Chapter 33 - Convenience Store Butt Exposure
Chapter 33 - Convenience Store Butt Exposure
"???"
Yang Taegum frowned at the suddenly fast-moving marker on his screen.
He'd thought she was following his orders obediently, given that she hadn't moved from the park earlier. But now, the marker had abruptly accelerated and stopped in a secluded corner.
"Tsk. What's going on?"
He kept his eyes glued to the screen while tearing into his late-night chicken snack.
Ding—
"Oh, here we go."
A linked notification popped up on his phone, synced to his computer.
Entering the chatroom labeled My Exclusive Asshole Onahole, he found a video Hana had just sent.
Click.
[Hahh♥ Hngg♥ Huhh♥]
She had followed his instructions perfectly—filming herself masturbating on a park bench.
Her legs were spread wide in an M-shape, her mesh-covered pussy grinding violently against her fingers.
[Hahh♥ Yess♥ Nngh♥ Uhhh♥]
Squelch— Squish—
The wet sounds grew faster as her slick folds dripped with arousal.
Her fingers rolled over her clit before pinching it sharply, her body trembling as if she were on the verge of climax.
The way she sat on the bench forced the anal vibrator deeper inside her, visibly pressing against her flesh.
Her pantyhose were soaked through beneath her skirt, the fabric clinging darkly to her dripping sex.
[Hhhnnn♥♥...!!!]
Then, with a final shudder, she came—her juices spraying against the phone lens before the video cut off.
"Damn."
Yang Taegum exhaled sharply, forgetting his chicken entirely.
That had been hot.
After saving the video to his computer, he typed out a quick message.
[Good girl.]
No reply came.
Even as he rewatched the clip, Hana's marker remained frozen on the map.
"Too much stimulation?"
When he'd handed her clothes earlier, he'd secretly planted a miniature tracker on her.
Now, he monitored her every movement via satellite imagery, cross-referencing her surroundings before issuing commands.
"Eh."
She was probably exhausted. Maybe one last order before calling it a night.
Chewing on a chicken wing, he sent another message.
Then, after a moment's consideration, he decided to upload Hana's photos and videos to Bluebird.
They'd turned out even more explicit than he'd expected.
"......"
Hana leaned against a tree, finally catching her breath.
The forced public masturbation had shaken her more than she'd anticipated.
Her blank stare at the night sky reflected the turmoil inside her.
Her pantyhose were still damp.
The anal vibrator remained lodged inside her, heating her insides relentlessly.
What... am I even doing anymore?
A post-climax clarity—or something like it—weighed heavily on her.
All day, taking that bastard's cock in my ass, filling my belly with his cum, even swapping spit with him...
Was there even any point in preserving her virginity now?
She'd given Yang Taegum too much.
When had it started?
When his revolting semen began tasting good to her?
When the pleasure of anal sex became addictive?
When his cock, pounding her holes until she screamed, started feeling irresistible?
Her once-innocent body had become a depraved mess, soaking wet at his slightest touch.
She'd turned into a slut—moaning for his dick, climaxing from her ass, screaming obscenities like a wanton whore.
When he stuffed her with his monstrous cock, the overwhelming fullness made her mind go blank with pleasure.
When her belly swelled with his cum, she could only think—He's using me, and it feelsthisgood♥
Even if all of this was just the pleasure overriding her sanity...
Wasn't this honest version of herself her true nature?
A depraved sperm-receptacle, desperate for Yang Taegum's cock—was that who she really was?
The thought lingered.
Ding—
The late hour amplified her emotional turmoil. Shaking her head, she tried to refocus.
No, Hana. You have Miles, remember...!
She clenched her fists, summoning thoughts of Miles for strength—then checked Yang Taegum's latest message.
[This time, I'll go easy on you. Head to the 24-hour convenience store on your way home. Don't go inside yet.]
"...?"
Easy?
Him?
That sadistic bastard?
No way.
Something was definitely wrong.
She didn't trust this for a second.
But she had no choice.
With a sigh, she pushed herself up and headed toward the convenience store.
[I'm here.]
Standing outside the brightly lit store in the dead of night, she sent the message.
The reply came instantly.
[Go inside. Pretend to browse, then bend over at the counter and show your ass to the clerk. Keep the vibrator on for a full minute.]
"?!!!"
So... he wanted her to...
Flash her ass—complete with inserted toy—at some random clerk?!
"You psycho...!"
For a moment, she genuinely wondered if Yang Taegum had lost his mind.
Exposing herself to a stranger?
No panties, just soaked pantyhose and a vibrator buried in her ass?
If she did this...
She might die from sheer humiliation.
Her skirt was already short enough that the slightest bend would reveal everything.
And he wanted her to deliberately show it all off?
The vibrator's handle would tent the fabric, her exposed pussy on full display—
[No need for photos or videos this time. I'll trust your conscience.]
"...!!"
Then... if she just didn't do it, he'd never know—
Another message cut off her hope.
[But if I find out you skipped it, you'll handle the consequences.]
"......"
So she had to do it.
Somehow, she just knew he'd find out if she didn't.
With a sinking heart, she peered inside the store.
A young clerk, early twenties at most, idly scrolled on his phone behind the counter.
"...Ugh."
She groaned.
Six months out of high school, the clerk worked nights to pay for college.
Convenience store shifts weren't too demanding, and the downtime let him study.
The owner had even agreed—as long as he finished his tasks, he could hit the books.
It was past midnight now.
Ding-dong—
"Welcome!"
He reflexively greeted the customer without looking up.
A woman, judging by the silhouette.
She vanished into the aisles almost immediately.
Busy with inventory, he barely paid attention—until—
Riiip—
"?"
A tearing sound.
Unease prickled his neck as he stepped out from behind the counter—
"Can you ring this up?"
"?!?"
A blue-haired woman in a face mask held out a torn-open mask package.
Her outfit was scandalous—low-cut top, micro-miniskirt, and black stockings.
And those stockings? Soaked.
As if she'd been caught in the rain.
Handing him the mask, she smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, I opened it already. But you can still charge me, right?"
"Uh—y-yeah. Just... next time, pay first."
"Got it."
Beep.
After scanning the mask, she lingered near the counter, pretending to browse.
The clerk stared, transfixed.
He tried to play it cool, keeping his head down—but his gaze kept drifting lower.
To her ass.
Gulp.
That skirt was so short. The slightest bend would—
This is a crime.
But his eyes refused to look away.
If I pass this up, I'm not a man. But if I get caught, my life's over...!
His inner angel and devil warred—until—
"?!!"
"Mmm... this one?"
Hana bent over.
Her skirt rode up, revealing soaked pantyhose stretched taut over the vibrator's handle—and her bare pussy.
Bzzzz—
The nearly silent toy pulsed inside her, heating her insides.
Ah... he's watching. My ass...♥
Shame burned through her.
She was deliberately exposing herself to a stranger.
Yet, as she pretended to browse, her hips swayed just slightly.
Instinct took over—like a bitch in heat teasing a male.
The clerk's eyes locked onto the white handle peeking through her stockings.
He knew exactly what it was.
At his age, there was no way he wouldn't.
A vibrator...
Her plump ass twitched enticingly, the toy's base straining against the fabric.
The sight alone made his pants tighten.
He tried to look away—but—
Is she doing this on purpose?
A glance at the reflective metal shelf confirmed it.
She was watching him watch her.
The realization sent his pulse skyrocketing.
She's into this.
Confidence surged.
Slowly, he stepped out from behind the counter—
And knelt behind her.
Up close, the vibrator's faint tremors were unmistakable.
Her pussy dripped relentlessly, saturating the stockings until excess slickness pooled on the floor.
The musky scent of her arousal flooded his senses.
His cock throbbed, harder than ever.
"!!!"
The moment she felt his presence, heat scorched through Hana.
Shame. Humiliation.
And... an electric thrill from being watched.
Ahh...♥
This was new.
Exposing herself on purpose felt incredible.
Different from anal sex—but just as addictive.
Bzzzz—
The vibrations pushed her closer to the edge, the added humiliation accelerating her climax.
Ah...♥
Glancing back, she saw the clerk devouring the sight of her ass.
His pants tented obscenely, his eyes bloodshot with lust.
Does my ass... turn you on that much?♥
Knowing she'd made him hard just by showing off sent a twisted satisfaction through her.
Should I... let him see closer?
Blushing, she took a step back—pressing her ass right against his face.
"!!!"
The clerk froze as her mesh-covered pussy and the vibrator's handle filled his vision.
Can I... touch it?
Interpreting her move as permission, he reached out—
"Hyahhn♥♥?!"
Splurt—
Hana came hard, her juices splashing across his face.
By the time she regained her senses, the demanded minute had long passed.
Flustered, she bolted—not even glancing back as she fled the store.
The clerk remained frozen, her fluids dripping down his face.
...
Later, a post surfaced online—
A slut with blue hair and huge tits was masturbating in the park!
Photos included a bench stained with her fluids.
But accusations of it being fake buried the thread quickly.
As for the clerk?
He kept the memory to himself.
Deleted the security footage.
And decided to keep working nights—just in case she ever came back.