The Video Arrives
Park Eun-ji had told him to find the owner of that dick pic with just one photo. …So it was obvious she was trying to track me down. But why? Was she really planning to beat the shit out of me once she found the guy? “Haaah…” Maybe not. If she was dead set on destroying me, she wouldn’t be sending me nudes of herself like this. “…It could happen.” She might actually want to get fucked by the cock in that photo. My delusions were spiraling out of control. I kept imagining Park Eun-ji desperately wanting me to rail her, and my thoughts kept circling back to that filthy fantasy.
The constant nagging and pressure made the corner of my mouth twitch upward. I still checked the video I’d just recorded, just in case. Watching my own masturbation footage over and over was exhausting, but the thought of Park Eun-ji seeing me like this made my heart race.
“…It’s fine.” My mouth was shut tight, so a few heavy breaths and grunts slipped in, but it wasn’t too bad. I double-checked there were no traces that could identify me. “Hoo…” Was I always this perverted? Sending photos or videos never made me feel this excited, but now my heart was pounding like it might burst.
Park Eun-ji’s message sounded genuinely impatient. I grinned without realizing it, picturing her surprised face when she watched the video I was sending. “Haaah…” I wondered what she’d say—whether she’d comment on my cock or admit she wanted it inside her. Just like before.
Her excited reaction made me puff my chest out a little. Imagining her getting turned on by my jerk-off video and touching herself made my already spent cock twitch and start hardening again despite three back-to-back orgasms. “Huu…” Lying comfortably on the bed, I grabbed my slowly stiffening shaft and gave it a few lazy strokes. “…Park Eun-ji, that fucking bitch…” I pictured her crying, begging, face flushed red with arousal, desperately pleading for me to fuck her just once. “Haa… you fucking bitch, ha, huu… you’re dead, shit…” The only sound in the room was the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of skin on skin. Soon the air was thick with the heavy scent of sex.
The video was filled with nothing but flesh, just like the photo. The difference was how dynamic the movement was.
- Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! -
In the video, the guy’s hand moved frantically. The cock he was gripping was still massive, and his hand moved so fast it left afterimages. - Haa, ha, hngh, hup! “Ah…” Rough breathing came through the phone. It was clearly the guy’s breathing. I pressed my face closer to the screen. - Hup, haa, hng… kkuh… It sounded like he was trying to hold back moans. The wet, obscene sounds from his hand made it hard to hear clearly. “Huu…” Lewd, explicit noises filled my room. I was glad no one else was home. I brought the phone even closer to my ear. - Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! - My eyes flicked to the screen. Thick veins stood out on the massive, twitching cock as the guy frantically stroked it, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. - Haa, ha! Hup! Kkuh, huuung! “…Disgusting bastard.” Still, something about the voice felt familiar. But everyone probably sounded similar during sex, so obsessing over it would only stress me out. This pervert who was jerking off to my photo and sending me this video—what kind of smug face was he making right now? Was he still doing it? No… he was definitely laughing while stroking himself exactly like in the video. “Haa, you bastard… Seriously, once I find you… huu, then I’ll really…” I was going to pay him back double, triple, quadruple for the humiliation, the contempt, and the pathetic threats. “…Ah, it’s so fucking hot…” Heat was radiating from my body, and with summer in full swing it was only natural. Ding— Ding— Ding— Ding— I turned the air conditioner down as low as it would go. Thud— “Haa…” All I knew about this guy was what his cock looked like. …Even if I didn’t know for sure, not every guy had one like that… Still, if I kept looking, I’d find him eventually. That was my slightly optimistic thought. “…Are you even looking for him…” There was no way she’d found him already. But I couldn’t help feeling petty. “Shit… this is taking forever…” The video was a full five minutes long. Even after two minutes, he was still stroking at the same relentless pace. “……How long is he gonna keep going, damn it…” I had to watch the whole thing from start to finish in case there was any clue. With that single-minded focus, I stared at the video again. - Huu, hup! Hngh!! His breathing had sped up dramatically. It sounded like he was about to pass out, but his hand never slowed—in fact, it seemed to move even faster. - Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! - “…Does that actually feel good…” I didn’t have one, so I had no idea what it felt like, but I was still curious. “Haa, shit… Seriously… how did I end up like this…” I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “…I’m the crazy bitch here.” It was too late to blame anyone else. Whatever had happened, cleaning it up was my responsibility. “…Ah, why… why is it still so hot…” Was it the irritation? The heat in my body refused to cool down even with the AC blasting. The room was cold enough to make me shiver, yet the warmth wrapped around me kept burning hotter. “Haa, hoo… haaah…” I lay still in a comfortable position. The bedsheets against my back were warm from my own body heat. “……This is annoying.” Nothing was more irritating in summer than being this hot. The unrelieved heat made it feel like all the moisture was being sucked out of me. My throat was dry and I was getting thirsty. “Hoo…” I sat up. I’d been planning to get some water, but my whole body felt sluggish. It was like I was coming down with a cold. “Haa, shit… This is ridiculous…” They say even dogs don’t catch summer colds, but between the emotional stress and the heat, I felt strangely chilled despite everything. I couldn’t turn the AC off, so I set it back to the previous temperature. “Ha, haa… hoo…” Whether it was because I felt sick or not, my steps were unsteady. Even when I tried to walk normally, my body wouldn’t cooperate. Thud— Thud— Thud— Creak— “…It’s hot as hell out here too.” The moment I opened my door, hot air from the living room hit me. It was so unpleasant that I just wanted to grab some water and hurry back to my room. “Huuu…” Every step made my lower stomach throb. It felt like I’d eaten something bad—now it was easier to list the places that didn’t hurt. “Haa, ha… hoo…” It was all that bastard’s fault. If it weren’t for him, none of this would’ve happened. “……Seriously, once I catch him…” My head was pounding and now my stomach was churning too. “…Gulp, gulp, gulp… haaah…” The cold water slid down my throat. The relief was brief. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Ding-dong— “…Nobody should be coming over…” Could it be Choi Ji-young? I was already dying from the heat and discomfort—if she showed up and started spouting nonsense, I was ready to snap at her. “…That fucking bitch. Seriously, why the hell does she always say such stupid shit.” Just thinking about her asking who the guy in the photo was made my head spin. But if I told her everything, it would make me look pathetic. “Anyway, you’re dead first, you bastard.” Thud— Thud— Thud— I stomped across the floor on purpose, hoping my anger would reach whoever was outside. Clack— “Hey, you fucking bitch! I told you I’m not—ah…” I took two steps back. She was taller than me, yet she always looked intimidated, even when glancing at me sideways. Then she made that dumb, blank expression of hers. Finding it ridiculous, I spoke first. “……What the hell do you want.” “Ah, um… I had something to ask.” She’d never come over on her own before unless I called her. “Text me or call me then.” “…You didn’t answer your phone.” Neither of them had ever visited me first, but showing up at my door was still more surprising. “Ah, whatever. So, did you find the owner of that photo from earlier?” “Ah…… I was actually here because of that…” “Then come in. It’s fucking hot outside.” “Ah, uh, okay!” I’d called her over to clean sometimes, so letting her in wasn’t a big deal. The front door clicked shut again. “……Ah, but… um, what’s that sound…” “What?” “No, just now… I heard some kind of noise…” She pointed straight at my room. “Ah, ah, ah shit…” Heat rushed to my face again. I hurried toward my room. “Haa, seriously… this is so fucked…” The wet, obscene sounds of a man and his heavy breathing were spilling out of my room. Just knowing she could hear it made me feel like shit. I quickly lowered the volume on the still-playing video and muttered an excuse toward the idiot now standing in my doorway. “Hey! Shit… don’t misunderstand.” “…M-Misunderstand what… misunderstand…?” Being mistaken for the kind of girl who watches this stuff in her room was humiliating. But then again, what did it matter? It wasn’t like this idiot could do anything with the information. “…Now that I think about it, it doesn’t really matter.” “Uh, huh?” “Hey, whatever. Just watch this too.” “…C-Can I come in…?” “Do you want to watch from out there, you idiot? Get over here.” “Uh, okay…” She still had that blank look on her face and kept avoiding eye contact. “Hurry up.” Her steps quickened. “It’s similar to that photo from before. Please, find this bastard for me.” The video started playing again. Inside, the guy was still frantically stroking his cock.