Unmasked Desires
“What, what are you doing?”
“Take your hands away.”
Han Yaseong grabbed Senior Eun-ah’s hands—which she’d clamped over her pussy after he yanked down her panties—and pried them aside. But Jang Eun-ah resisted desperately, still trying to cover herself. Showing that place to a boy two years younger was mortifying. She could suddenly understand why Choi Yujin had been so utterly humiliated the first time she bared her pussy to Han Yaseong. If Yaseong had been her age or older, it might’ve been bearable, but exposing her most private spot to a junior guy felt like the deepest shame.
She couldn’t match Yaseong’s strength, though. Once her wrists were locked in his grip, she was helpless. Her pussy lay bare once more, fully exposed. Jang Eun-ah wished she could just die right there. It was even more humiliating than when her father had examined her down there.
Yet strangely, a thrilling chill raced through her, prickling her skin like electricity.
“Senior Eun-ah, you’re just like me.”
Han Yaseong squatted in front of her, still staring. Senior Eun-ah’s pussy was impossibly beautiful. Neatly trimmed hair covered it, only heightening the erotic allure. His cock throbbed harder, swelling bigger. Knowing it was a virgin pussy, untouched by any man, made it all the more exciting.
“W-what do you mean, like you? Let go first. I’m not ready for this.”
Her skirt had been flipped up and her panties stripped down in an instant, forcing her pussy into view. If she’d had even a moment to brace herself mentally, it might’ve been okay—but this sudden ambush left her reeling. Her pussy was still on full display. Jang Eun-ah feared juice might leak out from the slit at any second. With her folds parted even slightly, the nectar inside seemed ready to spill. And sure enough, just from being exposed to Han Yaseong, her pussy was growing slick and wet.
Han Yaseong looked up at her flushed, flustered face and grinned.
“You’re super into naughty stuff, right, Senior? Me too. We’re alike. I don’t know why, but you strike me as really lewd. You act all innocent on the outside, but deep down, you wanna try everything. Am I right?”
“H-how would you know that?”
“’Cause I’m the same. I pretend to be all pure and innocent, but I’m dying with curiosity. Wanna try all sorts of things... And you give off the same vibe. Acting all prim and quiet, but it’s like you’ve got a dirty demon inside. Now I get what you said earlier. You know, when you told me I’d be shocked if I knew what you think about and do...? Probably the same as me. Who’d guess I’ve got over 500 porn vids saved?”
“Wait, really? That many?”
Jang Eun-ah couldn’t help but gape. Choi Yujin had said the same thing—that Yaseong seemed innocent but wasn’t, that he just played the part on the surface while harboring a sex fiend inside. Hearing that had only piqued her interest in him more. Because she was the same. She’d even masturbated secretly in the girls’ bathroom at university. No one knew. Not even Choi Yujin.
She used to do it every day, even locking herself in the clubroom once. She’d leave her own juices smeared on chairs and desks, secretly thrilling at the thought of the guys touching them. She was a bit of a pervert. She knew it. But having Han Yaseong see right through her was excruciatingly embarrassing. Her legs went weak, and finally, juice trickled from her pussy.
Drip...
Liquid seeped from the slit, trailing down her thigh. Han Yaseong saw it all clearly. She’s one of us. Senior Eun-ah was just like him. Pretending to be innocent while burning with lust for sex. Discovering this kindred spirit filled him with joy, like finding a true ally.
“Heh, see? Your pussy loves it too.”
Han Yaseong released her wrists and spread her parted folds with two fingers. More juice flowed, dripping onto the floor. Her pussy gushed steadily, as if welcoming its first comrade. His cock had swollen to its absolute limit. With her pussy splayed wide by his fingers, Jang Eun-ah’s head spun. She no longer had the will or strength to cover up. It was all out in the open now. To Yaseong...
“I... I feel so weak...”
Her legs trembled. The desires she’d hidden for so long were exposed. Jang Eun-ah’s strength drained from her limbs; she couldn’t stand anymore.
Han Yaseong pulled his fingers away from her spread pussy, stood quickly, and supported her.
“Feeling weak?”
“Yeah... I wanna lie down.”
“I’ll help you.”
Han Yaseong scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed in the room. Jang Eun-ah lay there with her panties still tangled around her knees. Everything felt laid bare—her strength utterly gone. She’d hidden it so well all this time... Pretending to be pure and demure, unknown to all. But Yaseong had uncovered it all. It felt like getting caught by your little brother while masturbating in your room. Her pussy kept leaking. As if blessing the revelation at last.
Overwhelmed with shame, Jang Eun-ah rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket over her glasses-covered face.
“D-don’t tell anyone... I’m not quite right in the head...”
“You’re fine. Everyone has sexual urges, guys and girls alike. No one goes a lifetime without masturbating.”
“It’s not just that for me... I’ve got a perverted streak. I know it. Others don’t... I’ve even masturbated in our clubroom...”
“For real?”
“Yeah...”
Han Yaseong was a bit shocked. He’d figured she just had an unusually strong sex drive, but masturbating in the clubroom? That was next level. He’d never gone that far. Why do it in the clubroom, of all places? No porn or anything...
“Hmm, sounds like you’re even worse than me, Senior. I do it at home, never at school... And in the clubroom? What if someone walked in?”
“I dunno... I just did it. Well, actually, I was fantasizing.”
“What kind? Fucking a guy?”
“No... I imagined getting gang-raped by the guys in our club... Right there in the clubroom, taken by five or six of them in a train. That’s what I masturbated to in that exact room... I’m messed up, right?”
“Nah, everyone fantasizes like that sometimes. I’ve jerked off to rape fantasies plenty. It’s just imagination. When you’re stressed, you need something intense to relieve it.”
“Is that what it is for me too?”
“Probably. You’re stressed out a lot, right? That’s how people cope. Totally normal. Well, not totally normal, but just a tiny bit off. As long as you don’t act on it harmfully. Some psychiatrist said everyone’s got mental issues. The real crazies are the ones without any. So don’t worry.”
“......”
Jang Eun-ah felt grateful that Han Yaseong understood. She could never tell anyone else this. Not even her father, whom she’d confessed the pussy exams to. She’d hidden this part, terrified of seeming too grotesque. But Yaseong had seen through it. No more secrets. Strangely, it felt liberating. She’d suffered alone for so long; now she had someone to open up to.
Jang Eun-ah lowered the blanket just enough to peek out with her bespectacled eyes and gazed at Han Yaseong.
“I’m not really that weird, right?”
“Everyone does it to some degree. You’re just a bit more intense... People without partners have nowhere else to vent their urges, so it builds up. Same for you and me—no girlfriends, so we go overboard. I used to think I was broken too. Downloading all kinds of porn every day, saving it, jerking to it... I thought I was nuts. Worried I might be a psycho. But then I did some adult erotic chats and realized I’m dead normal. Most people are way worse. Some girls even film themselves masturbating and post the videos. They love the guys commenting how hot it is—gets them so thrilled they post more. Pics naked in the street at night, videos pissing in fields... You’ve never done that, right? Never posted pics or vids anywhere?”
“No way... Too scary...”
“I kinda wanna, though. Originally thought about posting stuff with Yujin Senior... I’ve even snapped some pics, wanting to share. Haven’t posted yet.”
“You have some?”
Curiosity sparked in Jang Eun-ah. Pics with Yujin? She threw off the blanket and sat up on the bed. Her shame drowned under intrigue.
“They’re on my phone.”
“Show me.”
“Well... they’re of Yujin Senior...”
“I won’t tell. Come on, show me.”
Urged on, she finally got to see the photos on Han Yaseong’s smartphone. They were so explicit, Jang Eun-ah’s mouth fell wide open.