Chapter 55 - Crisis
Chapter 55 - Crisis
Yang Taegum clutched his head.
The phone call Hana had just received made his temples throb.
He wasn't sure how she had found out, but one thing was crystal clear:
That bastard's an idiot.
Did he not even lock his smartphone?
Or had he locked it, only for her to figure out the password?
Either way, Miles' carelessness was undeniable.
After going out of his way to give him the luxury of spending the night with her—all for the sake of their fake cohabitation story—this was how he repaid him?
Yang Taegum couldn't help but marvel at such shameless ingratitude.
Of course, Miles hadn't done it intentionally.
But the end result was the same—he'd screwed him over.
I was planning to simmer her in pleasure before breaking the news.
He'd imagined pounding her ass raw until she was half-drunk on ecstasy, then whispering in her ear that he'd uploaded her lewd body for the whole world to see on Bluebird.
It wasn't a bad plan.
Once his dick was buried in her ass, she wouldn't be able to move—let alone resist.
But now, that plan had gone up in smoke. She'd found out while still completely lucid.
This was an unforeseen disaster.
Was this the price for his streak of luck?
Frowning, he leaned back in his chair and stretched his stiff limbs.
It was still early morning, and his body felt sluggish. He arched his back, cracking his spine, and reflected on his earlier excitement when uploading the video.
Yeah.
He should've at least confirmed whether she and Miles had broken up before posting it.
This was partly his own fault for letting his guard down.
That's what Yang Taegum told himself.
"Haah..."
He exhaled deeply, as if trying to expel his frustration into the earth.
Then, steeling himself for Hana's imminent arrival, he began racking his brain for a solution.
Expecting rational judgment from someone who's furious is pointless.
Given the icy rage he'd sensed over the phone, convincing her wouldn't be easy.
After all, he was the one who'd promised the videos were for his eyes only.
Hana, who had obediently complied with every shoot up until now, must have felt utterly betrayed.
He was supposed to drown that betrayal in pleasure before she could fully process it—but...
"Tch."
That bastard Miles.
Yang Taegum gnashed his teeth internally, agonizing over the situation.
So what now?
What else? Shove my dick in first, think later.
The answer was already decided.
.........
......
...
Creeeak—
Hana pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The clean entryway and sterile hallway greeted her.
She didn't even bother taking off her shoes before marching forward.
Ding—
A notification chimed, halting her steps.
She pulled out her phone and read the message:
[Come downstairs.]
The text sounded so casual, as if he hadn't done anything wrong. The sheer audacity made her blood boil.
"......"
Shake, shake—
She clenched her trembling fists, struggling to contain her fury.
As she headed toward the Pleasure Room, she forced herself to assess the situation calmly.
No matter how angry she was, blindly lashing out wouldn't solve anything. She refused to act like a child.
First, Miles.
The Miles she knew wasn't the type to participate in something so underhanded. He wasn't a bad person.
That was her baseline assumption. If she was wrong? Well, then she'd spent her whole life misjudging people—and she'd applaud Miles for fooling her so thoroughly.
But how had he ended up following that account? How had he seen those posts?
...Master.
She had no choice but to assume Master had manipulated him. No other explanation made sense.
But why?
Why lure Miles in?
Did he want him to find out? Was the goal humiliation? Or just entertainment?
...Never mind that.
Miles hadn't seemed to recognize her in the video.
How could he not know...? But then again, naive as he was, maybe it was possible.
If he had known, he wouldn't have been able to hide it.
She would've noticed—one way or another.
Seeing a woman who resembled the girl he loved flaunting her naked, sensual body—any man would've been drawn to that. Of course he'd followed the account.
Hana could understand that much.
Miles isn't at fault here.
The real problem was Master—the puppeteer pulling strings from above, trying to manipulate everything.
He promised it was just for him...!!
She remembered it vividly.
He'd said the videos were just for his personal collection, that she had nothing to worry about.
...He promised.
But he broke that promise.
At some point, without her knowledge, he'd exposed her most private moments on Bluebird.
The thought of countless strangers masturbating to videos of her body and her sexual acts filled her with disgust—
Disgust—
Disgust—?
Drip—
"Nngh...!"
Mid-step, Hana clenched her thighs together and covered her crotch with her hand.
Her soaked panties had long been tossed in the trash, and her jeans—now dry and back to their original color—were the only thing covering her bare lower half.
But just now, her arousal had seeped through, dampening the fabric right below her sex.
The thought of countless men jerking off to her leaked videos—
Her body had reacted on its own, excitement triggering an involuntary rush of slick.
"Ugh...!"
Once it started, it wouldn't stop.
Just to be sure, she slid a finger between her legs.
Slick—
The rough texture of denim was nowhere to be felt.
Instead, her fingertip met a sticky, slippery warmth—like a snail's trail.
She pulled her hand back and examined it.
Glossy, transparent arousal—undeniably hers—coated her fingers.
She pressed her thumb and index finger together, then pulled them apart.
A lewd, glistening thread stretched between them.
"Haah...♥"
Before she knew it, her breath had turned hot and ragged.
This isn't good. I haven't even confronted Master yet.
If she let herself get this worked up, she'd end up begging for his dick before she could say a word.
She couldn't afford to get excited.
Couldn't afford to go into heat.
Stay calm.
Breathe.
Think pure thoughts.
Master was the one who messed up.
She had nothing to be ashamed of.
She just needed to hear his explanation.
Make him repent for his mistake.
That's all.
That's all...
BANG—!
"Jesus—what the hell?!"
Hana slammed the Pleasure Room door open, startling Yang Taegum mid-action.
He'd been sitting on the bed, fiddling with something, when her violent entrance made him jump.
But she barely registered his reaction.
Her face flushed crimson with fury, she screamed at the top of her lungs:
"GIVE ME YOUR DICK!!!"
"Huh?"
Yang Taegum's brain short-circuited.
This was not the confrontation he'd imagined.
...
Let's rewind a bit.
Hana had been profoundly unsatisfied with her night with Miles.
Sure, she'd indulged her sadistic side and gotten some thrills out of it.
But it hadn't given her the same blissful climax or fulfillment she got with Master.
She'd tried masturbating with the semen-filled condom stuffed in her panties, but it wasn't nearly enough.
In the end, she'd fallen asleep exhausted, left with nothing but frustration.
This morning, she'd planned to finger herself relentlessly until Miles woke up—
But then she saw his phone.
All those pent-up emotions evaporated in an instant, replaced by white-hot rage that drove her here.
But as her fury cooled and she analyzed the situation objectively, her perspective shifted.
Miles had followed and watched those videos—but he wasn't at fault. Any man would've done the same! She understood that.
Master, though?
He messed up!
He broke his promise and did something unforgivable!
Though, to his credit, he had censored her face with black bars in the videos.
And when she thought about it... was it really that bad if countless men jerked off to her?
It wasn't like they knew her face or would ever meet her. What did it matter if they saw her pussy and ass?
In fact, reading comments about how her tits and asshole had turned them on filled her with pride.
Ah! My breasts and ass got them hard! I can make their dicks throb at will!
With that liberating mindset, her anger toward Bluebird faded.
What remained was pure, unadulterated lust—
A hunger for pleasure in its rawest form.
So the moment she kicked the door open, she demanded his dick.
Thrust—thrust—thrust—thrust—
"Masterrr♥ You messed up, didn't you?! Didn't youuu?!♥"
Now, she was straddling Yang Taegum on the bed, riding his cock with her ass as she pounded herself on him.
Determined to make up for last night's unsatisfying pleasure, she'd fully embraced her inner slut.
Too lazy to take off her jeans—or maybe too impatient for pleasure—
She'd used her telekinesis to tear open the crotch, exposing her pussy and asshole before mounting him.
The bed creaked under their frenzied fucking, her ample breasts bouncing wildly beneath her sweater.
As the familiar, scorching pleasure built in her ass, her eyes rolled back in euphoria.
"Ah..."
Yang Taegum had stopped thinking altogether.
How had a crisis he'd deemed life-threatening devolved into give me your dick?
His brain couldn't comprehend it.