The Stranger's Bold Provocation
The feeling was like a storm had just raged through. Thankfully the typhoon had vanished far into the distance, but the traces it left behind were far from few.
“Ha, haha…” A hollow laugh escaped my lips. Everything that had happened just moments ago still felt like a dream. No, I wished it had been a dream.
“…I must’ve gone fucking crazy.” What the hell did I just do…? How did things spiral this far…? And with that loser bastard of all people…
“…Sniff, sniff.” The room was filled with that unpleasant, utterly disgusting… that fucking smell. No, it wasn’t a smell. It was a revolting stench.
“Ugh, urgh…” The nausea crept up my nose and I gagged involuntarily. Naturally, the scene from earlier flashed through my mind—his expression, his reaction.
“…Acting all high and mighty when you don’t even have a dick… what the fuck is wrong with you…” That thing writhing in my hand. His stupid, blissful grin. And then the thick, white cum that had spurted out. The way his hips had trembled was almost too pathetic to watch. It was downright vulgar how wildly he’d been bucking them like he was in heat.
“Haa… hup, haaa…” I opened the window. Fresh air rushed in, deep into my nostrils, deeper and deeper. I tried to wash my head clean with that crisp air. No, I wanted to. I really did…
“…Sniff, sniff…” But my nose kept chasing that stench. It was disgusting enough to make me retch, yet my nostrils kept flaring anyway.
“Sniff… urgh!” What had slipped through my nose reached my throat, and my head spun from the revulsion.
“Haa… ha, hoo…” It was my hand. Definitely my hand. The same hand that had been stroking that loser’s cock was now emitting that stench that tormented me.
“…That fucking bastard…” He’d almost painted my face with it. If I hadn’t moved away in time, that hot, foul-smelling stuff would’ve splattered all over me again.
“Haa… When am I supposed to clean this up…” Pale, watery cum still stained the floor. That bastard had left it behind after scurrying off the moment I told him to get lost. For a second I regretted not making him clean it before he ran.
“……Well, it’s not like he has a dick anyway…” I was the one who had wiped the stuff off my face with my bare hands. Cleaning up what had only splashed on the floor was nothing.
“Ha! Fuck… he came so damn much…” From the bed all the way across the floor stretched a long, stringy trail of semen. I grabbed a wet wipe and slowly, very slowly, followed the trail while wiping the floor.
“Hng, haaa…” The smell was still revolting. The cum gathered on the wipe created a strange texture—slimy, yet somehow viscous despite being liquid.
“…Gulp.” The unfamiliar sensation made me recoil. I quickly finished wiping and tossed the used wipe into the trash can in the room.
“Haaaa…” I didn’t know when things had gotten so twisted, but one thing was certain—they were thoroughly fucked up.
“……Both of you can go die, fuck…” If I could just find that bastard who blackmailed me, I’d destroy them both together.
The excitement refused to die down. My heart pounded like it was broken, and my rock-hard cock showed no signs of going soft.
“Haa…” The experience earlier had been an enormous stimulus. What I usually did alone couldn’t even compare. It didn’t even feel like real masturbation anymore.
Swish— swish— swish— I stroked my cock with my hand. Even though my skin was hypersensitive, my own touch only brought a fraction of the pleasure from before.
I picked up the phone I had tossed aside and checked the recording. There was some static here and there, but anyone who knew Park Eun-ji would immediately recognize her voice.
“Haa…” Of course my own voice was on there too. Not that it mattered.
Tap— tap— tap— tap— Park Eun-ji’s words from the recording dug into my ears, and the memory of that pleasure tickled my brain.
“Ah, ugh… hng, hauk!” A shiver ran down my spine. Her expression, her gestures, the way her body moved flashed before my eyes. That oddly satisfied smile on her lips as she grabbed my cock and stroked it just like this. The warm breath she’d blown against my lower stomach.
Tap—! Tap—! Tap—!
“Hng, hng… hup!” This wasn’t a fantasy. It was a real event that had happened at Park Eun-ji’s house barely ten minutes ago. And I was getting turned on by it all over again.
Spurt—!! At the same time I felt the cum shooting out. The hot liquid pouring from my urethra made my head spin. Spurt—!! It splattered across the back of my hand and then fell to the floor with heavy sounds.
“Haa, ha… hoo, haaa…” My mouth went dry. Every hair on my body stood on end. The excitement squeezing my chest left me panting.
“Whoa, fuck…” I realized I was completely addicted. I could never go back to how things were before.
“Ah, what do I do… seriously, fuck… haaa…”
People are creatures who want to sit when standing, lie down when sitting, and sleep when lying down. Add to that the atmosphere and situation from earlier—Park Eun-ji’s hesitant attitude, her flustered expression when she didn’t know what to do.
“…If I play this right, ha, I can do it.” The thought that she might have actually enjoyed it swam through my head. It had to be true. Otherwise how could I explain that flushed face, that look in her eyes while she held and stroked my cock? What now? What should I do next…? Should I go back to her place? If I push her again like before on the bed, then what? I could already picture myself getting punched and knocked on my ass.
“…Maybe I should start working out…” It was a realistic plan. No matter how naturally athletic Park Eun-ji was or how many martial arts she’d learned…
“……Still, it probably won’t work.” Using brute force against her was unrealistic. So, dirty and underhanded as it was, I had to fight with my own methods.
She had been acting pretty docile while trying to seduce me, but now she was showing her true colors again without any filter.
That was true. Calling someone you knew when meeting up through random chat just to fuck would be incredibly sketchy.
For a moment I wondered if this was really the same Park Eun-ji I knew. The gap between this version and the one I was familiar with was so huge it left me flustered.
The replies stopped for a few seconds that felt like hours. Then finally a message arrived.
I could almost feel Park Eun-ji’s hesitation through the phone. My own heart started pounding again with anticipation.