I Am Your Master
"U-Uhh... ah...?"
Her vision swam back into focus. Cold, damp asphalt pressed against her back, and between her legs burned as though scalded by fire.
Her thighs trembled in fine spasms, and from deep inside her belly something hot and thick welled up and spilled out, spreading along the curve of her hips.
Junhyuk stood in front of her. He was staring blankly at the wall, not so much as twitching.
"Junhyuk...? What... is this..."
Her stockings hung in shreds, her skirt was rolled up past her thighs, and her off-shoulder top had been shoved down beneath her breasts.
Between her own splayed and shivering legs, semen was dripping steadily onto the ground.
She turned her head to the side.
Through a curtain of black hair, a man with dead eyes was looking down at her.
The instant she saw that glacial face, Inyoung tried to scream with everything she had.
"H-Hiiik—!"
The man pressed his index finger to his own lips.
"Shh."
Then he snapped his fingers.
Snap.
Her jaw locked in an instant, and the scream about to tear from her throat was swallowed whole, as if slammed up against a wall.
Ah...?
Her focus scattered into empty air. From her gaping mouth came nothing but the sound of leaking breath.
Fat teardrops rolled down her cheeks and fell one by one, but she could neither turn her head nor close her mouth.
Even the trembling deep inside her body stopped, as though it had all been a lie.
Something cold landed on the crown of my head. The scattered first drops thickened in an instant, and with a rushing roar the rain swallowed the entire alley.
They said it would rain. Good timing.
I straightened my pants halfheartedly and crossed my arms.
So. How do I clean this mess up?
Junhyuk leaned against the wall, his eyes loose and vacant. Rainwater dripped from the tip of his chin.
"Go home and sleep. Forget everything that happened tonight."
Junhyuk turned his head.
"...Okay."
The guy walked out of the alley as though nothing at all had happened.
At my feet, a set of car keys lay glinting on the wet ground. The very same keys he'd thrown at the back of my head earlier.
Right. Sure.
I scooped them up and hurled them at the back of his skull as hard as I could.
Whack!
The keys cracked against his head and clattered to the ground.
"You'll want to take these with you."
Junhyuk bent down, picked up the keys, and walked off into the rain without a single backward glance. Tomorrow morning he'd wake up with no idea why, rubbing at the lump on the back of his skull.
I lowered myself against the wall and looked down at Inyoung, slumped where she sat, tears spilling blankly down her face.
Rainwater ran in a thin line down the valley of her chest.
For a second I almost felt guilty — then I looked at her chest and the feeling evaporated on the spot.
"Where do you live."
"...Eunha... Villa... about ten minutes... on foot..."
"Close, then. Up. Let's get you home."
"Yes..."
Inyoung staggered to her feet and, with clumsy hands, tugged her off-shoulder top back into place and pulled her rolled-up skirt back down. She gathered her shoulder bag from the ground and her rain-soaked phone, hugging both to her chest.
Watching her shuffle along on rubbery legs, dragging heels with broken straps, stirred a strange, quiet satisfaction in me.
We came out of the alley. It was well past midnight, and with the downpour in full force, not a single soul moved along the street. Only the glow of the storefront signs bled out into the puddles on the asphalt.
I trailed hard on Inyoung's heels, choosing my path strictly through the CCTV blind spots. Just in case.
Beneath the streetlights, her drenched back swayed hazily ahead of me.
It wasn't long before we reached the front of her villa. The moment the sensor light flicked on, Inyoung punched the main entrance keypad with practiced fingers. She climbed the stairs to the door at the end of the corridor, flipped open the lock's cover, and keyed in her passcode.
Beep-beep, clunk. The door swung open and the entryway light came on.
The scent of a lavender diffuser filled the air. The shoe rack held nothing but women's shoes.
"Looks like you live alone."
"...Yes... I live alone..."
Thank god nobody else was here. That hadn't even occurred to me.
Rainwater dripped in beads onto the entryway floor.
"Go to the bathroom. Take off your clothes."
"Yes..."
Inyoung kicked off her heels and walked straight into the bathroom. Through the door came the sound of a zipper dragging down her rain-heavy skirt, then wet clothes dropping onto the tile, one piece after another.
Whew. Wash up first, then figure out what to do.
I pushed open the bathroom door, shrugging off my soaked shirt as I stepped inside.
Snap.
A crisp, cheerful crack struck her eardrums — and in the same instant, a thunderous rush of water flooded her ears. Along with the sensation of hot streams beating against every inch of her body, her sealed eyes flew open.
"Ugh?! U-ah — aaahk?!"
"Whoa, whoa — way too tight."
The man's voice came from behind her.
Wh-what...?!
They'd been in an alley. She had definitely been collapsed on the asphalt. Junhyuk's blank face, and the man's finger — that was the last thing she remembered.
A steam-fogged glass wall stood before her eyes.
It was her own bathroom.
And — a thick, searing cock driving straight through the deepest part of her belly.
Splash! Squelch, shlck!
"Ha, hn, haaahng! Ah, ah — aah!"
Every time she tried to think, her mind burned blank white. He had her by the hips from behind, pounding into her roughly.
Her toes had left the floor entirely, leaving her up on tiptoe, her body jolted without mercy by every violent thrust, and the sheer girth of the flesh burrowing in and scraping along her inner walls kept choking her breath in short gasps.
Each time his hips smacked against her slippery, soaked ass, a lewd, wet clapping filled the entire shower stall.
"Hng — th-this... what... what is this... hn, hah!"
"It's your own house. You walked here on your own two legs and unlocked the door for me — what are you fussing about?"
His cold voice rumbled low against her ear.
"Ha, hnn...! Ah, hah — it hurts, ahh, you're too... too biiig...!"
She should be refusing him. Shoving him away. But the crushing pleasure that ruled her whole body against her will had her thighs trembling helplessly.
"Look in the mirror. See what you look like right now."
Through wavering eyes, Inyoung looked at the full-length mirror across from the shower stall. Through gaps in the fog she could see herself — naked, palms braced against the shower wall, spine bent low, ass thrust up and back in a shameless pose.
Every time his huge cock ground in and out between her soaked, spread folds, frothy arousal ran in streams down the insides of her thighs.
"N-no... don't look, hnngh! Junhyuk... Junhyuk — aaahk!"
"Spare breath to call for your boyfriend, do you?"
"Hah, hnn! Ah — ah! R-right there, it hits... hiiik!"
"Spread. Stick it out more."
Smack!
The man's palm came down hard across Inyoung's wet ass. A handprint bloomed on her skin, and in the same instant something deep in her belly buzzed and shivered.
"Hah, haang! N-no — aaah!"
The savage pistoning, hammering right at the mouth of her womb, burned her mind snow-white. Her walls clenched around his cock in convulsive spasms.
"Khh... I'm coming."
The man tilted his chin up and seized her hips hard enough to leave marks.
"Aah — no, don't... hn...!"
With a final deep throb, hot, sticky fluid came gushing from the glans buried to its hilt, spilling into her in waves.
The sheer volume of semen flooding her belly wrenched a cry out of Inyoung, her back arching hard.
"Haaaahng...! Ah, ah, aah...!"
Climax convulsed through her whole body, and the strength left her legs entirely. As the man drew out of her, Inyoung slid down, collapsing onto the wet tile.
She sprawled across the floor, ass still lifted, heaving ragged breaths. The room spun before her eyes, and from her chin a mixture of drool and shower water trickled down.
"Khh, hah... ah..."
Then a bare foot nudged her flank, rolling her over. The ceiling came into view — and above her, the man's face, peering down with dead, pupilless eyes.
Those eyes... they scare me...
Then the heavy sole of his foot pressed down, slow and steady, on her lower belly — right over her bladder.
It bore down... and kept bearing.
"Huh...? W-wait, wait a second, hah...!"
"Don't hold it."
More weight sank onto his foot along with his voice. Urine surged up from her compressed stomach.
Ssshhh—!
"Ah — aaahhk!"
A stream burst from her urethra beyond any control, soaking the man's foot and the tile floor. From her gaping, twitching pussy, the cum he'd dumped inside her only moments ago mixed with sticky arousal and piss, burping up froth at the rim.
The acrid stink of it, tangled with the smell of semen, stung her nose through the hot steam.
I hate this... make it stop...
Tears burst from her at the humiliation.
Sob, hic... hnn...
Knew she'd let it out. Didn't expect that much, though.
I shut off the shower. Grabbing a fistful of Inyoung's soaked hair where she lay slumped on the floor, I hauled it up roughly; she came upright with a strangled gag.
I let her hair go and closed that same hand around her slender nape instead. Her pulse hammered against my grip.
Have I always been into this kind of thing?
"Was that guy your boyfriend?"
"...Y-yes... hn — khh... s-save me... please, save me..."
Inyoung looked up at me with wet eyes. Begging for her life, caked in tears and piss. Somehow it turned me on even more.
I tightened my grip. Her neckbones seemed to grind under the squeeze, and her chin tipped upward.
"Khh...! Kehk...!"
Choking, Inyoung thrashed, both hands clawing desperately at my wrist. Her nails scraped my skin, but it didn't hurt. Oxygen-starved, her face flushed crimson and swelled, her eyes trembling as though they might roll back.
This much should take.
The instant her struggles peaked, I raised my free left hand.
Snap.
I flicked my fingers beside her ear. The strength drained from Inyoung's hands as if it had never been there, and her thrashing body went limp as a doll's. When I released her neck, she crumpled to the floor, her emptied eyes staring blankly at the grout lines between the ceiling tiles.
"I am your master."
I spoke the words, then raised my palm without a shred of hesitation and cracked it across her cheek.
Crack—!
A sharp report rang through the hushed bathroom. Inyoung's head whipped to the side.
The shock of the blow made her vacant pupils contract in a flash — and come back.
"Hiiik—!"
I looked down at Inyoung, consciousness returned to her.
"Who am I."
A sliver of silence passed. Only the cold patter of drops falling from the showerhead echoed off the walls.
Her trembling lips parted.
"...My..."
"Say it."
"...you are... my... master..."
Her cracked voice echoed off the bathroom walls. Inyoung knelt of her own accord and pressed her forehead to the wet floor.
With her cheek flat against the tile, drenched in piss and cum, she crawled low and close on her belly.
Mwah.
Inyoung's lips pressed fervently against the top of my foot, where the water still dripped down. The exhale climbing up along my instep tickled.
A laugh spilled out of me before I knew it.
Hahaha. Now this — this is more like it.