The Interview
No sooner do her screams end than Director Park lets out a beastly groan, pouring every last drop of his hot, thick semen deep inside her.
The humiliating sensation of her insides filling with scorching fluid snaps Seoyeon's reason completely. Even after everything is over, he doesn't pull out. He drapes his body over her exhausted, prone form and picks up the phone from the floor. All that comes through the receiver is Cheolsu's ragged breathing.
Director Park speaks into the speakerphone, his voice soft and gentle. "You saw? No, you heard, didn't you? This is your wife's true self. From now on, she's a bitch trained to take only my cum."
With that, he ends the call without a second thought. Silence floods the room. Only then does he slowly withdraw from her. Her body, ravaged by the storm of pleasure, slumps like a ragdoll. Between her legs, the hot remnants he left trickle out, forming a puddle on the luxurious bedsheet.
Director Park savors the sight for a moment before collapsing beside her. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it. He's not asleep—his mind seems sharper than ever. He exhales a long plume of smoke and issues a cold command to the motionless Seoyeon. "Clean it up."
"...Yes?"
She barely manages the question, her consciousness fading.
"The seed your Serbangnim left—deal with it."
His voice holds no tenderness. It's not an extension of sex; it's a perfect post-coital order.
Seoyeon stares blankly for a moment, then rises mechanically. She stumbles forward on wobbly legs and kneels before him.
"The bed first. Lick it clean."
She crawls onto the bed at his command, getting on all fours like a dog. She buries her nose in the trail leaking from her body, soaking the sheet. The fishy, musky scent assaults her. She extends her tongue and begins licking the damp fabric meticulously.
The rough texture of the cotton sheet mixes with the slick, salty taste coating it. Humiliating, yet it brings her a strange sense of peace. Serving him—this is her new role.
"Lick it spotless. Not a drop left. Clean it all up like the dog you are."
At his threat, she licks more desperately. She laps at the spot over and over until the stain fades completely.
When she finally lifts her head, he nods toward the bathroom. "Now the stuff on your body. Get a towel and wipe it off."
She staggers to the bathroom, returns with a clean white towel, and kneels before him again. She wipes the sticky trails running down her inner thighs with meticulous care.
Once she's cleaned herself entirely, he stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray and gives his final order. "Bring that towel here."
Without thinking, she hands him the damp towel she's used on her body. He takes it, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He holds it up to her face.
"Your pussy smell mixed with my cum—it's so fucking lewd. Now taste it with that mouth of yours. Suck it clean."
He shoves the soaked towel into her mouth. Seoyeon gags but savors the humiliating blend of her fluids and his semen, fulfilling her master's last command to the letter.
When the degrading cleanup ends, she kneels on the floor with vacant eyes. Director Park, looking pleased, finishes his cigarette and heads to a storage cabinet in the corner. He pulls out an old camcorder dusted with age.
He sets it beside the TV, then picks up his phone and approaches her. "Watch this."
He turns on the screen. It's a short music show interview from years ago, when Seoyeon was active as the idol Ciel. Her youthful, vibrant face beams with a bubbly voice.
The video ends, and he turns off the phone. Seoyeon can't lift her head. She can't believe the glowing girl on screen is the same person as her now. Her empty gaze fixes on a spot on the floor.
Director Park grabs her chin, forcing her head up. He picks up the camcorder. Click—the lens cap opens, and the small red record light glows. He holds it in one hand, thrusting it toward her face.
"Alright, bitch—time for your re-debut interview. Start with your intro."
She hesitates, then mimics her video self mechanically. "Hello... I'm Ciel from Pia..."
"Wrong."
His voice cuts her like ice. "You're not Pia's Ciel anymore. You're my bitch Ciel. Again."
Realization dawns. She closes her eyes and speaks in a trembling voice. "...Hello... I'm Director's... bitch... Ciel..."
"Good. First question." He grips his still-hard cock and holds it to her lips like a microphone. "Hold it. Answer into it. When does Ciel feel happiest?"
She hesitates. The inflamed glans brushes her lips, its musky scent piercing her nose. Resigned, she takes it like a mic. "When Serbangnim... cums inside me... that's when... I'm happiest..."
"Oh? In that old video, you said fans' cheers. Not anymore?"
Her shoulders shrink at the sharp question. Head bowed, she whispers, barely audible. "Yes... that's nothing now... Seeing Serbangnim's pleasure... that's everything to me..."
"Nice answer. Reward time." He shoves it into her mouth. Her jaws stretch to the limit, breath cut off.
"Second question. Favorite food?"
She struggles to answer around it, words mangled. "Mmph... Serbangnim's... thick... cum..."
"What? Can't hear. Suck harder and speak up." He grabs her hair, thrusting deep into her throat, pulling back, repeating. She gags but tongues desperately to obey.
"Third question. Your biggest charm?"
"Mmph... my... pussy... mmph... the hole... that squeezes... Serbangnim's cock tight..."
Every answer records perfectly on the camcorder. The old device's grainy noise and faded colors make the depravity even more bizarrely arousing. Drool and his precum drip from her chin onto her dazed face.
"Fourth. What keeps Ciel going through tough times?"
"Guhk... slurp... Serbangnim's... huge... cock..."
Each lick under the glans draws satisfied groans from him. "That's right. My cock is your strength."
"Fifth. Future goals? Lifelong dream?"
"Mmph... guh... Serbangnim's... perfect bitch... serving... forever..."
"Good girl." He pulls out. She gasps for air. No respite. "Last one—for your fans watching this. Speak clearly."
He presses the tip to her lips, rubbing without entering. "Lick while you talk."
Seoyeon stares blankly at the lens, licking his glans caressingly. In a shy, resigned voice accepting all, she speaks her final words.
"...Everyone... hello... It's Ciel. The Ciel you loved. Hearing those stage cheers... it really made me happy. That was sincere. But now... I've found something better... With Serbangnim's cock in my mouth like this... my whole body melts... it feels so good... I crave this pleasure more than your love now... So please... love this fully broken bitch Ciel too..."
The words barely end before he rams deep into her throat, erupting hot, thick yellowish semen past her tonsils. She chokes—gack, gack—as the fishy flood fills her mouth.
He withdraws, grabs her hair, and shoves her face toward the lens. "Open wide. Show your fans your gift. Let them see how much you love it."
Trembling with shame, she obeys. Slowly, so slowly, she parts her lips. Her even white teeth gleam between red lips. Inside, her plump tongue quivers forward unwillingly. Atop it pools a glistening, obscene slime—her clear saliva mixed with his thick yellow cum, sparkling like jewels.
The lens captures every humiliating, sensual detail of her mouth.
"Perfect. Now swallow. Every drop."
She closes her eyes. Gulp—her throat works loudly. The hot, fishy fluid slides down vividly. All gone, she smiles faintly at the lens. Traces of him cling white to her lips.
A smile of utter ruin.