The Slutty Night King?
That fucking slut…?
The thug had just called Yeonju a fucking slut. What the hell? Why would he talk about her like that? Was there something I didn’t know…? Nah. No way. He was just running his mouth.
It was the kind of line I could have brushed off and forgotten—except this guy knew all kinds of back-alley stories the rest of us didn’t. So I asked him, keeping it casual.
“Hey. Yeonju’s a slut?”
He didn’t even glance at my face, too locked on the actress on the screen, but he answered anyway.
“You didn’t know? That bitch Yeonju got fucked raw by the seniors. Fuck, I saw her once myself—her tits are goddamn huge. They’re killer. My dying wish is to motorboat those things, I swear to God.”
His words hit me like a truck.
None of my friends knew Yeonju and I were basically like brother and sister. And up until that moment, I’d believed I knew her better than anyone alive. Sure, she was bright and easygoing, and she hung around a few rough kids—that much was true—but I’d been certain she would never do anything like that.
The thug, though, knew a Yeonju who was the complete opposite of the one I knew.
“Ah, yeah, Yeonju’s chest is fucking massive. There’s this gravure model who shot AV stuff—looks exactly like her. Hang on.”
Yawangg dug through another folder. He clicked a clip from a collection he’d built of bagel-girl types, and an interview with an actress walking down a street rolled into a porn video.
“Whoa~ She really does look just like Yeonju.”
He wasn’t wrong. Long straight hair, a cute face—the actress was practically Yeonju’s double. My cock, already hard, swelled until it hurt.
“Dude, fuck~ Skip the interview crap and show the tits already. Holy shit~ She looks exactly like that slut Yeonju. Fuck~”
The thug called her a slut again. I wanted every detail about Yeonju I could get. My head was flooded with images of my cock buried between her breasts; I couldn’t even see the actress on the screen anymore.
“Hey—what did Yeonju do with the seniors? How’d you even see it? Tell me everything.”
“I’ll talk after this. Wait a sec, you horny bastard. Fuck, that bitch’s tits are identical to Yeonju’s, goddamn~”
On screen, the AV actress’s enormous breasts came into view. Yeonju was a C-cup, but the woman on the monitor looked closer to a D. Big, yet not the slightest bit droopy—firm, springy flesh. Her areolas were a pale brown, nearly skin-toned, and wide enough to claim a serious share of those heavy breasts; her nipples stood out like grape seeds, thick and proud.
If the thug was right, Yeonju’s chest looked just like that—broad areolas, jutting nipples.
Unlike the two clips before, the actress who resembled Yeonju didn’t dive straight into hardcore sex. Naked, she shyly covered her face with both hands in front of the male performer. When he spread her legs, a thick black bush appeared between her thighs—natural, untrimmed, nothing like the carefully groomed look of most porn stars.
“Fucking hell, even the bush matches that bitch Yeonju.”
The thug kept stroking hard as he talked. I stared at the actress’s pussy and pictured Yeonju’s, my hand speeding up. On that monitor, the woman had already become Yeonju.
The male actor seized both of her breasts and squeezed. Her full flesh bulged out between his fingers like overinflated balloons. She looked like she was in real pain; he looked like he was savoring every second of that expression.
He stuck out a long, disgusting tongue and dragged it wide across her areola.
Mmm—!
A sweet, aching moan spilled from the actress’s mouth and blanked my mind white all over again. When he latched onto her plump nipple and sucked with wet, filthy sounds, her moans swelled louder. By then she’d given in, clutching his head and surrendering her body to the heat rising through her.
His head sank between her thighs, and the camera zoomed in on her pussy. Between her neat little outer lips, white juices were already streaming. When his hands peeled those lips apart into two soft mounds, pink inner flesh and a gaping hole pulsing out slick fluid came fully into view—Yeonju’s, in my mind.
He pushed a long tongue into the split valley of her opened sex and swallowed that tiny, pitiful pussy whole, smaller than his own mouth.
Slurp~~
He slathered her cunt with spit until both outer lips gleamed under the lights. His tongue writhed over her like a worm, and her hardened clit pushed free of its hood, twitching like a tiny erect cock.
Aaaahng~
Her back arched like a drawn bow as she let out that signature, syrupy Japanese AV moan. He’d clamped onto her almond-sized clit and sucked it hard. Her body thrashed like a freshly caught fish still thrashing on the deck. After that he worked a vibrator over her sex, and she kept squirting under his hands like a toy he was playing with.
Halfway through the video, the male actor’s thick black cock finally forced its way into the narrow cleft of her valley.
Squelch~ Squelch~
His glans rubbed up and down inside her parted inner lips, flesh grinding on flesh with wet sounds. His cock was as dark as a Black man’s, the head a deep brown, thicker than both of her outer lips put together. As the head pushed in, those lips stretched wide and wrinkled under the pressure.
Shhhk—
That vicious cockhead sank into her tiny vaginal hole. The opening that had looked far too small stretched like rubber and swallowed him in an instant. He drove his hips forward in one thrust and buried his massive cock to the hilt inside her.
Ahk~ Aaaang!! Hwaaaang~ Kimochi~
Her moans filled the room. Once he started pounding her with hard, violent pumps, her cries turned raw and shameless.
“Fuck, I can’t take it. Yawangg—get on your goddamn knees.”
By then every one of us had our asses bare and our cocks in our hands. The thug moved in on Yawangg.
“Oh my~ Oppa, you wanna fuck me?”
Hahaha—they were out of their minds. Yawangg, undisputed king of filthy talk, started playing the actress from the video. Not that the thug actually fucked him like a real gay scene. Yawangg just dropped into the same doggy pose as the woman on screen, and the thug mimed pounding him from behind the way the male actor was doing it.
We’d been lost in our own stroking, but the second we saw those two go at it we exploded laughing. Instead of stopping them, we yelled at Yawangg to moan and at the thug to ram his ass.
They pumped for real, hard enough that the slap of their skin drowned out the flesh-on-flesh sounds from the porn.
“Aheung~ Oppa~ Harder~ Ruin my pussy, make it gaped~”
Yawangg took the woman’s role.
“Hwang Yeonju~ Spread wider, you fucking bitch. I’ll fuck you harder than that bastard Jonghun ever did, you whore.”
Jonghun? Who the hell was Jonghun? A name I’d never heard in my life had just come out of the thug’s mouth. Did that mean Yeonju had actually had sex with this Jonghun guy…?
The video was nearly over. The male actor shoved his black cock between the actress’s full breasts and thrust as if he were fucking her cunt. Then he came across her face, and she licked the semen off her lips like it tasted good. The clip ended there.
“Hah… hah… Fuck, I wanna motorboat that bitch so bad.”
“Oppa~ Cum for me~ Cum in Yeonju’s pussy~”
The thug rubbed out between Yawangg’s ass cheeks and blew his load, while Yawangg—still fully committed to the bit—kept doing his Yeonju impression and spitting filth to the end. Looking back, the whole thing was deranged enough to make your head spin. At the time, though, it was just another stupid game between friends.
By the third round, even for guys our age, raging with hormones, those two idiots’ antics finally killed the erection.
“Hey. Say that again—what you said earlier. About Yeonju. Is she really a fucking slut?”
I asked the thug again. Every other pair of eyes swung toward him too. Yeonju was popular enough that the rest of them jerked off to her all the time.
“You little shit, when have I ever lied about this kind of thing? It’s real, assholes. That bitch Yeonju is the upperclassmen’s cock sleeve.”
No way… Upperclassmen—plural. Not one guy. Several…?
I couldn’t believe it, but the thug kept talking.
“She started out as Jonghun hyung’s girl, but Yeonju’s tits are fucking huge, right? So the other hyungs offered up their own girlfriends to Jonghun, and he shared Yeonju around with them. I saw her once at some hyung’s birthday party—her tits were a work of art. Swear to God, exactly like the bitch in that video just now, goddamn massive. The hyungs literally lined up just to motorboat her. I wanted in too, but I didn’t have the rank. Fuck. The hyungs said her pussy’s crazy tight—every other slut’s all blown out, but Yeonju stays snug no matter how many times they fuck her. Goddamn~ Someday I wanna hit that too.”
Unbelievable shit poured out of him in a steady stream. The other guys seemed to take every word at face value. I couldn’t.
The Yeonju I knew was soft-hearted, cried easily, carried more wounds than most. More than anything, she was my precious little sister and my first love. Back then I simply could not accept that she had fallen that far.
Whatever garbage the thug was spouting had to be pure fantasy cooked up in his own head. If Yeonju really ran around doing things like that, the rumors would already have been everywhere—and yet she was still the popular girl, liked for being bright and full of life.
At the time, I truly did not want to believe it. But time passed, and in the end I learned the truth.
Every single word he’d said had been real……