Fetch Your Panties
“Haha… Fuck, this is really ridiculous….” Park Eun-ji spat out a hollow laugh mixed with self-mockery. She stiffened her neck and held her head high as if she still couldn’t believe this was real.
“Can’t do it? If you really can’t, I’ll just go around telling everyone you’re a filthy fucking cumrag.”
“N-no… you fucking bastard! Haa, shit… Can’t you stop with that goddamn blackmail already?”
“If you don’t like it, you should’ve just done what I told you from the start.”
“I-I did! But you keep making me do even more disgusting shit… What the hell am I supposed to do, fuck!!”
“What do you mean ‘what’? You just do whatever nasty thing I tell you to, nice and quiet.”
“Haa, haaa… You crazy bastard…”
Park Eun-ji could never keep up that defiant attitude for long. No matter how hard she tried to hold her head up, things always ended up going exactly the way I wanted.
“Hurry up. Go get your panties and bring them back in your mouth.”
“……”
Our little power struggle finally reached its end. Park Eun-ji began crawling across the floor on all fours.
“Haa, ha… haaa…”
She moved slowly, much slower than walking, heading toward her panties.
“What are you doing? Hurry the fuck up.”
“…Tch.”
“Put them in your mouth right now, you fucking bitch.”
“…You… You’ll regret this later…”
Her threats no longer had any effect on me. Park Eun-ji’s words couldn’t scare me anymore.
“…Ugh, uu…”
Her long hair and small face pressed against the floor. Eventually she did exactly what I wanted—bit down on her own panties, soaked in the juices she’d spilled earlier.
“Huu, hu… huu, haaa…”
Her expression twisted in disgust. She looked like she wanted to spit them out immediately, yet she kept glancing up at me while obediently holding them in her mouth, waiting for my next command.
I reached out and gently stroked her head. Park Eun-ji’s face twisted even more.
“…Don’t touch me, you fucking bastard…”
Her voice was full of genuine hatred, but she didn’t dare swing her hand. That alone was progress. Still, her venomous glare remained unchanged—she looked ready to burn me alive with her eyes alone.
“Hey. Lower your eyes. Don’t even think about getting cocky.”
“……”
Tap. Tap. My fingers poked her cheeks repeatedly, testing her patience and savoring the feeling of returning everything she’d once done to me. The thrill made my balls tingle.
“Haa… What am I supposed to do with you?”
Her face was full of resentment. The fact that someone like Park Eun-ji could look so wronged struck me as pure comedy.
“What, gonna start crying again?”
“W-who’s crying, ah…”
With a soft plop, the panties fell from her mouth and landed on the floor, lying there pathetically.
“……”
“W-what the fuck are you staring at!”
“……”
“If you glare at me like that, what… what are you gonna do?!”
The weak always raised their voices. Lacking any real leverage, they had no other choice. Now that I held all the power, her attitude just seemed pathetic. I could barely remember why I used to be so afraid of her.
“Ah, fuck… you bastard… you fucking piece of shit…”
She hurled curses at me while I simply looked down at her in silence.
“…You… fuck… If you keep this up, you’re gonna regret it later…”
Park Eun-ji was now crawling on all fours like a dog, wearing nothing but her top. I quietly admired the sight from above.
“Haa… How the hell did I end up like this… under some loser like you…”
She whined. I didn’t mind the sound. Finally, she lowered her head. Her long hair spilled onto the floor again. She pounded the ground with her fists a few times, then slowly reached for the panties once more.
“…What the fuck… Just stop staring and say something already…”
The girl who used to be nothing but pride was now holding her own cum-soaked panties in her mouth.
“…You know, you’re actually pretty cute when you do what you’re told.”
“S-shut up!! Y-you crazy bastard!!”
The panties dropped again with another plop. Park Eun-ji glanced at me nervously before obediently picking them up with her mouth once more. The first time was always the hardest. After that, repeating it became effortless.
“…And my sister’s still waiting outside… If we keep this up, what if she calls someone…”
It was a reasonable concern. But she seemed to have forgotten what I’d said earlier about how delicious her sister tasted.
“So what if she comes in? Is that a problem?”
I took the panties she was holding in her mouth.
“…Ah, that’s… You already… did whatever you wanted, so why are you still…”
“Ah. That’s right.”
“…That’s right?”
I’d told her to do whatever was comfortable. I’d meant it, too.
“Got a complaint?”
“…Not really. My knees are starting to hurt a little… and my sister’s probably worried…”
Park Eun-ji had finally given up the fight. Or rather, she’d stopped trying to resist altogether.
“Yeah?”
“Y-yeah…”
She naturally sank to her knees. Her gaze dropped downward while I looked down at her from above. This scene was becoming familiar—maybe it already had.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“…Where… are you going?”
“Huu…”
She sounded calm, but the tension in her body had clearly eased. I’d thought I was fine, but the constant power struggle had worn me out a little too. I dropped onto the sofa and leaned back deeply.
Tap. Tap.
I patted my thigh and gestured for her to come over.
“…Why?”
“You really need to ask?”
“Ah, no… Is it… not over yet…?”
“We’ll have sex later—”
“W-who the hell said I’d have sex with a bastard like you?!”
Her once-submissive eyes suddenly flared wide with anger.
“Y-you… you only say the most disgusting things!!”
She even started pointing at me, but I ignored her and kept tapping my thigh.
Tap. Tap.
“I’m not some damn dog… You can’t just tell me to come and go whenever you feel like it…!”
She said that even though she’d been crawling on all fours like a dog just moments ago and had eagerly fetched the panties I threw.
“We’re running out of time.”
“…Ah, shit…”
Checkout was at 1 p.m., if I remembered right.
“If my sister wasn’t here… haa, ha… haaa…”
Park Eun-ji stood up unsteadily. The spot where she’d been kneeling glistened with something that had dripped down.
“T-that’s not what I meant, fuck!!”
“…I didn’t say anything.”
“Shut up!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
She slammed the floor in frustration before hesitantly climbing onto my lap, settling her ass right on my thighs.
“…I don’t remember telling you to face me.”
“A-ah, ah! T-that’s!! Of course it is! You fucking bastard!!”
“It’s fine. Just stay still.”
I pulled the squirming girl into my arms. Since we were similar in height, I had to look up a little now that she was sitting on me.
“Pull your clothes up.”
“…I-I don’t want to.”
“Do it.”
“…You really do whatever the hell you want…”
By now, nothing surprised me anymore. She fumbled with the hem of her top and slowly lifted it.
“Hmm…”
“P-pervert.”
Her bra looked uncomfortable, straining to contain her breasts. I reached behind her back and started searching for the clasp.
“…Why won’t this come off?”
I tried to recall the trick I’d seen online, but real life wasn’t that simple.
“……Idiot. You can’t even do that?”
She looked down at me with a pitiful expression.
Smack!
“Kyaa, kyaaah…♥!”
“So how do you take it off?”
“Y-you idiot… It’s… it’s in the front… You unhook it from the front…”
After getting spanked, she whispered the answer.
“Ah, this?”
“Y-yeah… That.”
The bra came undone with a soft snap. Her huge breasts spilled out as if they’d been waiting to escape.
“…They’re fucking huge.”
It was an honest observation. And I knew they weren’t just big—they were incredibly sensitive too.
“…S-so what! You like my chest that much!?”
She asked with a hint of pride, puffing up a little.
“Yeah, I fucking love them.”
“…Hah! Well… I guess a loser like you wouldn’t get to touch someone like me often, huh…♥!”
Words were no longer necessary.
“Suck, suck… slurp, lick.”
“Haa, haaah. Hngh, huu…!”
I rolled her small nipple inside my mouth. Every time I flicked it with my tongue, her arms tightened around my neck.
“I-it tickles! It tickles!!”
Her skin smelled sweet and warm. I gently bit down on her now-hardened nipple.
“Aah, aaang…♥!!”
She let out a seductive moan. More and more marks from me were appearing on her pale body.