Chapter 9
Dirty.
Nayeon’s insides clenched around me in a frenzy. The instant she climaxed, every narrow, scorching fold convulsed as if trying to tear me out by the root. I gritted my teeth and held my hips perfectly still, letting myself feel every last pulse of her orgasm.
The walls of her cunt fluttered and squeezed; the thin latex of the condom was drawn taut by those deep, cooling contractions; the hot rush of her juices poured over me. All of it cut through me with perfect clarity. Nayeon could no longer even scream. She only parted her lips like a fish gasping for air and let out thick, broken breaths.
“Ah… aah…!”
She clutched the bedsheet until her nails went white, her whole body trembling. Her unfocused eyes wandered the ceiling; her lips hung slack and twitching. I stayed buried inside her until the storm of her climax finally ebbed, then yanked my still-swollen cock free in one stroke, fighting the urge to come. A wet, sucking sound marked the sudden vanishing of that crushing pressure.
The abrupt friction made her body seize. A hot stream erupted from between her legs. Clear liquid poured onto the sheets without mercy. Squirt. No—she had lost all control and simply wet herself. After the long, drawn-out orgasm control, her bladder had finally given way.
She came this hard just from that? Even I was startled. I kept my eyes wide open, determined not to miss a second of the sight. The faintly musky warmth of her fluids raced down her pale thighs and soaked the sheet in seconds.
Nayeon must have thought she was pissing. The knowledge that I was watching every humiliating second made her jolt in horror and cover her face. She tried to stop, but the liquid had already slipped beyond her control, trickling steadily and dragging her pride down with it.
“Ah, aah… I must be crazy… Mister… don’t look…! Please don’t look…!”
Her face flushed scarlet as she curled up, trying to hide. I pinned her shoulders down, stripped the condom off my cock with a sharp motion, and tossed it under the bed. Then I pressed the raw, vein-ridged length against her chest and stroked it hard.
“Stay still. I’m about to come. Nnngh.”
Before the words were finished, the thick, hot semen I had been holding back sprayed across her white breasts in long, relentless ropes. The sensation of a man’s come layering over the fluids she herself had already spilled across her body crushed her with a misery beyond words. She felt less like a person than a vessel collecting filth. I looked down at her and milked every last drop onto her skin.
“Mister… I’m so dirty, aren’t I… I must be really crazy…”
“Dirty? It’s what came out of our pretty Nayeon’s body.”
“Liar… You sick pervert… I really hate you…”
Trapped in my arms, she muttered weakly and tapped her fists against my chest in useless protest. Her piss, my semen, and the slick mess of her juices mixed together, soaking both of us. She writhed almost hysterically under the unreal shame, but I pinned her wrists and held her still. In the animal press of skin against skin, her resistance slowly drained away.
When the storm of excitement finally settled and only ragged breathing remained, I brushed the damp hair from her face and spoke in a low, gentle voice—like the kindest father in the world.
“Does it hurt?”
The warm tone was impossible to reconcile with the man who had just driven her like a beast. Nayeon could only shed silent tears. She couldn’t lift her head for the shame, but she gave the tiniest nod.
“A little…”
“Was it really embarrassing?”
“So… so embarrassing I could die… What am I supposed to do now…”
“It’s all right. You’re pretty. Let’s keep this our secret. Mister will protect it for you.”
I held her tightly as I said it again. She buried her face in my chest as if she had found salvation. Her legs were still trembling too much to stand, so I half-carried her to the bathroom.
Under the warm spray I held her limp body close, working soft lather over the nape of her neck, her breasts, and the insides of her thighs where the evidence of her shame still lingered. She surrendered completely, resting her forehead against my shoulder.
I took her soapy hand and placed it on my cock. After a moment’s hesitation she curled her trembling fingers around it and began to wash me with careful strokes. Warmth bloomed between our touching hands, and the bathroom filled with the clean scent of soap instead of the earlier musk.
Outside, I sat her on a chair and dried her wet hair with the warm air of the dryer. I combed the shampoo-scented strands one by one with infinite tenderness. In the mirror her dazed eyes watched me with the calm of a child being cared for by her father.
Back in the room I ripped the ruined sheet off and shoved it into a corner, then spread a fresh, soft blanket. I laid Nayeon on it and settled beside her. We lay naked, feeling each other’s body heat. For a long while she stayed silent with her face buried against me.
“I’m hungry.”
Those were the first words she spoke after a long time.
“Buy me spicy rice cakes.”
“Spicy rice cakes all of a sudden?”
“Yeah… I didn’t even finish that sandwich earlier… I’m starving.”
The unexpected boldness made me smile. I could feel her trying to act as if nothing had happened, desperate to forget the shame of reality. The pride that had been crushed to the floor was stirring again, driven by the simple instinct to survive. I ordered the rice cakes at once and forbade her to put on any clothes while we waited.
“I can’t get dressed?”
“No. Stay like this.”
“Mister, you’re a pervert to the end.”
She grumbled but obeyed without real resistance. After we had eaten our fill we lay naked side by side; she scrolled through a major textbook on her tablet while I watched YouTube on my phone.
An almost peaceful silence settled over us—impossible to believe we had been rolling in each other’s fluids only a short while before. When the night grew deep and I asked if I should take her back to her place, she thought for a moment and answered.
“No… I want to stay tonight.”
“Why? Don’t want to go home?”
“…”
She said nothing and simply burrowed closer into my arms. Whether the shame still clung to her or she feared the self-loathing that would wait for her alone in her studio, her wavering eyes turned toward me. Outside the window the darkness was absolute. I looked straight at her and asked,
“What do you want to do while we stay together?”
She couldn’t answer; her face only flushed deeper. The boldness she had shown while eating the rice cakes had vanished. She was a shy college girl again, eyes averted. Yet her completely bare body remained fully exposed under my gaze.
“Tell me. Now.”
I reached out and roughly cupped one of her full breasts, slowly rolling the sensitive nipple under my thumb. The moment I touched it the peak stiffened as if it had been waiting, and her breathing turned rough at once. The tablet screen she had been pretending to study no longer seemed to exist for her.
“What felt the best earlier?”
I asked the cruel question while my other hand parted her private folds. Even after everything she had poured out, her entrance was already wet again with clear fluid and flushed with heat.
“Aah…”
“Having dirty thoughts again? Why is it like this down here?”
“Ahk…”
A shame-soaked moan slipped past her lips. I lightly stroked the slick entrance. When I held the wet fingers up in front of her eyes, a sticky thread stretched between them.
“Going to make a mess again? Just like before?”
“Ah… it’s too embarrassing… Don’t say things like that…”
She shuddered at the sight of her own fluid stretching and turned her face away. The more she refused, the more honestly her body answered.
“Then why do you keep getting wet? So filthy.”
I brought the soaked fingers to her mouth and forced them past her lips. Her saliva mixed with the juices taken from between her legs.
“Suck.”
At the firm command she hesitated only a moment before wrapping her trembling lips around my fingers. Carefully, yet with great care, she licked and sucked them clean. The faint scent of herself on my skin made her close her eyes on the knife-edge between shame and pleasure.
“Good girl. Well done.”
At that single word of praise her body shivered as if struck by current.
“Mister…”
“Mm. Tell me.”
“Every time you say those… humiliating things… it gets hotter down there… I really must be crazy…”
“You’re not crazy. It’s natural. You’re pretty.”
She took my fingers deeper. The irresistible sweetness of submission was swallowing her whole.
