Chapter 13. The Kind Ms. Hana (4)
"T-this… this is, um, how, I…"
Park Hana scrambled desperately for words. But her brain had completely shut down. No matter how many times she clicked the power button, nothing came on.
The truth was, being caught naked hiding in someone else's closet couldn't be covered up with any excuse.
Her eyes darted left and right like a metronome, frantic and anxious. She was about to go insane. This entire situation, everything about it.
She'd known this secret couldn't last forever. But accidents, by their very nature, came suddenly. Knowing it didn't change anything—when it struck, she'd be left rolling around in her own blood, helpless.
"Try explaining yourself."
Park Hana opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish, words trying to escape and failing over and over. The harder she searched for an excuse, the deeper she sank into despair. It felt like a terrible nightmare.
"Hana-ssi."
She kept her head bowed, unable to answer.
"Hana-ssi!"
"Y-yes!"
Park Hana tried briefly to smile like the kind Hana-ssi she was supposed to be. It was a last-ditch effort. She had no other option. Or rather—
But in front of him, even the kind Hana-ssi couldn't become Park Hana's strength.
"Why are you smiling? Is this funny?"
"N-no. No. I didn't mean, I wasn't trying to…"
Tears welled up in her eyes. But strangely, they wouldn't fall. She was too terrified.
She'd gotten away with so many bold things up until now, but the moment she was caught, the fear hit harder than when she'd first fallen into this strange world.
"Is this it? Some kind of weird sexual desire? …Yeah, that's it."
"No, no it's not. Kang-jun-ssi, it's not like that…"
"Then what is it?"
This was… this was… She tried to find some excuse, but her mind went completely blank.
Yet strangely, her crotch was growing numb. Park Hana's body, oblivious to the situation, was heating up on its own. Being naked in front of a man, trembling pitifully—her body was interpreting all of it as arousal.
"Then what is it?"
Park Hana had no choice but to mumble. She couldn't find anything to say no matter how hard she tried. All she wanted was for this situation to just pass.
"What were you doing in here?"
"…What?"
"What were you doing in here. …No, are you really this bad at understanding? Or are you pretending not to hear me?"
Park Hana was speechless again. Even the most depraved woman couldn't answer honestly when asked point-blank if she'd masturbated while staring at someone's face.
"It was just, this was, just an accident. An accident."
Kang-jun let out a short, mocking laugh. Seeing that, Park Hana bit down hard on her lower lip and cast her eyes downward.
Suddenly he stood up. She flinched, her whole body trembling. He strode over to the closet, then turned and crouched back in front of her. Something dropped with a soft thud right in front of her eyes. …It was Kang-jun's underwear.
*Hup.* Park Hana's eyes shook violently, like a criminal caught with the murder weapon.
"What's this?"
"T-this is…"
"I clearly put this in the laundry basket earlier. Why is it here?"
"This is…"
"No, stop saying 'this is.' Try saying something else."
"Ah… uh-uh."
"Ah, so this is what you really are, Hana-ssi."
It was a confirmation kill. Park Hana felt herself crumbling to pieces right there.
It was over. It was all over. The mask of the kind Hana-ssi had shattered into fragments.
"Hana-ssi."
"…Yes."
"Show me."
"…What?"
Kang-jun tapped the underwear with his hand.
"Show me what you did with this."
"With this…"
"Hurry. …Are you really going to just shut down now? Hah! Hana-ssi, you're crazy?"
"No, no. I'll do it. I'll do it."
The criminal was forced to reenact her crime. Unable to hold out any longer, Park Hana finally reached out and slowly picked up the evidence. From her trembling crotch, something sticky dripped down with a soft *tuk*. …Pathetically, her arousal was climbing rapidly.
"You didn't just hold it, did you?"
She slowly brought the underwear to her face. Then she tilted her head up and looked at Kang-jun, showing him how she'd done it.
"And then?"
She made a face like *what?*
"And then what? …No, am I going to keep making you say the same thing? If someone saw this, they'd think I'm blackmailing you, Hana-ssi."
Park Hana nodded that she would, but her hands wouldn't move.
This wasn't like a random chat. There was no anonymity here. There was Park Hana.
…And there was Kang-jun, who had always been her weakness since they'd met, right in front of her.
*Hup.*
Park Hana's hand touched her crotch. *Sueup.* At the same time, she reflexively inhaled the scent of the underwear. The one-piece dress covering her chest slipped down with a soft *seureuk*. Her stiff nipples were exposed.
She scratched her clitoris with her fingers. Her crotch was already soaked enough that it didn't need any more stimulation.
*Ha-eu, ha-eup.*
Unable to hold her body still, she slowly collapsed forward. Her pale, trembling back was revealed. In the sweltering summer heat, trapped in a sealed room with no fan, wrapped in tension and arousal, she was already drenched in sweat.
The masturbation that had started as gentle finger-rubbing was now escalating. …Though honestly, starting to masturbate naked in front of a man had already made any discussion of "levels" meaningless.
Anyway, her reason was flying away. All the situations that had tormented her were now, perversely, becoming aphrodisiacs.
*Sueup ha, sueup ha.*
The suspect confessed to the charges. She'd given up the moment the evidence was laid bare. No—she'd been effectively arrested at the scene the moment she appeared naked.
She devoted herself to the final criminal act. With a witness present, the act became more obsessive and rough.
The body that had been face-down rolled onto its back. She spread her legs as if daring him to watch, and thrust her fingers in roughly. *Ha-eup, eup, eo-eok, eo-euk.*
Beads of sweat clung to her skin, pouring down her chest like rain. Kang-jun watched her masturbate with his legs crossed.
Yes, watch more. More. More.
Park Hana brought her middle and ring fingers together, thrusting deeper and faster. The underwear was pressed to her face, her hand squeezing her erect nipples. *Ha-a-euk.* Every time her head tilted back, her long, dark, sweat-soaked hair spread across the floor like octopus tentacles.
Ah, ah, it's coming, it's coming. Wah. Waah!
Park Hana stared straight at Kang-jun. Then she clenched her teeth. *Peu-heu, peu-heuk.* Rough breaths burst through her clenched teeth, and each time, droplets of saliva splattered onto her chest.
*Ha-eu-eung! Peu-haaang!
The moment the climax snapped, her body stretched taut with a brief spasm. Her back arched, then dropped back to the floor with a thud.
…She'd really done it. Really. For real.
Kang-jun slowly stepped down from his chair and crouched in front of her. Lying there with her legs spread in an M-shape, panting, she was unbearably alluring.
Now it was done. She'd spread her legs herself, and thrust fingers into her hole. The valve had been opened.
His hand touched her knee. Her sweat-slicked body trembled slightly. But her eyes couldn't meet his. She just stared blankly at the ceiling… at that pure white ceiling, motionless.
Kang-jun's hand descended from her raised knee, slowly sliding down her thigh. Park Hana felt the sensation coming down like an avalanche.
And when that hand swept over her pelvis, climbed her lower abdomen, and reached just below her chest—only then did she realize. …Something was about to happen.
—!
Kang-jun gripped her breast tightly with his hand. *Heu-eup.* Park Hana thought she was truly going to lose her mind right there. She pressed the back of her head hard against the floor.
Her fantasy was slowly becoming reality. The moment she realized that, the dam in her crotch burst open again.
No way. No way.
Park Hana couldn't reject his touch. No—she couldn't even think of rejecting it. Even when his fingers twisted her erect nipples, all she could do was writhe with moans. …But she couldn't meet his eyes. She felt like something terrible would happen if she did.
"You did it like this…"
Kang-jun picked up his discarded underwear and pressed it firmly against her face again. *Heu-eup.* The moment his hand let go, hers moved quickly to hold the underwear in place so it wouldn't slip.
*Seu-eup.*
Kang-jun toyed with her large breasts to his heart's content, then slowly moved his gaze downward. Her crotch was already steaming hot enough that it didn't need any more stimulation.
*Ha-a, ha-a, ha-a.* Park Hana panted heavily. She had never been this aroused in her entire life. It was so intense her vision was swimming. Impossible to handle.
Kang-jun's hand finally claimed her crotch. Park Hana jerked her whole body at the sensation that pierced through her skull. In her extreme arousal, her entire body had become like an erogenous zone—every touch sent lightning crackling through her.
Kang-jun brought his middle and ring fingers together, rubbed them against her slick entrance, and then thrust them in.
*Ha-eu-a-aang.*
Only then did Park Hana turn her head sharply to the side and look at Kang-jun. This was a sensation she truly couldn't endure. She grabbed his arm with a startled gasp.
"A-eut, g-gang-jun-ssi…!"
"You don't like it here?"
No, absolutely not. It felt infinitely better than her own hand. Ten times better. A hundred times better.
"If you don't like it, I won't do it. …Tell me. Good or bad?"
Park Hana tightened her grip on his arm. She wet her dry lips with her trembling tongue.
If I say it, it's over. If I say it, it's over.
"J…"
If I say it, it's over. If I say it, it's all over.
"Jo."
If I say it, it's over. It's all over.
"It's good. More, thrust more… into your older sister's pussy, thrust more. Into your older sister's pussy…! Thrust your fingers into your older sister's pussy, Kang-jun!"
She let it all out. Park Hana watched as a smile slowly spread across Kang-jun's face, as if mocking her depraved lust.
"Got it, oppa."
And immediately, the piston motion began. She writhed at the maddening sensation. *Jteuk jteuk.* Sticky fluid squelched at the junction, making obscene sounds.
I can't hold on. Ah, I can't hold on anymore—!
Kang-jun grabbed her breast with his other hand and pinned her to the floor, so she couldn't thrash around too wildly.
"A, ah, ah, ah-eu-eu-aak!"
Her hips snapped upward once. But the fingers didn't stop. No, no, no—!
"A-eu-eu-eup!"
The spasms began. But Kang-jun kept pumping his arm.
"Geu-ma-an! A-a-a-ap!"
"Shut the fuck up."
Kang-jun crumpled the underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. *U-eup. U-geu-eup!* Now she was finally quiet.
He stirred his fingers roughly one last time. Her body snapped upward violently this time. She could feel that this was the limit. …This far is enough. It would be a waste to break through the limit with fingers. I'll do it with a cock.
Kang-jun pulled his fingers out. An unknown fluid soaked everything. Park Hana had lost all strength in her legs and lay sprawled on the floor, just panting.
The saliva- and sweat-soaked underwear dropped from her turned-away mouth with a soft *tuk*. She was completely drenched, as if she'd just taken a shower.
*Ha-aek, ha-aek.*
Kang-jun shoved the fingers he'd just used deep into her mouth, pinning her chin firmly with his thumb to hold her head in place. To make her look at him.
He scraped his fingers against her slick tongue.
"Now, oppa and I are accomplices."
Accomplices.
"Understood?"
…Park Hana slowly nodded, sucking on his fingers.