Bommelier
Bommelier
Shin Yoo-hwa.
Back in high school, when she was juggling studies and a trainee program, she used to hang out with Ha Hui-ryeong.
But maybe because she was a trainee, while she hung out with the group, she never directly took part in the bullying.
I guess you could call her Bitch Number One, who just stood back and snickered.
So I never held much of a grudge.
Not exactly fond of her, but not really hateable either.
After graduation, I heard she made it big enough to land the center spot in a top idol group... but to meet again like this, of all ways.
Life really is unpredictable, isn't it?
"Shin Yoo-hwa? You don't mean Yoo-hwa from Friday?"
Jeong Ji-min, who also seemed to recognize the name, chimed in as if intrigued.
Ha Hui-ryeong shrugged lightly.
"I vaguely heard she was in some weird group, Friday or French Fry or whatever. Is it really that famous?"
"Of course! They used to dominate the music scene. It's bizarre you don't know them! They even came to our university festival once. They were amazing..."
"Hmm, is that so? Kim Ha-yoon, do you know them too?"
"I've heard of them."
Kim Ha-yoon responded half-heartedly, clearly not much interested in idols.
Well, she was too busy just surviving to have time for stuff like that.
Given her tragic family circumstances, it made sense she had little interest.
"But how come you don't know her, unnie? Weren't you friends?"
"I told you we used to be. As soon as we graduated, she cut off all contact."
It's a common story—cutting off the shameful past after making it big.
"I don't know how long she's been here, but she's in terrible shape."
I muttered that while groping Shin Yoo-hwa's breasts.
She still had flesh on her—someone must have been feeding her—but her muscles were in poor condition, probably from being left here for so long.
Her mind was likely very unstable too.
She'd been blindfolded, earplugged, and gagged all day long, serving only as a sex object here. I doubted she could stand on her own even if released.
In fact, even though quite some time had passed since I'd removed her blindfold, Shin Yoo-hwa hadn't come to.
Or rather, maybe it's more accurate to say she'd completely lost her mind.
Even when I waved my hand in front of her face, her unfocused eyes just stared blankly into space.
"Then there's no helping it."
I pulled my dick out of Su-ah and handed her over to Jeong Ji-min, who staggered under the sudden weight.
"Whoa! W-What's this all of a sudden?"
"Hold her for a bit."
"What are you going to do now?"
Ha Hui-ryeong asked that with narrowed eyes, sensing something ominous.
She's sharp, after all.
I answered with my brightest smile.
"Simple. It's a rescue operation."
"Don't tell me you're going to do it to these bitches too..."
"You guessed it. Since ancient times, shock therapy has been the most effective for bitches who are out of their minds, right?"
"...I've never heard anything like that."
Ha-yoon, just let this one slide and chalk it up to that.
Haven't the elders often said that you can fix a broken machine by hitting it?
It's the same principle.
Sometimes a strong shock can snap a person back to their senses.
"Once I fuck her, she'll snap out of it. Yin-Yang Union is god and all-powerful, after all."
"No matter how I look at it, it's not a rescue operation, it's a hole operation. Couldn't you just treat her with my trait?"
"Heh! You only deal with the physical. These bitches need a more delicate and agape-like process."
"...Do you even know what agape means?"
I don't.
There's no way a high school graduate like me would know that.
I just threw in a fancy-sounding word.
"Hui-ryeong, that's not the point. The point is you can't heal the mental aspect. But I can."
"This bastard's twisting words."
Ha Hui-ryeong clicked her tongue and shook her head with her arms crossed, as if there was no point in arguing.
"So, in conclusion, you just want to fuck them once."
Kim Ha-yoon's blunt interjection, hitting the nail right on the head.
Annoyingly, she had me pegged perfectly.
Ha Hui-ryeong chimed in with an 'Exactly.'
"It's so obvious. You've been rambling on, but in the end it all boils down to sex. All that talk about Mind-Body-Technique, Mind-Body-Technique—you sure grew up a lot, huh? In a really shitty direction."
"Come on, would it be right to kick away a tableful of food like this? Let's just have a taste. A taste."
"Taste my ass. Since when is pussy a food?"
"You're not wrong, though. In that sense, these bitches are junk food. You try a bite and toss 'em."
Even I thought that was a shitty thing to say.
Naturally, the looks directed at me were ice cold.
"Wow... you spout such trashy remarks with such confidence. Oppa, even I think you're truly admirable."
Glare.
I glared fiercely at Jeong Ji-min, who butted in so tactlessly.
She then acted like she hadn't said anything, whistling nonchalantly.
Anyway, the problem is that mouth of hers, which never knows when to shut up.
"Haa... I don't care anymore. Just come out when you're done."
"I-I'll wait outside too!"
Ha Hui-ryeong heaved a long sigh, as if giving up, and turned her back on me.
Jeong Ji-min seized the moment and stuck close behind Ha Hui-ryeong, and Kang Ha-rin quietly followed the two.
All that remained was Kim Ha-yoon and me.
"You're not going?"
"Watching is... its own kind of fun."
...She's got some peculiar tastes too.
"Fine, suit yourself."
I granted her permission to spectate with a lukewarm tone.
It just so happened I needed an assistant anyway.
'Alright, first things first.'
I'll save Shin Yoo-hwa for the climax and take a look at the other fuckable ones.
I walked around the display shelves with eager steps, looking them over carefully.
They all had great figures.
They'd have already weeded out the inferior ones, so only the fairly exceptional bitches had earned the right to be here.
But I doubt they'd consider that lucky.
Maybe they'd have been better off dead than getting treated like living onaholes.
"Let's start with one."
Sluuuurp.
I shoved my cock into a pussy that was relatively clean down there without hesitation.
Looking around, I could see a pattern.
First, the ones positioned closest to the entrance were in really wretched condition.
I'd say it felt like they were sorted by grade.
At the entry, they'd gathered only the ones who'd already been used to filth.
Still, a pussy glistening with another guy's cum is a bit off-putting.
Nevertheless, the ones in the middle were tolerable.
Maybe they were being maintained, because there were no signs of creampies.
"Tightness: 2 points. Breast firmness: 5 points. Overall: 4 points. A dud."
Sprrrrrrt.
Having calmly given my evaluation, I shook my hips frantically and shot my load.
At the same time, the unfocused woman's eyes snapped wide open.
"Hnggh...! Hnngha...!"
I couldn't tell what she was saying with the gag still in, but it was quite surprising that this doll-like bitch had regained consciousness.
Is Yin-Yang Union really a god?
Does it have expertise in psychotherapy too?
Feeling a faint sense of admiration and fulfillment, I pulled my cock out of her pussy.
I'd given her a satisfying creampie, so I moved right on to the next.
"This one's tightness isn't too bad. But I'm deducting points. Dark pussy, dark nipples. Looks a bit too worn. Overall: 2 points."
"...All good, but do you really need to say that out loud?"
"It's necessary. And don't just stand there watching—use your ice crystal to carve numbers on their bellies."
"On their bellies? Numbers?"
"Yes. Right there, where the uterus would be. Carve the overall score I mentioned."
Kim Ha-yoon clearly didn't like it, but as always she obediently followed my instructions.
She conjured ice in midair and then carved bloody numbers onto the bitches whose pussies were full of cum.
"Got it. Like this, then?"
"Oh, you're pretty dexterous. Keep it up."
"Hngh, hnnggh!?"
Of course, in the process, there were those who rolled their eyes back and cried out in pain.
After all, it's practically carving knife marks into their bellies, so of course it hurts.
But it was all something that had to be endured out of necessity.
"Oh, this bitch has a decent face. Tightness is good, breasts are plump and firm—very satisfying. Overall: 7 points."
"7... 7 points."
After that, the vulgar judging continued.
Taking stamina enhancers here and there, I graciously bestowed my seed upon a total of twenty-two women.
It was just a shame there were no virgins.
Besides, they'd probably been passed around among countless other men, so there was no point in taking them with me.
They really were junk food to be enjoyed just this once.
Still, I could take comfort in having gotten Su-ah, a fairly fuckable one.
She had a pretty face, so she'd be perfect to put under Kang Ha-rin.
"Ugh, 1 point. This one's totally gaping. I put it in and feel nothing. Face and figure are great, but the internal quality is shit."
Slap!
I roughly smacked her breast and pulled my cock out of her cunt-hole.
This bitch wasn't even worth cumming over.
'Then, last but not least...'
Time to savor the main course I'd been saving.
Shin Yoo-hwa.
The monumental moment of craving the pussy of a woman who once reached the highest heights.
Back in my military days, my comrades and seniors all fawned over this bitch like crazy.
There were countless guys spouting off about wanting to sleep with Shin Yoo-hwa at least once.
Of course, I can't say I didn't feel the same way.
Back then, she was so high up, unlike me.
"But now she's fallen even lower than rock bottom. How ironic."
Pluuuuunge.
After briefly playing with her nipples by twisting them, I immediately shoved my cock into her pussy with force.
Quite tight.
Surprisingly, unlike the other loose bitches, Shin Yoo-hwa's pussy had considerable elasticity.
'Was it because she'd been managed to some extent?'
I let out a dumbfounded chuckle.
It was exactly around that time that Shin Yoo-hwa came to her senses.
"Hnnggh...!"
It was a peculiar thing.
Even without a creampie, just the act of thrusting it in was enough to bring her back to consciousness.
Curious what she'd spout, I removed her gag.
"Haaak...! F-Fuck...! Who the hell are you? Where's that son of a bitch Park Jung-woo, and what kind of bastard are you...!"
She didn't recognize me.
No surprise there.
She'd been so thorough in cutting ties with the past that it wouldn't be strange if she'd cleanly forgotten someone like me.
But I couldn't help feeling a bit spiteful.
"Huh? Jung-woo? Who's that?"
"Weren't you that bastard's lackey!? What did you do to him... hnnk!"
Unable to follow her train of thought, I just decided to focus on moving my hips.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
My balls smacked against her pussy lips with a crisp sound. The more I thrust, the more her juices flowed, making insertion much smoother.
Of course, her moans grew more passionate in turn.
"Hnng, haaang! W-Wait...! What are you doing to my body...! Hnngh, what the...!"
"I'm not doing anything. It's just that your body is trashy, former idol."
I even picked her up.
Feeling myself dig in deeper than before, I picked up the pace of my piston action.
"S-Stop...! P-Please stop...!"
As I spun in place while doing it, her cunt juices splattered everywhere.
"There was a scene like this in a Friday music video, wasn't there? That summer concept was really impressive—let's recreate it right here!"
If this wasn't a fountain show, what was?
Under the dim lighting, transparent streams of liquid soaked the surroundings.
And laughter steeped in ecstasy and moans tinged with pleasure formed a harmony like a symphony.
Brighter and sunnier than the freshness of summer.
It was a sight well worth seeing—one that would have fans clutching their pants and sighing in despair.
"Uh...."
Kim Ha-yoon, who had been watching the whole thing without missing a beat, was so amazed she was at a loss for words.
True to her peculiar tastes, she'd wanted to capture this moment on her phone. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if she'd gotten excited in some odd way, and she let out ragged breaths sporadically.
'...She's not normal either, I tell you.'
Still, I needed to repay the audience's support.
"A spectacular finale!"
I, who had been spinning around, suddenly stopped and jumped straight up in place.
High enough to almost touch the ceiling.
That, too, was only possible because of Yin-Yang Union.
And what followed...
-Boom!
Was an intense impact and an explosive ejaculation.
Sprrrrt. Sprrrrrrt. Spprrrrrrrrrt!!
"Kyaaaaaa!!"
As we crashed down, the gushing semen indiscriminately violated Shin Yoo-hwa's womb.
With my glans pressed tightly against her cervix, I shot my savage seed with the force to impregnate her.
"Hek, kahaak...."
Alas, she couldn't endure it.
As if in ecstasy, she foamed at the mouth, rolled her eyes back, and went limp.
"Overall, 8 points out of 10."
Reuniting with an old classmate wasn't half bad.