Filming the Masturbation Video
“Haa…”
I ended the video call and let out a languid sigh.
…It felt so good. Even though I was alone at home, listening to Eun-jung’s commands over the phone… the feeling of touching my pussy under her control, and having it seen by my friends…. Lost in the lingering afterglow, I kept rubbing my thighs together until the damp puddle of juices on the floor finally brought me back to my senses.
“…I should clean up first.”
Academy classes lasted fifty minutes, so if I spent about ten minutes masturbating, there was still plenty of time.
I wiped away every drop of the liquid that had pooled on the floor, then spread a clean towel wide across it. I switched the phone—already propped up and facing me—to video recording mode, sat down on the towel, and spread my legs.
“But… will I even be able to feel anything if I do it like this?”
The earlier session had been guided by Eun-jung’s instructions from start to finish, every second of it exposed to my friends. This time, the only order was to film a video. I had to do it completely alone, with no one watching.
I hesitated a little longer before deciding to slide a finger inside my pussy.
“Hngh…”
The moment the tip of my finger touched my entrance, it was sucked in with a wet schlop. My pussy seemed to beg me to drive the finger deeper, promising that it would feel incredible if I did.
Almost entranced, I started to push in—then my whole body flinched and I froze.
…I can’t let my pussy lead me around like this.
When I reflected on my recent behavior, the resolve I had when I first began The Test was nowhere to be found. I had simply been chasing pleasure. It was true that my body had always been weak to sensation, so there was nothing I could do about that. But surrendering to the pleasure and letting it control me was an entirely different problem.
Besides, this was a test to determine whether I was still qualified to remain Han-na and Eun-jung’s friend. Even if I showed them a face twisted in ecstasy, I needed to demonstrate even greater self-control. Only then could I earn extra points.
To achieve that… yes. I would tame my pussy. Just as humans had taken wild wolves and turned them into adorable puppies, I would train this disobedient cunt and put it on a leash.
The first step was to slowly acclimate myself to the pleasure my pussy felt.
“Haang, ang, ang, haaaang…!”
Face pressed to the floor, ass thrust high in the air, I slammed three fingers into my pussy and pumped them frantically. The obscene wet sounds of squelch, squelch filled the room, as though I were announcing that I was a lewd woman… a girl who had completely lost to her own cunt.
Even though I knew every bit of this shameful display was being recorded, I couldn’t stop. My hair, flushed pink with lust, had long since become another pussy, greedily craving even more pleasure.
“Haaeu…”
Keeping my fingers buried inside, I desperately stretched out my other hand and grabbed the phone. I shoved the camera lens right up against my lower body—directly against my pussy. Filming the messy, foam-covered folds, I showed my friends that I could manage my pussy properly even when I was alone.
“……!”
Seeing this perverted cunt fill the entire screen while I filmed myself in the middle of an intense masturbation session made my already sloppy pussy clench hard around my fingers. A light orgasm washed over me.
I rose up, set the phone on the floor, crouched over it, and began thrusting my fingers even deeper.
“Huk, hak, haak, haak…!”
Juices poured from my pussy onto the phone as my tongue lolled out, dripping saliva in fat drops. I drove my fingers as deep as they would go and slapped my clit with my palm—smack, smack.
My head spun from coming so many times, yet it still wasn’t enough. A burning thirst scorched my throat, like I was drinking seawater that only made me thirstier.
Then a sudden idea struck me. I snatched up the phone—now drenched in my juices—and climbed onto the bed. The sheets, saturated with the lewd scent of our early-morning practice, and the two fluffy white pillows side by side came into view. One was mine. The other…
“Haa, haa, haa…”
I crawled across the bed on all fours and picked up that second pillow. I hugged it tight to my naked chest and buried my face in it.
…Han-na’s refreshing shampoo and her unique soft body scent filled my lungs. I breathed in deeply, over and over, savoring every trace of her. The immoral thrill of clutching a friend’s used pillow while completely naked and sniffing it like a pervert flooded my mind.
I knew I had to stop this betrayal. I had to stop—
Before I realized what I was doing, I had placed Han-na’s pillow on the floor and straddled it.
“Huuuuk…!”
Just the thought that my pussy was pressed against the exact spot where Han-na’s head had rested all night nearly paralyzed me. It felt as if I were mounting her face. My unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling as a stupid, dreamy grin spread across my lips.
I pressed down hard, marking the pillow with my pussy, then instinctively began rocking my hips back and forth.
“Hngh, hak, haak, haaaang…”
The sensation of my clit and pussy lips sliding across the soft fabric was incredible. The smooth texture—different from skin—and the pillow’s fluffy give were utterly addictive. This was my first time masturbating by moving my hips, and it felt exactly like having real sex.
Like I was on top of someone… on top of Han-na, rolling my hips, fucking her.
“Haak, haak, haaaak…!”
My movements changed from sliding back and forth to pressing down in heavy, grinding strokes. Imagining my pussy rubbing against Han-na’s made my hips move more and more violently. The pretty pussy I had glimpsed in the shower. The soft pussy I had secretly rubbed my face against through her dolphin pants. The lewd pussy that carried both her gentle scent and an overwhelmingly erotic aroma. Grinding my own perverted cunt against that memory sent pleasure so intense I thought I would lose my mind.
“Heh, heh, heh, heh…”
Like a bitch in heat, I panted wildly and rubbed without pause. My heavy breasts, nipples fully swollen, bounced obscenely as I shook my hips harder and harder—until my vision went pure white and a powerful climax finally forced me to stop.
“Haa, haa, haa…”
I sat collapsed on the pillow, panting, and picked up the phone that had been propped beside it. I tapped the stop-recording button and tossed it toward the bed, then pulled the pillow I had been riding out from under me and hugged it to my chest. In a trembling voice, I spoke to the girl who wasn’t there.
“I’m sorry, Han-na…”
Because I’m a pervert who goes into heat from a friend’s scent. Because I’m a pervert who humps her pillow and masturbates on it. But I’ll go back to the real me soon. Once I properly tame my pussy, I’ll be able to return right away…
I rubbed my face against Han-na’s pillow, now stained with my juices, then gently set it beside my own. The dark, wet marks on the white fabric seemed to expose every one of my sins, and my chest ached sharply.
“…Huu.”
I lifted my exhausted head and checked the clock. Class was nearly over.
Time to upload the video…
I transferred the file from the recording phone to the dedicated exposure account phone, then opened the class SNS. After the black loading screen faded, a huge photo greeted me: me with my nipples pinched, tongue and pussy thrust out, caught in the middle of climax.
Scrolling further revealed the photos my friends had taken and uploaded themselves. Me sitting on the lectern, shoving a dildo into my pussy. Me deepthroating another dildo while transparent liquid sprayed from my cunt. Me kissing another girl in class while my pussy was being touched. Staring at the feed made me feel as if I were browsing an adult site dedicated entirely to me; my face burned so hot I thought it might explode.
I quickly tapped the create-post button, titled it Today’s Pussy Management Video, and attached the file. The upload began to play a preview as the progress bar slowly filled.
It started with me carefully sitting on the white towel and sliding a single finger inside. Soon the video showed me making a stupid, dazed face while stuffing multiple fingers in. Then the part where I was on all fours like a bitch, lost in mindless pussy masturbation…
I couldn’t bear to watch with a clear mind. I squeezed my eyes shut and only opened them when I heard the notification that the upload was complete.
…I had never uploaded a masturbation video, even on my old exposure account.
Watching the view count slowly climb one by one, I gently stroked my pussy.
“Haa…”
By now the video was probably playing on all my friends’ phones. Imagining them watching my vulgar masturbation with looks of contempt made my head feel like it was melting with heat.
The moment Eun-jung’s ordered session ended, my pussy had once again refused its owner’s touch. I rubbed and rubbed it endlessly, then grew angry and began slapping it with my open palm.
Wet, obscene slapping sounds echoed through the quiet room, but I didn’t stop. In situations where I wasn’t supposed to feel pleasure, it felt everything on its own—so why couldn’t it feel anything when I needed it to? Bad pussy. Stupid pussy. A worthless bitch of a cunt that doesn’t even recognize its owner…!
While I disciplined my pussy and scrolled through the comments beneath the SNS post—
A light breeze suddenly brushed across my exposed lower half.
…What? It feels like the door is open…
I turned my gaze from the phone toward the door and froze solid, hand still raised to slap my pussy.
“…”
Beyond the now-open door, Han-na stood holding a white plastic bag, staring at me with a completely dazed expression on her face.