29. Mother's Humiliation
Lee Seo-yoon flailed in a blinding white climax on the park bench before finally coming back to her senses.
"…"
Her mind, melted by pleasure, refused to work properly, and it took a while before she could even steady her body. Through tear-blurred vision, she saw her own pathetic state. Her clothes were a total mess, her belly and pussy smeared with thick white fluid, and a chill was starting to creep in as her sweat cooled. Nothing about it pleased her in the slightest.
"Haa…"
Her hot breath swirled inside the mask before fading away. The sharp, fishy scent of night-blooming flowers rising from her made her want to gag and rip off the mask—but she stopped herself. If I take this off now…
Her face was undoubtedly caked in semen. Going home without the mask would take a miracle. Which meant she had to walk back with that trash bastard's cum smeared on her face, breathing in the revolting stench the whole way.
"Hoo…"
It was utter humiliation. Her dignity was being trampled beyond repair.
Don't wipe it off… Even in the haze of her orgasm that morning, she'd clearly heard the order: take a selfie showing the "dog pussy" scrawled on her belly and the "cock house" inked on the top of her foot. Tears welled up as she felt herself pickling in his base desires, growing used to it. She hated it so much.
"Sniff…"
If she sniffed back her snot, she'd probably suck in cum too, so she let it drip and straightened her disheveled clothes, slipping her high heels back on.
Squelch.
"Eek?!"
Lee Seo-yoon yelped in cute horror at the sticky sensation on her foot. Glancing down in panic at the slimy feel—like she'd squashed a crawling bug—she saw her high heels soiled with fresh white semen.
"Ah… right…"
The two men had ejaculated inside her heels. Her pale feet were instantly dirtied, and the red "cock house" writing on top wasn't fully hidden. Stepping out like this would definitely draw stares.
"How am I supposed to get home…"
Her blouse had a double lining that normally prevented see-through in daily life, but soaked in sweat, it was different. The apricot bra peeked through faintly, and the red "dog pussy" on her belly asserted itself boldly.
"Public transport's out of the question."
She decided on a taxi, sent Ara a message saying she'd be a bit late, and waited for the sweat and fluids to dry.
"Ugh…"
Why did semen get that weird, extra-sticky crust as it dried? Lee Seo-yoon shuddered at the creepy tackiness left on her face, belly, and soles.
"This should be okay now."
Unaware she was radiating a fishy night-flower reek from her whole body despite the mask, she only checked what she could see. The sweat-soaked blouse had dried enough to reduce the transparency, but the bold red lipstick writing on her belly was too prominent to hide completely. The vulgar word on her foot couldn't be concealed even by shoving her feet deep into the heels.
"Here!"
The commercial district was already quiet with office workers heading home, so catching a cab without drawing eyes was easy.
"Welcome aboard."
The driver's deep voice greeted her, but she clamped her mouth shut and looked away. Normally, she'd have replied politely, but opening her mouth would let the piercing semen stench fill her lungs, so she stayed silent.
"We're off."
The driver shrugged it off as one of those prickly passengers he saw on the job and pulled away.
Pretty milf.
He stole a glance at Lee Seo-yoon in the rearview. Even with the mask, her slightly downturned eyes screamed beauty. Her voluptuous figure—straight out of the trendy "milf" trend—and those dizzyingly seductive legs glowed faintly in the dark.
But what's that smell?
The faint, unpleasant body odor started wafting after the young-looking milf got in. The driver wrinkled his nose. Unpleasant, yet familiar.
"…"
Pretending to adjust the mirror, he eyed her more closely. Her constant anxious glances his way felt off.
Hold on…
Lately, he'd heard more women doing lewd shit in cabs without the driver knowing, filming it to sell on porn sites for big bucks. That thought clicked with the spreading stench.
This is semen…?
Even after killing time in the park and licking up what she could, Lee Seo-yoon couldn't erase it all. Plus, the cum smeared inside her mask melted anew with every breath, pumping out the fishy aroma relentlessly.
The driver pegged her as one of those types and started ogling her openly through the mirror.
W-what…?
Lee Seo-yoon, already watching him warily, caught the shift immediately. His eyes weren't scanning a weird passenger—they were devouring a bitch in heat, sticky with hot lust. After those nameless men had given her the same look, she couldn't delude herself.
"Gulp…"
She swallowed dryly, throat bobbing in tension. Curling up now would scream guilt, so she forced nonchalance. But every stoplight halt intensified his scorching gaze sweeping her body, turning blatant. The cab's air thickened with tension.
"Ahem…!"
The driver cleared his throat on purpose to draw attention, and she flinched hard—like she had something to hide.
Gotcha.
Her reaction confirmed she knew he was staring—and that sealed it for him. His eyes devoured her swelling tits and impossibly gorgeous legs like they were candy. Then he spotted something odd.
What's that red thing…?
A reddish smudge peeked through her blouse on her lower belly—not too obvious. But what grabbed him was her foot, crossed protectively: red writing on the top, half-hidden by the heel. It looked like playtime residue, and a sleazy grin spread on his face.
"Young folks these days really work their bodies hard, huh."
He started muttering to himself. She sat prim and silent, ignoring him.
"Not just the young ones—women nowadays just spread their legs for anyone…"
His ramble veered from cranky uncle to outright sexual harassment. Sleeping around, whoring themselves out, getting used and discarded like sluts, outdoor exposure play. When "exposure" dropped, she twitched faintly.
"You shouldn't become one of those girls."
He pounced on her subtle reaction, lecturing her posture like friendly advice.
"Mind your own business, driver."
She snapped when he mocked a respectable-looking woman like her not to turn whore.
"Sheesh. Guess it's true what they say—no one wants advice anymore."
"…"
Bored by her silence despite his blatant jabs, he escalated with a taunt.
"Shouldn't a whore at least pretend to listen when an adult talks?"
"W-what did you say?!"
"Then what are you if not a whore?"
He nodded at her foot like he'd cracked the code. She yanked it back into the corner, hiding her shameful secret. Her frantic move emboldened him.
"No matter how much you make spreading those filthy legs, you gonna open 'em for me too?"
"Y-you bastard?!"
Her face burned crimson. As she reached to rip off the stifling mask and scream, the last thread of reason held her back. A fight would favor him, even if he started it—those body writings would screw her.
"Let me out! Now!"
"Why? Gonna drain me right here?"
"Stop the car!"
The cab barely halted before she paid the whore-calling bastard his fare, slammed the door, and stormed out.
"Call if you change your mind. Got cash to stuff between those legs."
Thinking her a real pro, he tossed his business card with his number on the ground and peeled off.
"Hic… ah, aaah…"
Overwhelmed by humiliation and grief, Lee Seo-yoon collapsed right there, sobbing pitifully. Endless tears soaked her mask and sleeves no matter how she wiped them. After wailing on the spot, she staggered toward home with bloodshot eyes.
Her wounded, broken figure trudging away was the picture of wretchedness.