Let's Play in Deep Waters (4)
Thud!
The front door slammed shut, the sound pounding against her eardrums. The moment the electronic lock beeped with a click,
"Ah, ugh…!"
Her roughly gripped wrist was yanked away. Park Min-jeong lost her balance, stumbling and nearly tripping over the threshold by the shoe rack.
No, maybe falling would have been better.
Just before she could crash awkwardly to the floor, Jeong Ji-un hauled her up like she was a sack of trash.
"You gonna snap out of it or what?"
"Ugh, u-ugh…."
Park Min-jeong couldn't lift her head. It wasn't just shame.
His presence alone had washed away the throbbing headache that had plagued her for days, soothing that horrific thirst like a lie.
The fact was so terrifying—and so sweet. It felt like admitting she loved this man.
Park Min-jeong was too scared to look at Jeong Ji-un's face.
"Answer me."
"O-okay… ugh, okay…."
"Okay? Okay what?"
Jeong Ji-un dragged her by the arm into the living room.
"Panting like a bitch in heat right in front of your friends?"
"Th-that was…."
"Or cumming in my arms while your junior watched?"
His words hit the nail on the head, and Park Min-jeong's face flushed burning hot.
She remembered Lee Su-ah's innocent eyes. That worried gaze had shifted when she saw her senior trembling and clinging to Jeong Ji-un.
Surprise? Horror? Or envy?
Either way, she wanted to die of embarrassment….
"B-back then… I wasn't in my right mind…."
"And now you are?"
Jeong Ji-un flung her onto the sofa.
Her body bounced on the soft leather cushions. Before Park Min-jeong could even brush back her disheveled hair, she curled up defensively.
"Hah… hah…."
Her breathing was ragged. Her body burned. Having tasted orgasm at the entrance just moments ago, it now craved even greater stimulation, screaming for more.
Jeong Ji-un loomed over her with an intimidating glare. Crisp shirt, tailored slacks, polished shoes.
Why's he so sharply dressed today…?
"Get up."
"Huh…?"
"Get up and strip."
Park Min-jeong's eyes widened.
"Wh-what…?"
"I said strip."
She bit her lip.
Her pride writhed. Why the hell do I have to take this from a bastard like him?
But her hands were already at her pajama waistband. Her body moved first.
You crazy slut… Park Min-jeong, you filthy rag….
Cursing herself inwardly, her trembling fingers tugged down the pajama pants. As they slid past her knees, her soaked panties came into view.
Gray cotton panties. But the crotch was darkened, transparent fluid staining her inner thighs.
Squelch. As Park Min-jeong shifted her legs, the wet fabric peeled away from her skin with a sticky sound. In the silence, it rang out obscenely loud.
"Look at that. Flood warning."
"D-don't look…."
"Lucky your junior didn't see this. What would she think? 'My respected senior lost it just from a guy's scent at the door'? Word would spread like wildfire."
He jabbed a finger into the center of her drenched panties.
"Eek…!"
Park Min-jeong's hips bucked. The pressure on her hypersensitive clit sent electric shivers racing up her spine.
"The smell…."
Jeong Ji-un brought his wet finger to his nose. Park Min-jeong squeezed her eyes shut in humiliation. Please, just stop.
"Hmm, no fishy stench. Pure fruit aroma. Maybe they bolted because they caught a whiff? Room reeks of it."
"N-no… I don't smell…."
His voice dropped low.
"If it was piss, you could blame pain. But this? No excuses."
"……."
"You just got horny from the scent and squirted."
Park Min-jeong had no comeback. He was right. His voice alone had made her womb clench and flood open.
"That's why you can't neglect treatment. Withdrawal's too severe."
Jeong Ji-un muttered softly.
"…Wh-what?"
"Nothing you need to know. First, punishment."
"P-punishment?"
Park Min-jeong's eyes snapped open, a flicker of anticipation in them.
Is he gonna hit me? Or tie me up?
Didn't matter. As long as he touched her.
"Yeah. You're the patient, after all."
Jeong Ji-un sank deep into the sofa, spreading his legs wide and beckoning her with a finger.
"Get down."
"Huh…?"
"On the floor."
"Th-the floor…?"
"Kneel."
Park Min-jeong stared blankly before sliding off the sofa onto her knees. The cold floor met her skin. She looked up.
Jeong Ji-un sat arrogantly, legs spread. The pose screamed dominance.
How did it come to this?
"Spread your knees more."
The command came.
"……."
"Didn't you hear?"
Park Min-jeong bit her lip hard. Humiliating.
But her body had long escaped reason's control. Her knees parted slowly.
The wet stain visible even over her pajama pants. That shameful blotch exposed raw in Jeong Ji-un's view.
"Strip the rest. All of it."
"Wh-what…?"
"How many times do I have to say it? Strip. I've been telling you since earlier."
"O-okay, don't yell…."
Park Min-jeong fumbled with her pajama top buttons, fingers clumsy with nerves.
Pop.
In her haste, one button tore off. Whatever. Stripping was all that mattered now.
The top hit the floor.
No bra. Her bare breasts met the cool air, nipples already hard and erect.
And finally.
Peeling off her panties released an embarrassing sound from between her legs. Sticky fluids stretched like strings before snapping.
Now, nothing covered her body.
Perfect nudity.
Instinctively, Park Min-jeong curled up, arms crossing over her chest.
"Attention."
The command.
"No covering. Hands behind your back."
"……."
"Hear me? Hands behind."
Biting her lip, she slowly uncrossed her arms. Her pale breasts jiggled into view. She clasped her hands behind her back.
Jeong Ji-un's gaze raked down her body.
Every linger on her nipples, every pass below her navel, made her skin prickle.
"Cute. Full-on bitch now, huh?"
"Ugh… sh-shut up…."
"Mouth's still got fight. While your lower mouth drools."
He leaned forward, face inches from hers.
"Spread your legs more."
"Hah…?"
"Spread your pussy. Show me how wet you are. Gotta check."
"N-no… that's… too much…."
"No?"
Jeong Ji-un's eyes sharpened coldly.
"Then forget it. I'm not forcing you."
He stood.
"Take your meds and sleep. I'm out."
He really turned. Steps toward the door.
Thud, thud.
Each retreating footfall crushed her heart.
No, no, no. Don't go. Please don't leave me alone.
It hurts. It's so itchy and hot down there, driving me insane.
"W-wait…!"
Park Min-jeong cried out desperately. She crawled on her knees, grabbing his leg.
"Don't… go…."
"Why? You said no."
"Hic, no, I didn't mean it… I'll do it, I'll show you…!"
Miserable. Tears welled. But pride was less than tissue against the boiling lust in her gut.
Park Min-jeong drew a shaky breath.
On her knees, she spread her thighs as wide as possible.
"Hng… ugh… p-pussy's… right here…."
Too ashamed to look up. Exposing her most private place in broad daylight to the man she'd despised.
"Head up."
"……."
"Look at me. Know who you're showing it to."
Forcing her head up, tear-filled eyes met his. Expressionless, but sadistic glee lurked deep in his gaze as he inspected between her legs.
"Damn, you're a total slut."
He murmured in admiration.
"Not kidding about the flood. Look at it dripping on the floor."
Drip, drip….
Love juices beaded at