Punch Your Friend in the Gut
Humans were truly fickle creatures. They forgot the things they were grateful for in an instant, yet the memories that pissed them off could linger for a lifetime. That was why, childish as it might seem, the stupid expressions on their faces filled me with pure satisfaction. It was a bit too grand to call revenge, but I'd already crossed the line far beyond a simple prank.
“Haa… you annoying bitches.”
“Ah, hng… haa…”
“……”
But Park Eun-ji had crossed that line a long time ago. And Choi Ji-young was clinging right beside her, so instead of guilt, I felt nothing but exhilaration at my own actions.
“Ah, these fucking bitches. They really don’t get it.”
“Uh, ah… aa…”
Before I handed the phone to the flustered Park Eun-ji, I started recording the video myself. A soft notification chime rang out. After confirming the recording had begun, I forced the phone into her hand.
“Hey… Do, Do-hyun. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault… so, can we, can we stop now…?”
Choi Ji-young, still between my legs, whimpered in a terrified voice.
“Why the hell are you apologizing to me?”
“…Sorry, I’m really sorry…”
Her body was trembling. Whether she actually knew what she’d done wrong or not… probably not. She was just bowing her head, desperate to escape the situation.
“Eun-ji, you filming this properly?”
“……”
I looked at Park Eun-ji, who was still standing there like an idiot in the same spot as before. The phone in her hand was pointed at the floor.
“Film it right. Unless you want to die.”
“……”
Her eyes trembled at my words. With shaking hands, she slowly raised the phone and aimed it at me and Choi Ji-young.
“U-uh, Eun-ji! Are you, are you really filming? This is a joke, right? You’re just messing with me, yeah?”
“……”
Choi Ji-young flinched as the camera turned toward her. But I pulled her into my arms and kept moving my hands.
“Hng, haah… hng, hngh…!”
I’d already been turned on just from seeing their bare skin. The alcohol rushed straight to my head, making it burn. That heat spread through my body too, and in an instant, warmth flooded down to my crotch.
“Ah, no… don’t… Do, Do-hyun. Let’s just talk, okay? If we talk, ah, ahng!”
I grabbed Choi Ji-young’s breast and squeezed. The soft flesh spilled between my fingers.
“I’m sorry! I, I really messed up!”
“Nah~ What did you do wrong, Ji-young?”
I wrapped my arm around her waist as she tried to pull back. Her ass kept twitching on my thigh. Rub, rub, rub.
“Ah, ahng… ha, haa… ugh, mmph!”
Compared to Park Eun-ji, Choi Ji-young’s body was smaller. I started running my hands all over her. She had a slender frame, and if I was being generous, it was long and slim like a model’s—completely different from Park Eun-ji or Park Ah-young.
“Oh, this part’s already hard?”
Something stiff brushed against my palm as I kept kneading her chest.
“Hngh!”
Choi Ji-young flinched and hunched her shoulders, but her shirt was still pushed up under her chin.
“You getting turned on?”
“…No, no, no…! It’s not like that, it’s not… I, hng, hngh…!”
Of course her nipples had gotten hard from the stimulation. But the fact that it happened while she was in my arms must’ve been unbearably humiliating for her. Especially with the phone camera rolling right in front of us. And the one holding it was Park Eun-ji, who was also lifting her own shirt to show me her tits. In a situation like this, Choi Ji-young had no way out. Born to be a pushover, she couldn’t possibly resist me when even Park Eun-ji couldn’t.
It was childish and stupid. But that was just how simple the world was for these empty-headed bitches who’d spent their school days playing at being delinquents.
“Ugh, mmph! Mmph, haa… haah, hng…!”
I shoved my thumb into Choi Ji-young’s mouth as she squirmed. Like giving a pacifier to a crying baby, I made her suck on my finger.
“Mmm! Mmph! Ummph!”
She tried to resist the intrusion, poking her tongue out to push me away, but the licking only felt like she was caressing me. Eventually she gave up and even bit my thumb lightly before panicking and opening her mouth wide again.
“I, I didn’t do it on purpose… really, really… it was an accident…”
Her voice was muffled. Her tongue moved again, licking my hand.
“Was it really an accident?”
“U-uh… yeah, it really was an accident…”
I scraped my finger along the soft flesh inside her mouth. Her cheeks and tongue twitched, desperately trying to avoid my touch.
“Mmm… hee, hng… hngh, mmph, umph… puhaa…”
Her breathing grew faster as I explored her mouth. Her eyes looked clearer now, like the alcohol had worn off, yet her face was still flushed red.
“Ah~ smells like cigarettes.”
“S-sorry… I messed up! I’m sorry, really, really sorry…”
Choi Ji-young’s expression kept changing. Disbelief, then shock when she realized it wasn’t a joke, and now pure despair as she glanced at me instead of Park Eun-ji.
“Eun-ji~ We’re filming this well, right?”
“……U-uh, yeah.”
“Haa, ha… I’m sorry. Lick, lick, Do-hyun, I’m sorry… slurp, suck.”
The moment I called Park Eun-ji’s name, the previously passive Choi Ji-young suddenly started licking my finger eagerly.
“Ha, hngh… hngh, lick, suck… suck, suck…”
“Make sure we can see Ji-young’s face clearly, got it?”
“……”
At my words, Park Eun-ji raised the camera a little higher. Choi Ji-young naturally turned her head to the side as if she were just caressing me, trying to avoid the lens.
“Come on~ We won’t get a good shot like that.”
“U-ugh! Haah, hng, hngh! D-don’t touch me there!”
She pulled her finger out of Choi Ji-young’s mouth and spun her halfway around in my arms.
“Kyaa, kyaaah…!!”
I made her lean back against my chest, lifted both her legs onto my thighs, and spread them naturally. Then I turned her face toward the camera in Park Eun-ji’s hands.
“Eun-ji~ Come closer.”
“……”
“Do, Do-hyun! I’ll do it! I’ll really do whatever you say! So please, not my face! Please!”
Choi Ji-young’s resistance grew stronger, but escaping my hold wasn’t that easy.
“Park Eun-ji, get over here. If you waste time, I’m uploading everything online.”
Park Eun-ji, who’d been reluctantly following my orders, clearly cared more about her own safety than friendship. Thud, thud, thud. Those heavy footsteps sounded almost light to me as she approached.
“Eun-jii! Park Eun-ji! Are you, are you really gonna do this!?”
“…Sorry.”
“I-if you’re sorry, then at least hide my face!!”
They say a cornered rat will bite the cat. So this mouse-sized Choi Ji-young finally raised her voice at Park Eun-ji.
“Sorry… I’m sorry.”
“Ah, fuck! Fuuuck!!”
Choi Ji-young had been obedient until now, but keeping her composure while being filmed was impossible.
“Kim Do-hyun! Stop it! I said stop!”
She’d been begging and flattering me nonstop, but now her temper had flipped.
“Shut your mouth or I’ll tear your pussy apart.”
“E-eek! You bastard! Don’t touch me! I said don’t touch!”
It was a late rebellion. The camera was already capturing my hand groping between her legs, rubbing her pussy.
“Haa… fucking bitch. Now I really want to fuck you.”
“Let go! Let go of me! Let go! Let go, you fuck!”
“What, you want me to fuck you live on camera?”
“Ha, haa… hng, hngh!”
Even though we were in a secluded spot, it wasn’t completely empty of people.
“You were enjoying it until a second ago. Just keep your mouth shut and offer up your pussy. Is that so hard?”
“…You, I’m seriously gonna report you! If you touch me again, you fucking bastard!”
Once she started struggling, there was no stopping her. Or maybe she still thought I was an easy target.
“Eun-ji.”
“……”
“Let go! Eun-ji, put that thing away already!”
Park Eun-ji bit her lower lip. I called her again to make sure.
“You deaf, bitch?”
“…I’m listening.”
“Then can you give your friend one gut punch?”
“……What?”
“Wh-what did you just say!?”
“You’re good at it. Give her one nice, clean punch, yeah?”
“Are you, are you insane?! Why would Eun-ji hit me!”
Choi Ji-young still didn’t understand her friend. Even if that friend might get fucked by me, punching someone on my command was nothing compared to that.
“…Why should I.”
“Th-that’s right! Why would she!”
Whether it was pride or just defiance, Park Eun-ji was still resisting. I really wished she’d just do it already, so I repeated myself, already tired of talking.
“I swear, I’m uploading everything.”
“Haaa……”
Park Eun-ji let out a deep sigh. Her face was full of irritation as she clenched her fist tightly.
“U-uh, Eun-ji… what’s wrong with you. Eun-ji! You, you!”
The anger that should’ve been directed at me turned toward Choi Ji-young instead. And then she drove her clenched fist straight into her stomach.
Thud!
“Kyaaaah!!”
“Hngh!”
For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I almost threw up everything I’d eaten. The impact was so stupidly strong that even I felt it from behind.
“Hngh, you fucking bitch… you, did that… on purpose, didn’t you? Haa, you piece of shit… haaa…”
“Hic! Hng… hngh!”
Choi Ji-young was doubled over, sobbing pitifully after taking that heavy punch head-on.
“……I did what you told me. Why, fuck… should I hit her again?”
“Enough… just film it properly, haa… already.”
At least the loud, screaming Choi Ji-young had gone quiet. Though the way she was crying so miserably almost made her look pitiful.