Chapter 15 - Miles' Social Media
Chapter 15 - Miles' Social Media
"La la la~"
Yang Taegum hummed a cheerful tune as he walked away from the cafe. The quality of the two videos he'd captured today was so good that just the thought of editing them later had him in high spirits.
"Oh."
But first, he had something else to take care of.
Remembering the equipment he'd packed before leaving home, he changed course and headed toward Hana's apartment.
It wasn't far—just a ten-minute walk from the cafe.
"Alright, let's see here..."
Arriving at Hana's place, he punched in the passcode and stepped inside. He set his bag down on the living room table and began unpacking its contents.
"This surveillance camera... should work perfectly."
First, he installed a waterproof miniature camera in the bathroom, carefully mounting it in the corner above the towel cabinet where it wouldn't be noticed. He checked the angle—perfectly hidden.
"Hmm... good, can't see it."
Next, he set up another camera inside the toilet bowl, positioning it to get a clear, unobstructed view of whatever Hana did—whether she was peeing, pooping, or anything else. Unless someone inspected the toilet closely, they'd never spot it.
The third camera went in Hana's bedroom. Partly to check if she was asleep when he visited at night, but also because he was curious about what she did when he wasn't around. The memory of the insane masturbation sounds he'd overheard the first time he snuck in still lingered in his mind.
"This should do it."
After verifying the cameras worked via his portable monitor, he opened the fridge and slipped sleeping pills into her water bottle.
"I'll make good use of this later, Hana~."
Heh heh heh.
With a sleazy grin, Yang Taegum left Hana's apartment.
Back at his own place, Yang Taegum immediately turned on his computer to upscale the videos he'd taken to 4K resolution.
He connected his phone, transferred the footage, and queued up the two clips from today for enhancement while brainstorming titles.
"How about... [Hana's Cum-Swallowing Blowjob ASMR] and [Hana's Cowgirl Anal + Pussy Double Orgasm]?"
After an hour of processing, he began editing.
For the blowjob clip, he trimmed it to start five seconds before he came, capturing the moment she gulped down every last drop. He added thick black bars over her eyes and muted any parts where his own voice could be heard. The result? A crisp 20-second [Hana's Cum-Swallowing Blowjob ASMR].
Without hesitation, he uploaded it to his anonymous backdoor account on the Bluebird social media site. Within seconds, notifications poured in from his hundred or so followers, comments flooding in.
[Video]
"My gf giving head. Yeah, she swallows every drop like it's dessert."
#GirlfriendMaterial #Blowjob #CumASMR #WaitressCosplay #SkyBlueWig
BackdoorExplorer:Holy shit.
ScentFetishist:Damn, she sucks dick like a pro. How much did you even shoot? She gulped like seven times!
VirginDetector:At least seven swallows, yeah.
ScentFetishist:Is that even a human-sized load?!
VirginDetector:Dunno.
ToeJobEnjoyer:The censor bar's too thick, but you can still tell she's a bombshell. And those tits—holy hell.
ArmpitSniffer:Where's that uniform from? Anyone know?
IdiotHunter:Dumbass, the hashtag literally says cosplay. Smh.
BarkAtOrgasms:The way her lips stretch when you pull out—fuck, that's hot. The slurping sounds are insane.
Parrot:Why aren't you barking, then?
BarkAtOrgasms:WOOF WOOF!! GRRR RUFF RUFF!!
3cmPeepee:Why's everyone talking about the girl? Look at OP's dick! That's insane!
PussyViewer:Why the hell are we discussing some dude's junk? Lmao.
ProteinThief:Her cheeks puffing up from the cum—no way that's real. And she swallowed it all?!
zxcasdqwe:Fuck, this is gonna be my dinner tonight. Thanks for the meal, OP.
TitMaster:Teacher, please show those massive tits next time. I'm begging you...
Yang Taegum smirked, wondering how Hana would react if she saw this. She'd be furious, obviously—but with her leverage in his hands, what could she do? Still, he planned to wait until he had more posts before revealing it to her.
Miles finished his training, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel before heading to the bathroom. As he dried his face, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
An anonymous message.
"Found a crazy backdoor account. You gotta see this. Link + pic attached."
The attached image made his brain short-circuit.
A blue-haired woman—eyes censored with thick black bars—was sucking someone off.
"...Hana?"
No way. It couldn't be.
Before he could think, his finger tapped the link.
"Shit."
If this was a scam, he was screwed—but it was too late. The page loaded, revealing the familiar Bluebird social media interface.
"This is Bluebird?"
He knew the site well—it was popular enough. A login prompt appeared.
"..."
Miles hesitated. He'd made an account ages ago and abandoned it.
But that photo...
He logged in, ignoring the password reset prompt.
The page refreshed, displaying two posts from an account called KingGold.
The first post had three images:
The caption bragged about his "girlfriend," making Miles scowl. What kind of boyfriend posts his girl's nudes like this? If he really loved her, he'd never do something so disgusting.
Fuming, Miles clicked the second post.
"!"
His heart pounded.
The woman in the video looked exactly like Hana.
The thick censor bar hid her face, but her beauty was undeniable—sky-blue wig, waitress outfit, everything matched.
The memory of kissing Hana flashed in his mind, panic surging—until he read the comments.
"Oh. Cosplay and a wig."
Of course. He was overreacting.
"Hana would never do something like this."
He exhaled, ashamed for doubting her.
After a moment's hesitation, he plugged in his earbuds and played the video.
[Schlurp, schlllp, schaaaap]
The blue-haired beauty sucked with enthusiasm, and Miles felt his pants tighten.
"..."
He quietly stepped into a bathroom stall, pulled down his pants, and freed his 5-inch erection.
Looping the video, he imagined Hana's lips around him, jerking off until he came into the toilet with a quiet sigh.
Drip.
A meager amount of semen trickled down.
"Hah..."
Before turning off his phone, he hit Follow on the account.
Not because the girl looked like Hana.
Definitely not.
Yang Taegum had sent the anonymous message to Miles.
"No way he'd ignore it, right? I even attached a pic. Still... kinda risky."
If Miles figured it out, he'd come swinging his bat. That's why he'd added the #Cosplay and #Wig tags—Miles was dumb enough to buy it.
"I'll ask him about it next time."
If Miles had seen it, Yang Taegum would post something even wilder. Sneaking around was fun, but forcing Hana to cooperate on camera? Now that was the real thrill.
"Huh?"
Scrolling through his followers, a notification popped up—someone new had followed him.
The username?
Miles.
"...No fucking way."
Was this the Miles? A fake? Who the hell uses their real name as a social media handle?
"Then again... that blockhead might."
Clicking the profile, he found it empty—no posts, no activity. Just default settings and a bio that read:
"There is nothing but pain for me. I desire nothing else. Pain is my..."
"Wait, isn't this...?"
That pretentious "Ode to Pain" crap.
"Did that idiot seriously put this in his bio?!"
"...Is this really him?"
No way to know for sure.
"I'll just ask him in person."
Yang Taegum waited near Hana's apartment, checking his monitor.
"She should be back from the cafe soon."
Right on cue, the bedroom camera showed Hana stepping inside, her expression dark as she kicked off her shoes.
"Perfect."
She peeled off her modest, skin-covering clothes, and Yang Taegum licked his lips.
"Ugh, hiding that body under all that fabric..."
Next time, he'd pick her outfits himself.
On-screen, Hana stripped to her underwear and headed to the bathroom.
Switching to the toilet cam, he zoomed in as she pulled down her panties and sat.
"Ohhh!"
A golden stream trickled from her pretty pussy, the high-quality mic capturing every sound.
Trickle—
"This could be a whole meal. Slurp."
After wiping, she stayed seated, fingers trailing down to her asshole.
"Wait, is she—?!"
Squish. Squish.
[Haaah...♥]
One finger plunging into her ass, the other rubbing her clit—soon, she shuddered in climax.
[Haaaangh♥!]
Splurt—
Unrestrained in her own home, she moaned loudly as she squirted, then stepped into the shower.
Back in the bedroom, she slipped into fresh panties and a bra—no surprise, given how heavy her chest must be.
She grabbed a glass of water from the fridge, chugged it, then collapsed onto the bed, TV remote in hand.
Within seconds, the sleeping pills knocked her out.
"Alright, time to play."
The fun was just beginning.