Pissing in Bom's Asshole ♥♥ [*Filth Warning*]

“Fuck, oh, that's good. Haa…”

The grip of her inner walls, clamping down tight along my entire shaft, was intense.

I'd smeared her juices all the way up deep inside, but the nature of an asshole meant it dried out fast, going coarse and raw in no time.

Worried her insides might tear from the friction roughening up, I tensed my hips and urgently pushed the urge up through my shaft.

“Nnnh, ah, it hurts. Mnn…”

“Don't worry. Uncle will make it nice and wet for you real quick. Haa…”

And with that, I pissed. Little spurts, little spurts.

I squeezed and released, and I could feel my cock twitching, shooting jets of urine into her.

In the piss I'd sprayed, a damp warmth spread through the depths of her asshole.

“Nn, is—is it not bleeding? Nnh…”

“Nope. Not at all. It'll feel fine soon enough.”

“Nnnh, okay. Haa…”

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

With every stroke of my cock, her asshole loosened bit by bit, and from the gaps, yellow streams leaked out with a wet, filthy sound.

Thanks to that, my cock, slick inside her loosening hole, began to pick up speed.

“Haang, ah, haang, nngh!”

“How's that? Feels good, right? Oh, ha…”

“Yes. Nnnh. Ahh.”

Not wanting her pussy to feel neglected, I slid my hand down lower and worked her clit with my fingers.

When I rubbed her swollen, thickening clit with an upright thumb, both her holes puckered and fluttered with pleasure at once.

And with that, the sensation of her inner walls kneading my buried cock grew even more ferocious.

“Your hole's sucking me in like a black hole. Haa… still hurting?”

“Nn, I don't know, anymore. Mnn, it kind of feels… numb. Haa.”

“Good.”

Her asshole, so quick to go dry, clung tightly to my shaft now.

Every time my cock pulled back, her puckered entrance dragged up along it, jutting out sharp and pink.

I kept stroking in and out of her, pissing as I went.

“Nn, it's warm, isn't it?”

“Yes. Nn, did you—you came…? I think it's okay now. Nnnh.”

“That's just precum…”

The piss I'd sprayed, thicker now than before, dribbled out from the gaps.

The yellow liquid running from her small hole split apart, streaming down over her ass and thighs.

And then I.

Began pumping my cock into her a little faster.

“Ah! Nnnh! Aahng, ahng!”

“Nn, haa, nh.”

Splish, thwack, splish, thwack.

With her ass and my hips soaked through, the sloppy, wet sound of our bodies colliding rang out.

Feeling the droplets spraying off her, I kept fucking her deep enough that my cock hair ground against her asshole.

Her bouncing ass rippled in waves, and her nipples, stiff enough to nearly graze the floor, swung and swayed.

“Nn, I'm almost there. Mnn…”

“Hah! Nnnh! Fa—faster. Nnngh!”

The sensation of climax arrived soon after.

The early release that came with her crushing grip—I let it burst out just as it was.

Rope after rope of cum surged hot over the cock driving back and forth through her.

I kept ejaculating for a little while, then pulled out.

The piss and semen pooled inside her came trickling out of her asshole—now stretched to the exact width of my shaft—in a long, thin stream.

“It's stretched out nice and proper. Wow. Stay just like that.”

“Nn, okay. Haa…”

I pressed my index and middle fingers together and pushed them into her.

Then I scraped out the cum that hadn't made it out on its own.

Her inner walls, warmed by the friction, twitched sensitively every time my fingers touched them—until, before long, they clamped down around me as if to say don't pull out.

“Nn, I—I'm going to… need a diaper after this, aren't I…? Haa…”

Before long, she let her hips drop and turned her head, catching her breath.

She must ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have cried somewhere along the way; the tears running down her cheeks dripped down, one after another.

“I'll pay it back right away. I just have to clear the debt and rest at home for a few days, right? Isn't that all it is?”

“Oh—right. You're right.”

“That's it. Uncle had a really good time today.”

“Haa… Me too. If you were happy, Uncle… then I'm happy too.”

“What's this. Now you're talking all sweet. Cute.”

With that, I carefully gathered her collapsed body into my arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Then I began washing her down with all the care I had.

The moment I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠finished wiping down her pussy—drenched with all that fluid—and her asshole, flooded with the piss I'd let out inside her, she rose as if she'd been waiting and started washing me in return.

Under her hands, the mess caked all over my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock came away, wiped clean.

“You were so dried out I had to piss all over your butthole just to do it. You okay with that?”

“Hey, you're lying… No way, really?”

I threw it out there half as a probe, curious whether she might actually know the truth.

For a moment she laughed as if to say don't joke about that—then her smile vanished completely, her face turning serious, searching mine for whether it was real.

I shook my head right away.

“Of course I'm lying.”

And I stretched my mouth into a huge, mischievous grin, like a prank that had gone exactly as planned.

Only then did the smile come back to her lips too.

“I knew it.”

“Yeah. Let's get out of here.”

And I made up my mind—never to bring up the truth again.

She must have fallen asleep, meaning only to rest for a moment.

What day is it today? Oh. Monday.

She'd definitely fallen asleep leaning against my chest.

Given the time Bom should have left for work, it would already be past noon. I immediately checked the time on my phone.

Huh? Is she washing up?

That's just how human instinct works.

Somehow, a bad feeling always hits the mark.

I looked straight toward the bathroom, and soon found a note sitting on the nightstand.

What the hell.

Bitch.

She ran…?

I hurriedly checked my bag.

Empty. Completely empty.

Empty the way my own bank account used to be.

Still, some tiny shred of conscience must have remained—she'd at least left the bag behind.

And then, a conversation from the past flashed back to me.

So that's why she asked.

She was planning to bolt too.

Dogs, the both of them. Not a shred of gratitude.

This went beyond forgiveness.

Do they have any idea how hard I worked to steal that money?

That was the bag holding my entire fortune, brought ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out to load into the safe at my hideout.

A cool hundred million won, give or take.

One way or another, I had to catch that woman.

I headed straight for the loan shark's office.

“She's here.”

At the loan office, once I stopped time, I dug Bom's loan paperwork out of the ledgers.

Easy. So easy. All I have to think about now is how to handle her.

Once I had her address, I walked straight out and hailed a taxi.

“Should be around here…”

And so I arrived, after a long ride, at a strip of one-room rentals.

Famous for its dirt-cheap rent, it was also the neighborhood where I'd lived with Dad as a kid—so it felt fairly familiar.

Before long, I spotted the building with the address written in the ledger.

“So this is where you've been living. No wonder my officetel looked good to you. Pfft.”

A stuffy reek of mold drifted out from the entrance itself.

Keeping my head ducked so it wouldn't graze the cobwebs strung along the walls, I climbed the stairs.

Soon, I saw it—Unit 301, just as the address said.

Alright. First, the money.

With the Time Stop App open on my phone, ready to tap at any moment, I rang the bell.

Before long, a man's voice came through.

“Who is it?”

“Gas inspection.”

“Oh, sure. One sec.”

Easy.

And yet something felt off.

What if she's not home?

Her dad's dead, right? And if her mom's gone too, then…?

She wouldn't have a home, would she?

Then who the hell is this guy…?

While my head was spinning with the thought—

Beep-beep-beep.

With the electronic chime of the door lock, the door slid open.

I watched it open, and hit [ACTIVATE] immediately.

Naturally, the door in mid-swing simply stopped.

I grabbed the door and pulled it wide open.

“Well, well. So it was you, you son of a bitch.”

The man holding the doorknob, face coming into view—it was none other than Lee Hanseong.

Writing the address of a place where she was shacking up with this bastard into the loan contract.

Bitch.

No, wait.

This worked out even better.

A wide grin crept across my face before I knew it.

I'd been regretting having ever forgiven him in the first place, after all.

If our paths ever happened to cross, I'd planned to pay back the humiliation of being beaten down with an ashtray.

Right.

Whatever. The money's just money—I can steal it again.

In an instant, my target shifted from Bom to him.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

Then, pulling on the work gloves I'd brought, I started ransacking the room.

“Oh. There it is.”

Thin, but there—a few bundles of cash, tucked away and hidden.

I packed them straight into the bag I'd prepared, then swept the room with my eyes.

A comforter gone yellow with age, wallpaper furred with mold in patches.

Window tracks caked in dust, and cockroach traps stashed in every corner.

So this is the kind of place you kept Bom in.

All for the sake of a little studying.

She'd already betrayed me, but the anger rising in me was impossible to hold back.

I dragged him over and sat him in a chair, then lifted his hand up onto the desk.

“If you weren't such a blockhead, I could have died. You piece of shit. You get that?”

Then I picked up a tablet—a jarring sight against that shabby old desk.

“Huh?”

Just as I was about to bring my finger hammering down on the bottom edge of the tablet—

I saw it: a little Post-it note stuck to the back cover, written in small, pretty handwriting.

Wow, Bomie has pretty handwriting too… no, wait.

You took a tablet from a girlfriend who was working herself to death?

Crazy bastard. This guy.

The rage boiled up in a rush, and I slammed the tablet down even harder.

Thud.

With the sound, the tablet bounced up against my finger.

“Study hard with that finger of yours, why don't you.”

Thud, thud!

I brought it down twice more like that, then set the tablet down.

And then.

“You're still stopped, right.”

I stripped him bare.

I checked the remaining time.

Still plenty of room.

I hoisted him up onto my back at once and headed outside.

“Ah, for fuck's sake. Why am I the only one sweating again.”

As mentioned, I know this area well.

The place I sprinted to was in front of a famous restaurant by the road.

It was already just past one in the afternoon, but the place lived up to its reputation—a long line still stretched out in front of it.

I set Hanseong down right in the middle of it.

Checking the clock, I quickly ducked around the side of the building.

After sprinting at full power for the first time in a while, my body slid into collapse.

Crouched in the corner of the building like that, I watched time begin to flow again.

And then, immediately—

“Wha—! Ah! M-my, my finger! Aagh! My clothes!”

“KYAAAH!”

“Eek!”

“What the hell is wrong with this guy?!”

Hanseong, clutching his broken finger.

And the shouts of the people around him began to rise.

And I reported him to the police, drinking in the sight to its fullest.