Cheol-gyu's Penalty: Public Toilet Masturbation Proof
Even after going through that in the morning, I head to Pilates class with my friends, my face completely expressionless, just like always.
"Great. Very flexible."
"Hoo... hoo..."
"Yes. A little more... okay. Good job, Yeon-woo. Perfect form."
Really, after breakfast, I'd been treated like a actual dog by my most hated cousin—gagged with dog gum in my mouth, fucked like an animal while shitting myself and masturbating... Yet here I am, exercising with a straight face, no big deal.
"Hye-min, wanna hit this place after? It popped up on Insta..."
"For real? I've been dying to go, but the wait's always insane."
"I know a guy working there. He said he'd hook us up."
"No way. But that part-timer... he's a guy, right?"
"Huh? How'd you know?"
"Girl, you gonna keep abusing your looks like that?"
After class, chatting casually with friends about grabbing food at some Insta-famous spot, acting like nothing happened. From the outside, I look exactly the same as always.
But... the thought creeps in as I act so nonchalantly—Am I the abnormal one here?
Thinking about what Cheol-gyu did to me, any normal girl would be drowning in despair. You'd expect more "victim-like" behavior, right? And this isn't a one-off— he's got a solid grip on me, so whenever he wants, I have to spread for him, suck his dick if he says so, open my pussy if he demands it, get on all fours like a bitch in heat at the academy or home... A normal woman would be crushed by the humiliation and degradation, maybe even driven to extremes.
Of course, I feel the humiliation and disgust when he forces me. I hate doing his perverted shit, terrified of getting caught—especially by my little brother... But somehow, I can still act normal on the outside. I don't even know why.
Is it because I'm used to sex from my OP life, so it hits less hard? Or... I hate to admit it, but maybe this isn't the worst-case scenario for me... Or could it be that deep down, I'm getting a thrill from the illicit danger of it all?
No, no way. That can't be it.
Every time he forces me, my body reacts, sure. But my mind still hates it. Every time his cock ravages me without mercy, it's revolting, repulsive.
Yeah. I hate Cheol-gyu. I hate him forcing me. I'm just... mentally strong enough to pretend it's nothing.
I force myself to think that. Because if it's not—if I'm secretly enjoying being raped by him, submitting to his perversions—then he's right. I'm a slutty masochistic bitch, born cheap. Me? Yeon-woo Lee?
No. No way. This is temporary.
If I accept that conclusion, I feel too degraded... So I deny it deep down.
"Alright, that's class for today. See you next session."
"Thank you...!"
After class, I head to the locker room to change. Pilates might seem light, but done right, it's a real workout.
"Hoo... hoo... exhausting."
After an hour, my body's drenched in sweat. White leggings and a bralette, soaked through, faintly translucent.
Essential for body maintenance, even if it's tough. I silence my phone, stash it in the locker to focus—check it after.
"Where..."
KakaoTalk's blowing up with unread messages.
"That crazy bastard."
While I was exercising, a bunch from Cheol-gyu. Trembling fingers glance around, then open his chats quick.
A sharp wave of dread hits. I reply fast on KakaoTalk.
"..."
Biting my nails, I send them off... but no reply makes me more anxious.
...Why the hell am I panicking over this? Scared he'll actually do something just because I was a bit late? It's humiliating—my face twists on its own. But I can't do shit about it.
"Yeon-woo. What you doing? Not showering?"
"Huh? Oh. Got an important KakaoTalk. You guys go ahead."
Friends call from behind to shower together, but I bite my lip—gotta check replies first.
Kakao!
Luckily, as they head to the showers, his reply comes.
Whew. At least he replied.
...That explain it? But his next ones...
That fucker...! Toying with me from way up high...! But I can't snap back. Just powerless rage.
"..."
He demands pics like I'm his property, obedience a given. No choice—I glance around, slip into the bathroom, full-body mirror shot.
Eh, post-workout "gym glow" selfies for Insta aren't weird anyway...
Click!
...Dogshit. Treating me like a real slave, casually demanding poses like it's nothing. Even ones he wants to jerk to.
...No choice, I obey—snap several, send them over.
A bit narcissistic maybe, but in leggings and bralette, I look near-perfect. No filters needed. Insta-ready for sure.
Flawless.
Not narcissism—just objective fact. Seems Cheol-gyu agrees.
"...Haa."
Well... wanted to post anyway, so I prep to obey—but
"...Crazy..."
...Now he's controlling my Insta pics like it's normal.
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My Insta usually avoids face shots, opts for mild exposure instead. But Cheol-gyu leaked my face from academy promo pics to communities, outing me as the real model. So I went private but toned down the skin... Now he's pushing max exposure without cropping issues—the sluttiest possible.
Meaning, he's taking over my SNS too?
Chilling dread stabs my heart. Compared to fucking him, seems minor—but to me, this feels bigger. Controlling my public image on a whim.
Sex with him? Fine if no one knows. But this... it's hijacking my life. One pic now, but if I blow up later? Fame as leverage for more blackmail? No guarantee.
But thinking that doesn't help—gotta obey now.
So I tug the bralette down, max cleavage without nips showing.
Click—
Areola peeks a tad—nerve-wracking—but send to him first.
"Huh...?"
He said this morning—no panties without permission. But... Pilates in just leggings?!
...Apologizing for this. Pathetic, but...
"..."
Crazy fuck. What now...?
...My head goes blank at the humiliating order.
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Meanwhile, at the academy.
Cheol-gyu grins to himself, glued to his phone. Silent mode, no sound or vibe, but each KakaoTalk dings dopamine straight to his brain.
Dumbass cousin noona. One leak threat and she rolls over like an obedient pup. Watching her snap pics on command—different thrill from sex. Back in school, was this how bullies toyed with kids?
Her new pic—mirror selfie, no panties obvious if you look. Clear cameltoe on white leggings.
Moments later, her Insta—chain of slutty exposure shots. 120k followers, dozens of replies per post standard.
All these guys jerking to my sex slave? Feels like a king granting them fap fodder. Mood skyrockets.
Hmm. Be generous? Or ban 'em forever? Nah... more humiliation.