Shame? That's a Luxury for You
I stood up, micro bikini in hand, and walked over to Kang Hyunji.
Just to eyeball the fit, I unfolded it and held it roughly against her body.
“Ugh… This is…!”
Hyunji looked startled the moment she saw the micro bikini.
Fair enough. It barely covered her nipples and pussy—almost no surface area at all. So yeah. I’d scored a real bargain.
Her flustered reaction only confirmed I’d bought well.
She still had her short-sleeve T-shirt on, silver dolphin shorts and matching silver cotton panties yanked down around her ankles like she’d gone bottomless. Funny how the shorts and panties coordinated.
Anyway.
“Kyaah!!!”
I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and yanked it straight up. Her arms snagged, but I forced it off completely with raw strength. Her full, high breasts sprang free, nothing left but nipple patches covering just the tips.
“Hiiit..!!”
I ripped those patches off like cheap band-aids and flung them somewhere into the living room. Whatever… if she needed them later, she could dig them up herself. Not my problem.
I held out the bra half of the micro bikini.
“Put it on.”
“Uuu… Yes…!”
Just two words. Put it on. I wasn’t even sure why that phrasing slipped out, but it did. Honestly, “put it on” might have been accurate—this wasn’t something you wore so much as draped over your nipples. The coverage was that pathetic.
Hyunji took the black micro bikini top, slipped the strings over her shoulders, and lined the tiny cups up with her nipples.
“…Hnn…!”
A short moan escaped as the fabric brushed her already-sensitive tips. …Could I even call this a bra? Nipple covers felt more honest. It was so thin the bumpy outer edges of her areolae peeked out, and with her nipples stiffening, the whole scrap floated slightly off her skin. Truly just the barest suggestion of coverage.
I handed her the bottom piece next. …T-back? No. This couldn’t be called panties. It looked like it would struggle to hide her labia—more like a pussy flap just thick enough to keep the breeze out of her hole. Pussy cover. That was the only name that fit.
I passed the barely-there scrap to her. She took it without a word, then kicked off the silver cotton panties and dolphin shorts completely. One foot after the other, she stepped into the strings, pulled the thin band up to her pubic bone, and settled the flap over her pussy.
“….”
Once she was “dressed,” she looked at me in silence. Most of the fear had drained from her eyes—not gone entirely, but pushed aside by something else. A strange anticipation. And heat. That unmistakable look of a bitch in season.
After the way I’d worked her over with the egg vibrator… yeah. Her slut mode was fully online.
I let my gaze slide down from her throat. Those full, heavy breasts that would fill a hand perfectly, grip just right. At the crest of each sat the black micro scrap. Embarrassing to call it a bikini. Even her old nipple patches covered more. Barely enough for the nipples alone. Her areolae weren’t especially large, yet the slightly darkened borders showed clear as day, the bumpy rims blatantly exposed. Truly vulgar.
A body that hot and pretty, looking this cheap. Separately, every curve was pure sex; stuffed into these shameless rags, it just screamed trashy. No ordinary woman could step outside like this. She’d be branded a pervert and roasted across every SNS feed before she hit the sidewalk. If she were still a “normal girl,” that would be the end of it.
But Hyunji had long since left the normal category behind. I could shove her out the door exactly like this if I wanted.
…Not that I planned to. Not yet.
I woke my phone screen.
Already half past five? Time really flew when you were busy breaking a girl. It would be dark soon. Take her home… or keep her here…
Hmm. Whatever. I was going to keep turning her into a jotjip either way. Home was fine.
“Follow me.”
I fisted her hair and yanked.
“Augh…!”
Hyunji let out a pained whimper as I dragged her to the entrance and shoved my feet into my shoes.
“Uh… Uhh…?”
She stood there looking lost.
“What the hell are you staring at??”
“Am… Am I really going out… like this…!?”
“What else?”
“B… Bu… clothes…?”
Slap!
“Augh!!”
I raised my hand and cracked her full, high breast. The impact felt exactly like slapping a cheek—same solid weight, same sharp, wet pop.
“Just come out.”
“B… But… wearing this outside…!”
“Oh for fuck’s sake…”
My temper snapped. I yanked the tiny nipple cover aside.
“Hiiik!!”
Her brown nipple sprang free; she flinched hard.
“Just.”
I pinched it viciously and twisted.
“Auuugh!! Uugh!! W… Wait…! Aaah!!”
The sudden pain made her thrash; her hands flew up and grabbed my wrist on pure instinct. Grabbing me changed nothing.
“Get the fuck out.”
“Auuugh!! Aaah!!”
I kept the brown tip crushed between my fingers. Even her nipples were rock-hard now, standing like little erect cocks. Pretty shape, too—neither oversized nor tiny, just a perfect raisin perched on the center of each C-cup. Matching areolae of exactly the right size. People usually compare big areolae to pie cookies; hers weren’t like that. One glance and you just thought, fuckable. I’d always found brown nipples a little plain, but not on her. Looking at them made me want to suck them into my mouth and tongue them raw.
Still pinching that perfect tip, I twisted it past ninety degrees like cranking an old car ignition. Her cries climbed higher.
“Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“Ah!! Aaah!!! Auuugh!!! Stop!!! Stop!!!!”
Every clipped word came with another hard twist. Her screams hit on the exact same beat. The hands clutching my wrist tightened, desperation pouring through her fingers—a silent, frantic plea to let go.
“Let. Go.”
“Uuuugh…!! P… Please stop…!!”
I’d told her to release me. She didn’t. The harder I twisted, the tighter she clung. Pure, wordless begging.
“Just shut up and follow. Got it?”
“Y-Yes..!! I… I’ll go….!”
She folded again. Same result every time. She always put up that useless little fight until I hurt her enough, then she obeyed. Classic cliché. The kind that should get boring but never does.
Made me wonder, though—how long until this bitch stopped resisting entirely and became nothing but a heat-crazed dog? Was it even possible? Honestly, I was only half sure.
I finally let go of her breast.
“Uuuugh…!! Uugh…!!”
She cupped the exposed brown nipple with both hands, rubbing gently. It must have hurt like hell; she kept stroking it over and over.
“Hnn… Hnnn…!”
Weirdly, she never pulled the tiny cover back into place—even though it left half her areola bare. Instead she kept caressing the sore tip, soft, strange moans slipping out. This was… masturbation. The lingering sting from the pinching was only making her wetter.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Slap!
“Hnnk!!!”
I cracked the side of her breast like a face slap. The short scream snapped her back to reality.
“Follow me.”
“Yes…!”
I shoved my feet into my shoes first.
“You wear slippers.”
“Yes…!”
I’d planned to drag her barefoot, but if she stepped on something sharp and tore up her soles it would just be a hassle. Slippers it was.
Hyunji slid her feet into the slippers, pussy and nipples still barely hidden by those trashy scraps of cloth.
Click. Rattle.
I opened the front door, seized her wrist, and shoved her outside first.
“Kyaah…!!”
She kept the scream tiny, terrified someone on another floor might hear. Fine by me if they did. We were the only ones on this level anyway.
We stood side by side in front of my place next door.
“Turn your head.”
“Yes…!”
She looked away at once. I already knew her door code, but a cumdump bitch had no business knowing the master’s.
Beep-beep-beep-beep. Beep-dee-dee.
“Kyaah!”
I opened the door, yanked her wrist, and tossed her inside like a piece of luggage.