Micro Bikini Outdoor Walk
"This cumslut just pissed all over the sheets."
"Haa… haaah… Th-that's… nngh…!♡"
Even as I spoke, Kang Hyunji kept twitching, little moans spilling out of her.
"Act like the cumslut you are."
"Mmph—!!"
The second the words left my mouth, I shoved her face straight down into the soaked sheets.
The mattress was soft enough that I could bury her face without any real effort.
"Mmmph…!! Nngh!! Mmmbrrbl!!"
Hyunji had her own squirt forced all over her face, ground into every inch of it. Humiliation came second—her pussy juice kept flooding her nose and mouth until she could barely breathe.
Once her face was thoroughly soaked, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and hauled her up.
"Pwah—!!! Haaah!! Ugh!! Cough! Cough-cough!!"
Some of it must have gotten into her mouth too. She hacked and coughed like someone yanked out of a pool, face glistening with her own juices as if she'd just washed it.
Perfect.
I was going to take her out for an outdoor walk looking exactly like this—filthy and degraded. The sticky discomfort of not being allowed to clean her own squirt off, layered with the humiliation, would only get her more worked up.
Ah… before that, though.
I shoved her head back down into the wet sheets.
"Pwah—!!"
This time I twisted her head a little so the juices smeared across her cheek.
"Stick out your tongue and lick it up."
"Augh…! Y-yes… yess…! Haaah…!"
She stuck out her tongue and started sucking her own juices off the sheets. I lifted her hair just enough to pull her face a fraction clear of the fabric.
"Haaah… haaaph… chuuup…!!"
Hyunji lapped it up on all fours like a bitch in heat. The puddle had shrunk some, but there was still enough left to splash.
No helping it.
I hauled her up by the hair.
"Augh…!"
A short cry, and she was forced upright. Her pussy was still dripping; her face looked like she'd washed it in her own juices—a pathetic, ruined mess.
I dragged her out into the living room by that same fistful of hair.
"Augh…! Nngh…!"
I yanked her roughly into the living room and stood her there for a moment. I checked my phone.
12:17 a.m.
Perfect time to go out—almost no one around.
"Hmm…"
I'd have loved to march her out in that shameless, trashy outfit as-is… but even at the edge of dawn, plenty of people in the villa complex would still be awake.
I went back into the room and opened the wardrobe.
"Let's see…"
I looked for a coat.
"…Guess this is what it's for."
I muttered it to myself. Hanging inside was a beige trench coat I'd bought sometime last year, back when I was trying to care about how I dressed.
And now I was finally using it—for this.
Ironic as hell.
I brought the trench coat out and handed it to Hyunji.
"Put it on."
"Yes…!"
She took it and shrugged it on over the bikini that barely covered her tits and pussy.
"…"
Once she had it on, she glanced at me like she was embarrassed, then dropped her gaze.
I looked her over carefully. Most of the juices I'd smeared on her face had dried, but the hair stuck to her cheek was still a little damp. The beige trench coat covered every scrap of exposed skin. My eyes dropped lower.
From just above the knee down, her bare calves and legs were completely bare. In the coat she looked almost like she was only wearing a dress.
Honestly… it was a pretty perverted look. Old-school trench-coat flasher vibes.
Not that it mattered. I planned to strip her once we hit the park or some empty stretch of road.
This would do.
Outdoor prep was done. Time to get ready myself.
The night air was cool, so a light T-shirt and shorts would be fine. I stripped and changed right in front of her without a second thought.
"Nngh…!"
Hyunji flinched in sudden panic. Maybe it was humiliating for her—the way I treated her not as a woman but as a flesh toilet, a living onahole, so there was nothing left to be shy about.
Whether she felt that or not, I didn't care.
Once I was dressed, I grabbed the leash clipped to her collar and dragged her toward the front door.
"Come."
"Yes… nngh…!"
She just stumbled after me, limp in my grip.
At the entrance I slipped on my own slippers.
Hmm…
Did we have any spare slippers? Even for an outdoor walk, bare feet would shred her soles. Not that I was worried about her comfort—if she got hurt, I wouldn't be able to train her properly.
I opened the shoe cabinet. Luck: one spare pair of slippers.
I looked down at her feet.
…Size was going to be off. The slippers were a 260; her feet looked closer to 240–245 at best.
Whatever. Close enough.
I tossed the slippers onto the entryway floor.
"Put these on."
"Yes…!"
Hyunji answered with her head down, either embarrassed or tense, and shoved her feet into the oversized slippers. The beige coat covered her body, but the knowledge that she was going outside with nothing but scraps of fabric underneath had her wound tight.
If she was already this nervous, the outdoor walk was going to be delicious.
Click.
"Nngh…!"
I yanked the leash hard and pulled the front door open.
"Nngh… M-Master…"
Hyunji called out in a tight, nervous voice.
"What?"
"W-where are we going…?"
"Wherever I feel like."
"Wh-where is that…?"
"Anywhere."
"Hnn…!"
She kept asking about the destination in that same tense voice. I answered flat and curt.
Outside the villa, the dark early-morning air closed around us. Past midnight, the night had settled in hard. Only the streetlamps along the complex pushed the dark back, washing the road in pale light.
"Nngh…!"
The moment I steered us toward a lamp, Hyunji let out a short sound and hesitated. Dragged along by the leash in my hand, she clearly didn't want to step into the bright pool of light.
She was wearing a coat. There was no real reason anyone should see the trashy outfit underneath—and still she couldn't relax.
Of course she couldn't. Even a 0.00001% chance the coat might shift and flash what she had on was enough to keep her scared and careful.
"Just walk."
"Nnnngh…!!"
I yanked the leash hard anyway, ignoring how tightly wound she stayed.
"Master…!"
"What?"
"C-can I… hide this leash a little…?"
Hyunji asked carefully, almost pleading, to cover the leash.
Hmm…
Thinking about it—two people walking side by side in the dead of night. The woman in a beige trench coat with bare thighs showing and no pants underneath; the man holding a leash clipped to her collar. To a stranger it would look plenty suspicious.
Hyunji could get publicly ruined for all I cared. I just didn't feel like advertising it.
"True. A pervert like you could get completely humiliated and it'd be fine."
"Nngh…!"
"I just don't feel like broadcasting that I'm tied up with a freak like you."
I stepped in close, leash handle still in hand.
"Ugh…! H-here…?!"
She panicked the second I closed the distance. I grabbed the hem of her trench coat.
"Hiiit…!!"
Hyunji freaked out and clamped both hands over mine, trying to stop me from lifting it.
"…Let go."
I dropped my voice as low and flat as it would go.
"I… I can't…!"
"I said let go."
"W-we're right… in front of the villa…!"
She wasn't wrong. We'd only just stepped past the front gate. Behind her was the villa entrance, and on either side the first-floor verandas. Lights were on in both units, but the curtains were drawn—no one was watching yet.
"Curtains are closed. Let go."
"Nngh…! What if someone…!"
What if someone suddenly pulled a curtain open? That was clearly what she was trying to say.
Thud!
"Huuugh!!!"
I drove a hard punch into her lower belly through the coat. The impact felt a little muted—the sound of meat being hit softened by fabric into something closer to a rustle of cloth.
"You talking back again?"
"Haaugh…! I… I'm sorry…!"
"Then let go."
"Hhk… yess…!"
The hands gripping mine slowly released. The second they did, I flipped the coat hem up hard.
"Hiiit…!!"
Pale thigh flesh and the soft Y of her crotch flashed into view. Most of her skin was bare; her pussy was half a breath from fully exposed.
I fed the leash up under the flipped hem and hid it inside. The cold metal of the chain settled against her chest and stomach.
"Hnn…!"
The instant the chill of the steel touched her, she flinched and let out a short moan.
I took hold of the leash again from inside the coat.
"Follow me."
"Hnn… hnnngh… y-yes… yess…!"
The cold metal kept brushing her skin; she couldn't stop the little sounds. I tightened the leash further and deliberately walked her straight under the bright streetlamp, pulling the line taut.