Defilement
The fluorescent lights in the disabled restroom stabbed sharply at my eyes. The white glare was so intense it felt blinding. Beneath that merciless brightness, my body felt utterly exposed, without a single shadow to hide in. Leaning back against the cold tiled wall, I stared at the familiar structure dangling before me and felt a wave of crushing self-loathing.
Thick, elongated flesh. Veins bulging across the surface. A bead of transparent fluid glistening at the tip. It was the very symbol that had been attached to my lower body until just ten days ago. The source of pride that had obeyed my will for thirty-five years was now a weapon gripped in another man’s hand, threatening my lips.
…I should have just waited longer and taken a taxi.
The entire ride from Hoegi Station along the central line through Wangsimni to Seongsu Station had been torture. The vibrations of Line 2 had dragged the System’s debuff on my body to its absolute worst. Heat had begun blooming in my lower abdomen from the first moment, and every time the train stopped, the rumbling sank deep into my pelvis, transforming into an unbearable thirst. My panties were already soaked through, and the slippery sensation sliding down my inner thighs only fed the trembling need.
Amplifies all physical pleasure and sensitivity to extreme, uncontrollable levels.
Duration: Ongoing (Penalty)
To think I would run into Park Hangyeol in this state. The rich, handsome bastard from high school who played the model student in front of the teachers while stomping on people like me like insects behind their backs. The moment his hand closed around my arm, the Sensory Sensitivity the System had forced upon me had already melted half my reason away. I had no strength left to resist or run. I was simply dragged inside. The door locked. And then he forced me to my knees in front of him.
Even in the middle of this nightmare, my lower abdomen burned so fiercely it hurt, drenched beyond control. As his cock approached, nearly brushing my nose, the raw, fishy stench invaded my nostrils. The very thing that had once been part of my own body. The male symbol that had supported me from below now loomed over me in absolute dominance. My soul felt like it was plunging endlessly into the abyss.
…It’s completely gone now.
Yet I couldn’t cling to that self-loathing for long. The cursed sensitivity the System had implanted was gnawing away at my reason and awakening raw instinct. No one had ever taught me, but my tongue moved with practiced flexibility, as though it had finally found its rightful place. Pride, dignity—none of it mattered. A miserable, desperate craving to have someone, anyone, quench this bursting heat now ruled my mind.
I had lived thirty-five years as a man. And yet here I was, on my knees before this bastard’s cock. Even so, my body was brutally honest. The clitoris had swollen painfully, the inside of me clenching on its own, begging for more.
“What, never seen one before? Hurry up and suck it. You’re not gonna last without this, are you?”
Park Hangyeol’s arrogant voice rang through the restroom. He clearly believed he was the absolute master of this situation. But I knew better. I knew exactly how a man’s body reacted to every kind of stimulation, and which techniques could make arrogant predators like him lose their minds. The experience I had accumulated over two lifetimes as a man was instinctively searching for the most effective solution even in this humiliating moment.
With trembling hands, I slowly took hold of his cock. The warm, rigid pulse traveled from my palm through my entire body. The heat in my lower abdomen exploded like a bomb.
…I really want to die. But if I don’t do this, I’ll break first.
I closed my eyes and took the familiar yet grotesque part I had lived with for thirty-five years between my lips. At first, only the tip. Just the slightest touch. The moment the soft, burning flesh met my lips, a short “Ugh!” burst from Park Hangyeol. His hand gripping the toilet seat tightened in shock. It wasn’t simply because a beautiful woman had kissed it. My twenty-plus years of experience handling dicks were precisely attacking the most sensitive nerves concentrated in his glans and the groove just beneath it.
I moved my tongue slowly—excruciatingly slowly—circling and licking upward. I rolled the tip like licking a lollipop, breathed hot air across it like melting chocolate off a bar, and sucked with wet, deliberate pressure. Saliva spilled down, making his cock glisten obscenely.
“Hah, haa… What the fuck are you? How are you…”
His voice was already shaking. The commanding arrogance of the predator had vanished. He grabbed my hair in disbelief. To him, it probably looked like a horny beauty servicing him with divine skill. But I could feel it—his cock muscles were contracting in near-painful spasms. Throb. Throb. The thick flesh filling my mouth writhed wildly. His usual stamina that would have lasted at least ten minutes had already reached its limit in mere moments.
I deliberately slowed down even more. I gently rubbed the glans with the tip of my tongue, wrapped the soft inner walls of my mouth around his shaft, and sucked upward with rhythmic pressure. I didn’t take him into my throat yet. Not yet. Instead I squeezed lightly with my lips, coated him in thick saliva, and deliberately made the wet, filthy sounds louder.
Chup. Chup.
The obscene noises echoed off the tiled walls. His thighs convulsed. His hips began inching forward, seeking my face.
It’s coming.
The moment my instincts warned me, I tried to pull away—but Park Hangyeol was faster. With brutal strength he clamped both hands on my head, locking me in place.
“Cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming! Ugh, uaaaaah!”
Hot, bitter fluid spurted violently into the back of my throat. There was no time to resist. The volume was enough to block my nose. Tears sprang to my eyes as I held it in my mouth without swallowing. My cheeks bulged. Even after he finished, he kept thrusting, using my mouth until the very last drop. Only then did the veins on the back of his hand finally subside.
“…Haa, haa.”
Breathing hard, Park Hangyeol looked down at me with a sweat-drenched face. He roughly wiped the white streaks from the corner of my mouth with the back of his hand, then tapped my still-full cheek.
“Don’t swallow. Keep it all in there. Show me.”
Humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave. The fishy mucus filled every corner of my mouth, clinging stickily to my throat. And yet, bizarrely, the hellish thirst that had ruled my lower abdomen had only eased by the smallest margin. Instead, the membranes touched by his semen grew even more sensitive, screaming for the next touch.
…This is insane. Even this isn’t enough?
My reason screamed, but the System’s debuff continued to burn through my body. Obeying his order, I parted my lips slightly and showed him. The sight of an absolute beauty gazing up at him with dazed eyes, mouth overflowing with his cum. Park Hangyeol laughed with vulgar satisfaction, completely drunk on the view.
“Fuck, you dirty bitch… That mouth-pussy is a goddamn masterpiece.”
His large hand seized my chin and twisted it. Even after one orgasm, his cock hadn’t softened. It reacted to the warmth and saliva inside my mouth and rose again, hideous and swollen. His gaze dropped lower. To my pink training pants, soaked with leaking arousal, and the secretly swollen place beneath them. His hand reached down.
“Hey. I wonder how much better this part feels? Hm?”
I shook my head violently in terror. Because my mouth was still full of his load, I could only make muffled, pathetic whimpers. That seemed to excite his sadism even more. Park Hangyeol hesitated for a moment as if considering penetration, but then, as though he couldn’t forget the feeling of my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head again.
“Nah, it’d be a waste. I’m gonna cum in here one more time. This time I’ll shove it deeper, so don’t you dare spill a drop. Understand?”
Without waiting for an answer, he forced his half-hard cock back between my lips.
“Ugh, uup…!”
The previous load I hadn’t swallowed mixed with his brutal intrusion. He mercilessly yanked my head forward and drove himself all the way into my throat. This time he moved slowly, savoring every inch. All the way in, then out. In again. Enjoying the way my throat squeezed around him.
“Hah, haa… Yeah, that’s it. Feel how tight your throat is? This isn’t your first time, is it? Where the hell did you learn to suck cock like this?”
The intrusion was so deep it brought fresh tears to my eyes. I nearly gagged, but he ignored it and continued thrusting with slow, rhythmic force. Pressure and shame I had never experienced in either of my two lives tore through my mind. Yet paradoxically, that unfamiliar pain and pressure was slowly easing the burning thirst in my lower abdomen.
I realized instinctively what the System truly wanted. It wasn’t mere ejaculation. It wanted the complete process of me—of Cha Seolah—being perfectly, utterly subjugated by this humiliation.
The second climax was far longer and more violent than the first. Hot liquid flooded my mouth until my throat felt blocked and breathing became difficult, but he refused to let me go. The air inside the isolated disabled restroom grew thick with sticky, fishy heat.
He stared down at me with completely dazed eyes, then reached downward as if his reason had finally snapped. Any promise he had made was already forgotten.
“Hey, this won’t do. Just let me fuck you once. Yeah? If we leave it like this, you’ll get sick.”
His rough fingers seized the waistband of my training pants and began to yank them down mercilessly—right as a loud clunk echoed from outside.
“Hey! Anyone in there? I need to clean!”
A sharp voice accompanied the sound of the outer lock turning. It was the station cleaning lady. Park Hangyeol’s body stiffened visibly. No matter how arrogant he was, getting caught violating a woman in a subway restroom in broad daylight would be fatal even for him.
“Tsk, what fucking terrible timing…”
The instant he clicked his tongue and loosened his grip on my head, I moved on pure instinct. I shoved his chest with all my strength, spun away from the man who still hadn’t zipped his pants, and sprinted for the door.
Slide!
“Oh my, you scared me!”
The moment the door opened I brushed past the cleaning lady and ran madly toward the station exit. Behind me I heard Park Hangyeol’s flustered shout, but I didn’t look back.
“Hey! Where are you going?! At least tell me your name…!”
I flew down the stairs and burst out of the building. The outside air stabbed deep into my lungs. Only after receiving his two loads had the terrible heat tormenting my lower abdomen finally subsided to a bearable level.
I wiped the shameful traces from my mouth with my sleeve and headed toward Cha Seolah’s home.
Park Hangyeol… you son of a bitch.
The trauma that had existed only inside his memories had now been permanently branded into Cha Seolah’s body as an unforgettable sensation. My body still trembled faintly. The fishy taste lingering in my mouth felt like it would never fade. But the most terrifying thing of all was that even after all this humiliation, the System was once again gently, insistently stimulating my lower abdomen.
Next time… where will it lead me?