Sleepy Princess 1
The video I purchased was extremely short—barely ten minutes long.
The moment it started, a cheap font flashed a liability-dodging disclaimer across the screen: something about it being a staged video filmed by mutual consent.
Once the brief notice vanished, the footage began to play.
Like the thumbnail, the whole thing was dark, as if no lights had been turned on, and the space was packed with the kind of pastel furniture children would adore. Filming seemed to have started mid-scene—an unidentified woman in a mascot costume lay sprawled across the floor.
"Beep—ssi. Are you okay?"
Whoever was inside the costume had their name hidden behind a beep, and the voice of the person filming had been modulated as well, making identification look deliberately difficult.
The image shook, then gave way to nothing but rustling sounds.
After a minute or two, the video brightened again, and the camera began filming what was inside the mascot costume.
"...Gulp."
Inside the princess-like costume was a woman with a figure so sensual I swallowed hard without meaning to. The costume must have been stiflingly hot—her entire body was soaked through with sweat, the sheen so vivid it seemed to leap right through the screen.
Her outfit stood out as something chosen with sweating in mind: a thin tank top and black dolphin shorts so short the underside of her buttocks was barely covered. Because the clothes clung tight to her skin, her figure and the lines of her underwear were laid bare, radiating an intensely lewd heat.
"……"
The camera licked slowly over the woman inside the costume. Her face was buried under a heavy mosaic so no one could possibly identify her, but a single mole beneath her lips stood out like a charm point, asserting its presence.
Hyeon-ju has a mole under her lips too…
It was identical to my wife's. As suspicion hardened into certainty, a mind-numbing excitement poured down from the crown of my head. The video kept flowing, quenching the thirst that was burning me alive.
From the woman who lay motionless as if sound asleep, a languid quality that stirred a man's sadistic instincts poured out, and her white skin, glistening with sweat, stood out starkly in the darkness. As if announcing that the woman in this video was a married woman, a wedding ring on her left ring finger flashed briefly into view.
"W-wait. Let me rewind."
I hurriedly paused the video and scrubbed back to recheck the frame with the wedding ring. An utterly ordinary silver band with no distinctive features at all. A silver wedding ring so plain that even calling it simple felt insufficient—no gemstones set in it—looked similar to the ones Hyeon-ju and I wore. But precisely because the design was so common, I couldn't be certain it was my wife.
"If I could check the inside of the ring, I'd know for sure…"
Wedding rings are something you always wear on your body, so we had chosen something understated and clean. But to give them a distinguishing mark, we had engraved each other's initials on the inside. If I could just confirm that, I would know in an instant who the woman in this video was—but it didn't look like my curiosity was going to be satisfied.
"Hah. Nothing I can do. Keep watching for now."
I hit play again. After filming the woman's body from head to toe, he brought his hand to the dolphin shorts. His touch was extremely cautious, as if he could snatch his hand away and play dumb at any second. Perhaps because the sweat-soaked shorts wouldn't come down easily, he flipped the woman completely over, forcing her into a position with her hips raised high.
In a posture so humiliating that taking her from behind right then would have been no problem at all, the woman couldn't manage even a single act of resistance as the dolphin shorts were dragged down to her thighs. Then the plain gray functional panties that absorbed sweat well—hidden until now beneath the shorts—came into view.
"Hoo…"
Whether it was a sigh that escaped because he'd been concentrating so hard while pulling the pants down, or a sound of admiration at peeking at a coworker's underwear, an unidentifiable voice leaked through the speakers. He brought his hand to the gray panties, which had absorbed so much sweat they were mottled with stains.
Squelch.
The sound of fabric rubbing was thoroughly damp from how much she had sweated. But that only made the lines of her buttocks more blatantly visible, and steam rose so thickly you could feel the heat and body odor of the scene itself.
"Beep—ssi?"
He called the woman's name again as if checking whether she was conscious. It was a moment that made clear she was being filmed against her will. When there was still no response, he began pulling down the damp gray panties. As they were dragged away, her plump, milky-white buttocks popped free as if breaking out of a shell. Leaving the sweat-soaked panties draped around her thighs so they could be yanked back up at any moment, the married woman's secret cleft was laid completely bare.
"Whoa… fuck…"
The instant I saw it, a vulgar word slipped from my mouth without thinking. It was a speech habit that reeked of Jang Man-su, but right now I had no mental capacity left to care. The moon-like buttocks filling the screen were so soaked in sweat that the urge to grab them tight surged through me, and the long stretch of her cleft below displayed an utterly primal landscape. Between the mound of her pussy, where transparent beads of sweat clung, her secret flesh was slightly parted, holding moisture. My heart pounded as if it would leap out of my mouth with the urge to look inside.
Schlick.
As if answering the wishes of every beast watching this video, fingers that were neat yet distinctly knuckled—hard to believe they belonged to a man—spread the married woman's thick mound to the side. Then, with a wet sound like digging through a moisture-laden mudflat, her pussy was forced open, revealing the flesh within. Just then, a transparent bead of sweat rolling down the cleft of her buttocks disappeared into that pretty pink-tinged flesh.
I was mesmerized by a beautiful sight that couldn't have been staged even if you tried. The pussy, so full of heat that white steam rose from it, twitched and writhed as if embarrassed, and that appearance was so decadent I had no choice but to grip my erect cock.
Tap, tap, tap-tap.
Without even taking off my pants, I frantically stroked myself. I burned the woman's inner flesh into my eyes until the blood vessels stood out. The possibility that it might be my wife's sent a flood of excitement that scorched every drop of my brain matter. Thinking that an unspecified number of men were watching this vulgar scenery right alongside me, a bizarre pleasure raced through my entire body until my toes curled.
"……"
The man filming also seemed unable to hold back any longer—his breathing gradually grew rougher. Soon the screen shook violently; it looked as if he had mounted the recording device somewhere. Once the image stabilized, a composition appeared as if filming both of their full bodies from the side. The woman presumed to be my wife remained in the position with her hips raised, and after setting up the camera, the man checked several times whether it was recording properly. Then, having found a satisfactory angle, he returned with hurried footsteps to the woman sprawled in that doggy-style pose.
"Tsk. It'll be hard to identify the man too."
The filmer also had a heavy mosaic over his face, and his clothes—whether prepared for this occasion or not—were a featureless black short-sleeve shirt and long sweatpants. I stopped trying to deduce anything about him and focused on his actions instead.
Without a moment's hesitation, he knelt behind the woman, got into position, and buried his face into her buttocks in one go.
Twitch!
The woman who had been sprawled with her hips raised jerked her body hard, perhaps from the stimulation to her sensitive area. But as if the video were instructing me to focus on the audio rather than the visuals, thoroughly wet and gluttonous sucking and licking sounds poured through the speakers.
"Chwup, chuk! Churrrup! Chuk, slurp, slurp, slurp, chup…!!"
Because of the side angle showing the two of them, the exact spot being sucked and licked wasn't visible—but I could imagine how intensely and greedily he was going at it. The man's head bobbed as if rubbing against the woman's buttocks, and occasionally a red tongue would dart out from beneath her trembling cleft and disappear again. The married woman, having her pussy and inner flesh ravaged without any means of resistance, began to twitch and tremble in her limbs little by little from the surging stimulation. Most striking of all was her sweat-soaked buttocks, quivering like pudding.
H-uh… nngh… euh…? Ha, uh…
The woman's moans melted into the gluttonous sounds of her pussy being licked. Strength gradually entered the waist of the woman who had merely been limp, and it began to stiffen; the tips of her toes sticking out of the mascot costume occasionally twitched and curled inward.
"Slurp, slurp, slurrrp…! Chuuup…! Chuk, chuk, chuk, chuuuup…!"
The man stuck to her as if sucking and licking pussy were a fetish, refusing to pull away. The married woman rocked her hips up and down as if wanting to escape that tenacious oral assault, and each time, body fluid—whether love juices or saliva—dripped drop by drop. That transparent fluid, thick with viscosity, looked even more vivid because of the deep darkness. The more frequently the man's red tongue poked out from between the married woman's legs, the harder she trembled in her limbs, as if she were being pickled in pleasure.