Heerin's Humiliation
After parting ways with Yerin, I headed into the Understanding Hallyu class. As soon as I stepped into the lecture hall, I spotted a familiar face. It was Heerin.
I naturally took the seat next to her, and she jumped in surprise, turning to stare at me.
"What? Why the big reaction?"
Heerin, whom I hadn't seen in a while, looked gloomier than usual.
"Oh... it's nothing."
This wasn't the confident Heerin I knew.
"Come on, what's up? Still not feeling well? You didn't show up on Tuesday either."
"No, it's not that."
Heerin replied dismissively, almost like she was trying to brush me off. It felt like she was avoiding me.
"Hmm... Did everything go okay that night?"
Hyun-su was asking about after the Monday drinking party, and Heerin's expression darkened instantly.
"Young-hoon took you home safe, right?"
"I said it's nothing!"
Heerin suddenly shouted. Her voice drew stares from everyone in the lecture hall.
As the eyes turned to her, she panicked, grabbed her bag, and bolted out of the room.
I was caught off guard by the sudden turn but quickly followed her out.
"Heerin! Hold up a sec. What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I ran to catch her and grabbed her wrist to stop her. When I stepped in front of her and looked at her face, she was already in tears.
"Why are you crying? Not here—let's go somewhere and talk."
Without letting go of her wrist, I led her to a nearby café with private rooms.
Once inside the room, I pulled her into a hug.
"Tell me, Heerin. What's going on? Why the tears?"
"Hic... sob..."
Heerin buried her face in the café table and cried for a long while. I moved to her side from across the table and gently patted her shoulder and back.
Calming a bit under my touch, she hesitated before starting to speak.
It was Monday night. The moment Young-hoon had taken the blackout-drunk Heerin away after her drunken rambling.
"Hyun-su oppa~"
"Heerin, snap out of it. Hyun-su's already gone."
"Ahh, why are you keeping me from him~"
Heerin, unable to stand properly, whined at Young-hoon. He wrapped his arm around her side to steady her, feeling the slim curve of her waist. His heart raced.
"Ah... dizzy..."
Heerin stumbled and nearly collapsed. Young-hoon quickly scooped her up and propped her upright. She seemed completely passed out now.
He piggybacked her to a nearby motel. After checking in, he laid her on the bed and pulled a camcorder from his bag.
Young-hoon had a hobby of taking photos and videos. Holding the camcorder in one hand, he approached her.
"This is your fault. Why do you keep staring only at Hyun-su? I'm the one who treats you better."
He lifted the hem of her top slightly on the fully wasted Heerin. Her pale belly and navel came into view. Lifting it higher revealed her bra. Her breasts had looked huge even through her clothes, but now they strained against the fabric like they might burst free. Pushing the bra up, her breasts jiggled into view before his eyes.
The camcorder captured it all. They sagged a bit lying down, but their perfect shape was stunning.
Young-hoon teased her nipples with his tongue.
"Hng...!"
Even in sleep, Heerin moaned at his touch. Ignoring it, he sucked on each breast in turn before shifting his gaze lower.
He unbuckled her jeans and carefully pulled them down. Her panties matched the bra set. The dark patch of pubic hair showed through, looking incredibly lewd.
He lifted her hips to strip off the panties, then spread her legs. He filmed her overall pose with the camera. Hands raised triumphantly, legs in an M-shape, she lay there asleep.
The camera in his hand focused on her pussy. Thanks to his earlier breast play, fluids were starting to leak out.
"Hah... hah..."
Breathing like a pervert, Young-hoon spread her folds with his fingers and even inserted them.
"Hnnng..."
Her moans grew louder.
"You like it too, huh, Heerin? I'll make it feel even better."
Young-hoon set the camcorder on the bedside table to capture her perfectly, stripped off his clothes, climbed on top, and thrust his erect cock inside.
It was tight at first, but as he groped her breasts and rolled her nipples with his tongue, her juices began to flow.
"Heerin... this feels amazing."
He hadn't even thrust properly yet, but he already felt the urge to cum.
"Ah... wha... what...?"
That's when Heerin started coming to.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
Fully awake now, she realized Young-hoon was raping her and screamed. She tried to push his chest away with her hands, but she couldn't overpower a man's strength.
Young-hoon pinned her hands down and kept thrusting until he came inside her.
"Hah... hah... Felt good, right?"
"Let go! Pull out, you bastard!"
After filling her up, Young-hoon pulled out. Heerin stared blankly at the semen leaking from her pussy, then started cursing him.
"You crazy fuck! I'm reporting you and sending you to prison!"
"Heh, go ahead, try it."
Heerin scrambled to grab her scattered clothes and put them on. After slipping her bra back on, she lifted her legs to pull up her panties—only for Young-hoon to shove her from behind, slamming her face-down on the bed.
He pressed down on her back and twisted one arm behind her.
"Ah! It hurts... Let go!!"
She struggled, but the alcohol still lingered, and she couldn't match his strength. Soon both arms were wrenched back, and he bound her wrists tightly with his necktie.
Now on her knees, face down and bound. Young-hoon used the bathrobe belt to tie her legs too.
She screamed from her prone position.
"You psycho!! I'll kill you!! Untie me now!"
As she yelled loud enough for the neighbors, he stuffed her panties in her mouth and gagged her with a towel.
"Mmph!! Mmph!! Mmmph!!"
No more sound came from her mouth.
"Now that's a better look."
With her fully restrained, Young-hoon grabbed the camcorder from the table.
"Mmph? Mmph!! Mmmph!!"
Seeing it, Heerin writhed and screamed, but only muffled groans escaped.
"Why get so excited again?"
He circled behind her and filmed her pussy leaking his semen.
"Heerin, look at my cum flowing out of you. I'll show you later."
He shoved fingers inside. Squish... squish... He toyed with her pussy using his hand.
Tears streamed from her eyes. As he relentlessly prodded her inner walls, his semen came out first, then her own clear juices began to flow.
"Oh ho, feeling it now?"
"Mmm? Mmph!!"
"Hahaha! You love it?"
She shook her head no, but couldn't communicate. His fingers targeted her relentlessly, and more fluid poured from her pussy.
"Lol, this slut's going crazy for my fingers."
Speeding up, suddenly a squirt erupted from her pussy. Young-hoon wiped her juices off on her ass.
Utterly humiliated, she'd tried to deny the climax, but bound as she was, she had no choice.
This time, Young-hoon moved to her front. He lifted her shoulders slightly with both hands and sat under her face. When he let go, her face pressed against his cock.
Desperate to avoid it, she shook her head, rubbing her face against it instead.
Young-hoon reached down and grabbed her breasts. Hanging down from the prone position, their weight was immense.
"Kya... these tits... insane."
After groping them thoroughly, he removed the towel gag. Panties still out.
"Heerin, I'll take the panties out if you suck me off."
She shook her head vigorously to refuse.
"Don't want to? Guess I have no choice. I'll post this video all over the school boards and the internet. Everyone gets to see the goddess of Korea University's business department like this."
Of course, Young-hoon had no intention of sharing, but the threat worked all too easily.