Chapter 18: That Pool Everyone Knows (18/377)

Bora pushed herself up off me and dashed into the shower room. This time, she stayed inside for a good long while. Through the glass door, I watched her showering before collapsing to the floor in sobs. Even from a distance, I could feel her despair. It seemed she hated the fact that she'd felt pleasure from it even more than the forced sex against her will.

Beautiful. Her despair was all the more stunning for its sorrow.

Ah, I get it. A hunch hit me that this would make for a killer scene in the movie starring her.

Soon enough, Bora stumbled out of the shower, looking utterly drained. She flopped down on the sunbed right in front of the shower. Was it exhaustion, or despair and rage? Hard to say. But thinking back to that intense third round, fatigue was probably the main culprit.

Me? I wasn't tired at all. Must be the Master Card <Stamina>. I'd cum three times in a row, but I could probably go another two or three.

While she rested, I took a quick shower and approached the sunbed where she lay. She looked terrified again at my approach.

"Just lie there."

A weak sigh escaped her. But we weren't done. I wanted to test the limits of my stamina. Not that I wanted to torment her further. So instead, I straddled her face and started jerking off.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Bora stared up at me in disgust.

"Don't worry about it."

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just wanted to see if I could cum again, and I needed something to jerk to. Stroking myself while looking down at the face of this contemptuous wife brought pleasure rivaling full-on sex. Her expression twisted further, like she'd seen something repulsive. And the deeper her disdain grew, the greater my pleasure surged.

"Feels good?"

"Of course. You have no idea how thrilling it is to look down on a gorgeous woman like you. Ah, your husband probably doesn't either."

There are words you can say and words you absolutely shouldn't. What I'd just spat out was definitely in the latter category.

"You fucking bastard."

She ground her teeth. But then I noticed something odd. Bora was touching her own pussy. Her hand rested there, rubbing ever so slightly.

Why? I hadn't told her to.

It made sense when I thought about it. No matter the form, what we were doing stimulated her. And since she was cast as my actress, any stimulus turned straight into sexual arousal. And the stacking. We'd already fucked three times that day, plus she'd gotten off solo once. The cumulative buildup must be terrifying by now. The excitement she felt probably exceeded anything I could imagine.

They say the pleasure from stacking dwarfs anything from gambling or drugs. So even as she glared at me, her body was already feeling it. Her fingers sped up. Her lips parted slightly as she stared daggers. But she kept that taut tension in her face—she probably hadn't realized it herself. To resist the pleasure trying to dominate her, Bora glared harder. Unaware that her own hand was rubbing her lower half.

Then her other hand brushed her nipple. Her two most sensitive spots, both teased by Bora's own touch. Watching her lost in ecstasy, caressing her erogenous zones, got me so worked up I couldn't hold back. I came right on her face.

Her body shuddered. Not from anger—from pleasure.

For a moment, I savored the afterglow, gazing down at her. Bora was still rubbing her pussy.

"Ah!"

She startled, realizing what she'd been doing.

"You filthy fuck!"

She tried to sit up.

"Just stay there."

"What?"

Anger? Relief? I just looked down at her. Cum dripped from her face—some down her cheeks, some toward her mouth.

"Ugh!"

She made a disgusted face. But it wasn't true. Her hand was sneaking back into motion. Yeah, if she could control it herself, calling it worse than drugs wouldn't fit. Three fucks, one solo masturbation, and now this stimulus. As I watched from above, she rubbed her pussy diligently. You wouldn't be a man if that didn't get you hard. I jerked off again, staring at her cum-covered face.

Wow! This was a new level.

A woman drenched in my cum glaring up at me.

"If you wanna suck it, go ahead."

I magnanimously offered.

"Drop dead!"

She could still hold out? But her body was starting to writhe.

"Beg me to fuck you, and maybe I will."

"Die! Die! Go die!"

Still full of hostility. I bent my knees a bit, bringing my cock closer to her face.

"Hah! Haah!"

Her ragged breaths. Once more, her face was coated in my cum.

"You can wash up now."

I was satisfied. Five loads without much rest, and still no fatigue. Though my lust seemed tapped out. I picked a nearby chair and sat, leaving her behind. Watching her twitch on the sunbed for a while was a bonus.

"Here."

This was plenty. Three direct fucks with Bora, two facials via jerking off, plus her solo orgasm. More than enough for release.

"You can go now. Want a ride?"

I asked Bora after she'd finished showering.

"No... I'm fine. I can go alone."

Her reply came slower than expected. Not that she wanted the ride—it was probably just too exhausting to go solo. She looked wrecked, so I put her in a taxi home.

Truth be told, I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to hold her, lay her in bed, and bask in the afterglow of our passionate day. Not for more sex—just to cuddle. The exhausted neighbor wife looked so pitiful, stirring my urge to comfort her. Of course, it was also because she looked that beautiful.

But I desperately fought that urge and barely won. Holding and soothing her now would be too dangerous—for her and for me. No affection allowed. I had to keep tormenting her, and she had to keep resisting me endlessly.

What kind of perverted setup is this? How ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could a human do such a thing?

But I could. The old me never could, but now it was possible—and would be going forward. Tormenting one woman—what's the big deal? I could do far worse...

Hm? A chill ran through me. Like I'd thought something I shouldn't have.

Perfect timing—the notification snapped me out of useless thoughts.

"Auto."

Stamina was fine, but time was short, so auto-edit it was.

Editing wrapped up before day's end. Auto was a huge time-saver. The new video's title was auto-generated too.

The title's a mouthful. I could change it, but no point—it fit perfectly. A week from now, I'd get paid for today's Bora video.

Last time's 10 million was base 5 million plus 100% debut bonus. As expected—no surprise. Would be nice to know the guarantee earlier, though...

The next day, Sunday, I spent a brief moment with the neighbor wife. As usual, she knelt naked before me, glaring.

Before getting to today's task, I asked something I'd always wondered.

"Remember what you said in the elevator? That riding with me made you uncomfortable? What'd I do wrong?"

I'd been genuinely curious. Always wanted to ask. But held off, fearing it'd hurt. Now, after all this, I could take whatever she dished out.

Bora stared silently for a bit.

"You look scary... Being alone with you in that enclosed space freaks me out."

"Just my looks?"

A bit stung.

"Looks and you're huge? Like a bear... You know how scary that is for a woman?"

She looked up at me. She and I differed by almost a head in height. So, my size, huh. Guys sometimes flinched next to me too. But we'd greeted each other several times—she knew me as a neighbor.

"Haa... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Not wrong, I guess."

She wasn't done.

"Always felt like you'd do something."

Her eyes brimmed with accusation.

Eh? Yeah, now that she mentions it...

Speechless. To her, at least, I seemed the type.

But...

"Ever think your attitude is why I'm tormenting you?"

I thought it a sharp counter.

"I know what you are. If I hadn't treated you that way, you'd have left me alone? Even with my weakness in your hands?"

Sneer on her lips.

I was outmatched this round. Truth was, I'd lusted after her from first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sight. What man wouldn't, living next to such a stunner?

"Yeah. I'm that guy."

I admitted it straight.

The triumphant smirk vanished from her lips.

Who cares who wins a war of words? Today's business was elsewhere. I handed her the prepared envelope.

"What's this now? Seriously..."

Bora eyed the stack of 50,000-won bills inside, looking at me pitifully.

"How do you get cash like this? No big job, huh? Loanshark? You really think by month's end I'll beg you to keep this going? Pathetic... me."

Hearing her, I sounded pathetic. Toying with the girl next door, throwing borrowed cash, deluded into thinking she'd love me...

"Anyway, don't ask for it back later. Like you said, month's end and it's over. Though a loser like you might try blackmailing again."

Her scarlet lips spewed barbs like sharp spears into my chest. If I were truly the lovesick fool she described, her cruelty might drive me to suicide.

"Suck it."

What I could do was always one thing. Bora, who'd been dominating, stared in disbelief. As usual, she knelt, took my cock in her mouth, and glared. If eyes could kill, hers would.

No matter how she verbally abused me, I didn't care—I could use her as a sex toy. In the lazy afternoon, I enjoyed the haughty wife's service, laced with hatred and sincerity.

Yet this indulgence with her felt oddly familiar. Weird. No way, right?