Proving Her Purity
Receiving a body photo from Park Eun-ji. It wasn’t just for my own perverted satisfaction—it was the bare minimum proof of trust. That was why the breast photo and the obscenely lewd voice file now in my hands felt less like an attack and more like a solid shield I could use to keep her in check.
The more shields, the better. Even if she ever found out it was me, she wouldn’t be able to just punch me in the face.
I intended to push her as far as possible, to see exactly how much she would play along. How much of her “I want you to fuck me” talk was real. Since I still couldn’t picture anything except getting beaten up by her in the future, I had to stack my cards however I could.
Until she actually showed me her pussy, I couldn’t be sure of anything. But since her nipples had already been pink, I couldn’t help wondering if her little hole would be the same soft, pale color.
I roughly explained what “galbo” meant for the Park Eun-ji who didn’t even know the word.
Just bantering with her like this made me happy. And because it was Park Eun-ji on the other end, there was no way I wouldn’t enjoy it.
Not many people would dare say that kind of thing to Park Eun-ji’s face. But rumors spread behind her back—whispers she couldn’t control—would definitely get under even her thick skin.
“Oh…” Park Eun-ji was actually cooperating. Or maybe she had finally made up her mind—only she knew. Either way, it didn’t feel like my pathetic threat had worked. Instead, it seemed like she just wanted to meet me in person.
“Ah…”
The photo arrived. The familiar bedsheets came into view first, making it clear this was happening right now.
Pink panties. They looked damp, like they’d been soaked in water. It was obvious the wetness was pussy juice.
When I sent back the earlier photo she’d given me, she got annoyed. I zoomed in on the new picture and stared.
“…Gulp.”
I narrowed my eyes and drilled holes into the screen. Even though the photo was a little blurry and taken from a distance, the pale skin of her thighs was flawless. Between those firm thighs, a cute little bear print on the panties finally caught my eye.
“…Ha!”
She didn’t even seem embarrassed about wearing childish underwear, nor did the fact that they were soaked through with pussy juice seem to bother her at all.
I was already staring intently. I focused on the skin showing through the fabric, but unfortunately nothing more was visible.
“Hoo…”
Simple-minded. That was the easiest way to describe Park Eun-ji. I’d thought she was just a bear-like person, but I never expected her to show this foxy side and play tug-of-war with me like this.
It was a perfectly reasonable request. But exchanging numbers… that was something that absolutely could not happen.
That was also perfectly reasonable. Yet this crazy bitch still seemed full of thoughts about tormenting me. Sending photos like this almost felt like madness. Still, I couldn’t let her find out it was me. With so few cards in my hand, there was zero reason to reveal my identity.
After that, there were no more replies. Wondering if her mom really had come home, I pressed my ear to the wall to listen for sounds from next door.
“……Gulp.”
There was no sound, yet I could almost hear a woman’s moan. Along with the wet, squelching friction, it felt like a lewd, feminine scent was drifting into my nose.
“Haaah…”
My cock was standing tall. Clear precum beaded at the tip as it twitched alone.
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“……”
My head felt blank. My hands, my body, my mind—they weren’t listening to me.
“Haa…”
My pajama pants were stripped off and strewn across the floor. All that remained below was a single pair of panties.
“…Crazy…”
Those panties were damp, like they’d been soaked in water. No, they were actually wet—practically drenched.
“…Is this for real…?”
Ever since I grabbed that guy’s dick earlier, something had felt off. My lower stomach had been throbbing, and for a second I wondered if my period had come early. It seemed a little soon. The thought that something else might have leaked out made the hair on my body stand on end. But the situation between my legs was different from what I’d expected. When I pulled my pants down, there was no bright red blood—only a slick, slippery feeling.
In a panic, I’d even taken a photo. It was a relief I hadn’t been able to pull the panties down. …But the guy’s lukewarm reaction wasn’t what I’d hoped for.
“Hoo…”
His face from earlier floated up in my mind. That slack-jawed, dazed expression had made my heart pound with excitement. His reaction had been so entertaining that I’d expected the same this time… but the underwhelming response left me oddly irritated.
…If it were that guy, what kind of face would he make looking at my panties right now? Staring at these soaked panties… I wondered if he’d get rock hard again.