Punishment 2
Kang Jeong-min sat trembling at the motel counter, his nerves on edge. Not long ago, a kid who introduced himself as Kim Il-woo had pinpointed the exact spots where the hidden cameras were installed and asked for his cooperation. No matter how he thought about it, everything the suspicious brat proposed seemed too good to be true for him. As a "one-time service," the kid had earnestly warned him not to let a certain adulterous couple into any room with hidden cameras on a specific date before leaving. The brat had described their appearances, ages, and the exact date with eerie precision.
'They actually showed up...?'
The adulterous couple who matched Kim Il-woo's description perfectly had come on that very day. Even though they were cheaters, the woman was exactly his type—if not for the weird advice, he would've naturally given them a room with cameras. But it felt too fishy.
'Just too creepy.'
The kid had spoken as if he could see the future. When the couple arrived, he'd given them a plain room instead. Smacking his lips in regret, he soon got a call as their day-use time ended: some furniture in the room was broken. Rushing into the room they'd stayed in, he found the furniture smashed from their intense fucking—and the location sent chills down his spine.
'That's right where I installed the hidden camera...'
The furniture layout was identical in every room. If he'd given them the camera room, the broken furniture would've exposed it. Thinking he might've had the cops at his door by now if he hadn't listened to the kid made him dizzy.
And today. That same brat had brought back the elegant, refined married woman from before.
"What the hell should I do?"
Kang Jeong-min agonized while watching the live feed from the hidden cameras. No matter how he looked at her, she didn't seem like the type to consent to a stranger joining in. This was straight-up rape. A whole different league from his own sleazy hidden camera crimes.
"...But I don't have much choice either."
He didn't know how the kid pulled it off, but dodging the adulterous couple was one thing—the leash was firmly in the brat's hands. Half fear of the kid, half black desire to devour this ripe married woman pushed his back.
Click.
Confirming the married woman was being forced into deep throat, Kang Jeong-min entered the motel room. The first thing to greet him was the humid air thick with the musky scent of man and woman entangled in sex. The sleazy, desire-stirring atmosphere he always felt in this line of work.
"Kuheup...! Guk...?! Urk! Uuuk!!!"
Entering amid the woman's muffled, pain-laced groans, the refined lady was gone—replaced by a single bitch in heat. Her pathetic trembling as she took the man's lust in her mouth-hole was pure sadistic fuel. Spotting him through the blur between the kid's legs, her eyes widened in terror, and she started thrashing.
"Mp...?! Uuump?! Mph!!! Uuump!!!"
The desperation in her sounds confirmed she hadn't agreed to him coming in.
Pssshhh!
"Huuuup?!"
Ignoring her panic, the kid forced her to climax and dumped his lust deep in her throat before pulling away.
"Haaak..."
With a sloppy groan as his cock slipped from her mouth, her full body came into view. The voluptuous married woman's flesh, soaked in pleasure after hours of torment, convulsed on the drenched bedsheets. Her once-elegant face, thrown back as if about to fall, was smeared with saliva and semen; her raven hair spilled messily across the floor like her disheveled state.
"Uncle's here?"
"Yeah. But this bitch looks passed out?"
Kim Il-woo greeted him casually while drinking water, instantly clocking him as trash by calling Lee Seo-yoon a whore like it was nothing.
"Gave her a little punishment on purpose—roughed her up good."
He'd watched via camera as the kid tormented her nonstop for hours, proving his words.
"So...? Can I go at it?"
Up until entering, Kang Jeong-min had agonized over what to do—now his lower half screamed to ravage her, making him feel like an idiot.
As Kang Jeong-min lunged without hiding his lust, Kim Il-woo pondered.
'Original plan was just to let him touch... What to do?'
Let him toy with the unconscious Lee Seo-yoon, film it, and grab leverage. She'd rage and try to report it since it crossed a clear line—but she wouldn't. No, he wouldn't let her.
"Wake her up and see her reaction?"
Even as things went too smoothly with future info, like raping Choi Ara at first, he felt he could push bolder than planned. Rifling through Lee Seo-yoon's bag like before, he pulled out her employee ID and hung it around her neck.
"What're you doing?"
"Filming her personal info for blackmail."
It was all on hidden camera already, but Kim Il-woo used his personal phone to capture her disgrace for his eyes only.
"Don't do her yourself, uncle. Wake her up, then hold her tight from behind so she can't run."
"Touching's fine, right?"
"Sure. Oh, and use a condom just in case."
Kang Jeong-min grinned sleazily, stripped, slipped on a condom as suggested, and climbed onto the soaked bed. The ripe married woman's sweet body scent wafted strongly; it was sticky with the kid's cum, a bit gross, but whatever.
'I've done stranger cuck play countless times.'
No point getting squeamish about another man's fluids now. He propped up the unconscious Lee Seo-yoon and cradled her from behind.
"Hmm... Lee Seo-yoon, huh... How old's this bitch?"
"Probably early forties. Don't remember the exact age."
"Forties? For real?"
Kang Jeong-min was shocked she was older than she looked. Visually mid-thirties, generously early thirties—and forties? Up close, her voluptuous body showed desperate efforts to defy time.
"Her kid's mom is this hot? Jackpot."
"Yeah. Working on devouring both mother and daughter."
Kang Jeong-min blanked for a second, not grasping what the brat said.
'Come to think of it, she called him "mom"...?'
That's how he remembered these two. Planning to fuck both mother and daughter? As worry crept in that the kid might be more dangerous than thought, the woman in his arms let out a small groan.
"Wake her. Hurry."
"R-Right..."
Gulping, Kang Jeong-min gripped her massive breasts hard.
"Eut...?"
The brutal force, devoid of mercy, drew a pained whimper from her.
"Whoa... These jugs are insanely soft?"
He marveled honestly at the ecstatic softness in his grasp and the flesh bulging between his fingers like it might burst.
"Wonder what her lower mouth feels like?"
Forcing her legs wide, he tangled his with hers to restrain any thrashing once she woke. Her pussy, soaked in her own juices, was fully exposed to the two men.
Squelch.
"Hik?!"
Whether from hard labor or natural build, his stubby, thick fingers—thicker than most men's—pushed aside her folds and burrowed in.
"Prime pussy. Even unconscious, it's clenching."
Despite her blackout, the perfect grip sucked at his fingers amid slick nectar. The intricate walls twitched like they were pulling him deeper—a famous hole that'd make any inexperienced guy blow quick.
Lick, lick, lick.
"Heut... Ah...?"
Licking her earlobe, one hand kneaded her breast roughly, while the fingers in her pussy stirred wildly like hunting weak spots, toying with her body freely.
"Ah, uuu...? Hauk...!"
Exhausted to her limits, Lee Seo-yoon's consciousness was dragged back forcibly. Stimuli that should've woken her ages ago were delayed by hours of rough sex and sticky arousal coating her body.
"Uh..."
Her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened with effort. Her hazy eyes roamed, grasping the situation.
"Ah, so... tir... ed..."
Her strained voice whined amid the ongoing torment making her pant finely.
"Huu... Ah, huut... S-Stop... Ah..."
Panting amid the wet licking in her ear, the crushing grip on her breast, and the foreign fingers churning deep in her gut, she sensed something off.
"Uh, uh...? Uung...??? Ung?!"
Through tear-blurred vision, Kim Il-woo stood there.
"Why is Il-woo... over there...?"
Her daughter's friend, who should be toying with her body, loomed at the bedside looking down...? Her foggy mind recalled just before blacking out.
Someone had entered the room.
"...Eh?"
Remembering that, Lee Seo-yoon froze solid.