The Woman in My Imagination
Seoyeon didn’t get up at six-thirty; it was eight o’clock by the time she finally stirred.
Her alarm had already gone off several times. Each time, she had merely reached out a sluggish arm to silence the screen. Only after the morning sunlight stretched deep through the crack in the window did she finally push herself upright.
“……I have to wash my hair.”
I thought she would look for her glasses first, but she didn’t. Her eyes still barely open, Seoyeon pulled the duvet right up to her chin. Covering her body seemed to be an involuntary reflex, even when no one was watching. Beneath the blanket, her slender, petite chest was completely lost to sight, leaving only her delicate arms visible as she curled inward to hide herself.
A moment later, the bathroom door clicked shut.
Shhhhh—
The sound of rushing cold water drifted out. Aimlessly, my gaze drifted back toward the bed.
The traces of last night remained untouched. I peeled back the sheets. Right in the center, the fabric had stiffened—a dried, tangled patch of spilled semen and slick secretions. There was no need to stare at it. Looking at it would only drag last night back to the surface, and dwelling on last night would make my head spin uncontrollably this early in the morning. I gathered the sheet into a loose fold and tossed it beside the washing machine.
Breakfast was gimbap—yesterday’s leftovers alongside a single cup of instant ramen. Seoyeon sat across from me, scrolling through meeting materials on her phone as she chewed.
Crunch, crunch.
Strangely, the dry crunch of the pickled radish sounded unnaturally loud. I picked up a piece of gimbap. A fleck of chili paste was stuck to the corner of Seoyeon’s red lips. With an utterly blank expression, she pulled a napkin from the dispenser and wiped her mouth.
In that instant, last night struck my mind with violent clarity. Her voice. Her expression. Even the precise way she had said my name. Those lips whispering, You’re fast. That noncommittal mouth saying, It’s fine inside.
I set my chopsticks down.
“Hey……”
“Yeah?”
“I won’t come over to your place today.”
My heart dropped with a sudden thud. Seoyeon didn’t even look up from her screen.
“I have to sort through these materials. There’s a lot more to do than I thought.”
“……Ah.”
That was all. There wasn’t a shred of resentment, reluctance, or emotional baggage in her words. It was simply a neat, matter-of-fact schedule update. Yet, inexplicably, I felt utterly and brutally rejected. Just hours ago, we had been rubbing our bare skin together in the same bed. Now, in the span of a single morning, she had drawn a rigid boundary, treating me like a stranger once again.
“I’m heading out first,” Seoyeon said, rising from her chair.
“Where to?”
“The library.”
She slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the entryway. I stood up after her. Normally, she would have turned around at least once by now—saying take care, call me later, or perhaps offering a brief, fleeting peck. But not today.
As she slipped on her shoes, our hands nearly brushed. Seoyeon withdrew hers smoothly, without the slightest hesitation, adjusting the strap of her bag.
“I’m going.”
“Yeah.”
Click.
The door shut. That was the end of it.
For a long time, I stood frozen in the entryway. The apartment was chillingly quiet. The lingering smells of last night’s ramen and fried chicken mingled subtly with the faint trace of Seoyeon’s perfume. The duvet had been neatly tucked away. The room was arranged just as tidily as yesterday. Yet the spot where Seoyeon had slept looked conspicuously, painfully vacant.
I sat down on the sofa. My eyes landed on the remote control, resting exactly where Seoyeon had touched it last night—where her fingers had pressed down as she whispered, Let’s turn off the lights. It was an ordinary object, completely trivial, yet I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.
Instead, I reached for my phone and opened KakaoTalk.
The chatroom held only that single, tidy line. I tapped the message field. What are you up to? I typed, then erased it. What about dinner tonight? Erased that, too. Were you okay after yesterday? The moment those words appeared on the screen, my fingers began to tremble violently.
“……I’m losing my mind.”
I deleted every letter and set the phone face-down on the floor. But barely a few seconds passed before I turned the screen back on. I stared at Seoyeon’s expressionless profile picture, opened the chat, closed it again, and repeated the same deranged ritual over and over.
Inside my head, the afterimages of last night began to replay, twisting into something grotesque. The problem was that the memory kept shifting. It started with what had actually happened, but before long, violent and raw scenes born of my own depraved cravings began bleeding into the frame. Words Seoyeon had never spoken. Lewd, venomous expressions she had never worn. Dominant, defiling acts she would never have permitted.
At first, I could tell the difference. But the more I replayed her composed rejection, the more the rising tide of lust blurred the line. Inside my trousers, my cock was already swelling so hard it felt like it would tear through the fabric. Pre-cum soaked through the front of my boxers, leaving a broad, sticky sheen against the cloth. Even knowing I shouldn't touch it, my hand was already plunging beneath the waistband.
The memory of Seoyeon’s tight, suffocating cunt surged back into my mind. The faint gasp she let out when only the tip had pushed inside. The word she murmured: You’re fast. That indifferent control only made my glans engorge with frenzied intensity.
Instead of heading to the bathroom, I crawled onto the bed where Seoyeon had lain. Right on the pillow where her face had rested. Her shampoo and the scent of her skin clung deeply to the fabric. Burying my face in it, I arched my hips and inhaled greedily.
When I shoved my pants down to my knees, my cock—veins bulging as if about to burst—reared grotesquely toward my navel. Two thick, dark veins stood out along the shaft. The foreskin was pulled taut behind the flared head, leaving the flushed, swollen crown completely exposed.
A bead of clear pre-cum trailed down the shaft, drawing a long, glistening thread. I wrapped a rough grip around the shaft. It was far too thick for Seoyeon’s dainty hands to wrap even halfway around. Where those small fingers had barely covered half the girth, my own rough, callous hand clamped down and stroked vigorously.
The moment my fist began to move, vile, filthy fantasies flooded my consciousness like a ruptured dam. In reality, Seoyeon was aloof and reserved, keeping her distance; but in my mind, she transformed into a desperate whore, ravenous for my cock.
The room lights were blazing bright. No shyness. No polite refusals. Still wearing her glasses and her modest clothes, Seoyeon crawled between my knees on her own, her eyes glistening with hunger. The cool, detached face from reality was completely gone; consumed by raw lust, she stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of my corded shaft.
“Give it to me…… I want to lick your cock. Shove it into my mouth……”
In my mind, Seoyeon took the lead, engulfing my thick glans without mercy, making wet, sucking noises as she devoured it. She licked away the pre-cum leaking from my slit, gazing up at me with feral, pleading eyes. But I forcibly tore her greedy mouth away and pinned her ruthlessly to the mattress. The control belonged entirely to me.
“A bitch like you needs to be held down and filthy with cum.”
I seized her wrists and pinned them hard against the pillow. Those delicate fingers that had recoiled last night, telling me not to touch her with sweaty hands, were now crushed mercilessly into the sheets. I tore open her blouse, completely exposing her modest chest. Above her flat, uncurved breasts, only her pale pink nipples stood erect, stiff with shame and terror.
When I dragged my rough tongue across them and sucked hard, Seoyeon’s hips bucked in a convulsive shudder.
“Ah! Haaht…… Not there…… It feels weird……!”
Ignoring the lips that begged me to stop, I clamped my teeth down on her prominent nipple, grinding and biting it.
“Mmph! Nnnnngh!”
A stifled, high-pitched whimper leaked through her nose. In my head, I had no intention of moving slowly or gently. I ripped her panties down, dragging them away to expose her fragile folds. The thin, delicate labia—closed softly like butterfly wings—lay bare before me. With so little flesh to guard it, her pink, tender passage was completely unguarded.
Spreading those narrow folds apart with my index and middle fingers, the tightly shut entrance parted like a ripe fig. Licking my palm, I smeared saliva generously over the crown of my cock and drove it straight down into that impossibly narrow slit.
Squish—!
It was terrifyingly tight. Like parched soil suddenly flooded with water, the narrow inner walls stretched open against their will, gripping and churning around the head of my cock. There was no middle ground. With a single, devastating thrust of my hips, I drove all the way to the base, slamming hard against the entrance of her womb.
“Aaaagh! Too deep—! It’s tearing, it’s tearing me apart!”
The imaginary Seoyeon shrieked and sobbed. But I didn’t stop. I didn’t pull out. Clamping my rough hands onto her slender hips, I snapped my pelvis relentlessly back and forth.
Plop! Squish! Smak! Smak!
Lacking natural lubrication, her tight canal was forced open and crushed, pouring out wet, violent friction. Her small, slender frame was battered up and down the bed beneath my destructive weight. Her ribcage felt hard and fragile beneath my palms. Pinning that feather-light body firmly into the mattress, I buried the thick, blackened veins of my shaft entirely inside her.
“Nnnnngh—! Aah! Please, stop—!”
Still unsatisfied, the imaginary version of myself held back the climax. Pulling the shaft all the way out, I ground the swollen glans against her flushed, bruised folds, smearing them with the fluids dripping from my tip. The trembling butterfly lips were coated in a slick, glistening sheen.
Then I shifted her position. From behind, this time. Forcing Seoyeon onto her hands and knees like a dog, I arched her hips high into the air and seized her waist in an iron grip. Between her modest, petite buttocks, my monstrous cock drove right back in.
Thwack—! Shuck!
Every time my flared head hammered against her cervix, Seoyeon’s spine jolted as if struck by lightning. Her sleek, short bob whipped wildly across the pillow. Her glasses flew from her face, clattering onto the floor and spinning in a circle.
“The noise will leak outside— I’m sorry, I’m sorry—!”
That mouth, still trying to cling to its damnable propriety, was shattered by the violence of my thrusts. Yanking my cock free, I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and forced her jaw open. I dragged my balls and heavy shaft across her cheeks, rubbing them up and down her face before shoving the tip down.
Right between those very lips that had chewed her pickled radish so primly, I rammed my lewd, dripping glans. The slit at the tip pressed searingly against her soft tongue and the back of her throat.
“Now swallow this cock.”
That mouth that had complained about the heat, that mouth that had drawn boundaries with hollow apologies—now it was choked with my thick meat driven deep into her gullet, drool and tears spilling uncontrollably down her chin.
Gag, cough! Slurp, suck!
When I yanked the shaft from her throat, a thick thread of saliva stretched obscenely between my tip and her parted lips.
In reality, my wrist was beginning to ache fiercely. Pre-cum coated my fingers, slick and foul.
Schlick, schlick—
A grotesque, explicit rhythm echoed throughout the empty apartment. In my fantasy, I had no intention of finishing gently. It was an outright barrage, defiling every inch of her body with cum. Filling the depths of her passage with seed, then pulling out immediately to spray the rest across her fragile belly. Between her ribs, into the shallow dip of her abdomen, and all over her almost nonexistent breasts.
Spurt! Spurt!
Hot, thick white ropes painted across her chest, settling heavily over her nipples. Her small mounds were completely drowned beneath the thick, curdled mess. When Seoyeon tried to cover herself in shame, I twisted her thin wrists and pinned them back to the bed.
“Don’t look, don’t turn on the light— please don’t dirty me like this—!”
Ignoring her pleas, I switched on the brightest ceiling light. The heavy semen dripped from her chin, running sticky trails down her cheek and earlobe. The sheer thrill of marring her entire face with my seed consumed me. Before the final release, I smeared my wet glans roughly across the lenses of her fallen glasses, coating the clear glass in an opaque film of white slime.
“Don’t you dare wipe them. Keep your eyes on my cum while you whimper.”
Forcing her mouth open once more, I fired another heavy burst onto her tongue.
Splat—!
Unable to swallow it all, Seoyeon choked, white strands spilling from the corners of her lips. Her short hair was matted and ruined with sticky filth. That mouth that had offered polite apologies was now stuffed with cum, gasping helplessly.
It was the most depraved fantasy of breaking her. Shoving into her pussy, yanking it out, grinding the tip—drenched in her juices and my pre-cum—against her lips, and then plunging straight back into her cunt. Hammering her cervix like a pestle, then sliding out to crush the head against her inner thighs. Her swollen folds flared shamelessly in the air. Shoving two fingers deep inside to stretch her wide, then forcing the thick crown into the gap to grind against the friction.
Then, lifting her light body into the air. Slamming her against the wall and driving upward from below. Gravity pulled her down so that my head struck deep into her mangled depths with every blow.
Thud, squelch! Thud, squelch!
Her small frame bounced off the wall with every collision. As I twisted my hips inside her, the tight walls clamped down around my cock like a vice, threatening to shatter it.
“Mmph—! Aaaahn! I feel like I’m gonna die, please……!”
In the fantasy, Seoyeon finally lost her mind, driven wild by my cock. With a primal, feral gaze never seen in waking life, she wrapped her arms around my neck, begging for more.
“Shoot deeper…… ram it all the way in with your cock……”
The imaginary Seoyeon took hold of my shaft herself, guiding it back into her drenched hole. I methodically mapped out the exact order in which I would coat her body with semen. The first shot, deep inside her womb. Spurt—! Drenching her core in hot fluid. When I pulled out, her passage would flutter like a closing water lily, drooling thick, milky ropes. Then I would use the tip of my cock to push that leaked cum right back inside.
The second shot across her flat belly. The third over her nipples. The fourth across her exposed throat. The fifth onto the lenses of her glasses, blinding her behind an opaque white smear. And then, while she couldn't see a thing, ramming my cock into her once more.
The fantasy crested into its final climax. Flipping Seoyeon onto her back, I folded her dainty legs up against her chest. Being so light, she yielded in an instant. I didn't ask, Is it okay if I cum? I took all the polite, cautious words she had spoken last night and crushed them beneath my heel. Driving my hips in to the absolute hilt, locked flush against her cervix, I unleashed the eruption.
“Nnngh—!”
My hips bucked wildly against the real bed.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
A thick surge of semen burst past my fingers and the wad of tissues, splattering in every direction. A portion of it shot past my navel, landing high on my chest. In my mind, that scalding seed was battering Seoyeon’s cervix, overflowing and staining her thighs and folds with filth.
Yet when I opened my eyes, there was only the blank, rigid ceiling. Only the cold scent of shampoo lingering on the pillow.
My ragged panting was the first thing to drag me back to reality. The cock in my hand throbbed heavily before slowly softening. A final, sticky drop leaked from the tip, clinging to the rim.
Drip.
Finishing so quickly was just like last night. Even masturbating alone, I was panting, rushed, and pathetic. That realization made me feel utterly wretched and vile.
I rushed to the bathroom and scrubbed my face ruthlessly with cold water. When I looked up, my reflection stared back from the mirror. My face looked far too ordinary. Inside my head, a violent defilement had taken place, tearing a woman apart with filth—yet from the outside, I was just a miserable man left behind in the morning, jerking off alone.
I returned to the sofa. Picking up the phone from the floor, I opened Seoyeon’s chat once more.
Just two lines. Far too sterile and brief to capture what lay between us between yesterday and today. I stared blankly at those words for a long while before setting the phone down.
A hollow laugh slipped from my throat. I didn’t even know why I was laughing. But after the laugh died, I felt grotesquely worse. Seoyeon wasn’t coming tonight. The moment that sank in, the room felt vastly wider, emptier, and colder than yesterday.
I collapsed back onto the bed. From the pillow, the faintest trace of her shampoo drifted up. A fake Seoyeon—far more obedient than the real one, far more lewd, and above all, utterly defiled by my seed, trampled beneath me exactly as I desired. Even knowing down to my bones that she wasn’t the real Seoyeon, I couldn’t purge that filthy phantom from my head.
The thought terrified me a little. And it filled me with a deep, sickening self-loathing.
Yet what was truly horrifying, what I hated most of all—was that even while drowning in guilt, my mind was already anticipating the next time, eagerly concocting the next scenario where I would take her even more violently.
I draped an arm over my eyes.
“Next time, a little slower.”
I muttered those words Seoyeon had spoken last night under my breath. Silence filled the room for a long while. And in my head, I twisted those neat words until they vanished.
I opened my eyes again. All that met my gaze was the plain, unblemished ceiling. A room wrapped in dead silence, where nothing had happened at all. I should have felt relieved by that peaceful reality. Yet, strangely, I couldn't move a single finger. My softening cock remained half-erect, soaking the front of my underwear with a damp, dirty warmth once more.