The Back Alley Inspection
The night air carried a hot sigh.
“Haa….”
Every step sent a throb through my pussy, forcing me to relive what had just happened. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hanna that violent before. She wouldn’t listen to a word I said, slapped my cheek, shoved her fingers into my pussy to check how wet I was, then rammed a dildo inside me… She fucked me so brutally I thought my pussy would swell shut. And in the end, with my own juices still glistening on her lips, she gave me that absurd order to go straight home.
…My lips, now tight and sticky from the dried fluids, twitched. Before I knew it, I’d licked them.
As I walked along, still a little flushed, I began to feel the subtle stares of passersby. Well, with the way I was dressed, it was inevitable.
Dressed… Now that I thought about it, the person who’d made me wear this outfit hadn’t shown their face once. What the hell were they after? Had they been watching me from afar? But the only places I’d been were Hanna’s shop and her house—both indoors. They couldn’t have seen inside a private home, so they must have caught a glimpse of me at the shop…
I didn’t remember hearing Han Soo-hee’s distinctive husky voice at the store. And I hadn’t noticed any suspicious woman covering her face, either. Then again, even if I did figure out who she was, it probably wouldn’t change anything. Not as long as she had those naked photos of me—the very reason I was being blackmailed in the first place.
Haa… Just a little while ago I’d felt like I was floating on air. Now I was being dragged back down into the mud.
Uuung—
My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket. A strange sense of foreboding washed over me. When I checked the screen, sure enough, Han Soo-hee’s name glowed there.
“…Hello?”
A chill ran down my spine. I whipped my head around, scanning the street. The darkened road, the glaring LED signs, the noisy pedestrians… There was no sign of anyone who might be Han Soo-hee.
I could see it. Nausea rose in my throat, but I couldn’t disobey. I quietly walked toward the alley.
The moment I stepped inside, her next command came.
I obeyed, pressing my body to the wall and locking my hands behind me. Soon I heard the sharp click of high heels—clack, clack.
“You’re following orders nicely. For someone who looks like you do, you’re surprisingly obedient, little kitty.”
“…Shut up.”
“I like that feisty side too.”
I wanted to spit in her face, but I knew if I did anything like that here, I’d be the one who suffered.
The sound of her heels drew closer, then stopped right behind me with a final clack.
…What was she thinking while she looked at me? That I was some perverted slut who loved being tied up naked in a public restroom? A pathetic idiot who got herself blackmailed with naked photos? Or just a toy she could play with however she wanted?
“Your usual look is hot, but you look best when you’re dressed like a cheap whore.”
Han Soo-hee pressed her lips to my ear and whispered in that low, husky voice. Even though she was my blackmailer, her voice was annoyingly seductive. It sent a shiver down my spine.
When I stayed silent, she clicked her tongue in annoyance and placed a hand on my ass. Then she began kneading it, almost like she was trying to suck it into her palm.
“Ugh…”
“Your name was Lee Seon-ah, right?”
If I opened my mouth now, she might notice how slightly turned on I was. I gave a tiny nod instead.
“So, what kind of games did you play at your friend’s house? With a body like that… did you have sex?”
“…!”
My body jerked in shock. What we’d done wasn’t exactly sex—it had been part of the Test, a special kind of training for me…
“…You really did it? Sex?”
“N-no… We didn’t.”
“We’ll find out soon enough if you’re lying.”
Han Soo-hee suddenly grabbed the waistband of my hot pants with both hands and began unbuckling them, yanking them down. All I could do was pray desperately that no one would peer too closely into the alley.
“…Your panties are soaked?”
“Hngh…!”
Her hand slid over my pussy, rubbing it slowly. I had no good excuse, so I kept my mouth shut. Apparently displeased, she slapped my ass hard—smack—then started peeling my panties down.
“W-what are you doing? Are you crazy? If we step out of this alley we’re right on the main street—what the hell are you trying to—”
“What am I doing? Checking your hymen, obviously.”
“…”
Her shameless declaration left me speechless. I stood there like a mute with a mouth full of honey.
Han Soo-hee dragged my panties all the way to my ankles, then used her thumbs to spread my pussy lips wide, exposing the tender flesh inside. I could feel warm breath against me… She must have brought her face right up to my pussy.
“Hmm… It’s too dark to see properly. Guess I’ll have to spread you wider.”
“…Huh?”
Suddenly she shoved two fingers—index and middle—into me on each side and began prying my walls apart with raw strength.
“Hngggghhh…!”
It wasn’t a smooth thrust like a dildo. She was forcing me open with pure brute force. The sudden, violent act with no foreplay at all made me bite my lower lip until it nearly bled just to hold back my cries.
Standing in an alley with my lower half exposed, my pussy forcibly spread open while she inspected my hymen… The humiliation of not being able to resist, of having to keep my mouth shut, brought tears to my eyes.
“…What the hell? Where did your hymen go? Don’t tell me you actually fucked your friend?”
“I’d rather give it to my friend… than to someone like you…”
Back in the shop restroom, when I’d given my hymen to Hanna, it had been a way to reassure her. She’d been anxious, afraid I was drifting away from her. By offering her the most precious part of my body, I was telling her I trusted her enough to give her anything. It was also my way of declaring I wouldn’t let Han Soo-hee control me completely.
“…You filthy slut.”
“Think whatever you want… Either way, you’ll never get my hymen in your lifetime…”
“…”
Han Soo-hee stayed silent for a long moment, then finally withdrew the fingers that had been stretching my hole.
“Hngh…”
She’d spread me so wide I worried a golf ball could have fit inside. I’d been scared my pussy might be ruined, but thankfully only the entrance ached a little. The tightness seemed unaffected.
I clenched my pussy shut, trying to return it to normal, and took a deep breath. Then Han Soo-hee spoke again.
“Next time I’ll call you after I’ve prepared properly. You can look forward to it.”
“…Ugh.”
She licked the back of my neck, then gently bit my earlobe before pulling away. …Was it finally over?
Her high heels clicked into the distance—clack, clack. I thought about sneaking a glance at her back, but decided it was safer to stay obedient until she was completely gone.
……She was gone.
When I could no longer hear her footsteps, I peeled myself off the wall.
“Haa…”
Even now, the fact that my pussy was slightly wet disgusted me. Alone in the dark alley, I quietly pulled my panties and hot pants back up. After fixing my clothes, I stepped out onto the main street and hailed a taxi.
I briefly considered stopping somewhere else to clear my head, but… wearing a tight tank top that emphasized my huge breasts and ultra-short hot pants that barely covered my ass… it probably wasn’t a good idea.
So I endured the lecherous stares of the taxi driver the whole way home.
When I finally arrived, I saw a dark figure crouched in front of my door.
…What the—? A drunk?
I stayed on guard, ready for anything, and cautiously called out.
“Um… excuse me? Are you okay?”
“…Seon-ah. You’re late.”
“Huh…?”
The person crouched in front of my house was none other than Cha Eun-jung. Hadn’t she been too busy to help at the shop today? Why was she here at this hour?
“What are you doing here? Didn’t you have plans?”
“Plans… Yeah. No more plans.”
Eun-jung seemed a little off. She looked upset—like when things weren’t going exactly the way she wanted.
“If your plans are over, why didn’t you just rest at home? Why come all the way here this late?”
“Ha… So I need a special reason to come see you now?”
“Ah, no, that’s not what I meant… I was just worried you might be tired…”
…She was being sharp. I’d spoken carelessly because of what had just happened with Han Soo-hee, but Eun-jung’s reaction was even sharper than I expected.
“…Here.”
“Hm?”
She thrust a shopping bag at me. Inside was a long, rectangular red box.
“I figured you’d be exhausted after working your part-time job, so I came to give you a massage. Since I couldn’t help you today…”
“…Ah.”
It felt like a dagger had been driven into my heart. She’d been carrying that guilt because she couldn’t come help, waited until her plans were over, then rushed straight here just to give me a massage—and I’d basically told her she should have gone home instead.
“U-um, Eun-jung…”
“Just open the door. My back hurts from sitting out here so long.”
“Ah, right.”
Carrying a heavy weight of guilt in my chest, I invited Eun-jung inside.