Panties Off, You Fucking Bitch
“Take off your panties, you fucking bitch. —Hey, turn it off, you bastard! —Look away, you fucking bastard!! —At least turn off the camera, you asshole!! —Name: Park Eun-ji. Age: twenty. —What, what are you doing!!” —You fucking bastard!! “Haa….”
The latest-model phone delivered crystal-clear footage. Park Eun-ji’s face, her expressions, and every inch of her body played back in sharp detail. The only flaw was the shredded audio; it simply couldn’t capture those thunderous shouts intact.
“…You’re dead, you fucking bitch.”
Still, there was no doubt the naked woman on screen, breasts bouncing wildly, was Park Eun-ji. I clenched my fist, unable to stop the corner of my mouth from twitching upward.
“Now, how am I going to ruin this bitch….”
It was ironclad evidence. The phone in my hand felt sharper than any blade, ready to slit Park Eun-ji’s throat in one clean stroke. With this, I could bend her to my will, repay every humiliation she’d ever dealt me.
“Whoa… this fucking bitch… really….”
I paused the video on her full, heavy breasts and stared. “Hoo….” The memory of how soft they’d felt in my hands was still vivid—something I’d never forget. Then again, I didn’t need to forget it. This video was a free pass. I could grope those tits whenever I wanted, suck on her nipples to my heart’s content, and maybe even bury my cock inside her cunt if things went well.
Park Eun-ji had clearly been enjoying herself. Otherwise her nipples wouldn’t have stiffened like that, her pussy wouldn’t have leaked so much, and she wouldn’t have moaned so sweetly. Her flushed face was drenched in shame, yet she couldn’t hide how honest her body was being about the pleasure. That, too, was captured perfectly.
Now I was certain. My confidence wasn’t baseless anymore; the proof was overflowing. My steps felt light and quick.
Thud— Thud— Thud—
I left the wrecked apartment for later. The thick female scent clinging to every surface wouldn’t vanish with simple ventilation anyway, so I just threw the windows wide open and locked the door behind me. Even if my parents came home early, it probably wouldn’t matter.
“Ah….”
Water droplets on the floor caught my eye—Park Eun-ji’s traces. My heart pounded as I crossed the kitchen and living room. I grabbed wet wipes and scrubbed roughly, then, on impulse, brought my nose close. The scent was faint but unmistakably hers. She’d left a trail all the way to the front door, like Hansel and Gretel.
“Hoo….”
Auntie had gone to work today, which meant Park Eun-ji was alone next door. I wanted to grope her body even more—more and more and more.
Beep-beep— Clunk—
Outside was sweltering, and my body was no different. My cock strained against my pants, aching to burst free.
Ding-dong—
Park Eun-ji wouldn’t open the door politely. Once she realized it was me, she’d either fly into a rage or pretend I didn’t exist. But the Park Eun-ji on my phone—the one moaning with that lewd expression—would never be able to resist opening the door if she saw herself like this.
Ding-dong— I jabbed the bell again, impatient.
“W-wait a second—!!!”
Her voice echoed all the way outside, thick with panic. It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. …Had she actually been waiting for me? Then why had she run away earlier? My doubts only grew.
From inside came her repeated pleas to wait just a moment.
“Ha, haha….”
Maybe she’d finally realized the situation she was in. Or maybe the pleasure we’d shared had become too much to refuse. Either way, it was a bloodless victory. The fierce Park Eun-ji had turned docile, almost as if she’d been tamed. The thought sent a strange thrill through me.
I crossed my arms and stood with my legs apart, letting a cocky posture come naturally. Even I felt I had every right to be arrogant right now.
That Park Eun-ji. The very same Park Eun-ji was now rushing to greet me, and my pants were still—
“Hey! Kim Do-hyun!”
“Uh, ugh!?” My heart lurched; I’d inhaled wrong from the shock.
“Ah, what… why are you so surprised?”
“Uh… th-that, uh, n-noona…? Why is noona here…?”
“…Is it really that shocking that I came home for vacation?”
She was short enough that the top of her head nearly brushed my chin. Her bright-yellow hair gave off a flashy vibe, but it clashed adorably with her gentle, slightly dim-witted face.
“……No, it’s not that….”
“Got some business at our place?”
Noona—Park Ah-young—looked me up and down. I quickly covered my crotch with one hand, shifting awkwardly.
“…Another errand from Eun-ji?”
“Ah, well… yeah….”
“Geez, a guy like you… You didn’t used to be like this.”
She gave me a pitying look—pure sympathy, as if she felt sorry for me.
“…Still, he’s a good kid.”
“Ah, y-yeah… I know.”
Good my ass. Her family had no idea what a fake Park Eun-ji really was, so of course they could say such naïve things.
Ding-dong—
“Why isn’t she opening the door? It’s hot out here.”
Park Ah-young fanned herself; sweat beaded on her forehead.
“Ah! Just wait a little longer!!”
“…You know she’s actually really nice even when she complains like that, right…?”
Park Ah-young glanced up at me with an awkward smile. Whether she knew it was forced or simply saw her little sister through rose-colored glasses, I couldn’t tell.
Thud— Thud— Thud— Thud—
Park Eun-ji was stomping irritably inside, venting her frustration exactly like she had earlier. I glanced sideways. Even Park Ah-young standing next to me… somehow felt connected.
“If you just wait, she’ll open it on her own!!”
Beep-beep— The lock disengaged.
“Can’t you wait for that, uh, uh…!”
The door swung open. Park Eun-ji’s face appeared first, forehead glistening with sweat just like her sister’s.
“…You—why are you… why are you here….”
Her eyes widened like saucers.
“Eun-ji~!!”
Park Ah-young lunged forward and hugged her.
“Ah, unni… why is unni with him…?”
It was a beautiful reunion of sisters. Unlike the beaming Park Ah-young, however, Park Eun-ji looked completely dumbfounded.
“Hehe~ We just ran into each other at the door.”
“Ah, r-really…?”
“I’m dying from the heat. Is the AC on inside?”
“…Yeah.”
Park Eun-ji’s gaze stayed glued to me. Her laser-like glare looked ready to curse me out; she even jerked her chin sideways, silently ordering me to get lost.
“…What are you doing? Come in already. All the cool air’s escaping.”
Park Ah-young dragged her suitcase inside first. Park Eun-ji was pulled along by the hand. I caught the closing door.
Click—
Park Eun-ji’s eyes flew open again. I quietly showed her the phone in my hand.
“…What is that, ah….”
Recognition flashed across her face. Her expression crumpled like paper, then flushed bright red.
“…I’ll go in first.”
“Kim Do-hyun! Close the door quick~”
Whether she was pretending to be gentle in front of her sister or still frozen from the shock of the video, her face remained stiff.
Thud— Thud— Thud—
“…Excuse me.”
“Yes~ Come on in.”
I kicked off my shoes. This was only the second time I’d been here recently, yet the interior already felt familiar. The corner of my mouth twitched.
“I’m way too hot, so I’m gonna shower first. I’ll unpack later, so just leave the bag there.”
She shoved her suitcase beside the sofa and disappeared toward her room with light steps. A moment later she reappeared carrying pajamas and a neatly folded set of underwear, then spoke to us still standing awkwardly in the living room.
“…What are you standing around for? Your legs’ll get tired.”
She held the clothes casually, showing zero caution even though her underwear was right on top. My eyes lingered.
“Ah, Kim Do-hyun, you….”
She narrowed her eyes at my stare, looking cute even while glaring. Still, she made no move to hide the underwear.
“…You’re gonna get scolded by Eun-ji if you keep staring like that.”
She hurried off. The bathroom door clicked shut behind her.
Park Eun-ji immediately spat curses at me the second we were alone.
“…Hey, you fucking….”
“Fucking?”
“Ah, you goddamn bastard….”
I gently shook the phone in my hand. She covered her face with both hands and exhaled roughly, huff— huff—.
“…Hahk!”
“Uh-uh~ That won’t work.”
Her hand shot out toward the phone, but I’d already expected it. A snort escaped me at the predictable reaction.
“And even if you snatch it, it’s useless. I’ve already copied everything.”
“…You fucking bastard, are you actually bragging about that right now…?”
Her expression was complicated—shame, irritation, rage, embarrassment, and panic all tangled together.
“…What if noona sees you doing this?”
“…….”
I showed her the zoomed-in screenshots. Her face was blurry, but she’d recognize her own voluptuous body better than anyone.
“…Auntie probably has no idea her daughter acts like this, right? Hell, a mother who watches her own daughter’s porn—whew.”
Park Eun-ji straightened up, fists clenched as if she might swing at me, but I stayed relaxed.
“If you defy me… and if you so much as lay a finger on me… I’ll spread this all over the neighborhood. Got it?”
“Ha… what did you just say?”
She looked genuinely confused. So I repeated it, nice and clear.
“Take off your panties, you fucking bitch.”