I, Yeon-woo Lee, Born in 2001... Am a Whore.
America proudly(?) boasts the highest incarceration rate per 100,000 people in the world. And most inmates don't get reformed—instead, they get their asses forcibly broken in and level up into even harder-core criminals of lower quality. Those who were rookies when their asses were first pried open band together once they've got some time under their belts and go after the asses of the powerless newbies. But are they all screaming "I love gay anal sex!"? No way. Most of them are straight. So why do straight guys fuck other guys? It's not like ancient Greek homosexuality where man-on-man love is true love, or Japan's wakashu obsession with pretty boys. Prison rape culture happens not because they're gay, but to satisfy a twisted lust for power. The very act of controlling someone at will is power, and being able to fuck them however you want fulfills that desire to dominate, to prove you're superior. That's why, even in this secluded academy hallway where hardly anyone comes by, he dragged me here—where there's still a risk of getting caught—just to force me to my knees, grab my hair, and do whatever he wants. It's not just simple lust. There's a deeper mix of power trips, conquest highs, superiority complexes, and pathetic urges to vent all the shitty feelings he's bottled up against his big sis.
Cheol-gyu harbored a ton of resentment toward his cousin sis. If I'd read his mind, I'd be like, What the hell did I even do? But perpetrators never really know what they're doing. The way I looked at him day-to-day, my subtle gestures, my attitude—it all sent nonverbal signals screaming "I'm looking down on you" and "I fucking hate you." From his victim's perspective, that shit piled up into constant "This sucks." But since I never said it outright, if you asked him point-blank what was so bad, he'd fumble for an answer. At best, "Your eyes piss me off" or "Your tone was bitchy."
Luckily for him, he didn't need to explain himself in detail. Dumbass me had handed him my weakness on a platter by posting those filthy Sextwitter videos I thought were anonymous. Now they were in my cousin's grubby hands. Just flashing them in my face humiliated me and fed his twisted sadism, letting him vent his inferiority complex and grudges. And he did it on purpose, right here in the academy—a public space.
"Damn, sis, you're such a total perv? Jerking off on Jin-woo's desk? And this... academy bathroom, right?"
"..."
"Why'd you post yourself masturbating in the academy bathroom? Huh?"
"..."
My Sextwitter was a treasure trove. I'd started it bit by bit to relieve stress from academy work and OP gigs. At first, just teasing body shots to test the waters... but getting verbally abused and sexually harassed by faceless strangers turned me on so much I crossed lines. Especially after realizing the biggest reactions—and the most harassment—came from "everyday" spots. So I posted vids of myself masturbating "slutty" in "mundane" places like my room or the academy bathroom. Back then, it felt liberating, a stress release... but now it's my chains.
The phone screen he's shoving in my face right now... it's vividly replaying scenes from the student bathroom I share with the girls, where I deliberately got myself off.
How slutty is that? All in the student bathroom. The background screams "Hey, isn't this our school toilet?" Face isn't fully shown, but lower face and lips flash in.
"Huh? Sis, this mole..."
"...W-what?"
"You're totally busted. Puhaha. Zoom in—there's that mole under your chin, captured perfectly. Kekeke."
"..."
More evidence piling up. The mole under my left jawline.
"Oh, and another. That one on your right ass cheek. Matches perfectly."
"..."
Mole on my upper thigh.
"...Th-that's nothing..."
"Look. Same as in your Insta pics, right?"
I'd let my guard down thinking it was just anonymous Sextwitter... but cross-referencing with my Insta, the proofs of it's-me keep mounting. I go speechless, staring blankly at the phone. Mental breakdown city.
Of course, Cheol-gyu yaps away gleefully.
"Fuck, what if I show this to the kids? What'd they say? Huh?"
And... I mutter that without thinking, a shiver running up from my crotch. One fantasy pops into his head. What if the guys around found out? The boys who crush on "Teacher Yeon-woo" or "Sis Yeon-woo"—what if they learned she's a slutty whore? That she's leashed like a sex slave by her cousin bro? That she used to suck his dick for cash, but after her Sextwitter got busted, now she's his personal whore for pocket change anytime? And—this bitch is my pet. Get my permission, and you can fuck her too. Suck up to me if you want a turn. Imagining slapping a real collar on her and lining them up to breed her one by one.
Urgh, fuck... so goddamn hot...?
Just fantasizing about siccing other guys on sis for ultimate humiliation makes his dick twitch hard, ready to blow. Exclusivity? She's a public cumdump anyone can fuck for money—what exclusivity? Like claiming ownership over a glory hole toilet.
And me? Hearing that slip from his mouth... I react with twisted satisfaction.
"What...? N-no, you can't... p-please!"
Face paling, I grab his pant leg, begging. So over-the-top sensitive it screams new leverage.
"Whoa, the high-and-mighty sis clutching my pants and begging? Kekeke."
"...P-please. Just you. Okay?"
"Hey, what'll you do for me? Obey my orders? Huh?"
"...Y-yeah. If you spread it, you're screwed too... right?"
My begging works—he shakes off the fantasy, steps back, and looks down at his cousin sis, Yeon-woo. Family or not, her looks always stun. Petite head, slender frame... but massive tits, wide hips, tiny waist, porcelain skin, silky black hair swaying. The ultimate alpha bitch that triggers breeding instincts in every male... kneeling before a worthless F-grade loser virgin like me, nicknamed Monkey.
Feels fucking great. Heh heh.
But the leash ain't secure yet. She's dazed from back-to-back blackmail, but once she snaps out, she'll bite back if given half a chance. So, time to lock it down with evidence.
"...Fine then, sis..."
Ziiip.
From last night till now, nonstop plotting how to make her a total slave—his dick's been rock-hard, swollen to bursting. It springs out like boing! through the zipper, red tip glaring. Seeing that worn-out old prick, I think "That's all it takes?" and scoot forward on my knees, sweeping long hair aside, mouth opening eagerly to suck.
But—
"Hey, who said suck?"
"...Huh?"
"Typical whore—show you dick and you're drooling for it. Kekeke... Wanted my cock that bad?"
"..."
Humiliation shakes my jaw, limbs trembling...
"Hey, answer me. Want to suck my dick?"
"...Y-yes, I wanna suck it."
"Good. From now on, do exactly what I say. Suck when I say suck, spread when I say spread."
"...O-okay."
No choice but to obey. He stops me, switches phone to video mode.
I flinch, face draining white, sensing what's coming.
"Look right here."
"...H-huh?"
"Say it to the camera. Got it?"
"S-say what...?"
"What else... heh heh."
Cheol-gyu grins creepily, dropping the heart-stopper.
"Sex slave declaration."
Just days ago, I'd trash-talk Cheol-gyu as a loser jerking to third-rate porn and smut, fantasizing about crossing lines. But now, forced into some doujinshi-level "sex slave declaration video," I can't snap back like before.
"Look here and repeat after me. You can do it, right?"
"..."
"Don't wanna? Should I blast it in the group chat? Hmm... someone else might recognize your body too."
"...Th-that's..."
"Just do what I say. Easier for both of us."
"..."
Irrefutable video evidence incoming. Sure, sue him for blackmail and he'd go down too... but this guy with his backups might actually spread it, playing crazy. Terrifying. So, as he prompts, I recite for the recording.
"I, b-born in 2001... Yeon-woo Lee... am a whore..."