The Corrupted Side Story) The Right But Somehow Wrong Story of Lee Seon-ah - Part 4
"Seon-ah. You've been serving well with that pussy of yours all this time, haven't you?"
"Huu… heut♡ Heut♡ Huuueut…♡"
"Good girl. Yeah, hang on a second. I'll untie this for you."
The blindfold slipped away and my previously blackened vision returned. I squinted against the harsh light stabbing my eyes, then opened them again. Inside a bathroom stall, I saw my own body with legs bound in an M-shape, my bare pussy thrust forward with a vibrator buried inside it. Standing in front of me, smiling brightly, was Eun-jung with her pure, innocent appearance.
"Ugh, just how much have you been cumming? The whole restroom reeks of your juices."
Eun-jung waved her hand theatrically, wrinkling her nose, then bent at the waist and clamped down hard on the vibrator lodged in my pussy.
"Aaaahhhngh…!!"
The buzzing vibrator thrust deep into my convulsing folds, and the overstimulation raced along my frayed pleasure nerves, scrambling my brain with another wave of forced orgasmic bliss.
"Hngh♡ Eungh… haaang♡ Huuung♡ Huuuuung…♡"
From my mouth, stuffed with panties rolled into a ball, leaked moans soaked in ecstasy. The copious juices pooled inside me squelched obscenely against the vibrator, the wet chzzk-chzzk sounds echoing through the restroom.
For hours I had been tied up like this. During breaks, unknown girls would rape me. During class, when no one was around, the vibrator would be shoved back in. My ruined pussy begged that it couldn't take any more, that it would truly break if this continued. It clenched tight around the toy, trying to push it out… but the more I tightened to expel it, the harder the vibrating shaft pressed against my trembling inner walls.
"――――――!!"
A tingling jolt shot through my brain. My vision flashed white, and my pussy began contracting violently, squirting clear streams of fluid in rapid pulses.
With my pupils blown wide, body twitching, I was still lost in the aftershocks of climax when Eun-jung yanked the vibrator out with a wet schlurp. The sudden emptiness triggered another cheap, sloppy orgasm, and I gushed again from my pussy.
My unfocused eyes rolled upward slightly. Lips trembling, shaped into a round, stupid-looking expression, I kept releasing weak, intermittent squirts until I finally regained some semblance of sanity.
"Huu… huuuu… ngh… huuung…!!"
"Who told you to look up so defiantly?"
When I gazed at Eun-jung with resentful eyes, she roughly pinched my swollen nipples between her fingers. The pain felt like they might tear off, yet it brought a shiver of masochistic pleasure that made my whole body convulse.
"Heut♡ Hngh♡ Heut♡ Heut♡"
As if my earlier rebellious attitude had never existed, I now panted with my ruined pussy twitching openly in the air, a vulgar smile tugging at my lips. Eun-jung watched me with a satisfied expression, then slowly began untying the ropes binding my body.
My arms had been tied behind me, my breasts squeezed at the base until they jutted out like rockets, and my legs had been forced apart in an M-shape to completely expose my pussy. When the restraints that had held me for hours finally loosened, I collapsed weakly onto the toilet seat cover.
"Heu… hek… haaek… haaek… haaek…."
"Wow, look at all that drool making everything so sloppy♡"
Whether I collapsed or not, Eun-jung pulled the white panties from my mouth. Then she hiked up her school skirt in one swift motion. Beneath it, her panty-less, pale lower body was fully revealed. Between the legs of what should have been a pure, beautiful girl that any boy would lust after, everything was slick and glistening with transparent nectar.
"Haaaaah…♡"
With a melting sigh, Eun-jung slipped on the panties still wet with my saliva. Right after, she made an expression so lewd that even I—who hated her—couldn't help swallowing hard. Standing upright, she trembled with a delicate shiver running through her slender waist as if reaching orgasm on the spot.
I stared at that perverted sight in a daze before shaking my head quickly to snap out of it. Then I spoke the words I had prepared in advance for this moment.
"Um… can I wash up a bit before going back? I feel like I smell…."
"…? You're worried about your image now?"
"N-no, it's not that…."
Eun-jung gave me a strange look and let out a small laugh.
"Don't worry. The first-year girls right now… even if you stood in the hallway completely naked, lifted one leg, and pissed yourself, they wouldn't think anything strange about it."
"…."
"Still, a clean pussy isn't a bad thing. Fine. Go wash up quickly."
"Th-thank you… Eun-jung."
After Eun-jung gathered the ropes and toys and left the restroom, I staggered up from the toilet and picked up my underwear and uniform. The black T-panties, which had been forbidden from washing and were now openly stained with cloudy juices, went over my reddened, swollen pussy. I slid my legs into the school skirt that barely covered even a palm's width of thigh.
With my lower half completely exposed beneath the skirt—pussy wrapped in the stained panties and ass fully visible—I pulled the tight white blouse over my bare breasts. When I turned to look in the mirror, I saw myself dressed in an outfit too obscene to even call slutty, face flushed with shame and some inexplicable heat.
This… at first it had only been embarrassing. But at some point, just wearing something like this started making my heart race and filling me with an intensely lewd feeling.
The sensation that I was gradually ceasing to be myself.
…But it's okay. Because today is the last day.
I grabbed the hem of my skirt and tugged it down firmly, took one deep breath, and stepped out of the women's restroom.
"Eut…."
The eyes of every girl passing through the hallway instantly locked onto me. Their gazes held contempt for my vulgar appearance, satisfaction at seeing me punished, and beneath it all, a sticky, shared lust. Each one of those stares felt like it was licking across my naked skin. A pink haze clouded my mind, gradually paralyzing my reason, and a fresh gush of nectar soaked through the barely-covering T-panties, dripping messily down my inner thighs.
"Haaeu… ah…♡"
I stood there for a moment with a dreamy expression, body twitching, before realizing Eun-jung hadn't given me much time. I hurried my steps. But the faster I walked, the more the precarious skirt rolled up my hips… so I had to stop every few paces, pull it back down, and adjust it before my entire lower body was exposed for everyone to see.
After stopping several times to fix my clothes, I finally arrived at the academy's rooftop. It was the place I would always go whenever Han-na skipped class or wanted to rest after lunch. Here, I would finally escape the endless torment that had plagued me.
I took slow steps across the white floor, moving forward one pace at a time. The steps that had felt so heavy at first grew lighter and lighter the closer I came to the railing.
"Haa…."
When I placed both feet on the square railing, my mind—which I thought would become clear—grew tangled with all sorts of thoughts instead. Fear of death, hesitation, and yet… the anticipation of finally being free. Regret over what might have happened if I had made a different choice that day at the karaoke room. Guilt toward Han-na, who had been framed and hurt because of me.
I silently wiggled my toes while staring down at the ground far below. Would it hurt a lot if I fell? No, I had heard you usually pass out before the impact. But while the academy building was fairly tall, it wasn't exactly a skyscraper, so I probably wouldn't lose consciousness on the way down.
I didn't know. It would only hurt for a moment anyway. After I fell, what would the kids think? Would they regret tormenting me, or would they be glad I was gone? Maybe they wouldn't care much at all.
…More than that, they might be sad that their living onahole for relieving sexual frustration had disappeared.
Still, Eun-jung would be furious, wouldn't she? She had said she would make me hers for life, yet I was running away to a place she could never follow.
Imagining her face twisted with anger made a small chuckle slip out.
…What would Han-na think?
"She'd be incredibly sad, wouldn't she…?"
That blunt, violent girl whose heart was actually so kind—if she were wounded by my death, it felt like my own heart would be ripped in two. Worse, she might blame herself for my suicide. If that happened, I couldn't even imagine how deep her scars would run.
"…I'm sorry, Han-na."
But I can't do this anymore. It's too painful and difficult, yet what's even scarier is how I'm starting to adapt to it. Being despised, mocked, displayed, touched, and raped at the academy every day. At home, the other girls in my class—and sometimes even seniors or juniors they knew—would pass my body around… I'm terrified of how used to this life I'm becoming. Of how I'm starting to accept it without realizing. Of what I'll turn into if this continues.
…Still, I held on really hard, didn't I? So as a reward… just this once, I'll cause some trouble. I'm sorry.
And…
"Lee Seon-ahhhhh――――――!!"