Brazenly Playing the Ordinary Girl in Front of the Neighbor
My eyes met Kang Hyunji's again as she came into view.
She was too far for me to make out every detail, but there was no mistaking that she was staring straight at me.
…Should I just crank it back on full blast?
Make it screamingly obvious to everyone watching that this bitch was walking around with a vibrating egg stuffed in her cunt?!
The look in her eyes carried a faint, stubborn edge of defiance. I stared right back, matching her glare for glare.
I kept watching her as she walked toward the villa, until I noticed someone approaching at her side.
Who the hell…?
I shifted my gaze to the stranger closing in on her.
Ah.
Just a neighbor.
The middle-aged woman who lived in the villa next door. Kind, warm-hearted type. Somewhere in her forties or fifties, I figured. These days it was rare enough for neighbors to even exchange words, yet she always returned a greeting with a smile. Sometimes she even brought over homemade rice cakes—genuinely generous.
She walked right up to Kang Hyunji and started chatting.
"Oh… wait? Miss, you look… so pretty!"
"Ah… th-thank you… haha…"
Too far away to catch every word clearly, but they were definitely exchanging greetings.
Hmm…
Scenes just like this kept flashing through my head from all those pornos.
The guy rapes the girl, fucks her raw, then uses the blackmail to turn her into his personal toy and start controlling her everyday life. While she's out living normally and runs into someone from the neighborhood, he suddenly cranks the egg he'd already shoved into her cunt. She jerks. Trapped, she can only clench her teeth and endure the merciless assault on her clit, desperate not to get caught. By that point it's basically a cliché.
…And now that I thought about it, the guy in that scenario was me.
The girl was Kang Hyunji down there, egg still nestled inside her pussy, chatting away with the neighbor like nothing was wrong.
She stood below, all smiles and neighborly warmth, chatting as if everything were perfectly ordinary. Maybe it was pure desperation. With that egg sitting silent in her cunt, never knowing when it might roar back to life, of course she was on edge. Acting normal was the only way she thought she could keep from looking suspicious. Hating the idea of total public humiliation was only natural.
…So why the fuck did that piss me off?
This was the same bitch who'd taken a beating, gotten fucked, and still gushed cunt juice while I creampied her—why was she suddenly acting like a regular person?
The same slut who'd crawled around in front of me like a proper cumslut.
Something twisted sour in my gut. I was getting irritated for no good reason. Anyone who could read my mind right then would have called me a psycho and cursed me out. Didn't matter. If my own cumslut was making me this angry, then proper training and management were exactly what she needed.
"Young lady, you're… so pretty?"
From the snatches I caught, the middle-aged woman was complimenting Hyunji's looks.
"No… not at all. Haha…"
And of course Hyunji just ate it up with a smile.
Yeah. That settled it.
A cumslut bitch like her only understood one language: corrective education.
…But why the hell was my cock twitching and swelling again?
Tch. Stay the fuck down, you greedy bastard. We're not burying you in her right this second.
For the sake of properly schooling my cumslut, I could put off the immediate pleasure. There were other thrills waiting. Though watching the spectacle about to unfold would probably make my dick throb even harder—and that part I wouldn't be able to hold back.
I lifted my phone and woke the screen. The moment the lock cleared, the wireless vibrating egg app filled the display. Right in the center sat a big, fat play button.
One tap and the egg buried in Kang Hyunji's cunt would start thrashing again.
No need to think twice. I hit play.
The instant I did, I looked out the window straight at her.
Hyunji was bent forward like someone with a sudden stomach cramp.
"Oh… does it hurt?"
"Ah… i-it's… nothing…!"
The middle-aged woman startled, laid a hand on Hyunji's shoulder, and started fretting. From the tone it sounded like she was asking where it hurt. Of course she would. Anyone watching a girl suddenly clutch her lower belly and double over would assume something was wrong.
"But… isn't that… a phone ringing…?"
Distance and a light breeze muddied the words, yet it seemed the woman thought a phone was going off and was saying as much. Hyunji, still bent at the waist, looked ready to panic.
If I were in her place I might have lost it completely. The insane vibration roaring inside her pussy had no promised end. The person beside her thought it was a phone and kept talking to her. Every second she had to wonder whether the egg would give her away. Her panties were already soaked through, no question. She was probably fretting that the wetness might even show through her shorts. And of course those dolphin shorts were silver—any real flood of cunt juice would light them up like a neon sign.
The middle-aged woman kept fussing over her, but Hyunji looked like she wanted nothing more than for the kindness to stop. Fair enough. If that woman ever learned what was actually stuffed inside this pervert's cunt, the way she looked at her would never be the same.
Hyunji kept waving her hands, insisting she was fine. Still she stayed half-bent, unable to straighten fully. Standing upright would only press the vibrating tip harder against her clit.
Should I bump the intensity a little higher?
I woke the phone again, opened the app, and nudged the power up notch by notch. Hyunji, still under the woman's worried gaze, gave a sharp little jolt as the stronger pulses hit. Then she folded even lower, knees pressing together, both hands clamped over her belly like she was about to piss herself. She probably wanted to shove a hand straight between her legs, but she didn't dare. That would have been social death on the spot.
With the power raised, the buzzing had to be louder too. The middle-aged woman kept fretting even as she tilted her head left and right, clearly hunting for the source of the sound.
Auntie… that noise is coming from right in front of you—from inside this filthy bitch's cunt. I got a little rough with her earlier and she just spread her legs and let me shove the egg in without a single word of protest.
I really wondered what the woman would think if she ever found the true origin of that vibration.
Hold on…
Hyunji was clamping down on every moan with everything she had. If she'd let those filthy sounds spill out the way she did when I was using her, the neighbor would have figured it out in a heartbeat. That was probably why she was selling the "stomach pain" act so hard—she had to disguise the noises trying to tear out of her throat.
Watching her fight so desperately to avoid social death was both pitiful and ridiculous. Peel back one thin layer and she was nothing but a pure pervert. Right now she was wrapping that outer shell as tightly as she could so no one would ever see what she really was. Strip that shell away and she might drop straight into being a public flesh toilet. From everything I'd felt while training her, that felt true. A girl whose cunt could stay flooded with cum every single day, passed around without end.
I suddenly wanted to peel that social shell off her—slowly.
With the egg hammering even harder and the middle-aged woman still standing right there, Hyunji looked like she was freefalling into full panic. Finally she bowed her head in a frantic goodbye and practically fled into the villa at a near-run.
Ah… dopamine explosion.
Too fucking fun. Next time a similar chance came up, I was definitely doing this again. The rush was unreal. Scenes like this were exactly why I hadn't touched porn in a whole week. Why would I need it? A delicious bitch in heat lived right next door. I already had her door code. I could walk in whenever I wanted, bury my cock in that filthy pervert cunt, and play with her like a toy the second I got bored. What I was doing right now was basically filming a live porno. Real-life porn. Delicious as hell.
Rattle.
After watching that perfect little porno scene play out, I shut the outer window.
Thud. Thud.
Slide.
I stepped back inside, closed the veranda window, and dropped onto the sofa.
The way she'd bolted in, she might even come flying up the stairs. …No. Not with the intensity I'd just set. She wouldn't be able to run.
…Better idea: get into her place before she arrives. Check that cunt of hers, and start prepping for tonight's little walk while I'm at it.
Thinking that, I scooped the micro bikini off the floor and headed for the front door.
Thud. Thud.
I stepped outside.
Click.
Beep!
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep!
Thud. Thud.
The moment I left my own unit I thought I heard Hyunji's footsteps approaching from farther down. I walked over to the neighboring door and punched in the code.
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
Beep-beep-beep!
Click.
Thud. Thud.
The lock released. I pushed the door open, kicked off my shoes, walked into the living room, and sat down on the floor.
Beep! Beep! Beep-beep-beep!
The front door locked behind me.
Beep-beep-beep-beep!
Barely a minute later I heard the door code being entered again.
Beep-beep-beep!
Click.
The door opened.
Kang Hyunji walked into her own home.