A Shameful Morning
"Ah, fuck..."
I woke up and spat out a curse while staring at the familiar ceiling. I'd only seen it once before, but this motel ceiling felt weirdly intimate. As far as I could remember, I'd spent the whole night fucking nonstop. I didn't pass out until dawn—so why the hell am I awake already? It had to be that hypnosis Jung Taeyang put on me.
"Hng..."
Honestly, it wasn't a big deal. Even after just an hour of sleep, my body felt full of energy. Losing my virginity had hurt a bit, but that seemed like a hymen thing. I sat up and glanced at Jung Taeyang sleeping naked beside me. Then I covered my face in shame.
"Fuck, what 'I love you' bullshit... goddamn it..."
I wanted to die. Getting railed and moaning like a slut was something I'd gotten used to, but blurting out that I loved him? No way. The memory was crystal clear, refusing to fade. Me declaring my love, frantically making out with his cheeks—it was all still there. Thank fuck we hadn't actually kissed. Overwhelmed by massive humiliation and post-nut clarity, I headed to the bathroom to splash water on my face. It wouldn't calm me down, but it beat staring at him like this.
Jung Taeyang was buck naked next to me, and even soft, that massive cock kept drawing my eye...
"Ah..."
No good. If I got any weirder, who knows what I'd do. I shoved the lingering images from my mind and splashed cold water on my face. It eased the torment a little. Just a bit, but it helped.
"Hoo..."
I dried my face with a towel and checked the mirror. There was this slutty body stuffed with every male fantasy imaginable. No wonder it turned him on. As I thought that, I groped my breast absentmindedly.
"Hngt..."
Just a light squeeze, but after a night of sucking, biting, and pounding, my sensitivity was off the charts. I yanked my hand away, but my nipple was already rock hard. At least it wasn't leaking milk. No—if touching my tit made me drip love juice, that would be the real problem. Guess Taeyang had warped my sense of normal. Cursing him inwardly, I finished washing up and stepped out.
"Eut..."
And there was Jung Taeyang right outside the door. Naked, his huge junk swinging as he approached.
"Cover... up when you walk around..."
"But when I don't, you stare at me all slutty."
"When did I—!"
I said that, but the mirror showed my face all lewd and horny, like a bitch in heat about to melt. No, it was just the aftereffects from getting fucked an hour ago. Rationalizing it to myself, I stomped toward the bed. Wait—didn't this look exactly like a full-body "I'm pissed off" tantrum? I realized it mid-stomp and froze. Glancing back, Taeyang was beaming at me like I was the cutest thing ever.
"D-don't look at me like that!"
I grabbed a pillow nearby and chucked it at him without thinking. He took the hit laughing and sauntered into the bathroom. Watching him go, I felt this weird sense of defeat.
"Ah..."
The dildo I'd set up yesterday was still on the floor. Hadn't I taken it down? As I reached for it, a brilliant idea hit. He'd be showering for a while—perfect time to rub one out. I was already naked, and I hadn't gotten off yesterday, so I felt itchy. Doing something so shameless made no sense logically. I could just masturbate twice today, but back-to-back was tough, so knocking one out now wasn't bad.
I rubbed my pussy on the dildo a few times, then shluck—impaled myself. Tiny compared to Taeyang's cock, but after a night of that monster, anything bigger would've hurt. This felt like a nice epilogue size? I rocked my hips hard, chasing pleasure. Plap, plap—but no one else to hear. Still, he could come out anytime, so I targeted my weak spots for max bliss.
Reactions hit fast.
"Eut, hngt...♡"
Less than three minutes, and I came. Sure, my body was hypersensitive now, and I was only hitting the good spots, but blowing my load that quick meant I'd turned into a total easy slut. No wonder his cock turned me into an idiot every time.
"Eut...♡"
I slowly lifted off. White fluids dripped from my pussy. I quickly yanked the dildo free, bagged it, then tried wiping the endless love juice.
"Ah, the towel..."
Shit, it was in the bathroom. With Taeyang in there.
"...Huh?"
Was I screwed? Then a white towel flew over from the side.
"Use that."
"Ah, th-thanks..."
I wiped furiously, then glanced sideways.
"Ah."
"Showing me that first thing in the morning? Trying to get me hard again?"
"Y-you're already hard..."
Taeyang stared at me, cock fully erect. Ah, fuck—shouldn't have eaten that eel last night. Without it, maybe it wouldn't be this bad.
"How long... have you been watching?"
"From the start?"
"No way, how'd you even see..."
"I'm about to shower, and suddenly I hear slutty noises. Can't ignore that."
He chuckled. I wiped up the last of it and tossed the towel back.
"What? Throwing me a towel soaked in your pussy juice—what's that mean?"
"Y-you psycho."
What kinda mind works like that? Grimacing, I stood.
"Where's... my clothes?"
"Yesterday's are dirty. I brought your uniform."
"Huh? Uniform?"
He handed over what looked like hooker trash—cheap, slutty as hell.
"...You want me to wear this? For real?"
"Huh? Why not?"
It was so trashy it barely qualified as a uniform—plunging neckline, sheer fabric, skirt so short my pussy peeked just standing there. My head throbbed.
"How the hell am I supposed to wear something like..."
Instead of answering, he grabbed the mirror. Held the outfit up to me and showed my reflection.
"Huh?"
The mirror showed a prim, proper uniform. I blinked in shock at the clothes—they still looked slutty to me. But the reflection was undeniably normal. What the fuck? As I stood confused, Taeyang snickered.
"See? Looks normal to everyone else. Just slutty for our eyes."
"Wha..."
Insane...
"Why bother with this crap...?"
"'Cause it's hot."
He thumbs-upped. I nearly slapped him but held back. No choice—I slipped into the uniform. At least it looked fine to others; better than walking out naked. But the shame was killing me. My face burned, breath short from embarrassment. I glanced down—my tits jiggled with the slightest move. No idea how it looked to outsiders, but...
"...Pervert."
I shot him a glare and stormed out. He'd catch up to school on his own. Elevator to the first floor, out the door. Then it hit me.
Where the hell am I?
"..."
No helping it—I waited for Taeyang. After a bit, he emerged, spotted me fidgeting, and came over to pat my head. Too embarrassed to speak, I just walked with him like that.
"Ah..."
If I'd known the way, I'd have gone alone.