The Three Beauties Stripped Down to Panties
"Huff— Ahh— Hah! Haaah!"
Kang Cheonhu, who had been kissing Han Serin fiercely while clutching her tight, showered her with pleasure for a good while before finally releasing her. Serin collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Serin!"
The moment Kang Cheonhu let go, Yoo Jinseok rushed forward and caught the crumbling Serin in his arms. His heart had been searing with desperation as he watched his precious girlfriend trapped in Kang Cheonhu's grasp, enduring that kiss.
"Haa— Haa— Hnghh—"
Having barely rescued her, Jinseok finally got a look at Serin's face. The shock hit him like a thunderbolt. It was an expression of utter rapture—a bitch lost in ecstasy—that he'd never seen on her before.
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(I always thought Serin was so pure... but she has this side to her...)
It was a devastating blow to Jinseok. They'd been childhood friends since way back, so he figured he knew everything about her. But he'd never witnessed her wearing such a slutty, animalistic look. Even after becoming lovers, their intimacy had stayed innocent—nothing beyond lukewarm hand-holding or chaste kisses.
(...For Serin to show him a face like that...)
The man who'd drawn out this feral side she'd hidden from him—the one Jinseok despised more than anyone, Kang Cheonhu—that alone was enough to crush him into despair.
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"Heh heh heh. Not bad at all."
Kang Cheonhu had savored the lips of Team Valkyrie's three stunners—Yoo Miyeon, Seong Ye-eun, and Serin—like fine delicacies. But to him, it was just a teaser.
"One condition left, yeah? Get on with it."
"Urgh…."
The final demand dangling from Kang Cheonhu's lips: Miyeon, Serin, and Ye-eun had to hand over the panties they were wearing.
Utterly ridiculous—but they'd already agreed to it during negotiations.
"No helping it. We'll go inside, take 'em off, and bring 'em back."
"Nah. Right here, right now. Strip in front of me."
"!"
Miyeon froze, stunned by the order. Handing over their panties was humiliating enough, but stripping them off right in front of him? That was pure insanity.
"Y-You're seriously asking us to do that?"
"Heh heh heh. Dungeon's outside the law. No one's gonna care if you drop your panties here."
"That's not the point! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Heh heh heh. What if you try to cheat? Seeing you strip with my own eyes is the only guarantee. Hell, I won't accept anything but panties you peel off right here in front of me."
"Kuuh…!"
They'd thought surrendering panties would be simple. But Kang Cheonhu's terms were brutally harsh: strip in plain view, hand over the still-warm undies fresh from their bodies.
"N-No way... We can't strip in a place like this."
"Heh heh heh. Fine, wanna go somewhere private? Just you and me?"
"?! Th-That's…."
"Heh heh heh. Don't worry—these guys won't breathe a word if I gag 'em."
Kang Cheonhu was demanding they strip publicly in Team Tempest's camp. If not, he'd drag them off for a private "session." Miyeon hated the idea of an audience, but being alone with him was worse.
Even in Team Tempest's camp, plenty of porters' eyes were lingering. Mostly grubby, middle-aged haulers who looked rough around the edges. They hadn't made a fuss, but from the moment the kisses started, they'd scattered around the camp, ogling Miyeon, Ye-eun, and Serin from afar.
"Heh heh heh."
"Kekeke."
"Ooh hoo hoo."
These lowly porters were feasting their eyes on top-tier beauties they'd never dream of in their miserable lives. Every one of them leered at Team Valkyrie's goddesses with filthy hunger.
Overhearing Kang Cheonhu's talk of panties, their eyes bulged red with excitement at the prospect.
"Just tell 'em to look away or go inside."
"Heh heh heh. Can't do that. Gotta give these poor bastards a little show. Besides, even if I ordered 'em, they'd sneak peeks anyway."
"Haa…."
Miyeon suggested ordering the porters away, but Kang Cheonhu brushed it off with shameless gall. She sighed, dumbfounded even by the conversation.
"…Fine."
Once Kang Cheonhu dug in, he didn't budge. Arguing was pointless.
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"S-Sis... Wh-What do we do?"
"No choice. We strip here."
"Miyeon... You really think that's best?"
"Who knows what he'd pull if we went into a room alone with him."
"Y-Yeah, you're right."
"Guess that's it."
Miyeon chose public humiliation. Serin and Ye-eun, hesitant but convinced, nodded along. Pure degradation—surrendering panties was bad enough, but baring them for all to see?
"N-Nuna... Do we really have to? Urgh."
"…Jinseok. Look away. At least you…."
"O-Okay. Ngh."
Among the men crowding Team Tempest's camp, only Jinseok heeded Miyeon's plea, turning his head and squeezing his eyes shut. Unfair that he alone missed the show amid the horde—but he obeyed, sparing her what shame he could.
"Urgh!"
Ziiip—
Miyeon bit her lip, gritted her teeth, and peeled off her blue hot pants. Zipper down, belt unbuckled and dropped—the sleek pants slid from her long, toned legs.
"Haa…."
Thud—
Ye-eun sighed deeply, shedding her own blue hot pants. She usually wore a white dress for combat, but today matched the others in practical shorts. They caught on her wide hips before tumbling down her plump, juicy thighs.
"Nghk…."
Swish—
Serin whimpered miserably, stripping her uniform-like blue hot pants. They fell below her cute ass and adorably shapely legs.
Now the trio stood bottomless save for panties—pure panty-clad exposure.
Each pair unique: Miyeon's black plain sports style with a wide waistband. Ye-eun's light purple lace, mature and seductive. Serin's white cotton with a tiny pink ribbon—youthfully childish yet cute.
And all three: wet stains at the crotch, love juices leaked from unwitting arousal during the kisses. Hard to spot from afar, but up close, their panties were soaked through.
"Heh heh heh. Nice view, all stripped to panties."
Kang Cheonhu grinned in satisfaction at Miyeon, Ye-eun, and Serin baring themselves before him. Seeing Team Valkyrie's proud S-rank beauties reduced to his whims? Pure bliss.
"Heh heh heh. Fuck me, prime pussy like that showing off their undies."
"Kekeke. Got plenty to jerk to tonight."
"Ooh hoo hoo. S-rank bitches got them legs."
Not just him—the porter men muttered sleazily, devouring the shameful sight. Their lustful stares amplified the women's humiliation and disgrace.
"Khk!"
"Hahk!"
"Nghhkk…."
Faces flushed crimson, they endured the men's degrading gazes. Hands clasped desperately over crotches, but it barely hid anything—only making their embarrassed squirming more tantalizing.
Utter shame. Total degradation.