Drenched in Degradation
Seoyeon matches his movements, passively opening her mouth to take it in. Her mouth is already slick and sticky, mixed with the viscous fluid from him and her own saliva. She simply hopes for this to end quickly. But Park Isang shows no sign of stopping. Instead, he thrusts even more violently into her mouth, letting out satisfied groans.
After receiving her service for a long while, Park suddenly grabs her by the hair with rough force.
"Hngh!"
The pain feels like her scalp is being torn off, and Seoyeon unwittingly lets his cock slip from her mouth. Still gripping her hair, he yanks her up to the level of his face. Then, like a beast, he lunges at her lips.
It's not a kiss. It's an act bordering on violence. His thick, rough lips mash against hers, and his tongue pries past her clenched teeth, thrusting in savagely. Her mouth still lingers with the taste of her saliva and his fishy fluids. His tongue churns it all together again, ravaging every tender inch inside. He finds her tongue, gnaws at it with his teeth, and sucks it into his own mouth.
A pained moan escapes Seoyeon's lips, but he pays no mind. If anything, he savors it, shoving his tongue even deeper. It probes as if to reach the back of her throat, leaving her gagging and choking for air.
As they kiss, his free hand heads for her breast. Over the tight tank top that can't hide her voluptuous tits, he grabs one roughly, as if it belongs to him. Through the thin fabric, her nipple hardens stiffly against his palm. He groans in satisfaction, twisting and pinching the nipple with his fingers, kneading it to torment her further.
Their mixed saliva—his and hers—drips in sticky strings between their lips. Park licks it up greedily, turning his head to catch every drop. Like a starved beast, he devours her lips, her tongue, everything about her. Even as he kisses her, he keeps his grip on her hair, shaking her head side to side like a conquered trophy.
After ravaging her like an animal for what feels like ages, he suddenly rips his lips away. He's still clutching her hair tightly. He lowers her panting head slightly, grabs her chin, and forces her mouth open. Then, with a rough "Ptoo!", he spits into it.
Seoyeon can't react to the sudden humiliation. The hot, fishy saliva coats her tongue and the roof of her mouth in degrading warmth. Before she can recover from the shock, he rams his hot, rigid cock back into her mouth.
This time is different. He no longer cares for her tongue work or technique. With the hand in her hair, he treats her head like a lifeless onahole, jerking it back and forth to match his brutal hip thrusts.
Each violent shake drives him mercilessly deep into her throat. Seoyeon gags desperately for breath, tears streaming endlessly from her eyes. Her lips and cheeks swell red from the friction of his rough motions. But he doesn't stop. For his pleasure alone, he ruins her savagely.
How much more time passes? Park's thrusts grow rougher, faster. Rough groans erupt from him, unable to hold back. Climax approaches.
Suddenly, he yanks out of her mouth. Tightening his grip on her hair, he tilts her face toward the ceiling.
"Lift your face, you bitch. I'm cumming."
His voice growls like a beast lost in lust. Seoyeon realizes what he's about to do and summons her last strength to turn away. But his hold on her hair is like iron. As she resists, he slaps his cock against her cheek in warning. It's flushed red with arousal, thick veins writhing like worms. The glistening glans, slick with her saliva and his precum, swells grotesquely.
"Behave, Ciel. You don't want your dirty video all over the internet."
At those words, Seoyeon gives up and squeezes her eyes shut. Right above her face, Park grips himself and jerks roughly, driving himself to the edge. Finally, with a long, low groan, he erupts.
His cock pulses in his hand like it's convulsing, the dark-red glans spewing thick, hot semen. The bulging veins throb wildly beneath the skin, squeezing out every last drop. The white, viscous fluid jets in thick ropes like a fountain.
Even with her eyes closed, Seoyeon feels the hot splatter raining down on her face. It coats her tightly shut eyelids, clumping her lashes together. It slides down her straight nose, blanketing her pale cheeks.
Her firmly pressed lips are especially drenched. His thick load trickles along the edges, filling the creases, gleaming like she'd applied white lipstick. Even the beauty mark below her lips—symbol of her sexiness—now bears his droplet mark.
What numbs Seoyeon's senses most is the smell. A thick, fishy stench, like pool chlorine mixed with night-blooming flowers, overwhelms her nose. As she parts her lips slightly to breathe, some of the sticky fluid trickling down her cheek slips inside. The bitter, nasty taste makes her clamp shut, but it's too late.
Only after emptying every drop onto her face does he lean back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. Seoyeon remains frozen on her knees, covered in his semen, unmoving. The traces on her face cool and harden into a thin film, pulling taut at her skin.
Park leans back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. As if his pleasure is done, he shows no further interest in her. He pulls up his pants and nods toward Seoyeon, still blankly kneeling on the floor.
"What a sight."
His voice carries none of the earlier excitement—just cold, businesslike detachment.
Seoyeon's paralysis isn't just from shame. Her mind tangles with reality, the past, and a horrific future: her husband's innocent face, Park's repulsive smirk, the Chairman's lecherous gaze, her dirty video spreading online. It all crashes over her at once, short-circuiting her brain.
"Hey."
Park calls to her.
"Go get those wet wipes over there."
He points to the desk in the corner of the officetel. Seoyeon rises mechanically, her legs wobbling unsteadily. Face still smeared with semen, she crosses the room to fetch them.
"Now wipe your face clean. Right here, in front of me."
No going to the bathroom to wash up. He intends to watch her erase his traces in humiliating detail.
Seoyeon has no strength left to resist. She kneels before him again, pulls out a wet wipe, and starts cleaning her face. The cold tissue melts the sticky, hardened semen as it scrapes her skin. The crust on her eyelids, the humiliating trails down her nose bridge, the mess on her lips and chin—she wipes it all away with her own hands.
The more she cleans, the stronger his fishy scent assaults her nose. Expressionless, she wipes in silence.
Park watches with utter satisfaction.
"Kuh... This is a masterpiece. Those empty eyes, parted lips, face drenched in my load... Who'd ever guess Korea's top idol Ciel would wear this expression in front of me."
He pulls out his phone from his pocket and snaps another photo of the scene. The faint click echoes in Seoyeon's ears, but she doesn't react.
"The night's still young, Ciel."
Park stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray and approaches her. He grabs her hair gently but with irresistible force, pulling her to her feet. Her body follows like a ragdoll.
"Alright, time for the next round. In bed this time."