An Unbelievable Sight
"Come in."
Sohee swallowed hard.
The moment she stepped into the luxurious hotel room, the man she had seen yesterday was already waiting for her, seated on the bed. His expression was the picture of ease. Tension knotted through Sohee as she crossed the threshold on unsteady legs.
W-wow… the inside is even more incredible.
The space that opened up before her was larger than her own home, immaculately kept in a way that even an ordinary girl like Sohee could tell this was a genuinely expensive hotel. The unfamiliar surroundings only made her more nervous, but she steadied herself with the thought that she was doing this for Dohee, and planted herself squarely in front of Heetae.
She's ridiculously tense.
Of course Heetae could see plain as day that Sohee was trembling with nerves — but he pretended not to notice and opened his mouth.
"You heard it from Dohee, right? That I didn't force myself on her… that this is what Dohee wants."
"That's a lie!! Senior Dohee would never—! You must have forced her into saying that too…!!"
"Is that so? …Hmm. Then I'll show you. Dohee's true self."
"What?"
"Come out."
Sohee still clung to the belief that everything Dohee had told her had been under the man's coercion; even with the truth sitting right in front of her, she refused to accept it. But the loaded words from his mouth made her falter. He spoke toward the adjoining room as if calling someone, and the door slowly opened — and Dohee appeared.
"S-Senior Dohee!"
Trapped in a room with a strange man she didn't know had left Sohee wound tight; Dohee's entrance was like rain after a drought, melting the tension right out of her.
"Sohee…"
But that was only Sohee's delusion. The person standing before her was unmistakably Dohee — and yet she felt like a stranger. The Dohee Sohee knew was always cool and composed, a woman who carried herself with confidence. The Dohee in front of her now was blushing like a shy little girl, unable even to meet her eyes properly.
And the most shocking part was her outfit. She was wearing a track uniform — completely out of place in a hotel room.
"Senior, why are you dressed like that right now?"
There was also some unreadable, sensual air rolling off Dohee that made her feel even more alien. Without meaning to, Sohee took a step back.
"Sohee… Opp— Master was telling the truth. All of it."
"M-Master?! Senior, what are you even saying right now?!"
The word Master falling from Dohee's lips was more than enough to throw Sohee into chaos. She had been so certain Dohee was being blackmailed that the sight and the confession knocked the strength clean out of her legs. She sank to the floor where she stood.
"Then from here on, I'll show you the real Dohee… But first, I'll give you a choice. Walk out of here right now and live like you never saw any of this… or become an accomplice and come over to our side."
So far, the plan seems to be working.
Watching Sohee's reaction, Heetae nodded to himself in quiet relief.
From what Dohee had told him, Sohee was pure — or, less charitably, a bit of an idiot. That was exactly why she hadn't believed Dohee even when she told the truth straight out, so they had decided to drag her all the way over to their side instead.
If she walks out now, she can still force herself to ignore it and live a normal life. But looking at her like this… she might have the same kind of talent Dohee does.
On Sohee's face, frozen in shock on the floor, he could catch a faint echo of the way Dohee had looked the first time she watched him train their mother. Any ordinary person would simply leave and pretend none of it had happened. But this girl was still here, staking her entire life on it — even if she claimed it was for Dohee's sake. That wasn't just loyalty. It was the desire buried deep inside her, slowly crawling its way to the surface.
Somehow I keep ending up surrounded by more and more women like this.
His mother's secretary, Seohee's friends — the number of women with these rare, filthy tendencies seemed to keep growing around him. He decided it wasn't worth overthinking and focused on the situation in front of him.
"Dohee. Show her."
"Yeees🤍"
They had already coordinated everything beforehand. With trembling hands, Dohee reached for her top.
Riiip.
"!!!!"
She gripped the fabric around her nipples and tore. It came away in a perfect heart shape, exposing her breasts and her inverted nipples in one lewd reveal.
Sohee's mouth fell open in shock, but no words came out — just her lips working uselessly.
"S-Sohee, watch carefully. This is the real me🤍"
The same track uniform she had seen every day at practice had been transformed into something built purely to seduce a man. Sohee stared at Dohee with her eyes blown wide, too stunned even to speak.
"Don't hold back, you little cat in heat. Show her everything~"
"Yeees🤍 Master🤍"
Up until a moment ago Dohee had still been shy and hesitant, shame and humiliation holding her back. Now she might as well have been a different person. A filthy smile curved her lips as she obeyed the order, her hands moving straight to her exposed nipples.
Rub, rub, rub—
"Hngh🤍 Haaahh🤍"
Right in front of Sohee, she boldly fondled her own breasts, teasing those inverted nipples. It didn't take long before the shy little buds that had been hiding away stood up stiff and proud, as if they'd never been inverted at all.
"This is your first time seeing them this close, isn't it? Dohee's nipples."
"Aahhnghh…"
He asked Sohee, but she was still too deep in shock to form words — just some unintelligible noise spilling from her mouth.
"Show her better. She needs to understand what a vulgar little bitch you are."
"Nnh🤍 Yeees🤍"
Dohee obeyed, stepping in close to Sohee and bending forward until her breasts were right in the younger girl's face.
"H-here… these are my nipples🤍 Every time we changed, they were always inverted, so you never saw them like this, right?🤍 Haaahhnnn🤍 The truth is, they get this filthy when they're out… haaahhng🤍🤍"
Dohee introduced her own nipples while pinching and rubbing them, drowning in the sensation. She was doing this in front of her close junior and still couldn't hold back the excitement — slick was already dripping steadily from her cunt.
She really is a total masochist bitch.
That was Heetae's honest assessment of Dohee. No matter how normal she pretended to be day to day, the slightest stimulation turned her body into a cat in heat on the spot. Even now, flaunting this filthy, shameless self in front of her own junior, she was gushing and moaning — and wanting even more. She was already swinging her ass toward him in open invitation.
"I-I'm gonna cum from just my nipples… oooohh🤍🤍🤍"
Sploosh—
"Eh? Eh?! Eeeeh?!!"
Right in front of her junior's eyes, Dohee was swept under by extreme pleasure from nothing but playing with her own nipples. She couldn't hold it. She climaxed hard, squirting as she came.
"S-Senior Dohee…"
"Heeeehh🤍🤍 I-I came… I came right in front of Sohee…🤍🤍"
What Sohee was feeling had to be pure shock. The senior she respected was dressed like a whore, calling a man Master, masturbating her own nipples to orgasm and wearing an expression so vulgar it could never have existed on the Dohee she thought she knew.
It should have been a nightmare. Heetae saw it a little differently.
This feels exactly like when I first started training Dohee.
Back then, Dohee had told herself she was only enduring the training for their mother's sake — that it was being forced on her. The truth was she had been a filthy woman from the start, seized by desires she didn't even understand, wanting to be broken in all along.
Looking at Sohee now felt exactly like looking at that version of Dohee.
"There. You saw it, right? This is the real Dohee."
"Hnnnnhh🤍🤍 Master…🤍🤍"
Heetae walked over to the two of them, grabbed a fistful of Dohee's hair, and forced her head up. The rough, completely uncaring gesture made Sohee flinch — but the look of pure bliss on Dohee's face left her unable to do anything except stare.
"Mmmpph🤍 Suck…slurp… mmmpphh🤍🤍"
As the filthy kiss between man and woman dragged on, Sohee watched them, swallowing without realizing it, her attention locked completely on the two of them.
"Pwahh🤍 Haaang🤍"
"Still can't believe Dohee's nothing but a filthy masochist bitch in heat, huh~"
"S-Senior Dohee is… you…"
Even after everything she had just witnessed, Sohee still couldn't fully accept it. The disbelief was still in her voice.
"Then I guess we'll have to show you properly. The real Dohee."
Riiip.
"Aangh🤍"
He set his hand on the crotch of Dohee's track pants and yanked. Same as the top, the fabric tore away in a heart-shaped hole — and Dohee's soaked pussy was put on full display.
"She can see it…🤍 My junior can see my pussy all sticky with my own juices…🤍🤍"
It wasn't just her chest anymore. The thought of showing her junior a pussy still dripping from orgasm flooded Dohee with shame so sharp it only excited her further, and she got even wetter.
"You won't believe it if I force her. Dohee — you show her yourself. Show her exactly what you are."
"Yeees🤍 Master🤍"
Heetae stretched out comfortably on the bed. Dohee settled between his legs, turned her head toward her junior, and spoke.
"Sohee, watch carefully🤍 This is the real me🤍"
Without a second of hesitation, she stripped his pants down, freed his hard cock, and took it straight into her mouth.