Childhood Friend Writhing in Ecstasy Under a Hulking Thug – Unbearable Jealousy Surges as I Watch
It wasn't easy. Sometimes, I couldn't hold back against some inexplicable urge and ended up jerking off, only to be tormented by an indescribable guilt afterward. Every time I did that filthy deed, the person who always came to mind was Jiyeon.
Oh God! Was I no different from other guys? The owner of those disgusting eyes that made her so miserable. No! I could never become that kind of sleazy bastard. To stay by her side, I absolutely wouldn't let myself turn into a dirty man.
It was tough, but it was worth it. Jiyeon saw me as the only man in the world she could trust. That was enough. I could do anything to protect her purity.
But one day, my world came crashing down. A ruthless bastard wedged himself between Jiyeon and me, ruining my love.
After starting college, Jiyeon said she wanted to become a model. The biggest reason was probably financial. Her family wasn't well-off. She probably wanted to help her parents even a little. And she declared she wouldn't keep running from people's stares anymore. People would keep eyeing her chest from now on, but she wasn't going to hide it forever.
Yeah. I got it. And I wanted to support her. I didn't like the idea of her showing off those prominent tits in photos to others, but I tried to back her courage.
One day, Jiyeon went to some office to apply for modeling. She said she might even have to shoot underwear photos. What the hell? Underwear photos? I wanted to stop her. But I couldn't. I wanted to be the kind of man who respected her decisions.
I should've at least gone with her. But I was too scared of her hating me to even suggest it. That was probably the biggest mistake of my life. I'll regret it until I die.
That evening, she didn't contact me even late into the night. I texted her several times, but no reads. I was terrified. My heart felt like it would burst. She's gone to pose in her underwear for strangers and isn't replying—what the hell is she doing? If I'd known, I would've thrown a fit and tagged along.
I kept texting. Late at night, I couldn't wait anymore and called. I knew she'd be mad, but I couldn't take it. I was seconds from calling the cops.
Thank God she picked up. She said nothing was wrong. But her voice sounded off. Tired? Or scared? Is something happening? You're with a guy? Eating while on the phone? Why are you slurping like that? Why the gasp, and why that weird noise?
Suddenly, a horrible thought hit me. Drugs? Don't take anything he gives you! I warned her over the phone that bad people sometimes spike food to knock you out.
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry too much. I'm not a kid anymore."
Her voice sounded strangely weak.
"Where are you? I'll come get you. It's too late—could be dangerous."
"Kyaa!"
A scream came through the phone. My heart pounded. No! What's happening? What the hell are you doing? I wanted to rush to her right then. But she calmed me down, saying it was nothing.
What should I do? Call the cops? Huh? You spilled something? Why lick it up?
Suddenly, weird noises leaked from the phone. Ugh! Something unidentified stabbed my chest. What? What's going on right now? What are you sucking on so hard?
Fear flooded me. Things my head couldn't comprehend were happening.
"I'm fine. Don't worry—just go to sleep."
Jiyeon tried her best to sound calm. But I could tell. After all our time together... But... somehow, her voice felt a bit lighter. Is it really nothing?
Ugh! I trusted her, but something churned and surged inside me. What was this nauseating feeling? Breathing was hard. What? Why is this tormenting me so much?
No. Deep down, I knew. I knew what was messing up my heart. Suspicion—that dark bastard was wriggling inside me, rearing its head.
I felt like I was dying. From the suspicious sounds on the other end. And from hating myself for doubting that sweet girl.
Even after hanging up, I couldn't sleep. I felt like death. Weird scenes kept flashing before my eyes. Why? Her with some shady guys... Argh! Worst night of my life.
I met her. She smiled happily like always. Thank God. But some inexplicable shadow lingered on her face.
I asked about the photoshoot. "It was fun," she said casually. But she glossed over the details. Like there was something she couldn't tell me. What? My chest ached again.
"Wanna see the photos?" Then she showed me a few shots by that guy. Beautiful. The Jiyeon I loved was always this stunning. He must actually be a photographer—Jiyeon looked adorably lovely, even prettier than usual.
But why? The last photo wasn't in a studio—it was somewhere else. A motel? Hotel? Why go there for photos?
The world spun. Breath caught in my throat. Why'd you go somewhere like that?
But I couldn't ask. Jiyeon offered no explanation. And what were those top thumbnails? So much flesh tone. A few thumbnails she tried to hide flashed by.
Urk! Nausea surged with the unknown emotion. Jiyeon hurriedly pocketed her smartphone.
Something happened for sure.
Days passed. She declared, "I have a boyfriend now."
Words that could never come from Jiyeon's mouth. My world collapsed. An impossibility happened.
"Boy... friend...?"
I couldn't believe it, asking over and over. No way? That photographer? Dizzying.
"So, I won't see you much anymore."
"Did he tell you that? Not to meet me?"
"Yeah. He said so. So, no more meeting you."
She glanced away as she said it. God. That wasn't Jiyeon. Even if she dated someone else, she wouldn't cut me off like that. Something was up. Definitely.
Jiyeon wouldn't do that on her own. That guy. What did he do to her? What the hell?
Blackmail? That made sense. Finally, I understood what happened to Jiyeon. That photoshoot day. That bastard did something awful and was blackmailing her.
"So, don't contact me anymore."
Her voice sounded sadly resigned. Maybe... maybe she was doing this to protect me. Figured if I got involved with him, I'd be in danger too!
Yeah. She probably didn't want him knowing my family had money. She was still a good girl. Even after something horrific happened to her, she didn't want to drag me in.
Right! I had to step up. To save Jiyeon, I had to do something. Anything. For her, I could do it all. Even give my life.
I threw a tantrum and met the guy. Just once, I wanted to say hi.
"No! Why meet him? Don't even think it."
Something was definitely there. A normal boyfriend wouldn't block me so desperately. She was protecting me. So he must be that dangerous.
Such a good girl. That's why I had to handle it.
I begged for over an hour. For old times' sake. Nothing would happen. No need to worry.
Finally, she reluctantly agreed.
The guy she brought was a massive brute with a sleazy face. Photographer at a fashion company? Bullshit! She was being tricked. Or blackmailed.
His face screamed it. That sleazy mug, violent build. Definitely into shady shit. Violence? Trafficking? Blackmail? No, worse—he'd do even filthier things without blinking.
No way? Drugged her unconscious and took dirty photos? Then blackmail? Worst thoughts raced through my head.
I had to stop her. Nothing good comes from tangling with that scum. For her sake.
But how? Just looking at him scared me. My hand shook taking his soju shot. Embarrassing. What if she laughed at my fear?
How to pry her from him? But he was terrifying. My head was a mess. Ask Mom? Have her check what bad shit he's into? Ah... but what if she uncovers something bad about Jiyeon?
He kept glaring and pushing drinks. Scared of what refusal might bring, I chugged despite weak tolerance. Then blacked out.
I woke to strange noises. What the hell? I lifted my head.
"Hak! Heuk! Heuuk! I'm dying!"
I knew instantly. Such lewd sounds... What woman moans so shamelessly? And I saw it. A woman thrashing wildly under that huge brute.
Who? That was my first thought.
"Hak! Haak! So good! Too good!"
Ridiculous. What woman has no shame? Not Jiyeon. No way she'd moan like that under him.
So, some other slut. Had to be.
"Agh! Deeper! Thrust harder!"
Why's he doing that here? Who's the girl? Where's Jiyeon?
Couldn't see the woman's face on the bed. But definitely not her. So, he called some whore like himself for this filth.
"What do I do! My pussy's twitching so much! Ah! Oppa’s huge cock is too good!"
I doubted my ears. What woman spews such filth? So vulgar. But that trashy voice sounded familiar. No. Couldn't be...
I denied it over and over.
"How's it feel? Good?"
The man asked slyly.
"Yes! Uncle's cock is so good! Fuck me harder!"
What? Why's her voice so like Jiyeon's saying that shit?
Then it happened. She sat up, pushed him down, straddled him. And I saw her massive tits. First time seeing such huge ones. Beautiful. Big and beautiful. Just like... hers...
"Ah!"
I yelped involuntarily, instant regret. Shit! If they notice I'm awake, who knows what he'll do. Might kill me. Her words echoed: Buried a person? Later changed to pig, but it was real, right?