning up, the jizz still smeared on both our bodies had sparked a little misunderstanding…
"I, fuck… haah… rape, my ass. Listen carefully, you cock-sucking idiot—don't you dare say that shit."
"Let go! Get out!"
"…Are you even listening to me right now?"
"Fuck off, you retard!"
"Haah…"
We weren't communicating at all.
We just kept spitting words at each other. I was trying every way I could to make Areum understand, while she just thrashed around trying to escape my arms.
"Ah, for fuck's sake. Hey, we done?"
In the end I climbed off her first and tried again.
"Done? Fuck, what the hell is done! I'm reporting you! You're gonna rot in prison eating shitty bean rice!"
"Haah… bullshit. Hey! Calm the fuck down first!"
"Calm? Caaalm? Do I look like I can calm down right now, you fuck!? Do I look calm!?"
Areum jabbed a finger at me, veins bulging in her neck—except she was completely naked, so my eyes kept drifting to those fully exposed tits.
"Hey… just wait a second."
I scrambled down to the floor.
From the still-soaking pile of clothes I grabbed whatever my hand found first and held it up for her to see.
"See this? Last night, fuck… we got soaked in the rain, you were wasted on top of that, so we ended up here."
"So what! If we got soaked and I was drunk, does that mean it's okay to rape me? Huh! Is rape okay then!?"
"Hey, outside… haah, people can hear. And I didn't rape you, you fuck, I didn't!!"
"How am I supposed to believe that! Look at this blanket and bed—your cum is everywhere! You bastard!"
I was past awkward and straight into pure injustice.
This level of misunderstanding was next-level. I actually thought I'd feel less wronged if I really had raped her.
I racked my brain for a way to clear up this fucked-up mess, and eventually landed on something that wasn't perfect but was close enough.
"…Hey, don't get the wrong idea—just answer honestly. Have you ever had sex?"
"Y-you crazy bastard!"
"No, stop with the cursing. So, have you had sex or not."
"Wh-what the hell are you even asking me right now! If I haven't, are you gonna take responsibility or something?"
"Fuck… please stop with the cock-sucking nonsense and just answer. Have you done it. Sex."
"……."
"You haven't, right? You haven't. That's it, isn't it?"
Areum's face was turning redder and redder, blotchy with rage.
Same reaction as last time. Exact same.
Judging by that alone, she looked like a pure virgin who'd never been touched.
And if she'd ever had a boyfriend, there's no way I wouldn't have known, so maybe it was only natural.
"None, right? Never had sex?"
"Th-then have you!? And since when is having sex some kind of badge of honor?"
"No… that's not the point right now."
"…What the fuck are you even saying! So what then!"
"What I'm saying is, if I didn't rape you, then you should still have your hymen, right?"
"……So? Fuck, are you telling me to check my own h-hymen or something?"
"This is so goddamn frustrating. I said I didn't rape you. So your hymen should still be there, right? And that would be rock-solid proof I didn't, wouldn't it? You keep screaming that I raped you, but no… I really fucking didn't."
I felt a tiny twinge of regret that I hadn't spread her pussy open overnight to check.
If Areum wasn't actually a virgin—if she'd already lost her hymen to finger-fucking or something—then I'd automatically become a rapist. That little landmine was still sitting there. But right now I wanted to believe in her purity.
"You, fuck… if your hymen is still intact, I'll take exactly twice the beating you gave me. We'll call it even. Got it?"
"B-bullshit!"
Up until now she'd been fine strutting around naked in front of me, but the second I mentioned her hymen she snatched a blanket off the floor and wrapped it around herself like a burrito.
"I-I'm hurting like hell down there right now too, you know? You think I'm accusing you for no reason? It's basically certain! Otherwise it wouldn't hurt this much!"
She pointed between her legs where they stuck out from the blanket. That was probably just from me grinding my cock against her pussy so hard last night.
Definitely friction, not the pain of penetration.
But right now I had to play completely dumb.
"Fuck off and just spread your legs. I'll take a photo of your hymen and show you."
"You crazy bastard!"
"Why? We need to check. If the hymen's there, that's ironclad proof, isn't it? Or what, are you suddenly shy? After everything? We've already seen every last thing there is to see on each other."
"Th-that and this are completely different!"
"…This is so fucking unfair. You've stared at my cock all you wanted, but flashing your pussy is somehow a problem."
Areum was still acting like her cunt was some priceless treasure.
At this point I was almost glad for the reaction.
So I pushed a little harder.
"You walking around naked and this are not the same fucking thing."
"Ah, then what the hell do you want me to do. Should I just call the cops like this? Say you raped me? And call Mom and Dad too so we can brag about it? But then what happens when the hospital does every test and finds zero evidence of rape? What are Mom and Dad supposed to do then. How are you and I supposed to look each other in the face after that? You okay never seeing Mom and Dad again?"
"Haaaah……."
My not-quite-threat was landing pretty well.
Areum buried her face in the blanket and shoved it between her legs.
"Hey, Park Areum. Look, fuck. I get that you're freaked out, but aren't you overreacting just because I stripped you so you wouldn't catch a cold after getting wasted? And honestly, I jerked off looking at you. So what? A guy's allowed to jerk off, isn't he?"
"You crazy fuck… please shut up…."
"Yeah, fuck. And I groped your tits a little, so what! I was wiping you down with a towel and my hand just brushed them! Is that some capital crime? Are your tits that expensive? Go ahead and feel mine all you want then."
"Please just shut the fuck up, you retarded bastard…."
Her voice was getting smaller and smaller; it looked like the situation was finally winding down.
"…Hey, but you're being pretty fucking bold, huh? After threatening me and spewing every kind of bullshit you could think of."
Even at the very end she was still resisting in that teary voice, and I looked down at her with pure contempt.
"Ha, if that pisses you off so much you shouldn't have been streaming in the first place. Who told you to flash your tits on camera? Did I threaten you into streaming? You got caught doing it yourself, and this isn't a threat—it's justice being served. Got it?"
"…Ha, fine. I want to be alone so… just get the fuck out already. Go book another room or… whatever, you figure it out…."
The situation seemed over, yet she was the one ordering me out of the room.
"Not gonna do the hymen check? I'll help you."
"Get out, you fucking bastard!!"
I barely shifted my weight and she freaked out, scrambling to cover herself.
"Ha, and if you don't like it, you leave. Don't scream at me when I'm just sitting here."
I had zero intention of leaving no matter what she yelled.
The more she thrashed, the closer my body drifted toward the bed.
Thud—
"Hey, you not leaving? I'm completely naked right now."
"And I'm dressed? And I already told you. Exactly twice the hits."
"……."
I raised my hand toward the silent, glaring Areum.
"Aagh!"
Then I yanked the blanket she'd buried herself under clean off to the side.
"What are you doing."
"G-give me the blanket!"
Areum was face-down on the bed, both hands flung back to cover the crack of her ass.
Thanks to that, the side of her breast was fully on display—plenty of eye candy all by itself.
"We finish the tally first. You see the state I'm in?"
Scratches covered my arms, chest, stomach, legs—plus scattered blue bruises.
My face was throbbing and my eyes stung; it had to look like shit too.
"…S-sorry."
Whether she lacked the courage to spread her legs for me or whether she finally felt my sincerity, she softened a little.
"If I count every single one of these and hit you exactly twice as many times, I start feeling like a petty asshole. How about we just clean it up nice and neat with ten hits total?"
"…Haah, I said I was sorry."
"I'm not the bold one here—you are. You beat a guy half to death and then just 'sorry'? Fuck…! Hoo, fine, I'm holding back. So take ten hits. Then we're even, okay?"
While the words left my mouth my eyes roamed every inch of her body.
Starting from those plump, swollen ass cheeks and the sharp jut of her hips, down the pretty curve of her waist, past the firm side of her torso, until my gaze locked onto the breast that poked out sideways.
Areum must have noticed; she was trembling all over, teeth clenched tight.
"Get properly face-down, you fucking bitch. Exactly ten hits."