Chapter 54 - Exposed
Chapter 54 - Exposed
"Oh my god, what have I done...!"
In the spacious master bedroom of the house they were moving into, sunlight streamed through the window beside the double-sized bed, dazzling Hana awake.
The moment she saw Miles curled up asleep in her arms, everything that had happened in this house came rushing back to her.
"M-Miles? Are you okay? Miles? Miles?!"
Miles lay naked in her embrace, sleeping so soundly he might as well have been dead. When Hana panicked and shook him awake, his eyelids fluttered weakly before he finally regained consciousness.
His face was pale and drained as he opened his eyes, his throat parched with thirst. He let out a dry, rasping sound.
"W-water..."
"I'll get it right away!"
Hana scrambled out of bed in just her underwear and hurried to the living room.
She checked the fridge just in case, but of course, there was no water bottle inside.
"Ah!"
Remembering the thermos her master had given her, she rushed back into the bedroom and picked up the thermos rolling on the floor. Peering inside, she found it completely empty—she had used up all the semen stored inside last night.
After Miles had passed out from the unbearable orgasm denial torture and showed no signs of waking, Hana, frustrated, had puffed out her cheeks and shoved her fingers deep into his asshole, roughly kneading the area near his scrotum.
Her seductive, teasing movements had made his cock harden again, but Miles remained unconscious. She even tried forcing him to ejaculate while he was out, but after relentless stimulation, all that came out was a stream of transparent arousal fluid—no semen in sight.
After making him spurt the thin, semen-laced fluid four or five times, Hana quickly grew bored.
At first, when he convulsed from the forced ejaculation, she had been fascinated like a child discovering a new toy. But soon, playing with an unconscious man's dick lost its appeal.
So she poured the remaining semen from the thermos into her panties and threw herself into an intense masturbation session.
She thrust into her pussy just shy of breaking her hymen, rubbed her hypersensitive clit, and twisted the fingers buried in her asshole. Scooping up the semen pooled in her panties, she shoved it into her asshole and began grinding furiously. But no matter how much she did it, the incomplete release left her unsatisfied, and she eventually collapsed from exhaustion.
The memory made her head spin.
"Ahh, ohh..."
Her gaze lingered on Miles, lying on the bed looking so frail he might float away with a gust of wind. Guilt weighed heavily on her.
What was I thinking, tormenting him like that...?!
Regret gnawed at her as she took the thermos outside and turned on the kitchen faucet.
Drip-drip-drip—
Luckily, though the water pressure was weak, she managed to rinse out the sticky semen residue inside the thermos and fill it with fresh water before returning to Miles.
"Here, drink this. Miles? Are you awake?"
Nod—
He gave a weak nod.
Gently lifting his head onto her lap, she carefully tipped the water into his mouth.
"Open up, I'll give you some water."
"Ahh—"
Gulp— gulp— gulp—
Once he had finished drinking, Miles closed his eyes again as if slipping back into unconsciousness.
"Haah..."
Hana sighed deeply, reluctant to disturb his deep sleep.
Seeing Miles so utterly drained was a first for her, and it had thrown her into a panic.
But when she thought about it, she was the one who had wrung him dry like a shriveled fruit.
Her sadistic tendencies sometimes surfaced even when she was with her master, but for something like this to happen with Miles—of all people—was unthinkable.
She couldn't even lift her head from the shame.
"Ugh..."
After taking a moment to collect herself, Hana glanced around.
The aftermath of last night's debauchery was scattered everywhere.
The bed, still damp with male semen and female arousal fluid, hadn't dried even by morning.
Clothes strewn carelessly across the floor, dried semen stains clinging to surfaces—
Was this the "training" she had accomplished?
Miles' premature ejaculation problem had been "improved"—now, instead of spurting just a tiny amount right at the tip, he could shoot semen all the way from the headboard to the edge of the bed.
He was still premature, sure.
But wasn't it progress that he could shoot farther?
Hana didn't think the "training" itself was wrong.
The idea of personally conditioning a premature ejaculator to get used to pleasure and a woman's touch was something she could get behind.
But pushing him to the brink of unconsciousness? That was too much.
She regretted not stopping at just a little loss of consciousness—keeping things controlled, not letting it spiral.
Her gaze drifted to Miles' shrunken genitals.
After enduring hours of orgasm denial torture, his cock had curled up pitifully, as if bowing its head in defeat.
The sight tugged at her heartstrings.
"Ngh...♥"
Maybe because the semen she had poured into her panties last night hadn't fully dried—
The damp fabric brushing against her pussy made her moan softly, stirring her arousal again.
The pungent, fishy stench of dried semen wafting from her panties made her mouth water, and soon, her own wetness began seeping out.
With Miles still unconscious, now was the perfect time to masturbate.
Just as she was about to reach down—
Beep—
A notification chimed from a phone.
Hana froze.
She checked her own smartphone first, but there were no alerts. Then—?
She picked up Miles' pants and checked the pockets.
Pulling his phone from the back pocket, she saw a push notification from Bluebird displayed on the lock screen.
Normally, she would've ignored it and put it back, but—
[KingGoldTae has posted: "Showing off my gf taking a shit lol"]
"..."
The title burned into her eyes. She couldn't ignore it.
Unlocking the phone (she had long known he used her birthday as his passcode), she tapped the notification and was instantly redirected to the app.
The post in question:
[Showing off my gf taking a shit lol]
[Video]
Fucked her asshole so hard I pumped her full of cum, and now she shits like this. Came right inside her and sprayed her down—so fucking hot, right?
—#girlfriend #anal #asshole #analsex #cumdefecation #cumshit #booty
"..."
The video thumbnail showed a familiar-looking woman in doggy style, lifted up to expose her plump ass.
Her pink asshole and the unmistakable black mole beside it were on full display, along with her tightly clenched pussy, glistening with arousal fluids.
Though the lower half of the man's face was pixelated, the blue hair and visible facial features made it painfully obvious who it was.
Hana's hands trembled as she clutched the phone, staring at Miles, who lay motionless beside her.
What... is this...?
Her arousal, stoked by the scent of semen, instantly cooled. Her mind sharpened into clarity.
She tried to make sense of the situation, her thoughts racing, but the confusion refused to settle.
Maybe she had seen wrong—maybe this wasn't real.
With that desperate hope, she tapped the video.
"Nnnghhh...!! Haaaahhhh...!!!"
Squelch— squelch—
"Hnnnghhhh♥♥♥?!!"
The woman's belly was swollen like a pregnant woman's.
After writhing in agony, the man in the video pressed down on her stomach, forcing an explosive stream of white semen from her asshole as she screamed in climax.
The vulgar sounds of defecation echoed from the phone, and the sight of her trembling like a bitch in heat from the forced bowel orgasm—
There was no mistaking it.
It was her.
This was footage from her first time in her master's Pleasure Room.
Hana scrolled down to the comments.
"I wanna wreck that asshole till it's gaping."
"Her pussy and ass are so pretty."
"My dream is to fuck a beauty like that."
"Dude's stamina is insane."
The comments were flooded with degrading remarks.
"Aah... Aah...!!"
But her master had promised to keep those videos private!
Why—why was this posted?
And why was Miles following this account?
Did... did he know about this?
Master? Master?!
Her thoughts tangled into chaos.
In a daze, Hana frantically dialed the only person who could make sense of this—Yang Taegum.
Ring— ring—
The dial tone buzzed in her ear.
Her anxiety mounted as the ringing dragged on, and the stress made the air around her tremble.
Thrum— thrum—
A green aura of psychokinetic energy surged from her body, spreading outward like a shockwave.
Her black eyes glowed emerald, and her blue hair rippled as if caught in an invisible current.
"Haah... Haah..."
Her breathing grew ragged, nearing her limit—
Click—
"What's up? Calling this early?"
Yang Taegum answered.
The green energy that had been expanding rapidly receded, sucked back into her body.
Hana steadied her breath and spoke slowly.
"...Master?"
"Yeah."
"Do you use Bluebird?"
"...Huh?"
The momentary silence on the other end confirmed her suspicions.
"I saw a notification on Miles' phone... and there's a video of me posted there."
"Ah."
Realization dawned on Yang Taegum, and he let out a short sigh.
"..."
After a pause, he spoke again.
Hana focused intently on his voice through the phone.
"Come to my place first. I'll explain everything."
Click—
The call ended.
Hana stood in silence.