The Awkward Play's End — How My Girlfriend Became a Witness
“Park Taemin, close your eyes.”
“What? Why?”
“Close them if I say so!”
Minhee suddenly told me to shut my eyes. I followed without question, closing them completely.
Hulung~
The sound of clothes sliding off reached my ears. Even without seeing, I could tell from the noise alone that Minhee had stripped off her top and unhooked her bra.
“Stay still.”
“Yeah.”
Minhee pressed her body straight down onto me. Then came the sharp [click~] sound, and she shifted to my side, pulling the blanket up over both of us.
When I opened my eyes, Minhee was already sending the photo she had just taken to Yeonju. In the image, her upper body leaned heavily against me, fully exposed. Although her breasts were not as large as Yeonju’s or Hyejeong’s, they rose in a surprisingly firm, rounded shape for her slim frame, with perfectly sized areolas and nipples the color of tender flesh.
Minhee’s finger hovered over the send button. The “read” mark appeared the moment the message went out, as if Yeonju was waiting.
“You sent it?”
“Yeah. Huh? Hey! You, who told you to open your eyes?”
“Huh? No, I didn’t look.”
I stumbled through a half-hearted excuse, but Minhee’s eyes were already full of suspicion as she glared at me. Just then, a reply from Yeonju came through.
Yeonju remained completely unmoved, as expected. And when she even added a mocking emoji, I realized there was no longer any chance of fooling her.
“We should just stop. I guess we underestimated Yeonju. She’s not that easy to fool.”
Minhee’s words cut like a knife, ignoring my plea entirely. She fired back a storm of messages to Yeonju. I felt a chill run down my spine—why did her message stir such unease in me…?
Still, seeing Minhee push this far, Yeonju probably wouldn’t let it slide either.
Yeonju, as always. She left no room for negotiation—deny or accept, no half-measures.
Hwoong~ Hwoong~
Where the hell was the wind coming from? It was Minhee’s nostrils flaring as she tried to hold everything back. Her nose twitched violently, sending rough gusts of air out, clearly because Yeonju’s reply had crushed her pride.
“Hey, Park Taemin. Take it off.”
“Eh? Off… you mean… you?”
Minhee sprang up, the blanket sliding down to reveal her chest. Seeing it with my own eyes, her breasts were perky and beautifully rounded, with a firm, springy bounce that felt like rubber balls. Though not as massive as Yeonju’s or Hyejeong’s, they were a tight B-cup—full, sensual, and irresistibly sexy against her slim frame.
Minhee grabbed her phone and immediately headed for the bathroom.
“Wait in the bathroom. Take everything off and come.”
The intense look in her eyes and the dry tone of her voice carried a silent threat that I had better not disobey. I hesitated over whether to strip completely, but the embarrassment of being caught made me settle for just my underwear, trudging toward the bathroom.
Minhee stood there in nothing but her panties, scrubbing the toilet bowl with disinfectant and cleaning tools. Every movement sent a fleeting glimpse of the slit between her legs, so lewd and erotic it made my pulse race.
“Come over here and sit.”
She lowered the toilet lid and ordered me to sit on it. I did as told, perching awkwardly on the freshly cleaned surface.
“Take this off too.”
Minhee pointed at my last line of defense—the underwear—then turned around, raising both arms to tie her long hair neatly behind her back.
It felt strangely embarrassing compared to when I did this with Hyejeong. For some reason, the thought of showing my cock made me even more shy, so I kept fiddling with the waistband instead of pulling it down. While I hesitated, Minhee brought a small basin of hot water and soap from the bathroom, placed a small plastic chair in front of me, and sat down.
“Embarrassed?”
“... What is this?”
I pointed instead at the phone stand mounted on the wall beside the toilet. Minhee’s phone was hooked onto it, and the camera screen clearly captured my lower body and her side profile in live video.
“Don’t you have any dignity? Yeonju called us out on it.”
“Well, we tried to fool her first anyway…”
“Doesn’t matter! I can’t let it slide like this.”
“... So you really mean to do it?”
“Yeah. So get this off already.”
Minhee’s will was unyielding. But I hesitated to pull down my underwear, and for a moment our eyes met. We exchanged forced, awkward smiles.
Crunch!!
“Not taking it off yet? If you drag this out, Yeonju’s gonna laugh at us again!”
Minhee lunged forward and ripped the underwear down in one brutal motion.
“W-wow! Hey… wait!”
Swish~
“Wait? What wait? The guy who’s too cowardly to show it!”
“Ugh…!”
Finally free, my fully erect cock sprang out. I immediately covered it with both hands, heart pounding.
After a brief silence, Minhee met my eyes, turned on the shower, and sprayed warm water over me.
“I’m embarrassed too, but I have to do this for my pride. So play along as naturally as you can. Got it?”
Whatever. If this was happening, I might as well act the part.
“Got it. As naturally as possible.”
Minhee poured warm soapy water over her hands and worked up a thick lather, then began massaging my cock with a soft, slippery palm. The sensation of her wet hand sliding along my shaft was electrifying, as if it were the first time I had ever been touched like this. A tingling, wave-like itch spread from my lower belly, sending shivers racing up my spine.
“Hoo~”
I unconsciously tensed my hips and let out a moan I couldn’t hold back. Minhee continued without a word—one hand stroking my cock from base to tip, the other gently rolling and kneading my balls.
“If you’re about to cum, say it. Understood?”
“Yeah… ah, got it. Hoooh~”
Was this what women felt when they received a full-body orgasm? I had given oral pleasure many times, but never experienced anything so overwhelmingly pleasurable. My whole body felt weightless, floating on a sea of ecstasy. Every time Minhee’s soapy palm slid up and down my shaft, I felt an indescribable, drawn-out climax, far beyond anything I had ever imagined—even more intense than when I had teased Yeonju’s pussy.
“Still not there yet?”
“Ugh~ j-just a little more…”
“Hehe~ Okay.”
Minhee smiled faintly and moved her hand to the head of my cock.
Her slippery palm began to roll the sensitive tip like a bead. I plunged into an ocean of pleasure so intense I could barely breathe. This was an ecstasy I had never felt before—not even when I had fucked Yeonju. It was maddeningly overwhelming.
“Hoo~ hey… gently… hooooh… kuh! Y-yeah, I’m about to cum…?”
Minhee stopped the instant she heard me. I gasped, panting like I had run a marathon.
“Press the record button. From now on, everything we do is acting. Got it?”
“Y-yeah.”
I tapped the recording button on the phone. Minhee’s hand resumed immediately.
“Hic! Hoooh~~~”
Her movements became faster and more precise than before. She gripped my cock tighter, stroking it with double the speed, and her palm focused extra attention on the sensitive ridge around the head. I shamelessly let out moans just like the women in porn.
“Hooohaaat~ huh~ huh~ uhoohueeet~~~!”
Damn it. I always thought only women made these sounds, but hearing myself groan like this was completely unexpected.
“Haang~ Does it feel good? You like it that much?”
Minhee tilted her head back and asked me, moaning with her own lewd voice. Damn, I realized how shameless it was for men to ask women about their orgasms. I had no idea how to answer—my mind was completely blank.
“Not answering? Does it feel good? Are you about to cum, you bastard~”
Minhee’s tone had grown terrifyingly sharp.
“Ugh~ yeah. Augh~ fuck, I love it.”
“Where do you like it? Here? Or here?”
Minhee grabbed my cock shaft and head roughly, squeezing them hard as she asked.
“B-both.”
“Be specific. Tell me exactly where it feels best!”
Minhee’s voice rose again.
“Hoooh~ I like the part around the base. Hic! Hey, hoooh~ I’m about to cum.”
“About to cum? Aah~ Then you better cum fast for me, okay?”
Minhee’s hand sped up. I felt the pressure build and, at the same time, the overwhelming urge to release. My cock erupted violently, shooting powerful jets of cum that felt like nothing I had ever experienced before.
“Hooohu~~~ haaah!!!”
Fwooosh~ Fwoosh!!
I felt an immense pleasure I had never known and immediately shot out a thick, gushing stream of cum, far stronger than anything I had ever cum before. It was like the women in those videos exploding in fountains. The cum blasted straight into Minhee’s hair and face, covering her completely white.
Minhee’s face was drenched in sticky, clumpy semen that slowly dripped down, but she ignored it entirely, smiling sweetly at me as she continued stroking my cock until the last drop was gone.
A moment later, Minhee’s hand stopped. I, still trembling, reached over and turned off the recording.
Minhee looked disgusted as soon as she finished, but after a quick rinse of her hands she immediately sent the video to Yeonju. She stared at her phone intently, waiting for the reply with a serious expression.
I was also curious—what kind of reaction would Yeonju give this time…?