Let's Threaten Hyejin

Hyejin was a college girl with a cute look about her—about five-three, her short hair styled into a compact easy perm. Whether it was the makeup or something else, a rosy flush lingered on both her cheeks, as if she already knew she was about to get eaten up by me and was blushing with shame and anticipation all at once.

"This way, please~"

Park Eunjeong led me down to our private little hideaway—the room at the end of the hallway. The walk there felt especially thrilling today. A space where a woman I'd already fucked and a woman I was about to fuck existed together!

The moment we stepped inside, she threw herself into my arms and started whining.

"Master... you're so mean. Telling me you wouldn't hold me again if I didn't offer up Hyejin... that was really cruel."

"Heh. But you did such a good job, didn't you? Hehe."

"I just couldn't stand it, wanting to be in Master's arms... You'll keep your promise, right?"

"Hmm?"

Eunjeong wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered against my ear.

"My backside... you said you'd take it..."

The moment her breath and that lust-soaked voice brushed my ear, my cock surged up hard. Park Eunjeong rose onto her tiptoes and rubbed her mound against it.

"Oh my... Master. Sir Cock has gotten so big..."

"Yeah. Thanks to you, Eunjeong, I'll be able ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to pound Hyejin nice and good."

"Hehe. Don't be too rough with her, okay? Hyejin might still be a virgin."

"Hehehe. If she's a virgin, even better. I'm taking photos and video today too. So she can't report me."

"Yes... Master can do as he pleases."

"Later you can watch while I fuck you in the ass."

"Oh my... you're so naughty..."

"What if she gets pregnant?"

"She can't get pregnant... just in case, I brought these..."

Eunjeong let go of my neck, pulled something from her pocket, and handed it over. Three condoms.

"Oh... nice thinking."

"I don't mind either way, but Hyejin's still young. I prepped three for now."

"Guess I'll have to go three rounds just to do as Eunjeong says."

"Aigoo... don't overdo it. Hehe."

"You worried about me, or about Hyejin's pussy?"

Eunjeong grinned bashfully and wrapped her arms around my neck again.

"Of course... I'm worried about Master's body. If you get tired later and don't fuck me as much, that just won't do."

"Thanks. Once I eat Hyejin today, I'll fuck you first thing tomorrow."

"Yay... and please don't forget the back... I'll clean myself out and wait for you."

"Of course."

As if to seal the promise, Eunjeong cupped my face and demanded a kiss. We shared a hot, hungry one inside the room, and then she even threw me a wink as she slipped out.

No real need to sing. Why bother belting out songs when I didn't have to? I just sat on the sofa and rested, and before long Eunjeong called.

"Yeah?"

"Master, I stepped outside. I locked the door with the key and turned off all the lights out front too."

"Good. Well done."

"Um... could I ask one favor?"

"Huh? What is it?"

I figured she was going to ask me to go ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠easy on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hyejin. But instead...

"Um... later, when Master's taking Hyejin... I want to sneak back in and listen from outside the door."

Hahaha. Eunjeong really was turning into a perfect little pervert. How precious.

"That so? Hehehe. Fine. When I text you to come in, sneak back into the shop. Then do whatever you want outside the door—peek, listen, I don't care. I'll even leave the door open for you."

"Thank you, Master."

"Then while you're waiting outside, go ahead and masturbate on the stairs."

"Yes..."

"Just thinking about Master taking my daughter... I'm shaking so much..."

The stairs up from the basement bent once on the way, so you couldn't see the bottom from street level. On top of that, the sign and all the lights were off—nobody was coming. She could strip naked and masturbate right there and be fine.

I hung up and slowly... decided it was time to start the prep work. I pictured Hyejin's cute face from a moment ago and laid a suggestion on her.

I got up from the sofa and stepped out of the room. Then I called over to Hyejin, who was sitting at the counter looking at her phone.

"Hey—could you come here a second? The sound isn't working."

"Pardon?"

Sure enough, Hyejin jumped like she'd been startled, shot up from her seat, and hurried over. Tension was written all over her face. Right now she had to be seeing me as some gang boss or a terrifying criminal.

"Come in and take a look. The machine isn't working."

I dropped onto the sofa and pointed at the screen. Flustered, Hyejin hesitated, then overheard someone reserving a song number and started punching in numbers and titles. Letters and digits popped up on the display as she pressed them.

"It's... working..."

"Check if the song plays."

I dropped the polite speech. Time to start the real pressure.

"Y-yes..."

She punched in a number, hit confirm, and accompaniment started flowing out. It was a quiet track—some song kids these days liked that I didn't recognize.

"Sing."

"Pardon...?"

"I said sing."

"Why are you doing this... I'm not that kind of person..."

"Doesn't matter what kind of person you are. Do it anyway."

I put some force into my voice and she flinched with fear. Thanks to my suggestion, she already saw me as something like a gang boss or a serial killer. How terrifying must that be.

In the end Hyejin shuffled forward, picked up the mic, and sang. Her voice trembled, and her eyes looked ready to spill over any second.

"Hey, just singing is boring. Take your clothes off."

"...Mister, please don't do this..."

The tears that had been welling in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. She was terrified, shaking with fear.

"I-I'll call the... police..."

she said, fumbling with her phone.

"Go ahead."

Let's see her try. Could a girl under suggestion actually call the cops?

"Go on, report me. I'll wreck you first and then I'll destroy that whore of a mother of yours too. Try it."

A tear dropped from her chin. Right now Hyejin probably didn't even have room to wonder how she'd ended up in this situation. She was just trapped in the fact that this was terrifying and there was no way out, and all she could do was cry.

"Strip. Now."

Even said gently, to her it felt like a gang boss brandishing a weapon and barking orders.

"Yes...!"

In the end, Hyejin sobbed as she peeled off her clothes one by one. She took off her thin blouse, set it on the table, and hesitated—so I pushed her again.

"The bottom too. Hurry up."

"...Mister, please... don't do this..."

"This is exactly what I came here for, so strip already."

Hyejin brought her hand to the zipper of her skirt and slowly drew it down. A moment later her skirt hit the floor. All that was left on her body was her bra, panties, thigh-high stockings, and her heels.

I pulled out my phone and switched it to video mode.

"No...! Don't record...!"

The second she realized what I was doing, Hyejin panicked and tried to stop me with her hands—but I just furrowed my brow a little and she shrank back, covering her face as she cried.

"Hic...! Hh-hic."

"Get completely naked. Bra and panties too. You can leave the stockings and heels, but everything else comes off. Now."

"Mister, please..."

"If you don't do as I say, I'll grab that whore of a mother of yours and make her do the same thing. Got it?"

Even in the middle of being victimized, she couldn't stand the thought of it reaching her mother Park Eunjeong—Hyejin squeezed her eyes shut. As she unhooked her bra, took it off, and held it in her hands, clear teardrops fell one after another from her tightly shut eyes.

"Alright—just the panties left. Take them off."

"Please don't record..."

"You talk too much. Your mom shows up and I'll grab her and rape her too—that what you want?"

"Don't..."

Even in despair, maybe her will to protect her mother was just that strong. At last Hyejin's panties slipped off her crotch and passed between her thighs, and I recorded the whole thing on video. Even after the white panties dropped to her ankles, she just stood there, covering her chest and the space between her legs with her hands.

"Move your hands."

"...."

Hyejin shook her head hard and held out. But there was no way she was going to win. I walked up to her, took her pretty cheek in my hand, and gave it a little shake.

"Not listening, huh? You need a beating before you'll obey? Do you even understand what kind of situation you're in right now?"

"Aaaah!"

Her hands, which had been covering her chest and between her legs, flew up on their own and grabbed the hand that was holding and shaking her cheek.

"You disobey one more time and that's when the beating starts. Got it?"

"...."

"Hands behind your back. Spread your legs wider."

She followed my orders even as she sobbed. She stood at parade rest, legs spread to shoulder width, both hands behind her ass.

I smiled, sat down in front of her, and filmed between her legs from below with the camera. A fresh, youthful scent drifted from between Hyejin's legs—nothing like the women in their forties. And mixed in with it was the thicker scent of a young woman's secretions, made richer by a lively metabolism.

In other words, the pussy smell was more intense.