Two Rabbits (3)
'Now's the time.'
Pretending to hug her from behind, I wrapped my arm around her back and pulled out the smartphone from my pocket. As soon as the screen lit up, the familiar app launched.
> App Interface Active
It had been a while since I'd used this feature.
The built-in map function of the existing app.
I checked it casually. By now, Lee Se-yeon—that bitch—had to be watching. Just as I thought, a red dot blinked right next to the center of my location on the screen.
Distance-wise, it was the room right next door. Probably her office on the same floor.
Right on plan.
Of course that creepy woman wouldn't miss this rare spectacle.
She was probably drooling over the live feed somewhere, thanks to some hidden camera or bug she'd planted. That's why she'd given me the master key.
Nothing beats watching a B-grade magical girl whimper like a bitch in heat to satisfy her voyeurism.
Without hesitation, I pressed the button.
Targeted Lee Se-yeon within the app's radius. Set the treatment to Withdrawal Therapy—
But the opposite of what I'd done with Kim Na-young. With her, I'd locked her away to physically block her desires, but this time, no restraints at all.
What happens if she keeps watching this in the middle of one of her episodes?
Reverse psychology through behavioral therapy. The more her urges are fulfilled, the deeper she'll sink into the mire.
"Haa... haa... Is it... over now...?"
Min Seo-yu lifted her head, her eyes glazed over as she asked. Between her legs, my semen mixed with her juices trickled down in a steady stream.
"Over?"
I chuckled softly and gripped her ass, still clenching around my cock.
"Who said so?"
"Huh...?"
"We've got a long way to go. You think you can run after just one load?"
"N-no... don't... I'm exhausted... T-today, my legs won't even... hold me up..."
"I'll handle the strength. You just spread 'em."
I grabbed her waist and hoisted her up.
"Heek!?"
I laid Min Seo-yu out on the narrow break room table. Grabbing her ankles, I spread her legs wide open.
The creampie I'd just dumped was bubbling out from her entrance.
Swollen labia minora. Crimson, inflamed pussy lips. And the white fluid filling her up.
"Fuck... look at that sloppy cunt. Total whore now."
"Ughhh... don't say that..."
Min Seo-yu covered her face with her hands and moaned. But she didn't close her thighs. Her body was already obeying my commands.
"Hands off. Can't see your face."
"N-no..."
"I said hands off."
Smack!
My palm struck the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
"Kyaaang!"
"Your master wants to see your face. Eyes open, look at me properly."
"U-ugh... Y-yes..."
She lowered her hands, sniffling. Flushed cheeks, teary eyes, parted lips. The perfect face of submission.
Enjoy the show, Lee Se-yeon.
I pulled out my still rock-hard monster. Even after one orgasm, it throbbed harder than ever, veins bulging. This poison-raised beast knew no fatigue.
Thud! Thud! Squish!
I started pounding her roughly again.
The same moment. In Lee Se-yeon's office, blinds fully drawn.
Lee Se-yeon perched on the edge of her chair, pressing her iced Americano cup to her feverish cheek.
"Hoo... ugh..."
She rubbed her thighs together, staring at the monitor.
The feed was grainy black-and-white with some noise. From the pinhole camera hidden in the corner of the second-floor storage room. Sound quality was top-notch, though—audio was just as crucial as visuals for her hobby.
Clap! Clap! Thud! Thud!
"Hyaang! Ah! Ah! Right there, thereee! It hurts but hurts so gooood!"
"Hurts and you hate it?"
"No, nooo! Uwoook! Crush it! Fuck me deeper, moreee!"
The raw impacts, screams, and wet squelches poured from the speakers.
Lee Se-yeon swallowed dryly.
The scene on screen was a sight to behold.
She'd suspected something like this, but Min Seo-yu stripped bare and taking it like an animal exceeded imagination.
"Haa..."
Lee Se-yeon's pupils trembled faintly.
She wasn't usually into hardcore stuff. Her tastes ran toward the subtle, the psychological breakdown.
Watching the collapse—that was her sole indulgence.
But...
This... is too intense.
The visual assault hammered her brain.
Jeong Ji-un's hips moved mercilessly on screen, treating her not like a human but a fleshlight.
Thud! Thud! Squish! Squelch!
"Owk, hwick, cr-crush it... M-maaaster... haang! Ooowk!"
The steady rhythm of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room.
Is that really 'treatment'? Purging the poison qi?
Lee Se-yeon bit her lip. Jeong Ji-un's absurd theory—if pieced together—meant this messy fuckfest was the purging process.
"...Makes no sense."
Her gaze locked on the screen center: Jeong Ji-un's lower body.
Grainy quality hid details, but the silhouette said it all.
Big. Huge and vicious.
Length like those porn stars from her high school days, shape even more grotesque.
Every time Min Seo-yu's tan ass rippled like waves, that monster plunged root-deep then withdrew.
"Aaaak! Ah, ah! It's hitting! Hitting it! Uwoooook!"
Min Seo-yu's ear-splitting scream. No acting.
A real woman's wail as her womb got stabbed.
First time hearing one like this, but...
"Ugh..."
Lee Se-yeon clenched her thighs unconsciously. Her lower belly tugged heavily. The sticky, wet sensation as her panties soaked through—unpleasant yet lewd.
Why am I like this?
Normally, she'd analyze coolly.
Oh, breaking down there. That expression's gold.
—Savoring it leisurely.
But today, her body burned. Chest tight, throat parched, crotch itching unbearably.
"Haa, haa... So hot..."
She fanned her gown collar.
Felt like someone flipped her lust switch and confiscated any release.
I want to see more. More raw, explicit...
Rational thought numbed. She leaned toward the monitor, entranced.
Then Jeong Ji-un lifted Min Seo-yu and laid her on the table.
Her legs splayed wide in the air.
Lee Se-yeon zoomed the camera. Digital zoom blurred it, but she saw between Min Seo-yu's legs.
"Ah..."
A gasp escaped. White. Contrasting Min Seo-yu's bronze skin, frothy semen and fluids filled her entrance.
Pffft... bubble...
Her pussy lips pulsed like breathing, spitting out cum. Each contraction sent milky strands down her thighs.
Lee Se-yeon's hand shook. She pressed her palm to her skirt, rubbing her inner thigh.
"Ung... uht..."
Normally, her eyes would stay on Min Seo-yu.
Her fetish was always the falling woman.
Proud magical girl crumbling—psychological ruin, self-loathing, yet yielding to pleasure. That fed her voyeurism.
But...
......
Her gaze kept drifting. Not to Min Seo-yu.
To the man thrusting above her.
Jeong Ji-un.
"Haa... haa..."
She gripped the mouse tighter.
There it was. The savage silhouette pistoning between Min Seo-yu's legs.
Thud! Thud! Squelch!
Each thrust bounced Min Seo-yu's body.
No regard for the woman—just sating his lust under the guise of 'treatment.'
So why was she swallowing hard watching it?
Impossible.
I'm the observer. Not shaken by beastly rutting.
But her body betrayed her.
Lower belly clenched like her womb pounded. Panties soaked, seat slippery.
Hold it together.
Lee Se-yeon bit her lip.
But her hand slid deeper under her skirt.
Shhrrk.
She hiked up the tight H-line skirt. Black stockings hugged her smooth thighs.
"Ugh... uht..."
Fingers traced over the stockings. Her own skin felt foreign, scorching. Pressing the soft inner flesh, inching toward the center.
Squelch... squelch...
The wet sounds from the speakers echoed like her own crotch.
Illusion. Auditory hallucination. But too vivid.
"Hoo... ughk..."
Her hand covered her panties. Soaked. The drenched fabric clung to her palm.
Why am I... this wet?
Embarrassing. She masturbated sometimes—lightly in the shower after good 'samples.'
But never like this: in the office, clothes on, uncontrollably aroused.
"Ah, ung...!"
She couldn't hold back, shoved her panties aside. Slender fingers slipped into the slick slit.
Slick. Clear nectar strung like silk.
Middle finger found her swollen clit. Far more sensitive than usual. A graze shot lightning through her spine.
"Hik! Uuht!"
Her other hand gripped the desk, nails scraping the edge.
On screen, Jeong Ji-un smacked! Min Seo-yu's ass.
Smack!
"Kyaaang!"
"Ughk!"
As if struck herself, Lee Se-yeon's ass twitched. Her fingers mashed her clit.
Zing!
"Ah, ah... aaang...!"
She clamped her mouth, but moans leaked. Virgin masturbation was clumsy—no finesse, just frantic rubbing to quench the boil.
Jeong Ji-un sped up on screen, nearing climax.
"I'm cumming... Gonna fill you."
"Cum! Inside! All of it!"
Me too... I'm gonna cum...
The edge. Thighs quivered. Toes curled in her shoes.
"Ah, ah! Coming... uuung! Yes...!"
Lee Se-yeon threw her head back. Ceiling fluorescents blurred.
The moment Jeong Ji-un gripped Min Seo-yu's hips and slammed deep.
Ploosh!
"Aaaaaaaak!"
Min Seo-yu's scream hit—and
"Hyaaaaaang—!!"
Lee Se-yeon's wail burst out, hips bucking wildly.
Zzzzzing!
Brain fuse blown.
"Ughk! U-ugh! Uuuung!"
Her walls clenched fiercely. Empty womb pulsed hungrily. Juices gushed from between her legs.
Like pissing herself, hot fluid soaked her panties, streamed down her stockings. She clutched the armrests, shuddering.
Perfectly synced with Jeong Ji-un's orgasm. As he unloaded, she peaked alone under the desk.
One-sided communion.
"Haa... haa... ughk... heuk..."
The long afterglow faded.
What... did I just do?
Lee Se-yeon smoothed her trembling skirt. Soaked. Panties ruined, stockings wrecked. Wet stain stark on the chair.
She wobbled carefully, grabbed wet wipes. Wiped the sticky fluid from her hands. Sour, musky scent of herself.
But...
Bigger than regret or shame: emptiness.
"Haa..."
She looked back at the monitor. Jeong Ji-un lay spent on Min Seo-yu's back.
Want more. Closer.
If only a tiny hole in that wall...
Gulp.
Lee Se-yeon's eyes spun dizzily.