28-IF. What If I Got Caught? (2)
What would another girl feel if she heard something like this? It wasn't hard to imagine since I was just like that not long ago. She'd probably feel utterly horrified, clutching her head in despair and collapsing to the ground. But I didn't feel that way. No, it wasn't that I didn't feel it... it was more like this tingling sensation surging inside me felt so good, the overwhelming excitement making me ignore everything else.
Every time my heart thundered through my body, my sensitive spots grew hotter and hotter. The lust-filled gazes pouring down on me right now, that look of contempt on their faces—it was insanely arousing. Their eyes, so cold you couldn't believe they were looking at a fellow human, rained down on my body. There was none of the ordinary warmth I'd get from casual encounters; it was the gaze reserved for something utterly lowly and insignificant.
...And who could blame them? Here I was, outside without a stitch of clothing—not even a thread—when I could've run away, but I didn't. A filthy slut who chose not to escape. No one could see me as a normal person after that. I knew all this in my head, but feeling those gazes directly was something else entirely. Like icy needles piercing my skin, each glance chipping away at my self-worth, prickling painfully. It felt disgusting, like cold mud sticking to the soles of my feet, my whole body being defiled. Hot, sticky emotions rose right up to my throat. Humiliation and arousal twisted together into a unique ecstasy that filled me completely.
It feels... so good... Hot breaths escaped me in ragged gasps under their contemptuous stares. Tae-min turned the key in his hand with a click. He toyed with it for a moment, spinning it in his palm, then suddenly looked up. Without asking permission, he shoved his phone right in my face. A notification chimed—ding.
Is he... filming me right now? It wasn't just a photo. The way he kept holding the phone steady toward me, combined with that sound... it had to be a video. My heart started pounding wildly. I'd never imagined getting caught like this on camera. Especially not by someone I knew—Tae-min, of all people. My already foggy brain went completely blank again, and in that frozen moment, the camera captured everything. I didn't even have time to cover myself in shock.
...No, I wasted that time just standing there frozen. I have no choice if I want the key back. This is all because of that key... I have to obey. There's no other way. I don't know what he'll do to me next, but it sure as hell won't be anything good. I'd never even slept with a guy before, but I could imagine it plenty well. After getting caught in this ridiculous state, they won't just let me go. At the very least, I'll be losing my virginity to these guys. And yet, my body kept heating up. My lower belly clenched tight, like it was expecting it.
My precious first time, guarded so carefully until now, about to be helplessly taken by guys who are just acquaintances—not even someone I love. It's all because I got off on wandering around naked outside... because I made that stupid request to Yeji that I never should've. If I hadn't done that, this wouldn't have happened... It's all my fault. So I have no choice. Regret stabbed sharply in one corner of my chest. But strangely, in another corner, a faint anticipation for what was to come seeped in. Even facing the crisis of my most treasured first experience being used up like a worthless toy, the arousal kept surging. The two conflicting emotions churned wildly in my chest, creating a suffocating pressure that clogged my throat.
"Tell me yourself what you were doing out here."
Tae-min's voice was soft, but it sank with a cold edge. Jong-woo stayed silent, just smirking as he watched my reaction—probably didn't want his voice on the video. Seeing that made my pathetic state, sprawled amid the trash like garbage, feel even more miserable. Here I was, filthy and naked, and instead of helping, they were toying with me like a plaything, forcing me to say embarrassing things. Swallowing was even hard. My tongue trembled unwittingly, my lips dry.
How the hell am I supposed to say this? What was I doing here? In front of guys—and on camera, no less? Sure, Tae-min might've heard some from Yeji... but I had no idea how much she'd told them. If I spilled everything myself, I could never face them again. If I confessed it all honestly, they'd know I'm a total pervert... it'd be over. I bit my lip hard, but I could feel my face burning hot. My awkward knees fidgeted restlessly.
Tae-min chuckled softly and crooked his finger slowly. The key dangled from it, spinning in the air.
"Not gonna say?"
His voice was gentle, laced with mocking scorn. Behind him, Jong-woo smiled silently, like he was sneering. Seeing that, it hit me. The way they looked at me had changed completely... no going back. They had no intention of letting me go—they planned to play with me however they wanted. If I confessed every twisted thought in my head, it might end me as a woman. And that was thrilling. Exciting. Tension squeezed my chest tight. Polite words slipped out naturally.
"Y-yes... I asked Yeji to hide the key for me... I thought it'd feel good to search for it outside, like a treasure hunt..."
"What feels so good about it? You like treasure hunts that much?"
Tae-min played dumb, asking as if he knew nothing. He had to know—seeing me naked right now made it obvious—but he pretended otherwise. I swallowed dryly without thinking. I have to tell them... everything.
"W-wandering around... with nothing on at all... it gets me so excited... it feels really good..."
Once I started, it felt like tumbling down an irreversible slope. Revealing everything to people who knew me, without holding back... it was more horrifying and pathetic than I'd imagined. Like destroying myself with my own hands. Tension gripped my heart so tight I couldn't breathe.
"I put all my clothes in the suitcase on purpose, in case I got scared and wanted to quit. That key... it's for the suitcase..."
But even in that feeling, there was definitely a thrill of perverse pleasure. The betrayal of exposing my secret myself. Realizing it sent a shiver racing down my spine.
"So you asked her to hide it outside? What if you got caught? You out of your mind?"
"......"
I bit my lip. My heart pounded. What if I got caught... I hadn't thought that way. If I'd planned for the worst, I never would've tried this in the first place. It was game over anyway. Disaster anyway... I'd planned this "game" with zero preparation from the start. Not even a plan for finding the key. If I'd really wanted it back, I'd have thought of something else. A spare key, or making it glow or beep... or limiting the search area. What were the odds of finding that tiny key out here in this vast space? Even if Yeji had hidden it as I asked—instead of giving it to Tae-min—and tucked it somewhere invisible like a rock crevice or vending machine gap, I never would've found it. I couldn't linger in one spot like this anyway... I'd have failed for sure. I'd bet everything—my clothes, my dignity, my shame—on those slim odds.
The key in Tae-min's hand glinted in the light. The thing I'd desperately searched for. But now... honestly, something even more stimulating had my attention. Maybe I'd wanted to get caught from the beginning. Wanted someone to see me, blackmail me, toy with me however they pleased... maybe I'd been waiting for it deep down. My head spun in chaos. No matter what I did or what face I made, Jong-woo and Tae-min would never respect me. They'd treat me like a toy. Their expressions right now confirmed it. And... maybe, just maybe—not a little, but a lot—I'd been waiting for that too.
Tae-min's lips curved up higher.
"Hey, spread your legs."
"Hnn...!"
I squeezed my eyes shut. A thrilling jolt raced up my spine, wrapping around my whole body. There'd been a playful edge until now, but not anymore... this was different. Tae-min's tone wasn't lighthearted joking. It was solid, forceful pressure, assuming no refusal, bent only on his will. His gaze deepened, squeezing my body like a vise. No escape, nowhere to hide. This was all my doing. My throat clogged despite trying to swallow. And yet, my heart raced like it would burst. Without any thought of resistance or refusal, I slowly spread my legs. As they parted, the drenched skin between them made a wet squelch. My pussy, soaked with lewd juices, spread open before the boys' eyes. And it wasn't just for show. Every move I made was being captured on camera. Undeniable proof...
Sticky gazes raked over me like they wanted to devour me. So vivid, like a tongue slowly licking down my skin. My throat burned trying to swallow. My legs weakened, my body losing balance, instinctively thrusting my hips forward. Standing like this in front of friends... my lower belly clenched tight. A shame so intense no normal girl could even imagine it—and yet, more lewd fluid leaked from my filthy hole.