Remembering My Sextwitter Account
I end up remembering that I have a Sextwitter account. Reading the comments on chapter 10 while taking that self-proclaimed doctor's cock from behind... my vision blurs.
"Haa... ah..."
The thought that countless strangers I don't even know are degrading me through their comments... it warps my senses into something utterly bizarre.
Why am I like this? A sensation I've never felt before... no, actually, something similar happened once. That time... when I was with a client and the regular client burst in. Seeing me get fucked by another guy sent me completely over the edge. I was so fucking aroused that I couldn't think straight and even allowed filming—something I'd never permit under normal circumstances.
The photos from back then circulating, ending up in the hands of all those anonymous strangers... I can't hold back anymore. I can't even keep up my expressionless girl persona. I bury my face in the pillow and tremble uncontrollably.
"What? You're a total perv, huh?"
"...Excuse me?"
"You're getting off on reading that post, aren't you? Right?"
The self-proclaimed doctor pounding me from behind strokes my small head as he says it.
"Read that one."
"...?"
"Your pussy's clenching like crazy while you look at those comments. You're soaked down there, aren't you?"
"Ah, no, it's not..."
"Doesn't matter either way, does it? C'mon, read it. Read the ones saying they wanna fuck you. Heh heh."
Honestly, it pissed me off. Even if he's a paying customer, there's such a thing as manners. Strutting around like he's hot shit because he's a doctor, treating me like a disposable onahole or toy during sex.
But I was already out of my mind. I hesitate, then start reading the comments on the post as he commands.
Crude doesn't even begin to cover it—these base, vulgar comments. Obviously from pathetic loser dudes, gross old men gathered like flies, spewing their fetid cum-stinking lust all over my body as fantasy fodder. It was utterly revolting.
I freeze, forgetting to speak for a moment, but the self-proclaimed doctor mounted on my back shoves his cock deeper, rocking his hips and forcing me on his own.
"What're you doing? Keep reading... You're fucking dripping right now, aren't you?"
"No... I'm not... haa!"
"Bullshit, heh heh... Your pussy's flooding down there."
At his words, I glance down at the mattress beneath me... and holy shit, it's soaked like I pissed myself, sticky love juices everywhere. So embarrassing... my head spins.
My vision blurs again, but he keeps nagging me to read more. No choice—I have to voice these degrading comments myself...
"No-con... creampie impregnation... breed... haa... wanna make her carry... pups... ahhh!"
Treating me not as a human but livestock or an animal... that horrific comment about wanting to impregnate me. And as I take that treatment, "Uuuuh♡!!" I hate it but it drives me fucking insane.
...I didn't read for long. I don't wanna say why.
"Hoo... damn, you're one hell of a fuck. Hey, wanna be my sugar baby?"
"Haa... haa...?"
The self-proclaimed doctor who degraded me pulls his cock out, kneads my breasts, and starts babbling whatever... but I'd cum so hard, twitching♡, completely drained, not even able to move a finger.
Why did I go this far? I ponder it endlessly, staring blankly with limp eyes, sprawled out powerlessly.
Of course, I can't even respond properly... like a ragdoll with cut strings, I pass out.
"Fuck, this body's insane... haa..."
The guy fondles and sucks my unresponsive body at will, playing with it like a toy, then says, "Totally blacked out, huh... Can I come again?"
"...Yess♡"
"Hey, here's my number... hit me up if you're interested."
He writes digits on my pale lower belly with lipstick, like graffiti, right on my immobile body.
"..."
"Heh heh... Call me. Got it? Better for you too—no manager cut, direct deal with me, right?"
Then he leaves without cleanup, like his business is done. Humiliating—as if not just my body but my mind surrendered too.
Just reading those comments as he ordered while he fucked me... it felt like my body and mind were violated simultaneously. Imagining I'm the fucktoy for that self-proclaimed doctor... no, for over 10,000 stinking cocks out there, endlessly degraded in their fantasies... it sent a dizzying freefall through my body and soul.
In a word, plummeting into the abyss. My mind gets raped like that, and my body at the same time—my entire being degraded and defiled. And yet, I cum from it, leaving my head spinning.
And... that arousal doesn't fade easily. My heart keeps pounding, thumping away...
One word: shocking. Becoming the object of vulgar lust for all those men in a public internet space.
Haa, I'm losing it—!
I lie sprawled on the bed groaning for ages, finally dragging myself up long after the client left.
Looking at the mirror across from me in confusion... my body, wrecked from repeated poundings. Between my spread legs, sticky fluids drip lewdly... and that red phone number scrawled arbitrarily on my skin.
"Fucking hell..."
I shake my head, check the time—12:50 AM already. Time to head home. No shower today either; gotta go as is.
But... it still hasn't subsided. That dizzy thrill from the comments degrading me.
Hell, insane thoughts bubble up—like I wanna feel it again?!
You slut. Are you crazy?
Obviously, my rational side snaps that it's insane, calling me a lunatic. But I'm not that rational a woman, am I?
I hesitate, then—snap! Facing the mirror, I take a selfie in a similar pose to last time. Mask over my face, hat on, legs spread wide in a slutty pose, pussy splayed open... naked body with the red graffiti number. Thick cum and juices dripping between my thighs.
"F-Face isn't visible, so..."
Should be fine, right?
1:35 AM. Finally home (not my home, but whatever) in a taxi, body utterly spent.
"Yeon-woo, you're back?"
"Yes, Uncle."
"You must be tired. Go wash up and sleep."
"Yess~"
Uncle greets me warmly as always. I play the polite niece, slipping in some subtle aegyo with my greeting. His pleased gaze reassures me—makes me think I can keep freeloading forever...
"Sis is back?"
"Yeah."
Cheol-gyu's half-assed greeting, which I barely acknowledge.
Compared to that asshole, the real fluffy angel greets me with pure love—Mongi.
"Oogu oogu! Mongi, did you miss sis?!"
"Woof! Woof!"
My favorite Samoyed in the world (3 years old, male) wags his tail furiously, panting happily as always!
"Kyaa... so cute."
Cloud-like fluffball with tiny button nose and eyes. Raspy tongue.
"Eek! Ah~ no licking there, Mongi~"
Minus him always lunging to lick my nape—perfect cuteness. Does he like salty sweat? If my shirt's open, he goes nuts for my nape and cleavage.
Still... too cute to care!
"Cutie pie~ you love sis that much~? Huh?"
"What. Disloyal mutt. Thinks sis is the owner? Won't greet me."
I ignore Cheol-gyu, who's lounging on the sofa pretending to watch TV without going to his room. After some animal therapy petting the world’s cutest cloud puff, I head to my room.
Opening the door reveals my rude little brother, focused solely on studying as usual, ignoring if sis is home or not. Won't even turn around or greet me...
"Hey. Greet your sis when she gets home."
"Yeah."
"Ugh, such a brat!"
Smack! I playfully bop his head, but zero reaction. Geez, what a punk. But also admirable, so I open my wallet for a reward.
"Here."
"...What's this?"
"Allowance."
You know how this job makes me cash-rich? I hand him ten 50,000-won bills from my surplus.
"Why? Don't need to... Uncle gives me some too."
"Tch! Take it when a grown-up offers."
He hesitates, takes the money, mumbles a quiet "Thanks, sis," and I feel a swell of pride. Since Dad went bankrupt, I've been covering this kid's tuition and living expenses.
With a faint warm glow, I drag my exhausted body to bed and... try to sleep.
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"..."
Sleep won't come. I toss and turn alone, begging for it... but closing my eyes brings back that earlier scene floating up.
I force my eyes open to banish stray thoughts, but like a cursed doll, those comments keep replaying...
"Haa..."
Don't think of an elephant! And boom, you think of the elephant. Trying to erase it just makes it more vivid.
And... as that lewd experience resurfaces, my crotch starts itching again, barely calmed before.
My womb smolders faintly, not fully extinguished.
"..."
I quietly sit up, sneak a peek at Jin-woo, still grinding away at his studies with headphones on, listening to lectures.
Feeling like a criminal, I pull out my phone and open the photo I took earlier.
Anyone seeing this would call it trashy as hell. Looking at porn in the room with my brother... heart pounding like it'll burst...
Then, I suddenly remember—I have that old Sextwitter account I made ages ago.