11-IF. What If I Got Caught in the Library? (2)
The place they've dragged me to is the underground parking lot. It's a weekday afternoon, so cars fill nearly every spot, leaving hardly any empty spaces. Built on slanted ground, the entrance connects seamlessly to the surface without steps—thankfully, plenty of sunlight pours in, keeping the lot bright rather than dim and gloomy.
In an empty corner untouched by direct light, the muscular guy, the fat guy, and I stand. A woman with a camera films me from a short distance away. Sweat and arousal have plastered my tight white T-shirt to my skin, revealing the crumpled bra marks above my breasts. Just below, my nipples poke out insistently through the fabric. My skinny jeans hang unzipped, hook undone, with a hint of black pubic hair peeking out in place of panties. The mismatched mess of clothes and body screams disorder, drawing eyes in a strangely captivating way. A vulgar sight no man could ignore, and here I stand before the camera.
The fat guy beckons me impatiently with a flick of his hand.
"H-Hello... I'm Im Ha-yoon, a freshman in Smart Green Mechanical Engineering... I g-got caught exposing and masturbating my b-breasts and pussy in the school library..."
I wave awkwardly at the camera. Filming the video that mortgages my life—under my own direction—makes my limbs tremble nonstop, my breath coming in gasps. My head swims, the commanded lines spilling out without thought. Yet my body thrums with excitement. My thighs are slick, squelching with every shift. Tension keeps my arms and legs fidgeting. My gaze darts—from the camera to the muscular guy, then the fat guy—wandering restlessly.
The muscular guy snaps his fingers, drawing my eyes. Silently, he mouths the order: 'Strip.'
My mind freezes. Here? With people watching, their stares so sharp on me? But unlike my head, my body obeys faithfully. I lift the clinging T-shirt upward. My breasts jiggle slightly from the motion as I pull it off completely. The bra dangles crumpled atop them, just as it was during my masturbation. I leave it and tug at my waistband. The panties, forcibly hiked up and stuck under my ass, stay put while the skinny jeans roll inside-out and slide down alone.
Not a single piece of underwear covers properly—only the soaked, clinging pubic hair hides my pussy, and nothing veils my breasts. I could cover with my hands, but for some reason, I don't want to. Clutching my awkwardly removed clothes, I stare at the camera.
"I-I'm all stripped now..."
The fat guy gestures to drop the clothes on the floor. They're white—they'll get dirty... One corner of my mind scrambles for reasons not to, but my body complies. The skinny jeans and white T-shirt hit the ground. I can't bear to look at them, fixing my eyes on the camera instead.
More lines remain.
"Th-The reason we're filming this is to prove that I... that I asked you all to look at my body... and touch it!" My mouth is parched, but I push on. "Everything that happens from now on... it's all because I want it!"
Now, no matter what happens, this video ensures I can't complain. Police? Useless. My name and department out there? No escape. Rumors could spread, trapping me as their plaything forever. Anyone who might pity me would back off after seeing this. It's hopeless, bleak... it should be. But... what? It doesn't feel that bad. Anticipation. Yeah, that's the word. I'm gripped by intense excitement for what's coming.
Their sticky gazes, Yeji unnie's contemptuous face—certainty that it all continues fills me with joy, tears streaming from my pussy. I spread my legs wide sideways, thrust my hips forward, and part my folds with both hands. Lewd fluid drips in beads to the floor. Doing this pose—something I'd only tried alone—in front of people makes my heart pound wildly.
"I'm a pervert who loves masturbating naked in public even though I'm still a virgin. Please look all you want, touch me... and punish me by hitting me..."
I said it. My face burns crimson. The muscular guy strides over, stomping my discarded clothes into the dirt. The white fabric soils instantly. Seeing it ignites my chest, overwhelming arousal heaving my breaths ragged.
He grabs my jaw hard. His visible muscles match his grip strength—even just holding leaves me unable to twitch.
"You want to be hit?"
"Y-Yes... It gets me excited, feels so good..."
Lust gleams in his eyes. His palm slams my breast. A full-force swing—no mercy—flashes my vision white.
"Aaak!"
Pain incomparable to Yeji unnie's slap surges. Hit on the left, but the right aches too. It feels like it'll tear off, the agony spreading everywhere. Yet overwhelming pleasure races through me too. Hurt... good... hurt... good...
"Hngh..."
A moan escapes. My body goes limp, nearly collapsing, but he clutches my breast, holding me up. Weight on it shakes me with sharp pain. Pleasure like my whole body is being yanked by my tit.
"Ahk, hngh, haaa..."
"You really get off on this shit."
His cold gaze rakes my body, lips twisting in contempt laced with mockery.
The fat guy points below. The camera woman zooms in on my crotch. My pussy foams white love juices, labia swollen thick without a touch. Haa, I really love getting hit... No excuses left.
The fat guy thrusts fingers into my hole without hesitation. Slick fluids suck them right in.
"Eut."
Not deep, but thick fingers fill me. A stranger's touching my pussy. No care at all... like a toy. Short moans burst with each prod. He scrapes my walls relentlessly, savoring my reactions.
"Mm, aa! Haa, haa! Aaa... eung, haaang!"
His merciless fondling—jaw gripped, body toyed with—drives me to climax fast. Regardless of my will, just for their fun, the dehumanizing intensity ignites me. Low, vulgar satisfaction surges from deep within.
"This bitch cums on her own."
Despite their teasing, my solo peak annoys him; his brow furrows.
"S-Sorry... It felt too good... I couldn't help it..."
Jaw still clamped, I barely meet his eyes to apologize. Irrational words to please these men spill from me. They exchange silent glances—some unspoken agreement. Then they move.
The muscular guy seizes my bra draped over my breasts. With minimal effort, it snaps—rrrip—torn away. The fat guy yanks my panties to my ankles; the shocking sight stuns me motionless. Then his thick palm cracks my ass. Muscled hits sting sharply.
"Hey, pervert slut. Stick your ass out."
"Y-Yes..."
I'd obey words alone, but he pounds me just to hit. Thrusting my ass back as ordered lowers my torso against the fat guy's chest. He unzips, hauling out his cock. No shame with his crew filming—just raw desire. Behind, the muscular guy's hot rod nestles in my crack.
The cock before me is small but reeks pungently, intensifying as foreskin peels back, exposing the glans.
"This is what you wanted, right? That's why you strip outdoors, yeah?"
"Y-Yes... I always hoped someone would watch and force me!"
"Then thank us every thrust. Got it?"
Unreasonable demand on a virgin, cock in her face. Yet my pussy weeps joyful tears from overflowing excitement.