Dohee's First Outdoor Sex
"W-when are you coming back!!"
Even after roughly three minutes had passed with no sign of me, Dohee's anxiety started to climb. She kept glancing around, resenting her Oppa for not showing up. Leaving her out here looking like this felt cruel and terrifying.
As a track athlete, she was used to fairly revealing uniforms, so high-exposure outfits weren't exactly new to her. But while what she had on now was technically more covered, the overall picture screamed heat-struck bitch in heat to anyone who might glance her way—and that was what made her so afraid of being seen.
Why won't it stop dripping!!!
Dohee screamed the thought inside her head as the slick trailing helplessly from her pussy burned her up with shame. Her mind was wound tight with tension, yet her body was flushed with arousal, her sex twitching open and leaking steadily down her thighs.
This is all Oppa's fault!!!
She'd always had a strong sex drive, but exhibitionism had never been one of her kinks. After the hotel, though—showing another woman her filthy side, fucking in plain view against that glass wall (she'd learned later it was one-way, invisible from outside)—her body had started answering exposure on its own. Every time they did something like that, her flesh learned the equation: exposure equals sex. Now it was heating up all by itself, begging to be taken.
But this was exactly the wrong moment for her body to catch fire. If Oppa had been beside her it might have been different; without him, the danger was real. No matter how empty the hour and the place looked, you could never swear no one would come.
If someone saw her like this, they'd mark her as an exhibitionist freak on the spot—and if that someone had worse ideas, she could actually get raped. Waiting somewhere without light at least would have hidden her stiff nipples and the wet shining between her legs. Instead he'd deliberately left her under a bright lamp, where there would be nowhere to hide if anyone looked.
"P-please hurry, Oppa....."
She wanted nothing more than to cover herself right then, dodge every passerby, and run straight home. But she couldn't disobey him. Lately things had gotten hotter and heavier, yet the reason she slept with Oppa and submitted to his training was to protect her mother. Refusing him meant putting Mom in danger. That was a line she would never cross.
And though Dohee refused to admit it even to herself, her body had nearly finished learning obedience. The part of her that wanted to refuse his orders was already refusing itself.
Rustle.
"Hiiiieeek!!!!"
About five minutes into the wait, something stirred in the nearby brush. Panicked, Dohee clapped her hands over the nipples standing out through her tank top and scrambled out from under the streetlamp into the dark.
"Nyaaaang."
"Haa, haa, haa, haa."
What emerged from the bushes was only a cat. Startled by Dohee's flailing, it bolted.
Her legs gave out the instant she confirmed it wasn't a person. She sank to the ground, and a wave of misery welled up until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.
"I'm back~ Dohee~"
As if he'd been waiting for exactly that moment, Oppa appeared. The person who could erase the fear and dread she'd been drowning in had finally come, and Dohee threw her arms around him, crying openly.
"Hic!! Ugh!!! Sniff! W-why did you take so long!!!"
"Sorry—it was so dark I couldn't find the vending machine~"
I offered the half-baked excuse and held her while she cried, stroking her hair. She kept it cut short and boyish, and at a hundred seventy centimeters she was tall enough that most people read her as a tomboy. But to me she was, without question, a girl—and my precious little sister.
It's been a while since I've seen her cry like this.
When we were kids, her rough temper used to get her into scrapes with the boys, and she'd come running to me in tears afterward. Once she grew up a little, she stopped showing weakness. She tried to look mature, stepping up to carry the weight I couldn't be trusted with.
But Dohee was still a fragile young girl. Barely an adult, still a kid who needed someone to lean on.
"It's okay. Oppa's right here."
"Hic! Sniff! D-don't you ever leave me again!"
"Got it. There, there—no more tears."
"Okay..."
After crying for about three minutes she seemed to settle. She pulled away and wiped her eyes. The whole scene must have been mortifying; she couldn't even meet my gaze, and that only made her look cuter.
"Here. Drink this and calm down."
I handed her the sports drink I'd bought. She drained it in one go, and once the edges of her panic had smoothed out, her usual expression returned.
"Good. Then it's time for your punishment, right?"
"Huh? Wait a second!"
"Nope. A promise is a promise. You broke the order, so you take the punishment."
"But that—that's..."
For disobeying and hiding her body, Dohee's punishment was supposed to be a naked walk. To her right now, that order might as well have been impossible. She was already terrified just being out like this; parading around completely bare could genuinely shatter her. I wasn't actually planning to make her do it yet—but if I wanted her even more obedient, I had to push harder.
"You keep your word, don't you? You agreed to this yourself."
"Please—I'll do anything else, just please....."
Tears welled in her eyes again as she begged. Fresh from the terror of being exposed, the thought of going fully naked was the one thing she desperately wanted to avoid.
"Hmm...... All right. Since you're begging so nicely, we'll do something else."
"Thank you, Oppa."
Relief flooded her face the moment she realized she'd escaped having to strip bare.
"Then we'll do it over there instead."
"Th-there?!"
I pointed past the path into a thicket of trees and undergrowth—a spot invisible from the outside. I'd scouted it ahead of time. Even if someone walked by, they wouldn't notice unless they deliberately pushed their way in.
The fresh fear of exposure left Dohee torn about having sex outdoors.
"Fine. Just—don't leave me again, okay?"
"I won't. Don't worry. Come on."
With no other choice, Dohee slipped through a narrow gap into the brush. Inside was a surprisingly open pocket, big enough for four or five people to lie down, ringed by man-high bushes and trees that completely screened it from anyone on the path.
"All right. Grab that tree and stick your ass out."
"Okay."
Figuring that refusing now would land her back on the naked-walk track, Dohee obeyed without protest. She peeled off her own pants, dropped into a doggy-style stance, and presented her hips.
Shame it's a little dark.
Dohee's skin was already tanned, and under the weak spill of streetlight her body was hard to make out clearly. Still, watching her offer herself this willingly was more than enough to satisfy me.
"Now seduce me. Make me want it."
"How am I supposed to do that!"
Dohee had never once begged me for my cock. Mom would shamelessly roll her hips and plead like a filthy sow without being told—but Dohee's training wasn't finished. Her pride still held strong. Until now I'd always been the one to start things. Tonight would be the first time she had to talk dirty herself.
"Come on. Hurry up."
I traced a slow line over her ass.
"Nnh♡♡"
She flinched under the touch. Whether from nerves or the cool air, a faint sheen of sweat already covered her skin. Outdoor sex took more guts than people realized; her tension made perfect sense.
"Or should we just keep walking naked? I'll carry your clothes for you."
"I-I'll do it—just give me a second—"
The naked-walk threat hit her like a live wire. She went quiet for a beat, then started swaying her hips gently side to side.
"D-Dohee's dirty pussy wants O-Oppa’s dick, please....."
It was barely louder than an ant's footsteps, a whisper you almost had to strain to catch—but even that had taken every scrap of courage she had. I wasn't satisfied yet.
"Tsk. Forget it. Let's just go for that walk~ I'll hold your clothes."
"W-wait!! Please ram Master’s cock into Dohee’s bitch pussy and fuck it raw—please..."
The second I reached for her clothes, panic flooded her. She shook her ass harder, rolling it left and right in a frantic attempt to lure me, the desperation thick in every word. The naked walk clearly terrified her more than death.
"Mm. Better. That's how you do it from now on. Got it?"
"Y-yes, Master."
Something in her finally gave a little. For the first time, Dohee called me Master.
Until now it had always been Oppa. Even that had been progress—before this whole relationship started she barely used the word at all, just blunt casual speech. This was a genuine leap forward.
Still worried about spoiling my mood, she kept swaying her hips. Excitement was starting to catch up with the fear; rough little moans were already slipping out of her.
Schlick!!
"Heee♡♡ O-Oppa’s cockkk♡♡"
The moment I pressed my cock against the soaked entrance of her pussy, a far sweeter moan spilled from her lips. I couldn't see her face clearly in the dark, which was a shame—I was certain it had already gone slack, sliding toward a full ahegao.
Thrust!!
"Hiiigheuuuunnngh!!♡♡♡♡"
I drove all the way in with one stroke and a raw, animal cry tore out of her. Minutes ago she'd been trembling at the thought of being overheard; now she was so lost on my cock she didn't even try to muffle the sound.
Watching her—true to a bitch in heat, moaning the second she got stuffed—I allowed myself a quiet smile and fucked her just like that.