A Third Choice to Escape the Humiliation
How long had it been since I pushed deeper into the park? Faint at first, Seon-ah’s moans gradually swelled, growing louder and more desperate.
“Haaht, huuung… Ah, haaak…! Haaaaang…!”
I had warned her over and over—if she made a scene, people would come, so she had to stay quiet. Yet after hours of being relentlessly used, maybe she could no longer care. Or maybe she was deliberately crying out, hoping more strangers would come and rape her.
When I finally reached the bench where she was bound, I found two girls tangled with her, one in front and one behind.
“Aheuk, haa… Uup, chu, chuuuk… chuuuk…”
One had wedged herself between the bench and Seon-ah’s body, holding her in a tight embrace. The other had climbed over her from above, straddling her at an angle and devouring her mouth in a messy kiss. Sandwiched between them like filling in a lewd sandwich, Seon-ah’s front and back holes—both slick and dripping—were being mercilessly pounded by thick dildos.
…
Those once-tight passages that could barely take a single finger were now stretched obscenely wide. Cloudy, foamy juices bubbled from her front pussy while thick strands of lube oozed from her ass. Wet, filthy squelching sounds poured out nonstop. Even her mouth and ears had been claimed; tongues lapped and sucked at them with wet, obscene noises. Both her cunt and ass gripped the dildos so greedily that every time they pulled out, her pink inner walls and anal flesh dragged outward in a vulgar, beautiful display.
The sight was so unbearably erotic that I lost myself for a moment. The girl behind her—who had been driving her tongue deep into Seon-ah’s ear and swirling it in tight circles—finally noticed me. Without a word, she signaled the girl in front with her eyes. The one straddling Seon-ah’s front widened her eyes like a startled rabbit, then flashed a mischievous grin and slowly withdrew.
“Aaang… ngh, haaaang…”
With the dildo no longer thrusting into her pussy, Seon-ah’s moans softened. I stared, transfixed, at the sight before me. Her lovely face was a mess of saliva and unidentifiable sticky fluids, glistening with cold sweat. Across her pale, naked body, vulgar graffiti covered every inch.
Above her nipples it read “Nipple Pussy”, the words framed by oversized hearts drawn around her piercings. On her lower belly, a crude womb tattoo had been inked, and above it, in thick letters: “1-A Class Exclusive.” The insides of her widely spread thighs bore the words “Public Pussy Usage Log” followed by rows of tally marks counting how many times she had been used. Scattered throughout the remaining space were notes about how her pussy felt, personal reviews of fucking her—every inch of her once-sculpted, beautiful body had been reduced to a cheap graffiti notebook.
It was so vulgar, so obscene, that my panties grew soaked just from looking.
“Haa… Haa…”
Seeing her like this—body covered in filthy writing, front pussy clenching a thick dildo, ass being violently fucked, tears streaming from beneath her blindfold while her face twisted in uncontrollable ecstasy—my mind flooded with raw impulse. I yanked up my skirt, stripped off my panties, and clutched them in one hand as I stepped onto the bench with both feet. Only then, through the vibrations, did Seon-ah sense my presence. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pressed my dripping pussy hard against her lips, which were already curving into a sloppy, expectant smile. Then I began to move my hips.
“Seon-ah, are you okay? Want me to come in and help?”
“Ah, no. It’s all done…”
After the so-called Test—the outdoor abandonment play—finally ended, I returned to the lodging with Eun-jung. I rushed straight to the shower to scrub off the graffiti, but no matter how hard I rubbed, the ink refused to fade.
“Looks like I’ll have to spend the rest of the day like this…”
I let out a small sigh. In the mirror, my reflection showed a naked body scrawled with obscene messages. The boldest line caught my eye.
“1-A Class Exclusive Pussy… Who the hell wrote that?”
According to Eun-jung, a few girls from our class had come to the nearby park for a walk and spotted me. If they saw me tied up like that, shouldn’t their first instinct have been to untie me? Then again… maybe it couldn’t be helped. From the outside, I must have looked like a complete slut willingly offering my holes to anyone who wanted them.
“Haaaa…”
After hours of abuse, my pussy still throbbed with a strange, lingering ache as I gently stroked it. Memories of the Test rose unbidden. At first, people only cautiously toyed with my breasts as they passed. But as more graffiti accumulated on my skin, their attitudes changed. Soon they were kissing me without permission, freely groping my pussy. Before long, thick rods wrapped in condoms were shoved into my cunt and pumped relentlessly. Eventually they even violated my ass—the hole Han-na had personally trained as her exclusive property.
And at the very end, when both my holes were being pounded at once and another stranger appeared, grinding her pussy against my face until I could barely breathe… the overwhelming pleasure surging through my lower body mixed with the humiliating thrill of having my mouth used as another girl’s pussy. The memory alone made my body twitch.
That recollection solidified my certainty. No matter how hard I tried to resist, I could never break free from this body that had been conditioned by months of pleasure. Even if I could push away girls who only wanted to touch me, the moment someone truly tried to fuck me, I would come up with any excuse necessary to offer myself.
…Then what was I supposed to do? Was there anything I could do on my own?
While I drowned in that sense of powerlessness, a single thought pierced through.
“…That’s right. There’s Han-na.”
Kim Han-na—the friend who had confessed her love for me just days ago. Because of all the practical worries about dating another girl, I still hadn’t given her a proper answer. But now, compared to endlessly craving pleasure and letting my friends violate me, dating a girl seemed like a much smaller hurdle.
If Han-na truly cared for me… wouldn’t dating her solve everything?
She could satisfy this lewd, well-trained body all by herself. Dating her would naturally invalidate the whole Test excuse. Even if Eun-jung refused to give up and tried to use “pussy management” as bait to keep fucking me, once I publicly declared that I was Han-na’s girlfriend, the solution would be simple: just have sex with Han-na instead. Eun-jung would have no choice but to return to being a normal friend.
There was only one problem. I would still have to hide the truth about pussy management from Han-na. But that was the kind of secret I could never confess to anyone. Besides, Eun-jung herself had acted without consulting Han-na, the co-partner in the Test, when she ordered the other girls in class to have sex with me. She would find it just as difficult to reveal. There was little risk of her exposing it herself.
Good. Once the trip ended and we returned to the Academy, I would grab Han-na—even if she tried to run—and talk to her properly.
With my thoughts finally organized, I changed into the clothes Eun-jung had quietly prepared for me and stepped out of the shower. She had been leaning against the hallway wall and broke into a bright smile the moment she saw me.
“Seon-ah, did any of the graffiti come off? Let me see.”
“W-wait! The staff walk through here…”
“Tsk… Fine. Show me in the room later, then.”
When I stopped her hand from lifting my shirt, she pouted and stepped back. The writing on my body was too vulgar for me to want to show it again, but the girl who had seen me in the park had surely told the others. It was inevitable.
I nodded reluctantly.
“It’s a promise. Oh, and drink this.”
“…A sports drink?”
The bottle she casually handed me was an ion drink with a faint gray tint. My throat was perfectly dry.
“You sweated a lot earlier in the park… and lost plenty of other fluids. You should always rehydrate after something like that.”
“…Thanks, Eun-jung. I’ll enjoy it.”
Holding the bottle she had already opened for me, I thought to myself. Even though Eun-jung had gone a little astray because of her lust for me, the way she still paid attention to these small details proved she was fundamentally a good person. I couldn’t bring myself to hate her.
That was why I would choose the third option—the one that let me stay friends with Eun-jung, connect with Han-na, and reclaim a normal daily life.
With that silent vow, I brought the bottle to my lips and began to drink deeply.