Chapter 22 - Miles and Hana
Chapter 22 - Miles and Hana
Staggering into the bathroom, Hana immediately sat on the toilet.
Even the slightest relaxation of her sphincter caused thick semen to audibly leak out with a squelch, making her feel both embarrassed and irritated.
Sitting there to cool her flushed body for a moment, she finally began bearing down.
"Hng♥"
Squelch—Glug—
"Hnngh♥!!"
As semen began oozing out while she clenched her anus, Hana barely suppressed another climax, gasping for breath.
After repeated "training," her rectum had become conditioned to feel pleasure simply from expelling anything.
Splash—Splash—
Flushing the toilet now clouded with semen, Hana moved to the shower and began scrubbing herself vigorously with body wash, paranoid that some trace scent might linger.
"Ngh...♥"
While washing, her hand brushed near her anus, sending an electric jolt of pleasure through her that forced her to rush through cleaning that area.
After shampooing and using mouthwash to eliminate any lingering semen taste, she toweled off halfway through drying her hair—aware Miles was waiting—then pulled on her bodysuit. Just as she finished preparing to leave and stepped toward the door...
"Ah, wait a second."
Yang Taegum's voice from behind made her freeze mid-step.
Tensing at what fresh humiliation he might demand, Hana turned to see him stroking his erect cock with a self-satisfied grin.
Now numb to the sight of his dick, she scowled.
"...What now?"
"Unzip. Gotta pump you full of cock milk so you'll have energy for work today, right?"
"Tch... Whatever."
The protest I just showered, you bastard rose to her throat, but experience had taught her resistance was pointless. She obediently unzipped her suit.
Ziiip—
As her cleavage spilled out, Yang Taegum—who'd been edging himself—approached and violently thrust his glans between her breasts before erupting.
Splurt—Glug—Splurt—
"Ahhh...! That hits the spot. Now zip up and rub it all over yourself."
"......"
Following orders, Hana zipped up and smeared the semen across her suit until it soaked into the fabric. Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed out.
SLAM!
The door shook from the force. Yang Taegum chuckled.
"Pfft—what a fiery bitch. After all that screaming when I wrecked her ass yesterday..."
He watched from the balcony until her car disappeared, then packed his camcorder and breast development rotor into a bag before heading to his own apartment.
...
Upon arriving, Yang Taegum immediately booted his computer and connected the camcorder.
First, he renamed the balcony footage [Cowgirl Anal Service - Internal Cumshot], queuing it for 4K enhancement. The second clip became [Paizuri & Deep Throat Service], added to the processing queue.
'Time to text Miles.'
He pulled out his phone:
[Not feeling well today—can't make it. Sorry, hyung...]
The reply came quickly:
[What's wrong? You okay? Rest up and see a doctor. Hana and I can handle it today—don't worry.]
[Thanks, hyung.]
After sending the half-hearted reply, he checked the enhancement progress—still a long way to go.
He'd planned to edit and upload the videos to Bluebird, but that would have to wait.
'Still got that café footage.'
He pulled up the photos and video of Hana exhausted after forced thigh-fucking and anal torment, her ass provocatively displayed on a bench as she collapsed forward.
Opening editing software, he meticulously removed all identifiable details before saving. The blue hair didn't matter—he'd already spread misinformation about that.
Logging into Bluebird, he began drafting a post with pre-uploaded media.
"Perfect... This'll do."
Click.
...
VROOM—
Inside the silent car, the growl of the engine vibrated through the seats.
Miles, embarrassed by his earlier love confession, pretended to focus on driving while sneaking glances at Hana. Meanwhile, Hana—disturbed by having screamed I love you while being anally violated—couldn't bring herself to speak.
'What... what's wrong with me?'
Being with Miles, who saw only her purest self, made yesterday's memories surge up like poison.
'Sorry, Miles...'
Not only had she become a glorified fleshlight for a stranger's cock, she'd blamed Miles during the act—even harboring twisted gratitude toward her rapist for fabricating blackmail.
Thank you for making me complicit in a child's death?
Miles had been devastated by that incident, yet here she was...
"......"
Self-loathing choked her. She wished she could faint—anything to avoid managing her expression around Miles.
Meanwhile, Miles noticed her unusual silence.
Her face looked... on the verge of tears.
'Hana...'
He'd recently suspected her mood swings stemmed from unspoken feelings. After their date, he'd concluded it was mutual pining—her love for him, stifled by hesitation.
'She struggles to express it, just like me...'
Even now, she must be bursting with love she couldn't voice.
While Hana occasionally mustered affection, he'd hidden behind embarrassment, avoiding intimacy for fear of ruining their dynamic.
And where had that left them?
"...Ah."
Hana was hurting.
Suffering.
On the brink of tears.
What kind of pathetic coward was he...?
Lost in self-recrimination, he couldn't speak another word until they arrived.
...
After parking, Hana excused herself to "take care of something," promising to return shortly.
Alone, Miles slumped against the car in turmoil when his phone vibrated.
"?"
Expecting Hana, he instead saw a Bluebird notification—KingGeumTae posted new content.
"......"
Hesitating, he tapped it. The app launched directly to the post.
"!!"
His face burned.
[Photo]
My gf's ass got wrecked so good lol ㅋㅋㅋㅋ See that gaping hole?
Short clip of her riding me for thighjob below.
[Video]
#girlfriend #thighjob #anal #gaping #analorgasm #bitchinheat
Gulp—
The photo showed a woman's (presumably the same one from prior posts) enormous ass, her slightly parted anus glistening with fluids, love juices dripping down her thighs—an obscenely erotic composition.
But what seized Miles' attention were the black stockings and garter belt.
She gave him a thighjob wearing that...?
As Hana's ass superimposed over the image in his mind, his traitorous cock hardened.
He tried resisting, but his eyes betrayed him, scrolling to the video.
"......"
After checking for Hana, he plugged in earbuds and hit play—just a quick look, he told himself.
"Hah...♥ Ngh...♥ Mmh...♥ Hoo...♥ Gulp...♥"
The blue-haired woman rode her partner, grinding his cock between her thighs while a round-handled anal toy protruded from her stretched hole.
Must've taken the photo right after pulling it out...
Twenty seconds of depraved imagery.
That blue hair—so like Hana's—drove Miles behind a tree, unzipping his pants as lust overrode reason.
"Hah...♥ Ngh...♥ Mmh...♥"
His eyes remained glued to the screen, imagining the woman was Hana.
...
Having excused herself to relieve the arousal caused by the semen in her suit, Hana returned to find Miles missing. Before she could wonder if he'd left first—
A strange rustling. She approached and Miles jolted out from behind a tree.
"Wh—when did you get back?!"
"Just now. What were you doing?"
"Nothing! Ready to go?"
"Huh? Oh... yeah, let's start."
As they walked away, Hana glanced back at the tree.
A faint, whitish substance dotted the ground—something she'd never imagine was Miles' cum.
Not when the first man to fill her with semen had produced inhuman volumes.
'Did he spit or something?'
But diligent Miles would never spit on the ground. Dismissing it, she began patrol with him.