Even If You Don't Know Where You Sat, You Know Where You Rose

Thump-thump♥

The moment I read the first line, my heart started hammering wildly.

Snacks…

I picked up the envelope that had been sitting under the paper. A quick peek showed it was stuffed thick with fifty-thousand-won bills. Rough count put it well over three million won.

I set the envelope back down and noticed something weird drawn all over my body.

What the hell? What kind of graffiti is this?

Twitch-twitch♥

The memory of writhing in pure pleasure came flooding back. Them saying they were going to write on my body. Me even giving them permission because it felt good.

I rubbed at the marker with my hand. Of course it showed no sign of coming off.

Having perverted shit like this scrawled across my skin… it felt exactly like I’d been raped and thoroughly used. Ah. I really had been raped, hadn’t I?

My head was still foggy. The idea that getting raped was something that could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠actually happen in real life. And their chests, their voices… they’d all been so pretty.

Twitch♥

Leaving my twitching body behind, I finished reading the rest of the letter. The handwriting changed several times—clearly written by different people. Every single script was distinctive and pretty.

Throb♥

Before I knew it my cock was standing stiff and twitching. A filthy scent vibrated right under my nose.

Sniff-sniff—

My body really was soaked in the Mamas’ smell. Ah.

I read the lines on the paper over and over. If I wanted to do it again, just make another ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠reservation. That was not something the people who drugged and raped me had any right to say. It was so shameless it left me speechless.

Gulp—

And yet I was hesitating. Agonizing over it. Reporting them probably wasn’t even an option. I was pretty sure they’d recorded everything. Even if I had clear evidence, would I have reported them? I… honestly didn’t know.

The offer that we could do it again next week sent a strange impulse and anticipation rising inside me. Next week too.

Something ticklish and secretive stirred in my chest. I glanced around for no reason and spotted my phone. Grabbing it, I found a pile of unchecked messages waiting—starting with Master, then Cocoa Writer, Chun Yeonho, and more.

Han Ahyoung’s messages especially stood out. I’d said I wanted to join the company dinner and then just vanished. Sure, I’d had my reasons, but the rudeness was still huge.

I frantically started typing a reply, then deleted it. I had no idea what to say. “I got raped” felt a little… I just didn’t want to talk about it.

In the end I never answered and instead dug through my pants pocket. I pulled out a pair of white latex gloves and slipped them on.

Clean Clap.

One clap in this state and the whole area would be spotlessly cleaned—starting with the pure-white sheets soaked in love juices and cum, all the way to the filthy skin covered in dirty graffiti.

A used condom lay off to the side. Some of them had gone bareback; others had worn condoms. Because of the Sparkling Cock, even with a condom on the stimulation had been as intense as raw. Every single pussy had molded itself perfectly around my cock and gotten completely addicted.

Just remembering the sensation of being inside them made my heart skip and stutter. Staring at those obscenely used condoms, I clapped once.

Whoosh—

A clear, refreshing current swept down from above. I blinked in the mysterious, gentle breeze, and by the time my eyes opened again every foreign substance was gone. The room that had been sticky with bodily fluids and thick with heavy smells was instantly clean. Even the thoroughly soiled white sheets sparkled like new.

I looked down. The graffiti carved into my groin and the center of my stomach had vanished completely. Not just the writing—my whole body felt as fresh as if I’d just stepped out of a shower.

Recalling the letter, I muttered under my breath.

“They tell me to keep it secret… and then do this.”

What was I supposed to do if they wrote on me with permanent marker and left? The thought made me freeze. Didn’t that sound exactly like a baby whining?

Thump-thump♥

I finished changing and was about to leave the room when I finally wondered what day it was. Surely only a day or so had passed. Thankfully it looked like just one day had gone by. In other words, I’d been fucked for an entire day…

Among the Mamas… there had been production staff too. They’d even fed me the vitamins I’d given them. Just who the hell had—

A string of messages from Han Ahyoung. I yelped and hurriedly sent an apology.

I’d parked in the hotel lot and had already been on the phone for nearly ten minutes. Ten minutes since parking, but the total call time had already passed an hour. I’d been talking the whole way while driving to Master’s hotel.

Han Ahyoung’s cold voice came through the speaker.

“….”

We were on the sixth loop of the exact same conversation. I couldn’t think of a decent excuse, so I’d told her everything except the rape part—that I’d gotten blackout drunk, collapsed, and just woken up.

Click—

She hung up before I could even finish speaking. Was she mad? I’d begged to come to the dinner and then disappeared alone—of course she’d be pissed.

I fretted for a moment, then got out of the car. Right now Master wasn’t answering my calls. More precisely, I’d sent a text, she’d read it, and was ignoring me. Was Master angry too?

I’d promised to come back as early as possible… Still, I couldn’t really picture Master getting angry. Even if she scolded me a little, she’d quickly start petting me and holding me. Master was so gentle, after all.

Just thinking about burying my face in Master’s arms and breathing her in made my legs speed up on their own. I reached the quiet room door and tapped the keycard.

Beep-beep.

The luxurious door lock chimed and the door opened. Master’s clean sneakers were right there. I slipped off my shoes and craned my neck.

Unlike usual, there was zero sign of life, so I called out.

“Master… I’m home…”

No answer. Normally Master always came to greet me and hug me the moment I arrived.

I stepped into the living room. Master was sitting there with the TV on, reading an old script. Her legs, sheathed in black stockings, were crossed. Those superior legs swayed slowly back and forth.

I stared at her fidgeting toes until the world started spinning. Then my body lurched, and before I knew it I was down on all fours.

“Hah…”

After that I stayed on all fours and skillfully stripped out of my clothes. Completely naked, I crawled over to Master’s feet on hands and knees.

Sniff-sniff♥

I pressed my nose against the elegant top of her foot and spoke.

“M-Master…♡ I’m home…”

The deep, sour scent of her feet filled my nasal cavity. My cock sprang up in pure reflex, twitching hard. I was lost in the bliss of Master’s foot smell when a sense of wrongness finally cut through.

I forced focus into my unfocused eyes and looked up. Master wasn’t even glancing at me—she was staring only at the script.

I nuzzled my cheek against her calf, acting cute.

“Master… I’m home… Master’s puppy is home…”

“….”

“I’m sorry I’m late… Something came up… I missed you so much I ran straight here…”

Master’s body shifted with a soft rustle. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs the other way, still staring only at the script. Completely ignoring me.

My body went rigid. I rubbed my cheek against her leg even harder.

Whoosh.

Master turned her head to the opposite side, away from me. When I scooted over and pressed my cheek there instead, she turned her head the other way again.

The shock made me hiccup without meaning to. I wrapped both arms tightly around Master’s legs and mumbled.

“Master… I was bad…”

I clung to her exactly like a baby puppy babbling and nuzzling.

“Haa… C-cute…♥”

At Master’s voice I lifted my head in a daze. She looked flustered, one hand covering her mouth. The tips of her ears were bright red. Our eyes met for a few seconds before she whipped her gaze away.

“Master…”

Thud—

My mouth was sealed shut. Master planted her foot on my face and spoke.

“Not a single word. Ignoring Master’s messages too.”

“I-I’m sorry… I drank way too much… and passed out…”

“….”

“I won’t do it again… There’s only Master…”

Press. Press♥

“Hah…♡”

Master’s foot thoroughly crushed my face. The scent grew even richer, and the feelings of submission and defeat sank deeper. Spurt. Something shot out of my cock and dribbled down.

“Can you live without being stepped on by Master’s feet?”

“I can’t… I have to be stepped on by Master’s feet… Being stepped on by Master’s feet is the only way I’m happy…”

Master looked down at me steadily. Through the gaps between her toes, through the nylon, I could faintly see her pretty face. Those eyes that had been a little sharp twitched. The corner of her mouth seemed to twitch too, somehow.

Whoosh.

Master turned her head the other way; her brown bob swayed.

“Master couldn’t sleep either without Cookie. I worried all day.”

“I was wrong… I won’t do it again…”

“You won’t do it again?”

“Yeees…”

Master pressed a toe against my nostril. She spread her toes wide, exposing the filthiest-smelling spot.

“Ah…♡”

Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥

“Master’s been wearing these since yesterday without taking them off once. They’re completely full of sweat.”

She lightly lifted the stockings that reached all the way up her thighs and let them snap back.

Slap!

The elastic sound of fabric hitting skin, and a thick wave of sweat scent billowed out. Even from a little distance the humid smell hit instantly.

“Sniff-sniff…♡”

“As punishment for being bad, while you sleep with Master, keep your nose buried in these stockings.”

Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥

“Got it?”

“Yeheh♡”

“Let’s go to bed. Come sleep with Master right away.”

“Heeek…”

“Breathe in Master’s sweat smell and get happy♥ Begin tribute of the heart♥”

“B-begin…♡”

Twitch-twitch-twitch♥

I followed Master on all fours like a dog, carefully so my twitching cock wouldn’t explode. For some reason Master’s eyes looked even more affectionate than usual.