Chapter 4
When I woke up, I tugged at Do-ha's soft cheek as she slept beside me with an angelic face.
I went down to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out the ingredients, and while the water in the pot was boiling, I looked up the doenjang-jjigae recipe I'd seen on social media last time.
Not that it mattered much—doenjang-jjigae was doenjang-jjigae—but if I was making it anyway, I wanted to see Do-ha's eyes go wide as a rabbit's after one bite.
"...Hmm. That's not it."
How did the dishes on social media come together so effortlessly? I kept glancing between the screen of my phone and the stew boiling in front of me, and in the middle of it all, I noticed the broth splattered everywhere beyond the induction cooktop.
"And when am I supposed to clean this up?"
Do-ha, sleeping in the living room without a care in the world, looked a little annoying. Still, a girlfriend making hangover soup in the morning was kind of roman...tic, and it reminded me of the fresh feeling from early in our relationship. It made me feel strangely ticklish inside.
Well, the sincere reactions Do-ha sometimes showed could make anyone feel genuinely proud.
"Smells good~"
"How's your stomach? I'm making doenjang-jjigae to feed you."
"Ugh, seriously, let's definitely go abroad and get married someday."
"Why, so you can make me work myself to death every day?"
"Wow... I try saying something sweet for once, and that's what I get. Fine. Hmph."
"Just drink in moderation, ugh."
"Ugh... nagging first thing in the morning. This is rough."
"Whatever, taste it. Should I add more water?"
Even though it was still lunchtime, the days must have gotten shorter—the orange sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling window lay softly across the dining room. Do-ha, sitting on the sofa waiting, was looking at me with eyes still not fully awake, giggling.
"Hehe. Looks so good~"
"Are you just going to stay home all day today?"
"Yeah! Let's watch a movie with beer later tonight~!"
"Sure, sure."
Once I finished setting the spoons and chopsticks on the living room table, Do-ha wriggled her way down off the sofa. When she put a spoonful of stew in her mouth and stuck her tongue out because it was hot, I burst out laughing.
This time I scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and held it to Do-ha's mouth. Then I noticed the bruises scattered across her face. Our eyes met, and my whole body froze.
...
For a few seconds, we just stared into each other's eyes without a word.
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After waking up, I went to the kitchen, brewed a cup of hot coffee, blew on it, and went down one more floor. Whether she'd passed out or fallen asleep, Do-ha's face looked pretty miserable. The sight made me snicker.
The battery must have been nearly dead—when I slowly pulled out the faintly vibrating dildo, white liquid dripped out in a rush. It poured out and dirtied the floor.
I wiped her pussy carefully with wet wipes, brought a chair down from upstairs, and read a book. I wondered when Do-ha would wake up.
*
I opened my eyes with a groan, in agony so intense I thought one of my organs might have ruptured, from the tips of my toes up through my inner thighs to my abdomen.
At the same time, a crushing wave of fatigue hit me. I'd been tensing my lower back and hips hard enough to cramp, so of course the soreness hit deep beneath my skin, through the fat and muscle.
I clung to my fading consciousness and rolled my eyes. Only then did I notice Yu-bin beside me, sipping from a cup.
A jolt. I felt a tingling numbness run from my womb down to the backs of my knees.
"How are you supposed to manage when you're this weak?"
"Hah, huhh, hhng, Yu-bin—"
"There's still punishment left. What are you going to do about it?"
"S-stop, stop, st-st-stop, fuck, aagh—"
"Oh? Looks like you can still take more?"
"Sh-shut, up. If I'd known you were this kind of person, I never would have met you in the first place, you—you piece of garbage."
They say people go crazy when stress reaches its limit. Even as I said it, I thought that if I'd been able to move my hands and arms, I probably would have clamped my own mouth shut.
The stress I'd been suppressing exploded, overwhelming any sense of reason.
"You really can't get it together."
After Yu-bin said that, she sprang up and drove her fist into Do-ha's lower belly. Do-ha screamed and sprayed fluid downward. Yu-bin strapped on the same strap-on dildo as last time and drove it into Do-ha's pussy again and again. Squeak. Bare skin rubbed against leather as Do-ha struggled to escape.
Before long, Do-ha's eyes rolled back and she passed out again. While I waited, I sipped the rest of my coffee, now cold. A few minutes later, her eyes rolled back down and focused on me. Her pupils trembled with a mix of resentment and fear. I savored the expression and kept moving my hips.
I shoved a plug about half a finger-length long into her ass and worked it in and out—squish, squish—and Do-ha shuddered, gurgling as if saliva were flowing backward.
"Pfft, did you just come from getting fucked in the ass?"
"Ghk—no, nooo..."
"What do you mean, no? Turns out you're a total perverted slut, huh?"
Squelch, squelch.
When I yanked the plug out roughly, I could see her slightly stretched asshole twitching. I pulled down my pants and underwear, climbed over her, and aimed as if I were using a toilet. Trickle. As I pissed, a thrill of conquest ran through me.
"Wh-what are you doing? Th-that's filthy... ngh..."
Do-ha was a germaphobe. She must have been badly shocked by what I'd done; her pupils shrank and drool ran from her mouth. With her legs spread while I pissed into her ass, she looked exactly like a human toilet.
"Thanks. I got some good use out of you. Pfft. Ah, I should clean up after myself, right?"
With that, I brought my crotch to Do-ha's mouth. She just stared blankly with a stupid expression, as if she couldn't believe it, so I slapped her across the face a few times. Only then did she start working her mouth.
"Phew... Figures. For a whore who was going to leave me for some other bitch, you've got real talent as a human toilet."
After straightening my clothes, I left Do-ha tied up and headed for the stairs.
"I'll be back later, okay?"
"Hhng—w-wait, just a second!"
Bang. The basement door closed.
The feeling of urine sloshing inside my belly was nauseating. I wanted to pull out whatever was stuffed in my ass and empty everything immediately. My hair was matted with sweat, my lower hole was raw, and my face was smeared with tears, snot, and drool. I wanted to wash it all off. Unable to move a single limb of my own will and being treated as less than livestock, I felt a nameless sense of deprivation creep up from deep inside me.
*
Crackle, crackle.
How much time had passed? I checked the small desk clock on the table. It was already well into the evening.
Do-ha hadn't eaten anything since yesterday evening, so she had to be starving. It seemed too late to cook, so I poured milk and cereal into a bowl and went downstairs. Maybe she hadn't heard me coming—she was half asleep, her eyes barely open. The sight annoyed me, so I pinched and twisted her clitoris while she slept. Her body jerked and she snapped awake.
"I brought you something to eat."
I untied the restraints from her neck, limbs, wrists, and ankles. She let out a weak, wet little groan, almost like a slime, and flopped onto the floor. Watching her, I got the sense she had no will left to resist.
I nudged Do-ha, sprawled on the floor, with my foot to get her up. She must have thought I was going to kick her in the stomach—she quickly wrapped both arms around her belly and sat up.
I set the bowl down in front of her. She looked back and forth between me and the bowl a couple of times, then immediately shoved her face into the bowl and started eating the cereal. Watching Do-ha like that, I found myself smiling without realizing it.
"Do-ha."
When I called her name, Do-ha looked up at me with a milk-smeared face and a piece of cereal stuck to her cheek.
"Have you thought about what you did?"
"Y-yeah... I-I was w-wrong."
"Yeah? Then should we go out now?"
At that, the light returned to her dead eyes, and she nodded vigorously, her head bobbing up and down.
"Mm, then how about this: for one hour, while I torment your pussy, if you don't come even once, I'll let you out. How's that?"
She just stared with her mouth open, clearly unable to process what I'd said.
"Do you want to stay here?"
"Ah—n-no, no, I want to go out."
"Hmph, fine. Then you'd better work hard, huh?"
With Do-ha trembling like a leaf in front of me, I slid open the shelf and picked out a clit suction toy and a small vibrator from the items lined up.
I could see Do-ha's ass as she crawled inch by inch toward the corner.
"Do you want to get hit? Or should I tie you up?"
At that, I kicked Do-ha's chin as she shook her head side to side. Her body swayed, then she steadied herself and knelt on her own.
"Lie face down and spread your pussy open with your hands so I can see it."
Do-ha hesitated, then slowly got into position. She looked so pretty that I squeezed gel into my hand and carefully spread it over her dry pussy. Her clitoris was hidden beneath the hood, so I pulled the skin back until the little clit peeked out. As I stretched the tiny, bean-sized clit between my fingers, Do-ha looked like a cow being milked.
I set the vibrator to its highest setting and pressed it against the exposed clit.
Bzzzzzz.
"Aaaaaah!"
Do-ha jerked and tried to get away again, so I decided tying her up would be better after all. I slapped her across the face a few times as she begged, then tied her arms and legs behind her back.