Chapter 67 - Department Store
Chapter 67 - Department Store
"Hah..."
Hana opened her eyes.
Dazed, she stared blankly at the ceiling before realizing she was lying in bed, covered by a blanket.
Rustle—
The blanket still carried a faint, pleasant scent—likely freshly laundered not too long ago. She pushed it aside and sat up, scanning her surroundings.
"..."
Beside her, Miles lay fast asleep, completely dead to the world...
The sheer, provocative negligee she had been wearing was gone, replaced by a modest pink pajama set adorned with cute rabbits.
She didn't recall ever owning sleepwear like this...
Must be Master's taste, she thought, dismissing the thought.
What exactly happened last night?
Slowly, she pieced together her memories.
Last night.
Following Master's orders, she had drugged Miles with sleeping pills...
Then came the monumental loss of her virginity atop his unconscious body...
And—the filthy mess splattered all over Miles...!
A jolt of panic shot through her, her scalp prickling as her face drained of color. Frantically, she turned to inspect Miles.
Thankfully, his previously soiled state—ripe with stench—was nowhere to be seen. Someone had thoroughly cleaned him, leaving no trace behind.
"Haah..."
Placing a hand over her pounding chest, she exhaled in relief.
Now that she thought about it, her memories after showering with Master were hazy.
She remembered finishing their passionate womb-pounding session, surrendering to Master's gentle hands as he washed her clean.
But after that...
She had been carried out in a princess hold, nestled snugly against Master's warm, comforting embrace...
So warm...
So comfortable...
"Ah."
Right.
She must have dozed off in his arms.
The thought of falling asleep while being held by a man sent a rush of embarrassment flooding through her, and she ducked her head, cheeks burning.
Then... did Master also... take care of Miles?
Of course.
If Miles had woken up to that mess, it would've been an absolute disaster.
Grateful for Master's thorough cleanup, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, intending to stand—
Stumble—
"Kyahk?!"
Her legs gave out, and she barely caught herself with her hands before collapsing onto the floor.
Only then did the lingering aches throughout her body make themselves known.
"Ngh...!"
Her pussy throbbed faintly, sore from being repeatedly impaled by Master's Ultra Cock...
Her womb, violated twice by that monstrous thing, protested with dull discomfort.
And her nipples—whether from rubbing against her pajamas while she slept—sent jolts of pleasure through her with even the slightest movement, making it impossible to act carelessly.
Patches... I need the patches.
Her nipples, forcibly heightened by Master's torture devices, had become so sensitive that without something covering them, the accumulating pleasure would push her to climax—rendering normal daily life impossible.
Holding up the front of her pajamas to minimize contact, she couldn't muster the strength in her weakened legs to stand.
Instead, she crawled on all fours toward her bag where the nipple patches were stored.
Ziiip—
Opening the bag, she carefully applied the patches to her nipples.
The relief was immediate, the overwhelming pleasure dialing back enough for her to breathe easier...
Out of habit, she pulled out her phone and checked the screen.
"?"
A single message awaited her.
Unlocking it, her face brightened when she saw it was from Master.
"This is the last special service..."
Ah.
He must have meant the cleanup—something he had to handle because she'd fallen asleep.
"Pfft."
Before she knew it, she was laughing.
The message had been sent in the early hours of the morning.
The mental image of Master—exhausted after cleaning up, returning home, and typing out this message—sent her into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
"Master... ♥ Thank you ♥"
Muttering to herself, she crawled back to bed and managed to haul herself onto it.
It was still too early to start her morning routine, and after last night's violent mating session with Master, both her body and mind were utterly drained.
"Sleep well, Miles."
Pulling the blanket up to her chest, she turned away from Miles and closed her eyes.
.........
After breakfast.
Hana watched awkwardly as Miles, still confused about when he'd fallen asleep, rubbed his head.
She lied smoothly—telling him she'd had a great time last night and suggesting they do it again sometime.
The way he nodded, face red, made her feel a little guilty.
But it had been necessary.
Downing a glass of cold water helped ease her conscience somewhat.
"Let's go to the department store today. We still have things to buy, right?"
"Yeah. Should we invite Taegum too?"
"Uh..."
At Hana's suggestion—laced with ulterior motives—Miles hesitated before nodding.
"Sure. He's only taking time off because of us anyway."
"I'll call him, then. You go ahead and shower."
"Got it."
Once Miles disappeared into the bathroom, Hana stepped onto the balcony, closed the door behind her, and dialed Master.
Ring— Click—
[What's up so early in the morning?]
Relieved he picked up so quickly, Hana answered in a cheerful voice.
"Master...! We're planning to go to the department store soon. Would you like to come with us?"
[Department store? Ah, well... I do have some things to buy... Sure. Might as well go together.]
"Yes!"
[Ah, and wear a short skirt today. No panties—you have the pantyhose I gave you, right? Wear those. You know why, don't you?]
"Yesss ♥ I'll wear something that'll please you perfectly ♥"
The call ended.
Humming happily, Hana opened the balcony door—
"Hana?"
"?!"
Her eyes locked with Miles', who stood across from her, towel-drying his hair.
Startled, she froze, eyes wide.
But she quickly composed herself.
"M-Miles? You showered fast!"
"Ah, yeah. Just washed my hair. What were you doing on the balcony?"
"I—I was calling Taegum! Since we're going to the department store together, right? Yeah, I just called him about that!"
"...?"
Joo Taegum?
Wasn't his name Yang Taegum? Since when did he become a Joo?
Miles watched, puzzled, as Hana scurried past him into the bathroom like a fleeing rabbit.
.........
"Ah, good morning, hyung."
"Morning, Taegum. You sure we're not bothering you during your break?"
"Not at all. I was pretty free anyway. Thanks for inviting me."
In front of the department store—still quiet in the early morning—Yang Taegum exchanged brief greetings with Miles before letting his gaze slide over to Hana.
A skirt so short her ass was practically on display, paired with the black pantyhose peeking out from beneath—
She had followed instructions well.
Now, for the final check...
"Let's go in."
"Yep."
Miles led the way inside.
Hana followed, her face slightly flushed.
Yang Taegum brought up the rear, sticking close behind her—
Squeeze—!
"Hyaahh ♥?!"
His hand slipped under her skirt, groping her firm ass.
The sensation of her bare skin through the pantyhose confirmed she wasn't wearing panties.
Pleased she had followed all his orders perfectly, he smirked.
"What's wrong, Hana?"
At her moan, Miles turned around.
He found Hana with a heated expression—and Yang Taegum standing uncomfortably close behind her.
Though... why was his hand on her shoulder?
Squish— Squish—
Hana bit her lip, desperately holding back moans as Master kneaded her ass from behind.
"I-It's nothing, M-Miles..."
"Sunbae Hana almost tripped, so I steadied her."
"Oh, really?"
Accepting the explanation, Miles turned back around.
Sliiide—
"...♥♥?!"
While feigning concern, Yang Taegum continued fondling her ass—
Then slipped his middle and ring fingers straight into her asshole. Through the pantyhose.
Her well-trained rectum recognized its master's fingers, soaking them in slick juices as it greedily sucked them in.
Squelch— Squelch—
Hana jolted at the sudden intrusion.
Not just because he was fingering her openly in front of Miles—but because she hadn't expected him to do it through the pantyhose.
The mesh fabric's soft texture rubbed against her insides, sending waves of pleasure through her as she clenched her lips shut.
Trying not to react, she kept her eyes on Miles.
Thankfully, the angle hid Taegum's assault, and Miles remained oblivious.
From his perspective, it just looked like Yang Taegum had steadied Hana when she nearly fell.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah... ♥ I-I'm fine... ahh ♥♥"
Worried lingering would look suspicious, Yang Taegum withdrew his fingers and stepped back.
His middle and ring fingers glistened with her juices.
No traces of waste—she must have done a thorough enema.
The part of the pantyhose that had been pushed inside her was undoubtedly soaked through.
Like the special panties from before, these pantyhose were also made from unique material.
Some men enjoyed tearing open pantyhose to access a woman's holes directly.
Others preferred thrusting through the fabric, savoring the sensation of her flesh beneath the stretched mesh.
Either way, acquiring such items was easy.
And just like those elastic panties, these pantyhose were nearly impossible to tear.
Sluurp—
He licked his lips and followed them into the department store.