Write Your Reflection
"Haaah. Satisfied, so satisfied."
"Nngh… ah…"
I walked out through the door, leaning on my senior for support. The other seniors were gathered outside, chatting among themselves.
"Who's next?"
"Didn't you use her a little too rough?"
"She's no fun if she's all worn out."
"Come on. She's a Warrior of Light. She can take this much, right?"
"Khhhooohk…♥!"
The senior supporting me dropped her hand, shoved her fingers into my pussy, and curled them. My back snapped straight. My thighs clamped tight.
D-don't support me like thaaat…♥
"See? She's standing up just fine."
"Nngh… ghhk…♥"
I glared at her with resentful eyes, but then—
"Oh? What's with that look?"
"Ah… kyaah…♥ I-I'm sorry… I was wrooong…!"
The moment her fingers wriggled mercilessly inside my pussy, I dropped my gaze and let out a cute little voice.
"You should've done that from the start. So, who's next?"
"Me."
At that languid voice, I lifted my head. Someone peeled away from the group and walked toward me. And it was none other than…
"Hey there, our little pussy."
"Hiek…"
It was the senior who'd been watching me all day long with those mischievous, predatory eyes. Was this how a frog felt, caught in a child's hands? My shoulders trembled on their own, and my feet refused to move, as if they'd taken root in the floor.
But my circumstances meant nothing to these seniors.
"Hey. Get going."
"Khhut…♥!"
The fingers still inside my pussy roughly scraped the vaginal wall toward my ass, shoving me forward. My feet moved on their own, and I found myself standing right in front of the languid-looking senior.
"Hi there."
"……Y-yes…"
"Hmm? Our little pussy doesn't look happy to see me."
"N-no, that's not it. I just, a little…"
I averted my eyes and fidgeted with my fingers. This senior was especially tall—about half a head taller than me. Standing this close, the height difference felt even more pronounced, and my body shrank in on itself.
"Hmm. Well, that's fine. You'll feel better once we play a little more and you reflect on what you've done."
"……?"
"Whatever. Follow me."
I didn't quite understand how reflecting and playing could belong on the same level, but I followed her anyway.
"I'm taking the empty room."
"Ah! I was gonna use that."
"Hurry it up. We've gotta clock out."
"I'll play with her a bit and send her back."
The way they talked about me like I was an object sent a chill crawling down my spine. Whether I felt that way or not, the senior glanced at me with those languid eyes, then smiled softly and took me by the wrist.
"Here. Over there. That's where we're going."
Where she pointed, there was a door I hadn't seen during work hours. She turned the knob and we went inside…
"A-a bed?"
"Yeah. Weird, right?"
There, in the middle of a spacious office, a large bed sat completely out of place—like a concept motel built around an "office" theme. As that jarring mismatch started to scramble my thoughts, the senior perched herself on an empty desk and spoke.
"What did you play at with the bob-cut senior?"
"Well…"
Caught off guard, I fidgeted, then answered honestly. Of course, I left out all the disgraceful things I'd done, so my answer was pretty much just the positions.
Wait. That's plenty humiliating on its own.
Once I'd finished talking, I realized that even that much was already more than enough to be ashamed of, and my face burned. As I awkwardly scratched my cheek, the senior hummed through her nose and tilted her head.
"What? Are you kidding me? So you didn't reflect at all?"
"Huh…?"
The atmosphere flipped in an instant, and I swallowed hard. My toes fidgeted. Strength gathered in my fingertips. When someone who hadn't been like this until now suddenly got serious, it was twice as terrifying.
"Haaah. This is why I should've gone first."
"I-I'm sorry."
"No, no. I'll just teach you from here on."
She said that, then hopped down and patted the desktop she'd just been sitting on.
"Get up."
"Yes…?"
"I said get up. Why are you making me say it twice?"
"Ah, y-yes, yes ma'am!"
The way her brow snapped into a frown was so scary that I hurriedly climbed onto the desk, watching her face.
Why here, when there's a bed right there…?
Is she going to spank the soles of my feet…?
My questions lasted only a moment before the senior pulled a ballpoint pen from her pocket.
Come to think of it…
Even during work hours, she'd been pulling out that pen now and then, wearing a sly little smile. What was she planning to do with it…?
"Alright. Move those."
"Uh…"
She tapped my knees, making me spread my legs. My face flushed crimson at my wide-open crotch. After a moment, the senior laid a sheet of paper between my legs and held out the pen.
"Stick it in."
"……?"
"What are you staring at? I said stick it in."
I looked back and forth between the pen in my hand and the senior. Stick it… in…? When I just stared blankly, she let out a deep sigh and spoke.
"Stick the pen in your pussy. You've got a reflection letter to write, don't you?"
"……W-w-wha…"
The shocking words left me repeating the same syllable like an idiot, unable to form a real word. She snapped at me.
"Hey! Are you messing with me? Are you even planning to reflect!?"
"Hiiik…!"
That angry voice sent a wave of fear over me so intense I thought my heart might stop. I didn't dare meet her eyes, dropping my gaze. The green ballpoint pen in my hand came into view.
"Think carefully. If you don't listen to me right now, I'll make you do it in front of everyone."
"Ah, ah…"
Frozen, unable to do anything, I looked up at her at those shocking words. Her eyes told me she wasn't bluffing. She looked at me, sighed, then opened her mouth as if delivering a final ultimatum.
"This isn't working."
"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five."
I listened to the countdown shrinking, looking back and forth between the senior and the pen.
"Four. Three. Two. One."
In that extreme situation, as my mind started to scatter—
Ding—!
"Ah, aah…"
Before I knew it, my body was already moving.
"Spread your legs more. Why are your arms coming down?"
"Nngh… ghhk…"
I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I don't know how long I've been like this, or why I have to be like this. I just tried as hard as I could not to think. The moment I fully registered what I was doing, I felt like I'd bite my own tongue off.
While I was fighting with myself, the senior looking down at me from right in front grabbed my chin and forced my head up.
"Haaah. Hey. Shin Ha-eun."
"………Yeees…"
I answered, tears streaming down my face. Because I was so wretched, so pathetic. Because crying was the only thing I could still do.
The senior looked at my face, almost smiled for a second, then quickly fixed her expression and scolded me.
"What's this? Hmm?"
She reached down with her free hand and roughly snatched up the paper I'd been writing on.
"Khhhk…!"
The pen, still touching the paper, jerked roughly this way and that, and the shock traveled straight through my pussy. As I went pale at that horrible sensation, she shoved the snatched paper in my face and tore into me.
"What is this? Who's supposed to read this chicken scratch? And—ha! Look at this. Are you enjoying this situation that much? Hmm?"
She shook the paper side to side. Sticky fluid dripped down onto my face in droplets. A single drop landed in my mouth. The moment I tasted that sweet, cooling flavor, I couldn't hold my emotions in and broke into sobbing wails.
"Khh… khhhk…"
"Don't cry. You were dripping love juice like you were having the time of your life, and now you're all heartbroken? Hmm? Did you come here to play?"
"I-I'm sor…ryyy… I'm sooorryyy…"
My vision went blurry. I couldn't see a thing. I wanted to deny it. I wanted to say that wasn't true, somehow. But if I said anything more and got yelled at again, I felt like my mind would collapse. I shook my head and shook it and shook it again, begging her to stop.
When I wiped my tears and looked ahead, I could see the senior covering her mouth, holding back a laugh.
"Ah. This is actually hilarious. Hey, get up now."
"Khhk…"
She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me off the desk like she was pulling something free, then dragged me toward the bed.
"Spread your legs."
"Khh… mmp…"
I couldn't think anything anymore. I just followed her orders. I lay on the bed and spread my legs, and she settled between them as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Tap. Tap. She rapped my pussy with a black dildo, and my whole body jolted.
"Ugh. You're this wet. I was trying to punish you, but I might've given you a reward instead."
"S-stooop… stooop…"
Overwhelmed by crushing shame, I covered my face with both arms and shook my head side to side.
"Pffhahaha! Aah. This is actually hilarious."
She laughed even louder, then fitted the tip of the dildo against my hole.
"Hey, if you want this over with, say something."
"………P-put it… in, pleaseee…"
"You'd like me to put it in?"
I didn't even have the strength to answer, so I just nodded.
"No manners at all."
She said it in a voice dripping with mockery, and then—
Schluuurp—♥
"Khhik… nngh…!"
She shoved the cock into me in a single stroke.