Defiled Date (2)
"W-what do you mean..."
"Didn't you hear? I said you two should fuck. I'll just sit here and watch."
Park Hyeonwoo bulldozes right through. I've never dealt with anything like this before, so I'm totally thrown off. Whenever I got serious or looked pissed, he'd at least glance at me and back down a bit... I was dead serious this time, even raised my voice, but he doesn't give a damn. He's even tapping his crossed legs like he's rushing us.
"..."
I realize I basically have no options. Even if I yelled at him to get out, he'd probably just brush it off. Pushing him away wouldn't work either. Punching him? Yeah, that's a pipe dream. If I said something stupid and ended up backing down out of embarrassment...
Han Seoyeoni's still huddled under the blanket, trembling. It feels like she's begging me to do something, but with Park Hyeonwoo being so relentless, I don't know what I can even do...
"Not gonna do it? Starting to get boring here."
"N-no... I..."
Han Seoyeoni clings tightly to my arm, shaking her head no.
"Ha. Seoyeoni. What about you? Don't wanna?"
She flinches under the blanket. She yanks my arm hard, but I'm still frozen like a mute who swallowed honey.
I need to say something for her, but my mouth won't move.
"Don't wanna?"
"N-no, I don't! Oppa, just leave...!"
Finally, she can't hold it in anymore and speaks up for me.
"Don't wanna?"
"O-of course not! You just barge in and say something like—"
"Hmm~"
Park Hyeonwoo strokes his chin and turns to me. Our eyes meet, and I quickly look away. I hate to admit it, but I'm scared right now. No clue why.
"Minjun hyung seems like he wants to, though?"
"What...?"
"Right? Hyung wants to do it now."
Han Seoyeoni shakes her head like no way, gripping my arm even tighter. I've never wanted that. Sure, even in this mess, my dick's standing up like an idiot, but I've never actually wanted it. But... but it feels like I have to do whatever Park Hyeonwoo says. Like something's crushing me. He's not even being forceful—just tossing it out there with that mocking tone—but that's the vibe I'm getting. If I keep resisting, I'll just embarrass myself more in front of Han Seoyeoni and end up in some shitty situation.
"Hyung, try sweet-talking Seoyeoni into it nice and gentle. If you insist, I'll pretend I'm not here and stay quiet."
"Ah..."
"I said try it."
I glance at Park Hyeonwoo, making pathetic excuses to myself. We were gonna do it anyway. The mood was good, we were both turned on. And hey, it's me doing it, not him, so Han Seoyeoni should like it. She's just shy, that's all. Even if she says no at first, if I coax her a little...
I spread Han Seoyeoni's legs and touched her pussy. She grabs my arm in surprise, freezing up solid.
"O-oppa...? What are you... hng...?"
"Oh ho."
Ignoring Park Hyeonwoo's interjection, I kissed her and rubbed her pussy. She squirms in my arms. She's a bit startled, but if I keep going...
I remember how Park Hyeonwoo pinned her down, making her unable to move. How she got even hotter under his restraint, moaning like crazy. I can do that too. I gripped her harder to stop her struggling.
"Hng... eek! Hnng...!"
Something's different about her reaction. Is she actually getting turned on? Her pussy feels like it's getting wetter bit by bit as I rub. Her struggling slows, her strength fading.
"S-Seoyeoni...?"
Something feels off, so I open my eyes. She's crying. Shocked, I let her go right away.
"D-did it hurt...? No, are you okay?"
She's looking up at me with eyes brimming with tears. I've never seen that look before. It's full of shock and disappointment.
"I'm leaving."
"What...?"
"I'm going. I don't want to."
She shoves my dumbstruck face away hard and turns her back. I stare blankly at her back, looking even dumber.
"Give me my clothes..."
"S-Seoyeoni..."
"I said give me my clothes!"
My swollen dick flops around as I scramble for her clothes. Park Hyeonwoo's watching the whole thing, but I can't even feel embarrassed.
Han Seoyeoni snatches them away.
"That's too much... O-oppa, what the hell..."
"Sheesh. Seoyeoni, crying? Why'd you make her cry, hyung?"
"N-no, I..."
"I don't know... I'm leaving, so you..."
"Huh? So what, we're not doing it?"
Han Seoyeoni flinches as she hurriedly gets dressed. She doesn't even want to respond to Park Hyeonwoo.
"You really leaving?"
"..."
"Ha. Fine, I'll go then. Seoyeoni, you stay. Thought I'd get a good show. Lame."
Park Hyeonwoo rambles whatever and just strolls out. The room goes dead quiet in an instant. Feels like a storm just blew through.
All I can hear is Han Seoyeoni sniffling.
"S-Seoyeoni..."
"No...! Don't touch me!"
"..."
She sobs and slaps my hand away. My heart pounds from the shock. Her wrist is red where I grabbed it. What the hell did I do...?
"I'm... I'm going..."
After crying for a while, Han Seoyeoni gets up. Before I can say anything, she wipes her tears and heads out the door. I don't even think to grab her—just stare blankly at the closed door.
"Hahk, hahk..."
I'm gasping for breath. Han Seoyeoni isn't picking up. I even tried Park Hyeonwoo just in case—same thing. Checking my phone for updates, I run around the subway station, search everywhere, but no sign of her.
I have no idea what I did. Even though she hated it so much, I...
Her expression, her eyes keep flashing in my mind. After searching forever, I finally trudge home. No contact, so what can I do? I woke up too late. Should've chased after her right away. What is she thinking right now? Is she still crying, disappointed in me? I'm worried sick about Han Seoyeoni. Fuck... If it weren't for Park Hyeonwoo, this wouldn't have happened. Why'd he barge in spouting that weird shit...? No, it's my fault. Why was I such a pussy, couldn't even speak up?
"Haa..."
I sigh deeply as I head into my place, then spot a familiar car. A foreign import parked in the dim corner of the lot. No matter how I look, it's familiar—the body, color, plates. It's Park Hyeonwoo's car. He should've left ages ago... why's it still here? Staring blankly, a sudden thought hits me like a sledgehammer to the head. No way... My heart starts pounding like it's gonna burst.
"..."
I creep closer carefully. It's dark, hard to see, but there's a human shape in the driver's seat. That much is whatever. But the car... it's rocking. Thought it was my imagination at first, but no—it's definitely shaking. Rhythmically... no, harder every now and then...
My eyes adjust to the dark.
"..."
No sound comes from my slack-jawed mouth. Two people overlapping in the driver's seat. A guy and a woman facing away from him. A long-haired woman hugging the guy, bobbing up and down slightly. Even just the silhouette, that back is so familiar I can pick it out anywhere. And that T-shirt—way too familiar. It's rolled up past her chest, almost to her neck. The bra matches the design I gifted her today. Unhooked, jiggling back and forth with the motion.
"Urk..."
Nausea hits; I clap my hand over my mouth. No, I don't know anything yet. Could be coincidence on coincidence. Might not even be Park Hyeonwoo's car. Just some horny crazies who found a dark spot.
Yeah, call...! If I call again...
I hesitate on the call button. Don't want to. I know it'll confirm it—my hand's shaking. Please, let it not be. Clutching my chest like it's about to explode, I barely press it.
"..."
Call connects, and light leaks from the once-dark car. Bright enough to see from outside, and it's still rocking. The silhouettes shining through don't care about the light—they hug, shake, grind even harder. Feels more intense now. Why? How? What the hell happened...? Reality crashes in, too unbelievable to accept. I'm dazed for a second, then nausea mixes with rage surging up. This isn't what I wanted. Park Hyeonwoo needs my permission, and so does Han Seoyeoni. I have control, I make the decisions... This was all supposed to be for me... This is absolutely not...
"Krrk."
My dick throbs wildly in my pants. Precum's soaked my underwear into a mess. Even now, I'm getting excited. It's like they're doing this fully for me. Deep down, I'm even more turned on, loving it. I smack my pathetic dick. Even that stinging pain feels good. Wanna jerk it. Calm this raging boner. Wanna see closer, hear them talk. I slip my hand in my pants and edge toward the rocking car. A faint but clear moan, like she's holding it back desperately. My brain's melting from the insane arousal. Feels like my head's gonna explode.
"Ah..."
Stroking my pathetic dick, I approach—and lock eyes with Han Seoyeoni through the window. No time to dodge; we make eye contact. Her half-lidded eyes go wide in shock. Her flushed face drains to pale blue.