Chapter 112
“Wh-what is it?”
“Haha, this hair is hilarious.”
“D-don’t... don’t pull...”
“I’m not pulling. I’m just touching it ‘cause it’s cute.”
“You’re awful...”
Jang Eun-ah’s eyes brimmed with tears. She felt like her days as a woman were over. To have her anal hair grabbed like this... Even though he said he wouldn’t pull, he kept tugging, and it stung. Her asshole clenched instinctively. And she was showing all of this.
To a guy two years younger than her.
I’ll never get married now, she thought. No, even if she did someday, she’d never forget this moment. How could she forget having her shameful anal hair yanked by Yaseong? She’d carry it to her grave.
“I can never get married now.”
“Why not?”
Han Yaseong had just finished washing her pussy and asshole spotless with soap, wrapping up the cleanup. Senior Eun-ah pouted gloomily, her lips pursed.
“After all this, how could I ever get married?”
“Everyone else does. They break up, date again, get married. You know.”
“Is that so...? But I don’t think I could. After all this with you, meeting someone else... I couldn’t. I’d feel sorry for the guy, and it’d just torment me.”
“Hmm, Senior Eun-ah’s surprisingly conservative. I thought girls didn’t care about that stuff. Dump a boyfriend and they’re already fucking some new guy, right?”
“That seems so dirty. How could you even do it with another guy after? I don’t think I could.”
Jang Eun-ah had been forcibly taught chastity, making her conservative in matters of the heart. That’s why she saw Han Yaseong as her first and last man. But that forced conservatism had sparked a rebellious perversion in her too. She believed in no restrictions on sex acts themselves, but only one man for life—like a Joseon-era noblewoman’s fidelity. Just with a kinky, lewd twist added.
“All done?”
Jang Eun-ah was still holding her ass up in front of Han Yaseong. He wiped the wetness from Senior Eun-ah’s ass, asshole, and pussy with a towel, drying her thoroughly.
“Yep, all clean now.”
As he fondled her asshole and pussy with his hand, she blushed and lowered her hips in embarrassment.
“I’ll stay here a bit, so could you step out?”
“You wanna rest, right? Time to check that out now.”
“Ah, you’re too much... Please, not that yet...”
“No way. I have to see it. I’ve never watched a girl pee for real.”
“......”
Han Yaseong was already seated on the bath chair, legs spread, ready to watch. Like he was saying, go on, pee.
Jang Eun-ah felt like bursting into tears. Peeing in front of him? That was too humiliating. It’d be like becoming his female slave. But it was getting harder to hold. Her bladder was full. She’d downed almost a whole bottle of water—there’d be a lot. And she’d have to show the whole gushing spectacle live, right in his face. She was going mad.
“Hurry up and pee. Holding it’s bad for you. I’d love to film it on my phone, but I’m holding back.”
“You’re horrible... Sob...”
Her legs twisted, thighs rubbing together from the desperate urge. Han Yaseong laughed.
“Guess I’ve got a bit of a perv streak. Girl pee looks so pretty. It’s the ultimate superiority rush... Porn didn’t feel real, but seeing it live? Gonna be insane. I wonder if girls really piss like waterfalls. I thought they just trickled, but porn showed it stronger than guys—like a faucet full blast. That’s why I gotta see. Senior Eugene didn’t show it up close.”
“Eugene peed too?”
Jang Eun-ah gasped in shock. No way, Eugene?
“After sex, it was like incontinence. Just saw it dribbling from her urethra. And she peed on the toilet in the bathroom, but not up close ‘cause she was sitting. So you’re the first for a real close-up.”
“Then I’ll sit on the toilet too. That’s close enough.”
“Nope. Junya wouldn’t allow it either. So the heroine ended up squatting on the bathroom floor to pee.”
“Aah...”
No escape. Jang Eun-ah sighed. To think she had to do this... She regretted showing him that manga. She’d thought he’d go easy, but he was relentless. A flicker of resentment sparked defiance. She couldn’t hold it anymore anyway, and if she had to show it, better to blast it all at once. She bit her lip.
“Fine, watch.”
She squatted in front of Han Yaseong, thighs spread wide, eyes squeezed shut, head turned away. He couldn’t tear his eyes from Senior Eun-ah’s pussy. The vertical slit quivered, prepping to pee. He’d fantasized about this from porn, and now it was real. He was so excited his dick hardened on its own.
“Sob...”
Jang Eun-ah squeezed her eyes shut, head averted, bearing down on her pussy. Her bladder felt ready to burst. Peeing right in a guy’s face—up close and personal? Mortifying. As Han Yaseong watched, her pussy lips trembled. Then a thin jet poked from the urethral opening. Moments later, a roaring shhh as piss gushed out like a torrent.
“Whoa!”
Han Yaseong clapped and cheered. He’d witnessed a real girl peeing. An insane amount poured from that tiny urethral hole—thicker than a guy’s stream. A true waterfall splashing the bathroom floor. Like a faucet cranked open in her pussy. Now he got why girls flush while peeing—the sound was deafening against toilet water.
His dick sprang fully erect. Watching a girl piss live was a dream. He loved Senior Eun-ah even more. That pretty pussy endlessly unleashing piss. She was pissing a ton.
“Hic-sob...”
Jang Eun-ah sobbed, eyes closed, head turned, as she peed. She’d shown it all to Yaseong. Her pissing... To a junior two years younger. As a woman, she was done for. And why was it lasting so long? That made it worse. If only it’d been quick, but it dragged on forever. She peeked— he was staring holes through her pissing pussy. Turned on, his dick stood like a mortar ready to fire.
Jang Eun-ah’s bathroom piss show finally ended. Piss droplets plopped from her urethral hole. She bore down to squeeze out the last drops, making her pussy flaps quiver. Exhausted, she couldn’t stand from her squat. Peeing felt relieving, but the shame drained her completely.
“It was so pretty.”
Han Yaseong, beaming with satisfaction, grabbed the showerhead again and rinsed her piss-soaked pussy clean. As it washed, Jang Eun-ah sniffled.
“If you dump me, I’ll die...”
“No dumping. After seeing this? Never.”
She was the first to show him her piss. No way he’d let her go. As a pledge, he smacked her pussy with his palm. The wet lips slapped stickily, making her jolt.
He toweled her pussy dry, then scooped her naked body into his arms like a princess and carried her from the bathroom.
As Han Yaseong princess-carried her to the bed, Jang Eun-ah thought, I’m yours now... No other guys ever... Ass up, asshole and pussy washed, even pissing shown. No turning back. She couldn’t face another man—not without guilt. Only shameless sluts hopped from guy to guy. Not her.
Han Yaseong laid naked Senior Eun-ah on the bed and promptly lifted her legs, spreading them wide. Her freshly washed clean pussy bloomed open. She gasped, hands flying to cover it. She’d hoped for a break, but this sudden spread made her tense and wary.
“Why?”
“Time to do it. We’re not done yet.”
“Just a little rest...”
“Rest later. Let me lick your pussy first.”
He pushed her hands away, exposing it fully. In diaper-change position, Jang Eun-ah gave up. She couldn’t beat Yaseong. Now she understood the heroine’s mindset in Devil’s Lover. No matter how she begged, the male lead did whatever he wanted.