Pussy Inspection
“Black Knight’s wish… I’ve got to grant it, don’t I?”
Nayeon’s shoulder jerked again. I shoved my hand straight into her shorts without hesitation. Through the thin cotton of her panties, searing heat flooded my palm like a current. Her body had long since passed its limit—alcohol, guilt, and pleasure she could no longer refuse had already broken her. The stimulation cutting through her dulled senses only sharpened every nerve to a razor’s edge.
“Time for a pussy inspection. Our baby girl’s pussy.”
My voice was low and absolute. The gentle adult mask slipped away, replaced by pure sadistic possession and the need to dominate. Wherever my fingers touched, Nayeon twitched faintly, biting down on her lip to swallow the moans. But the ragged breaths escaping through her nose gave her away completely.
“Ah… Uncle… Jieun’s… Jieun can hear… Wait a second…”
She tried one last trembling resistance. But the place my fingers had reached was already slick enough to smell of it. The fact that she had been used by me and then gone to a motel with her boyfriend the day before meant nothing; under my hand her body answered with total honesty. The juices seeping from her folds coated every joint of my fingers in sticky warmth.
“You keep saying no with your mouth, but down here it’s already waiting for Uncle?”
Her body was proving the raw thirst her boyfriend had failed to satisfy yesterday. I pressed hard into the soaked flesh and lightly bit her earlobe. Hot breath spilled into her ear and her whole body jolted.
“Did he rub you here like this?”
“Ah… ah…”
When I roughly crushed the sensitive bud with my fingertip, her hips arched like a drawn bow and drove themselves into the sheets. Knowing Jieun was in the same house terrified her and at the same time wound every sense tight as a spring. The tension of the forbidden act numbed her brain far more thoroughly than the alcohol.
“With your legs spread wide open like this?”
“Ah, don’t say things like—nhh.”
“Did he push his fingers in too?”
“Ahhng… No. Haah, Uncle…”
“Did it feel good? Like this?”
Instead of waiting for an answer I stretched my finger long and drove it mercilessly into the narrow entrance. Wet, explicit squelching sounds shattered the quiet of the small room. Nayeon clamped both hands over her mouth. Her throat worked desperately as she swallowed the screams. I hooked my finger and stirred roughly from the entrance inward, fucking her open. Watching the juices pour over the back of my hand, I violated her insides without restraint.
The fever-hot walls clenched around my finger as if trying to swallow it whole. Seeing her thrash in pleasure made the last thread of reason threaten to snap.
“Did he shove it in like this?”
“Hhhng… No…”
From the entrance all the way to the deepest part I thrust and scoured, determined to erase any trace the bastard might have left yesterday.
“Did he come inside you while he was fucking you like this?”
“Ah, ahhuk! Haang! S-stop…”
I pushed deeper still, forcing her open. Nayeon could no longer even scream; she only made choked, broken sounds as she clawed at the sheets.
“This is what happens when you get fucked by me. While he was inside you yesterday, did you think about me or not?”
“Aaaaah! I did… Ahk…”
The insane tightness of her scorching walls around my finger blurred my vision. In the end I undid my belt and yanked my cock free. The thick, straining length that sprang out made Nayeon flinch and shake her head hard.
“Jieun’s really going to see… You can’t… Uncle, please…”
A cold splash of reality cut through the heat. The bathroom sounds had stopped a little while ago. Jieun could walk out at any second; if I finished this now it would be a disaster I could never clean up. I forced my ragged breathing under control and stroked her wet cheek.
“…All right. I’ll check on Jieun and put her to bed. She’s wasted—she’ll be out in no time.”
I left Nayeon’s ruined lower half on the bed and stepped out into the living room. The white-toned wallpaper reflected the light in a way that suddenly felt cold. The bathroom door was still shut tight; only the sound of running water broke the silence. The charged tension began to turn into worry.
Knock knock.
“Jieun?”
No answer. Her shoes were still by the front door, and in a studio this small there was nowhere else she could have gone. I knocked again and carefully turned the handle. She had been too drunk even to lock it; the door opened at once.
“Jieun, I’m coming in.”
“…!”
The sight that met me the moment the door swung open sobered me instantly.
A foul stench punched into my nose—alcohol, the sour reek of vomit, and the sharp tang of urine all mixed together. Jieun sat slumped on the toilet, legs splayed wide, completely unconscious. The once-clean bathroom floor was already a disaster.
Her chest was soaked with spit. She must have thrown up everything she had poured down; saliva and liquid had turned her thin blouse transparent and plastered it to her skin. Below the waist was worse. She had clearly meant to pee and never managed to get her panties all the way off; she had wet herself right there. The soaked fabric sagged heavily, and urine that missed the bowl ran down her legs and pooled on the floor. The skirt she had apparently stripped off in drunken discomfort lay crumpled on the wet tiles.
The heat that had been roaring through my skull iced over as if someone had dumped cold water on it. How to handle this situation spun through my mind. Cleaning it up alone could create misunderstandings later. I needed Nayeon’s help. I rushed back into her room.
“Nayeon, I need you to help with Jieun. Nayeon!”
No answer. She lay face-down on the bed, lower half still dripping, already past her limit. The brutal hand-play moments earlier had drained every last drop of her mental and physical strength. When I shook her shoulder lightly her body swayed like a rag doll; there was no response at all. In that short time she had fallen into a deep, death-like sleep.
I returned to the bathroom. Leaving Jieun like this was dangerous; I decided to erase the evidence and put her to bed. Worry about later complications lingered, but right now there was no other choice. To keep the situation under total control I had to clean this mess with my own hands.
“Jieun, come on, wake up a little.”
I shook her several more times. Still nothing. Full blackout. I lifted the shower head and set the water to lukewarm. Carefully turning her head, I rinsed the residue from her mouth.
Next was her body. I peeled the soaked blouse carefully away from her skin. Her unprotected upper body came into view—smaller than Nayeon’s, but the soft white swell of her breasts was unmistakable. Using the shower pressure I began washing the filth from her. To leave no smell I soaped a towel and scrubbed the urine-soaked lower half and the insides of her thighs thoroughly before rinsing everything clean.
At first it was pure duty. But as I cleaned the smooth, water-glistening skin of a twenty-year-old girl, a strange tension crept up my fingertips—the feeling of complete control over this miserable, defenseless situation. My cock stirred again inside my pants, but I held on to the composure of a refined adult. Perfect cleanup came first.
I dried her quickly with a clean towel, then carefully lifted her limp body onto my back. The alcohol smell was gone; only a faint soap scent and her warm weight pressed against me.
I carried her into her room and laid her gently on the bed. To keep her from choking if she vomited again, I raised the pillow, turned her head to the side, pulled the blanket over her, and left.
Back in the bathroom I rinsed the filthy panties, blouse, and skirt under hard spray, then soaped them and dropped them into the washer. I scrubbed every trace of mess from the floor with the shower and a brush until nothing remained. Only then did I let out a long breath.
In the living room I quietly cleared the wreckage of the earlier drinking. Empty bottles and delivery trash were gathered up; the floor was wiped clean. When the rough cleanup was finished I sank against the cold living-room wall and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
In the silence of dawn, two girls lay unconscious and half-naked in the same small space, and only I remained awake. The knowledge that every secret and every ugly trace inside this house had been erased and controlled by my own hands filled me with a deep, absolute sense of superiority—the sole observer, the absolute master of this space.
