Inspection
"You said a Black Knight’s wish... so you have to grant it, right?"
Na-yeon’s shoulders jerked again. I slid my hand straight into her shorts without hesitation. The heat pouring through her thin cotton panties raced up my palm in a shiver. Her body had long since gone past its limit under the alcohol, the guilt, and the pleasure she couldn’t refuse. Even with her senses half numb, the stimulation was only sharpening her nerves all the more.
"I have to inspect your pussy. Our baby’s pussy."
My voice was low and firm. I let the mask of adult tenderness drop for a moment and filled the space it left behind with sadistic possessiveness and the urge to dominate. Na-yeon bit down hard on her lip, trying to hold back a groan as my fingers brushed against her again and again. But she couldn’t hide the rough breath leaking through her nose.
"A-ah... sir... Ji-eun... Ji-eun can hear... wait a second..."
With a trembling voice, Na-yeon tried one last time to resist. But the place my fingers had reached was already slick with desire. After what I’d done to her, and after she’d gone to a motel with her boyfriend yesterday, her body was responding under my hand with a raw honesty that made all of it meaningless. The arousal seeping from between her folds soaked over each joint of my fingers, sticky and warm.
"You said words wouldn’t work. But here, your body’s already waiting for me."
Her body was proving a primal thirst her boyfriend from yesterday hadn’t been able to satisfy. I pressed deeper against the wet heat and lightly bit her earlobe. My hot breath pushed into the shell of her ear, and Na-yeon’s whole body sprang upward.
"Did he rub you right here like this?"
"Aah... ah..."
When I roughly pressed the sensitive nub with my fingertips, her hips arched like a bow and shoved into the bedsheets. The fact that Ji-eun was in the same apartment was both terror and catalyst, making her senses unbearably sharp. The tension of doing something forbidden was numbing her brain more viciously than alcohol ever could.
"Writhing down here like this?"
"D-don’t say it like that... ngh."
"And did he put his fingers in like this too?"
"Ahn... no. Haa, sir..."
"Did you like it? Like this?"
Instead of answering, I stretched my fingers and drove them mercilessly into the tight opening. The obscene, wet friction broke the silence of the cramped room. Na-yeon clamped both hands over her mouth. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed down a scream. I curled my fingers like a hook and brutally ground them deeper inside, raking and probing from the entrance inward. Watching Na-yeon spill so much juice it ran all the way to the back of my hand, I took her body apart to my satisfaction.
The hot, swollen walls of her cunt tightened around my fingers as if they meant to swallow them whole. Seeing her flailing in pleasure, I felt the last thread of reason in me start to snap.
"Did he fuck you like this?"
"Nghh... no."
From the entrance to the deepest place inside her, I kept thrusting and grinding with the single-minded intent of erasing every trace that bastard might have left behind yesterday.
"Did he cum while he was fucking you like this?"
"A-ah! Hah! S-stop..."
I pushed my fingers even deeper and brutally stretched her from within. Na-yeon could no longer even scream; she only made choking sounds and clawed at the sheets.
"If I fuck you, this is what happens. When he fucked you yesterday, did you think of me or not?"
"Aaaagh! I did... ngh..."
The sensation of her hot inner walls clamping around my fingers like she’d lost her mind made my own reason blur. In the end, I undid my belt buckle and roughly pulled my cock free. Seeing it stand there, swollen to bursting, Na-yeon panicked and shook her head.
"Ji-eun will really see, no... sir, please..."
At that instant, a cold sense of reality cut through me. It had been a little while since the bathroom sounds had stopped altogether. Ji-eun could come stumbling out of there at any moment, and if I pushed this further now, there’d be a disaster I couldn’t clean up. I steadied my rough breathing and stroked Na-yeon’s wet cheek.
"...Fine. I’ll go check whether Ji-eun’s okay and put her to bed. She drank a lot, so she’ll fall asleep fast."
I left Na-yeon’s ruined lower half behind and stepped out into the living room. The overhead light reflected off the sleek white wallpaper, and for some reason the room felt cold. The bathroom door was still shut tight, and only the sound of running water seeped through the silence. The eerie tension began to twist into worry.
Knock, knock.
"Ji-eun?"
There was no answer from inside. Ji-eun’s shoes were still by the front door, and in this tiny apartment there was nowhere else she could have gone. I knocked again and carefully turned the knob. The bathroom door opened at once, as if she’d been too drunk even to lock it.
"Ji-eun, I’m coming in."
"...!"
The moment I opened the door, the scene before me sobered me up instantly.
A foul stench punched me in the nose. It was a mixture of alcohol, vomit, and urine. Ji-eun was sitting on the toilet with her legs spread wide, completely passed out. The once-neat bathroom floor was already a mess.
Her chest was coated in spit. As if she’d thrown up all the liquor she’d downed, saliva and liquid had mixed together and soaked through her thin blouse until it had turned nearly transparent. Her lower half was even worse. She must have been trying to pee, because she was sitting on the toilet with her panties still half on, and in that state she’d apparently lost control and wet herself. Her panties sagged, heavy with urine, and the rest had run down her legs and pooled across the floor. The skirt she’d thrown off in drunken frustration lay rolling over the wet tiles.
The mind that had been heated by pleasure turned cold as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over it. My thoughts scrambled as I tried to figure out how to handle the situation. If I dealt with it alone and it was misunderstood later, that could become a real problem. I needed Na-yeon’s help. I rushed back into Na-yeon’s room.
"Na-yeon, I need you to help Ji-eun. Na-yeon!"
But Na-yeon didn’t answer. She was face-down on the bed, soaked below the waist, and seemed to have crossed her limit completely. My harsh hand play had apparently drained the last drop of her physical and mental stamina. I gave her shoulder a light shake, but her body only rocked like a doll’s, with no response at all. In that brief span, she had fallen into a deep, near-blackout sleep.
I went back to the bathroom. Leaving Ji-eun there like that would be dangerous, and I decided I had to erase the evidence and put her to bed. I was worried it might cause trouble later, but for now I had no choice. If I wanted the situation under perfect control, I had to clean up this disaster myself.
"Ji-eun, wake up. Come on, wake up."
I shook her several more times, but she still didn’t react. She was completely blacked out. I took the shower head and set the water to lukewarm. Then I gently turned Ji-eun’s head and rinsed the residue out of her mouth.
Next was her body. I carefully peeled off the blouse, which was clinging to her skin in a wet sheet. Ji-eun’s defenseless upper body was exposed. Smaller than Na-yeon, but with a pair of pale breasts that stood up softly and caught the eye. I used the shower’s pressure to wash away the filth clinging to her body. To make sure the smell wouldn’t linger, I worked soap into a towel and quickly scrubbed the urine-soaked lower half and the insides of her thighs before rinsing everything clean.
At first I’d been acting purely out of duty, but as I tidied the smooth, twenty-year-old skin that gleamed transparently with water, a strange tension began to travel through my fingertips. It felt like I had total control over this miserable, helpless scene. My cock lifted its head again and pressed hard against my pants, but I held onto my composure like a polished adult. Right now, perfect cleanup came first.
I hurriedly dried the water from her body with a towel, then carefully lifted the limp Ji-eun up and carried her. Her body was warm against my back, the alcohol smell gone now and replaced by a faint soap scent.
I took Ji-eun into her room and laid her down carefully on the bed. In case she threw up in her sleep and blocked her airway, I propped up her pillow, turned her head to the side, and covered her with a blanket before leaving the room.
I went back to the bathroom. I rinsed the soiled panties, blouse, and skirt with the shower head first, then lathered them up with soap and stuffed them into the washing machine. The mess scattered across the floor was scrubbed away without a trace using the shower and a brush, and only then could I finally let out a deep breath.
Back in the living room, I silently started tidying the table from earlier’s drinking session. I cleared away the discarded bottles and delivery trash, then wiped the floor clean. After I’d more or less finished, I leaned against the cold living-room wall and wiped the sweat from my brow.
In the hush of dawn, only I was awake in the same space with two girls asleep like they’d collapsed, their bare skin exposed in their helpless sleep. The fact that I had erased and controlled every secret and every filthy trace in this house with my own hands left me swept up in a deep sense of superiority, as though I had become the only observer, the absolute ruler of this space.
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