From Now On, Going Without Panties Is the Basic Rule
But the humiliation didn't end there...
The bastard smacked my ass, which was slumped over from exhaustion, and demanded more.
"Sis. Lift your ass higher."
"...Like this?"
"Yeah. Good. You listen well. But why the fuck do you keep forgetting 'Master'?"
"...L-Like this, Master...?"
"Higher, higher... Yeah. Good girl."
"..."
"Nice... Sis, your body's just fucking made to get cocks hard, you know? And that pussy's so goddamn pink, it's insane."
I had to obey his commands while enduring his shameful praise... On all fours, in the most humiliating pose imaginable... I lifted my ass, spreading my gaping asshole and pussy wide for him.
And Cheol-gyu picked up that damn phone again... filming every inch of my exposed, private parts, capturing it all on video...
But I was so mentally drained that I couldn't even muster a proper rebellion. Like a puppet on strings, I did exactly as he ordered—
"Yeah. Spread that pink pussy yourself. Good girl~ That's it. Hold still just like that."
I had to spread my pussy wide open right in front of the camera. Like a dog obeying its master's command...
Just end it already... I'm so tired...
I was so exhausted I just wanted to pass out, but he got even more excited watching my shame, shoving the lens right up close to film the insides of my most private spots... Then he showed it to me.
"Look at this. Your pussy, sis. Whoa... It's overflowing with pussy juice and my cum, heh heh heh."
"..."
What was so great about it? But I couldn't show my disgust, and the excited bastard jammed his fingers into my pussy without warning, scraping the walls with his nails—
"Haht...!"
—deliberately teasing my hypersensitive insides to scoop out the cum pooled there...
Splat! It dripped onto the floor in thick globs of semen and juices, making wet splattering sounds. Of course, he filmed every second of it.
Then, staring down at the puddle of my bodily fluids on the filthy floor, he grinned lewdly and asked me,
"Sis. Hey, sis."
"...What... Master?"
"Look. Sis, we gotta do your missions and punishments anyway, right? I'll combine 'em into one. Sound good? And I'll even give you a choice."
"...Huh?"
That ridiculous sex slave contract... On top of servicing him whenever he wanted, it required daily missions...
So when he pointed at the puddle on the floor with his finger, my heart sank.
"First option: Get on all fours in front of me... and lick it up. Like a bitch in heat."
"...!"
You fucking psycho...! He was telling me to lap up that mix of cum and pussy juice from the floor—like, a floor that hadn't been cleaned in years—with my tongue.
No matter how much I'd submitted to his blackmail, this was beyond human decency. I cursed him inwardly... but I desperately held it back. He scared me now.
Thankfully, the second option was less disgusting.
"Second: You see the graffiti I wrote on you?"
"...Yes."
The crap he'd forcibly scrawled on my lower belly: ♥Please Rate My Pussy Taste!♥ (Stars + Review Requested!)
"Don't erase it. No showering. Go to OP like that. And tell the clients..."
"...W-What?"
"What else? After sex, ask 'em to rate it with stars and a review, just like it says. Deal? You pick which one."
"..."
Mentally, this was way more humiliating. But no way in hell could I lick a years-old dust pit with a clear head...
So I had no choice.
"Th-The second one... I'll do the second one, Master..."
"Heh heh. Knew it. Good. Oh, and one more thing."
"...?"
Still grinning like a perv, he told me,
"When you go tonight and get fucked by clients, have them film it."
"...What? If that leaks..."
"It's already all filmed anyway. And not on their phones—ask 'em to use your phone. No leaks then, right?"
"..."
"Got it? Let me say it again. From now on, unless I say otherwise... every time you fuck, tell the guy to film it on your phone."
"..."
It was so absurd I couldn't even speak... but he was lost in whatever delusion, chattering on without a care for my expression.
"And every day, you report to me. Who'd you fuck today~ How much did you make~ Spill everything. Show me the videos. Got it?"
"Th-That..."
"What? Still can't? Then lick this up."
"..."
...Filming every fuck on my phone. Another insane demand. Only after I agreed did it finally end.
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"...C-Can I... go now?"
"Yeah. Get dressed."
"...Haa... haa."
Only after his permission did I cover my naked body with clothes.
...He'd thrown them everywhere, so they were dusty from the floor. My black H-line skirt especially—gray dust everywhere, super obvious. White shirt too, speckled with filth...
Stumbling to my feet, hands shaking like crazy, I barely managed to put on the dirty clothes... but one thing was missing.
"...Wh-Where's... my p-panties...?"
"Panties?"
"Y-Yeah..."
I had no idea where they'd gone after he snatched them. Cheol-gyu tilted his head like he couldn't remember, then went "Ah!" and rummaged in the warehouse corner, grunting as he pulled something out...
"Ah..."
"Can't wear these, huh?"
He handed them over with a slightly sorry look, but they'd been tossed into a dusty crevice among junk—utterly filthy.
Watching me stare blankly at them, he smirked like it was hilarious—
"Eh. Skipping panties is fine too. Actually... from now on, no panties, period."
"...What?"
"Forgot the contract?"
All decisions regarding 'B's body (hairstyle, weight, clothing, etc.) belong to 'A'. 'B' may not attempt any physical changes without 'A's permission. 'B' must wear items designated by 'A' (collar, specific accessories, etc.) as ordered by 'A'.
"You signed it, right? Yeah? No panties unless I say so. That's the rule now. Got it?"
"B-But..."
No panties... The H-line skirt I'd worn today was tight and pretty short—bending over felt risky.
What do I do? If I bend and students see...
And Cheol-gyu eyed my short skirt with a sleazy grin, saying,
"Hmm... That's longer than I thought."
"...Huh?"
"Tomorrow, wear something shorter. Dress like the whore you are."
Ah. I didn't need a mirror to know my face had gone pale blue. But I had no choice.
The panties from the dust pit were caked in ominous grime that screamed "30 STDs if you wear me." No way I could.
So I had to leave pantyless, anxious as hell.
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We couldn't exit together or we'd get caught, so I went first, with Cheol-gyu following later.
"Go on. Hurry up."
"..."
He shoved me out the door like I was trash...
I hadn't done anything wrong, but the fear of getting caught made my heart pound.
"Hoo. Hoo."
No one's around, right? I peeked down the dim hallway—empty, as expected in this forgotten corner.
Clock said around 2 PM. Lunch over, study time. Sure, slackers like Cheol-gyu skipped, but re-takers wouldn't come to a dump like this—they'd hit a PC bang.
Relieved, I rushed to the student bathroom. (Teacher's was too far.)
"Haa... haa... ah..."
Locked in a stall, sitting on the toilet to catch my breath, it finally sank in.
...I'm fucked...
Caught prostituting at OP, then stupidly posted masturbation vids on Sextwitter.
Blackmailed into getting fucked by my cousin... and he filmed new vids during it...
Aah...
Despair. Videos of me spilling my name, address, phone, age, school, major, family... Sucking my cousin's dick barefaced. Cumming while getting "raped"...
The shackles weren't just from our "deal"—he kept adding thicker ones unilaterally. Hopeless.
Should I report him?
I considered it... but even if he got punished, as a semi-influencer with some online name, my dirty secrets—prostitution—going viral with the vids? Obvious who loses more.
-I don't care if I go to jail. But can you handle it, sis? Your name, vids, and "whore" label all over the net?
His taunt during blackmail? Undeniable. It pissed me off more.
"Fuck...!"
All I could do was obey and pray for less pain...
"Goddamn it...!"
Fuming, I yanked out a huge wad of toilet paper.
"You fucking bastard... Piece of shit... Fucking dog-cock asshole..."
Part rage, part necessity—I had to wipe my crotch fast. Why? That cloudy gray-white fluid was still leaking out...
And the problem was—even scrubbing the outside—
"...Hah. No way..."
Standing up... glorp-slosh—
"Eek...!"
I'd expelled a lot, but moving made me feel his cum still pooled deep inside, at the tilted core near my cervix fold.
Why's that bad? It wouldn't all gush out at once—instead, every step, gravity would drip it out bit by bit...
And without panties—drip-drip—straight down my thighs all day, stressing me out.
It wasn't ending with one fuck from Cheol-gyu... He'd haunt me all day, making me feel violated every moment.