Chapter 70
Chapter 70
While Hana rested on a bench inside the building, Miles had briefly stepped away to fetch her some water.
Yang Taegum leaned in close to her, his voice a husky whisper as she sat there, her face flushed and her breath uneven.
"Did it feel good? Pissing yourself like that in the elevator. And then shamelessly letting out a fart too... Ugh. Lucky for you, no one else heard."
"......♥"
Hana's face burned crimson, and she ducked her head in shame at his words.
Watching her ears turn bright red, Yang Taegum smirked in satisfaction before pressing further.
"First time having fingers shoved up your ass. How'd it feel?"
The question was brutally explicit.
How'd it feel? What was she even supposed to say?
It hurt like I was being torn apart, but in the end, it felt so good I thought I'd lose my mind?
Or that the pleasure was so overwhelming I nearly blacked out?
How could she possibly put into words the depraved sensations that had overtaken her in that brief moment inside the elevator?
Hana couldn't bring herself to lift her head, her fingers only twitching against the bench seat. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
"...I-It was... too much...♥"
The voice she managed to squeeze out was barely audible, not even forming a proper sentence.
In the end, Hana gave up on answering altogether, hugging her knees and staring down at her feet.
Her damp stockings and high heels seemed to lay bare her current state, making her even more ashamed.
Yet despite the humiliation, she couldn't stop remembering the overwhelming fullness inside her, the way her asshole had stretched to its limit, and the intense climax that had followed. Her backdoor tingled, heat pulsing through it.
'Ah...♥'
Her asshole, still loose from the thick fingers that had plunged in and out of it, twitched obscenely, as if begging for Master's massive cock to be shoved inside again.
She knew exactly how that would feel—and the memory of what had happened in the elevator made her lower belly burn.
"Nngh...♥"
As Hana sat there, head bowed and unsure what to do, Yang Taegum pressed even harder.
"Your thoughts."
"Eek...♥"
At his blunt command, she flinched, shoulders trembling.
Realizing she couldn't delay answering any longer, Hana desperately tried to recall the sensations from earlier.
The memory of Master's fingers—and the thin stockings—violating her deepest places.
The rough, grating texture of the fabric scraping against her delicate inner walls, the pain that had been just as perverse and intense as the pleasure.
Hana lifted her hands from the bench and covered her burning cheeks instead.
The voice that slipped through her fingers was thin with shame but unmistakably laced with arousal.
"...I-I don't know...♥ It just... It just felt good...♥ It hurt... and burned... and when the stockings... rubbed inside...♥"
The more she spoke, the more the sensations came rushing back, making her squirm. Her taut ass cheeks ground against the bench in slow, needy circles.
She hesitated, unable to continue.
Then she remembered—she had disobeyed Master's order in the elevator.
He had told her to hold back, not to come.
But her filthy asshole had climaxed on its own, defying his command.
Was that why he was tormenting her with these humiliating questions now?
Yet, perversely, Hana felt a sweet thrill at the thought—proof that she truly belonged to him.
"I-I'm sorry...♥ I... came on my own...♥ Made those... weird noises... and leaked... all over...♥ So shameless...♥"
Her voice grew smaller and smaller, until the last words were nearly inaudible.
Tears glistened in her eyes, visible between her fingers.
She wanted Master's praise, but the shame of her own body's lewd reactions tormented her.
Yang Taegum found her adorable but kept his tone casual.
"It's fine, so stop crying. Who cares about breaking a stupid little order?"
His unexpectedly kind words made the emotions she'd been holding back surge up all at once—both the lingering humiliation and the relief.
It was just a simple reassurance, but coming from the same man who had pushed her to her limits in the elevator, it resonated deeply.
Hana nodded slowly, then let him help her stand on shaky legs.
"Ah, Hana. You okay now?"
Miles, who had just returned, handed her the water he'd bought, his voice laced with concern.
"Mhm... I'm fine now. Thanks for the water, Miles."
"Yeah? Good."
Relieved, Miles led them back toward their original destination—the clothing store.
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The three of them stepped inside the store to finally pick out clothes for Yang Taegum.
The place was spacious, with bright lights and racks of colorful outfits that made the two hunters hesitate.
"How about this one?"
"Ah, that's a bit... Got anything simpler?"
"Hmm... The simpler stuff is over there."
"No, Miles. Taegum would look better in something more..."
Hana chatted cheerfully with Miles as they searched for the perfect outfit for their Master.
The thought of picking out clothes for him herself made her heart race.
"Then how about trying these on? Pick whichever one you like."
"Ugh, fine. I'll go try them on. You two look around too."
"Hehe...♥"
Hana gazed at Yang Taegum with honey-dripping eyes, only to quickly look away when she noticed Miles watching her.
"Ah, actually, I need to use the restroom first. Been constipated lately, so it might take a while."
Yang Taegum whispered to Miles when Hana wasn't looking.
"You should pick something out for Hana too."
"Ah."
Miles nodded in understanding.
As Yang Taegum headed to the restroom, a text arrived on Hana's phone.
[Bring whatever clothes he picks to the fitting room]
"...!!"
She quickly tucked her phone away and glanced around.
Miles was browsing the women's section, likely looking for something to gift her.
"......♥"
After a moment's hesitation, Hana casually wandered closer, pretending to browse.
Soon enough, Miles shyly held out an outfit and asked if she wanted to try it on.
It was a tight black dress with a deep back cutout—a design that left little to the imagination.
Blushing, Hana accepted the gift and nodded.
"Mhm... Thanks, Miles. I'll go try it on...?"
Her walk was awkward, her stockings still damp and her asshole twitching, but she managed to slip into a fitting room.
Once inside, she drew the curtain shut and finally let out a breath.
She undressed, peeling off her soaked stockings.
Then—
The curtain rustled open behind her, and a familiar warmth pressed close.
She whirled around in shock.
"M-Master...♥!"
"Missed me?"
Yang Taegum smirked, securing the curtain firmly behind him.
Now, in this cramped, enclosed space, it was just the two of them.
A perfectly tamed bitch and the Master who would play with her here.
Outside, the muffled sounds of other shoppers and staff echoed faintly.
"Haa... Nngh...♥"
Hana felt the same excitement from the elevator rushing back.
Being trained and owned by Master in a public place—this sweet, stolen moment was everything she craved.
"Strip."
"Yes...♥"
Obediently, she shed the rest of her clothes, baring her beautiful naked body.
Overcome with sudden shyness, she tried to cover herself, but under Master's stern gaze, she slowly lowered her hands, exposing her full breasts and glistening, soaked pussy.
"M-Master... People are right outside...♥"
Her voice trembled with nervousness.
Unlike the elevator, this was a quiet space.
If she let out even the slightest moan, the staff—or Miles—might hear.
But instead of answering, Yang Taegum gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Ah...♥"
Seeing the unbearable mischief and desire swirling in his gaze, Hana shuddered, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of what depraved acts were about to happen in this fitting room.
She knew exactly what he intended—she just prayed Miles wouldn't find out.
Not that Yang Taegum cared in the slightest.