I Should Never Have Looked
If only I had never looked...
Sensing something ominous in the air, I slowly peered into the room through the gap of the open door, where lamplight was seeping out into the dark.
Inside, Gayoon sat leaning against the wall, her top stripped away.
What? What is this? What the hell is this?
Whether it was the alcohol still fogging my head or something else entirely, I simply couldn't make sense of what I was seeing.
Four graduated seniors were surrounding her.
Her chest was exposed, wrapped in nothing but a white bra, yet she didn't seem particularly intent on covering it up. She was only struggling against the hands of the four men as they roamed her body.
Why is Gayoon stripped out of her shirt, surrounded by male seniors...?
Then one of the seniors — the one who kept trying to grope her chest — spoke up.
"Come on, Gayoon. It's been ages since we've done it and you're pulling this? Really? Hm? Your clothes are already off — why do you keep saying no?"
"Hey! You're the ones who ripped my shirt off!"
"Hey, keep it down. You'll wake the kids across the hall. Besides, you've got a boyfriend anyway, don't you? And think about it — you really think we could've peeled that shirt off you by force? You raised your arms for us. That's the only reason it came off..."
At his words, Gayoon said nothing. She only glared.
But then... what was that he said earlier? It's been ages? So it had happened before? With those four men?
By every right this was a moment to be furious. A moment to charge in there. And yet the sight of her — topless, hemmed in by those men — stirred an arousal in me so perverse it made no sense at all.
"Either way, I'm not doing it."
"Hey, that's cold..."
"I have a boyfriend! Why would I do something like that with you guys!"
Gayoon addressed the seniors with an easy, unguarded familiarity — the casual speech of someone who had long since stopped being a stranger to them.
"'Something like that,' she says. Come on — you really don't remember the old days?"
"Wh-what about me?!"
Gayoon floundered, caught completely off guard.
"Back at our graduation festival... there you were at the bar, sitting all sweet and innocent, and the moment you got drunk you were throwing yourself at the four of us out in the alley. We only followed you out to keep you from hurting yourself — you were that wasted... Man, you nearly gave us a heart attack. You were all over us, kissing us like crazy, and when we got our hands on your tits you didn't even fight it.... And that night you ended up taking us back to your place, and we went at it until the sun came up. That's how this whole arrangement between you and us started."
"S-so what? What do you want me to do about it? That's ancient history. Either way, I'm not doing it. Ah! Stop touching me! Just give me my clothes back already."
With that, Gayoon lunged for the shirt one of the men was holding. But he whisked it behind his back and seized her breast in the same motion.
"Agh — I said stop it, didn't I?"
She slapped his hand away in a flash, but the man sitting on her other side immediately grabbed hold of her breast.
"Ahk!"
Gayoon recoiled, curling in on herself. But in no time hands were reaching for her from every direction, groping her everywhere at once.
"Ah... s-stop it. Please."
She twisted this way and that, trying to slip free of their hands — until one of them burrowed beneath the waistband of her shorts.
"Mmh!"
She clamped her legs shut at once, but it was nowhere near enough to stop the hand forcing its way in along her thigh.
The man with his hand down her shorts wore the grin of a conqueror.
"Hey... you keep saying you won't do it, so why are your panties soaked? You got this worked up just from that? From being surrounded by us?"
"Mmh... ah. Aren't you going to take it out already?"
Gayoon squeezed her thighs together for all she was worth, but with his fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot, she couldn't put up much of a fight.
Biting down on her lip as she struggled, she finally raised her voice.
"St-stop it! I'll scream! Stop it. Right now..."
"Gayoon. You scream, and the only thing that happens is everyone finds out about us. Just do it with us again — it all blows over quietly after that. Why make it so hard on yourself? Hm?"
"Ah... my boyfriend's right outside, I said. Ah. Ahk... ah... don't touch me. Ah... stop it. Ah... your fingers... take them... take them out... Ahnn...!"
"Your boyfriend's passed out drunk, so what's the problem? He was completely out cold..."
"Ahhn... ah... mmh... ah..."
The hand buried inside her shorts began to move faster and faster.
Little by little, the strength drained from her thighs, and her legs drifted slowly apart. The hands that had been so frantically beating the men off now hung limp at her sides, unwilling to move at all.
She simply leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, letting faint moans slip from her lips.
"If you'd been like this from the start, we'd have all had our turn by now. What a waste of a night."
Laughing, the man eased her down from the wall and laid Gayoon out on the floor. Then he stripped away the white bra covering her chest, and her shorts after it.
"Damn, look how drenched her panties are. We barely touched her — where'd all this come from?"
The men snickered.
Gayoon gave no answer to their jeering.
The men surrounding her stripped off her panties, then shed their own clothes and settled back around her naked body.
My girlfriend — my precious girlfriend — was about to be raped... was that it...?
But no. It wasn't rape.
Gayoon had resisted at first, but in the end she had gone docile beneath their hands.
And to think she and these men had been lovers like that, all that time ago....
There was something wrong with me, standing there watching all of it.
Why am I just standing here, watching this...?
It wasn't worry for her that had my blood boiling. It was betrayal.
And yet... why... why am I getting aroused...?
The image of my girlfriend being taken by other men was driving me out of my mind. My thoughts tangled into knots, and my hands and feet began to tremble.
Betrayal.
That was it. Betrayal...
And then it came back to me — the shadow of disappointment that flickered across her face, in those fleeting moments after we made love.
She was never satisfied with me....
A woman who had once enjoyed herself like this with so many men — how suffocating must I have been for her, how irritating? And yet not once had she ever taken it out on me. All she ever did was hold me close and gently comfort me.
No!
She's just a fucking bitch, that's all, isn't she?
Playing the demure, dignified, graceful lady out in the world — and behind closed doors, a shameless slut who fucks men in droves. That's all she's ever been!
......
Aaah... but she's my girlfriend...
Oblivious to the storm in my head — betrayal and depravity, a strange arousal tangled up with rage — one of the men spread her legs and settled between her thighs.
Then, gazing smugly down at her face — head turned away, eyes closed — he drove his cock hard into her pussy.
"Haaaahnn..."
A thin moan escaped through Gayoon's tightly pressed lips. At the sound, the man buried inside her spoke up, as if something about it struck him as strange.
"Hey, what's with those moans? Back in the day, the second I was inside you, you'd be moaning loud enough to run out of breath.... Ahh~~ is it because your boyfriend's right outside?"
Chuckling to himself, he began to pump his hips with real force.
"Ahhn... ahh... mmmh..."
Gayoon fought desperately to keep her voice down. But under the relentless pounding of his hips, the moans began spilling out of her all the same.
"Ahhn... ah... ah... aahh... ah... ahnn... ahhn..."
Her hands, lying slack against the floor, reached up and clutched at the man's arms. He broke into a knowing grin and thrust harder.
Then another man, who had been watching from the side, brought his own cock up to her lips.
Gayoon flinched and turned her face away for a moment, but she was no match for the cock persistently pushing against her mouth, and in the end she took him in.
For a few seconds she simply held him there, motionless — then she lifted her head and began to suck, loud and wet enough to fill the room.
"Mmmh... mmh..."
"Fuck. Gayoon, you're still the goddamn best..."
At his words, Gayoon reached out with her free hand, wrapped it around the last man's cock, and began to stroke it.
"Gayoon, do you do this with your boyfriend?"
"Mmm. Mmmh..."
Gayoon nodded vigorously around the cock in her mouth.
"How is it? You like doing it with him?"
But this time her head didn't move.
Neither a yes nor a no. In that moment, I felt despair wash over me.
She never once felt anything with me...
Then Gayoon let the cock slide from her mouth.
"Ahhk! Ahhk! Ah, it feels so good. Ah, I'm losing my mind. Ah, it's so good! Ah, I really am losing it. Ah, it's been so long since I felt like this... Ahhk!"
Her head tipped back as hot moans poured out of her, one after another. She hooked her long, slender legs around the man's waist and began grinding her hips against him like a woman possessed.
The look on her face was one I had never once seen her wear with me.......
"Hey. You're being too loud. Heh heh. So? Gonna do it with us again from now on?"
"Yes. Yes...! Ah! I love it. I feel like I'm dying!"
By now Gayoon had her arms locked around him, clinging to him for dear life.
Her reaction only spurred him on; he began slamming his hips into her with everything he had.
"Ugh...! Gayoon, I'm about to come. I can finish inside your pussy, right?"
"Yes. Ahhn! Inside... come inside me!"
Still clinging to him, she let out a long, shuddering moan. The movement of their entwined bodies stopped as if on cue, and the man's hips began to quake. He had come inside her pussy.
"Hey, move. My turn."
One of the men watching from the side shoved him out of the way. He dragged the still-gasping woman toward him, spread her legs, and drove himself inside.
"Ahk!"
And Gayoon wrapped herself around yet another man. The room filled once more with the slap of flesh on flesh as another round of sex began.
Moans that sounded like she could barely breathe... the merciless rhythm of the men pounding into her. Gayoon was crying out how good it felt, over and over, like she couldn't get enough.
Pleasure she would never once have known with me....
Fucking bitch....... fucking bitch.......
Tears began to well up in my eyes.
One of the men stepped forward and pulled Gayoon up on top of him.
"Haaaah... haaaaaah... ahhn... aaaaah! Ah, it's so good!"
Her long hair swinging, she moaned out again and again, hips rising and falling. Her whole body flushed crimson, she tossed her head, squeezing and clawing at her own bare breasts as she writhed in pleasure.
Every time she rolled her hips up and down, I could see the thick cock of the man beneath her spearing through her dripping pussy. Wet, obscene slaps rose from between her legs.
"Fuck... holy shit... her pussy's so goddamn tight...!"
The man underneath her groaned and seized her breasts hard in both hands. There was no love in it, no tenderness — and that rough, grasping touch only made her cry out louder.
"Ah! It's good! It's good! It's so gooooood!"
"Hey, here's another cock you love. Right here."
One of the men who'd been snickering off to the side sauntered up to her. He pressed his swollen cock against her lips, and Gayoon didn't refuse — she took him into her mouth.
"Gayoon, you're as delicious as ever. Hey — let's enjoy this often from now on. Heh heh heh."
"Haaah!! Ah, it's so good!! Mmmmmh...!"
"I told you. This girl's a total nympho. I knew it."
"Fuck... watching this is getting me hot all over again."
The men around her giggled as they watched her work.
"Hey, is that bastard Cheolsoo still passed out?"
"Should I go take a look?"
A man rose to his feet and started walking toward the door. I jolted out of my skin, scrambled up, and bolted outside.
As I began running down the dark mountain path, the tears finally spilled from my eyes...