The Marked Girl and the New Contract
I pulled my cock out of her anus, and semen trickled out. I tore off a tissue to wipe the slick from her thighs, then swept around her gaping, puckered anus. Her twitching sphincter is so incredibly erotic, I thought, and spoke to Youngsun. "Noona, try clenching your butt. If you leave it like this, it’s all going to leak out and ruin your clothes later."
My actions, like I was cleaning a small child’s bottom, made Youngsun’s face flush bright red. Even so, she tightened her glutes without a word. The remaining semen oozed out little by little. She’s so gentle with things like this... Wait, wait, what is this!
"Hey, what are you doing!" Youngsun panicked. She thought it would end with me just cleaning her up, but she heard a distinct click. Then, she felt me scribbling something onto her buttocks.
"Oh, I found a permanent marker here."
It was a marker used for organizing supplies and inventory, but it had a different purpose now. Youngsun kept her mouth shut, reading the letters being carved into her skin by following the sensation on her butt.
A shameful phrase was etched onto her right buttock. The arrow pointed directly at her anus. Youngsun let out a breathless sigh. You bad boy, treating someone’s body like a sketchbook... Ahh, calling it an 'anal non-virgin life,' such mean words... But it didn't end there. I turned her around and wrote on her lower abdomen as well. Youngsun twisted her body, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looked down to see what I would write on her belly.
No Masturbation / No Use
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I emphasized the word "Virgin Pussy" with brackets and drew the arrow pointing to her pussy extra thick. I traced the outline first, then filled it in like a tattoo. The result was a notepad that looked shockingly lewd. Her ass was a non-virgin, but her pussy was still a virgin. Youngsun bit her lip in shame, yet she placed her hand on her lower abdomen, right above the text. Her pussy was crying out to be fucked, leaking fluid, but I had no intention of doing so. Ah, when will he write on this part...
Instead of expressing her disappointment, she acted coy. "Writing things like this, it's strange... It's too perverted... What if someone sees...?"
"There you go again. Pretending you don't like it."
"If you write things like this, how am I supposed to go to the gym..."
Youngsun twisted her body and her voice sounded like she was about to cry, but her expression was drenched in the joy of masochism. I laughed, capped the marker, and stopped just as I was about to zip up her windbreaker. "Give me your phone."
I switched it to camera mode and stepped back. "Cover your pussy with your hands, and cover your eyes too."
"L-like this?"
As Youngsun covered her eyes and pussy with her hands, she looked like an AV concept actress. In reality, she was just a female college student in the sports department. She wore a sports bra and windbreaker on top, but nothing below. It was exactly to my taste. I loved the goal of satisfying my sexual desires by stripping only her lower half, without any foreplay on her upper body. I loved giving her all sorts of humiliation without caring about her feelings!
Bottomless fashion is the best. Only people with no taste like topless stuff!
I cropped the photos at the knees so the underwear and sweatpants hanging at her ankles wouldn't show. Her tanned lower abdomen was covered in all sorts of obscene words. She looked like a lewd sculpture. I gulped and snapped the photos.
"I'm taking it, smile!"
Youngsun pulled up her vaseline-slicked lips. Click. Click. Her lewd body would now be captured in photos and saved to the gallery. Youngsun gasped. Every time she heard the shutter sound, her pussy tightened—
I zipped up her windbreaker for her. Once she pulled her pants up, aside from the vaseline on her lips, she didn't look like someone who had just been having anal sex. But if you pulled down this windbreaker, you would see the words written on her belly. Virgin Pussy, No Masturbation, and so on. And the words Anal Non-Virgin Life etched on her butt.
Ah, I have to go to the gym today—
But I didn't want to erase these words just yet. Should I just do roadwork today? Or should I go to the gym wearing the windbreaker? As she pondered this happy dilemma, I gave her one more task. "Noona, clean it with your mouth."
I poked her pussy with the cock that had been sliding in and out of her ass. But this time, Youngsun dodged. "I-it's a bit much right now..."
"You did well last time."
She hadn't done well. She had just barely touched it with her tongue. Youngsun pointed to the CCTV screen as an excuse. "There's a customer outside."
"Ah, too bad."
Instead of using her mouth, Youngsun took out a wet wipe and cleaned my massive member. Something feels lacking... It seemed cleaning it with her mouth was still too much for now. It was only natural, since she hadn't even learned how to perform fellatio properly. I poked her cheek with my finger. "Noona, you said you'd do anything."
"A customer came, so I couldn't. N-next time, I'll definitely do it."
"Okay. I'll look forward to this Sunday."
Hearing my words from above her head, Youngsun blushed. Ah, what would I make her do on Sunday? Maybe I'd break her virginity? In truth, if I asked her right now, Youngsun would have been willing to ignore the customer and offer up her virginity. To be pierced over and over in this dark, musty storage room—
But as she wiped me with the wet wipe, my cock slowly softened. Youngsun secretly let out a sigh of regret. If you listen well, I'll write on your pussy too, I had said. When would I tear her hymen with that thick cock of mine if she listened well... Oh, the customer is waiting.
We cleaned up and left the storage room. The remaining part-time hours passed quickly. After 6 PM, there were many customers, so there wasn't much to do. But I felt strangely aroused watching Noona greet the people she knew. Did those people know she had been having anal sex in the storage room today? Could they guess that she was a lewd woman whose back door had been breached while her pussy was still a virgin? And did they know there were obscene scribbles on her lower abdomen and butt? Thinking about that made my crotch tighten. No, stop!
But it seemed the same was true for Youngsun. Every now and then, she would make a strange expression and place her hand on her butt or belly. And as the work was almost finished...
"Oh, it's hot." Youngsun said that and pulled down her zipper.
"Noona, what are you doing?"
"Hm?" Youngsun looked at me with an innocent expression. Then she noticed my gaze, looked at her belly...
"!!!!"
She zipped the windbreaker back up to her neck. Hm, sometimes this cute side of her is nice too. She seemed to have forgotten about the marker scribbles. Youngsun blushed to her ears and looked around. Then, she slowly pulled the zipper down again... and showed me, at the counter, the obscene words written on her belly. She kept her hands in her windbreaker pockets, ready to fold her arms and cover her belly at a moment's notice. Even so, there were people walking around behind her. But Youngsun seemed to enjoy this. Did she like the tension of someone potentially seeing the scribbles? Well, I felt quite aroused too, as if I were doing something bad. Noona boasted about her scribbles and tapped her pussy area with her hand. She whispered with her mouth. Her lips moved seductively.
'Wri. te. on. it. quick. ly.'
How much longer can I hold back from breaking Youngsun Noona's cherry...?
***
Work is over. Youngsun Noona disappeared into the night street with her Boston bag, saying she was going to exercise. I wanted at least a kiss, but she was heartless. She sped away before I could even call her. When I get home, I'll have to wash up and play with Yerim. I headed home, humming. Yerim said she had bought a lunch box, too.
"Oppa, you're here?"
She must have been waiting at the entrance; Yerim approached and hugged me tightly. My eyes went to the tattoo etched on her collarbone. 2001.10.05. The tattoo sitting on her snow-white skin was incredibly exotic, and combined with her beauty, it exerted a tremendous effect. Unlike the Yerim from before, she looked much more strong-willed and like someone who loved to play. To think her image could change this much with just one tattoo. However, the area under the tattoo was still red and inflamed, as if the wound hadn't healed yet. I should probably refrain from kissing there.
Seeing the changed Yerim sent a tingle of excitement through me. Oh, but.
"What about the thigh tattoo?"
She was wearing short dolphin shorts, so the tattoo should have been visible. Did something happen?
"Th-that. The tattoo artist cried so much. Can we talk after we eat?"
She cried? While I was in a state of confusion, Yerim brought over the heated Hansot lunch boxes. Hers and mine.
"You haven't eaten?"
"I was waiting to eat together when Oppa came."
Oh, I'm touched... Even with a tattoo, Yerim is just Yerim. Her insides couldn't change, after all. No, she's not Yerim, she's Charles. I should start thinking about names. I, too, am slowly realizing that Yerim and Charles are not the same existence. Especially after seeing the tattoo.
As we sat at the table eating chicken mayo and I asked what happened, Yerim answered fluently. Because of the trauma, she cried so much that the work was difficult, so she told her to come back tomorrow. And, she said she made a contract with that Judas lady.
I was surprised... "You did? What kind of wind blew you?"
She had hated making contracts with Youngsun Noona so much. At that, Yerim let out a deep sigh.
"...You'll know when you dream tonight. Anyway, tonight, me, Oppa, and the real Judas lady. The three of us will appear."
"Then what should I do? D-do I just have to do lewd things with that person named Judas?"
Doing lewd things when she's afraid of men? Wouldn't it become a terrible nightmare? When I asked worriedly, Yerim shook her head.
"I won't make you have a lewd dream. Today, just think of it as talking lightly with Ms. Judas."
Well, Yerim must have had a plan since she made the contract. It's never bad to listen to a woman. I nodded and finished my meal.
"Oppa, but you're not saying the tattoo is pretty."
Cough, cough. Ah, I hadn't paid attention. I had thought about it in my head, but I was so surprised by the lack of the thigh tattoo— I had to weave a long, long excuse.