28-IF. What If I Got Caught? (3)
I raise my hands, which have nowhere else to go, and pull my pussy lips apart on both sides. It's not just the space between my legs that gets captured by the camera—every inch inside is exposed without mercy. Naturally, Tae-min's gaze pierces right in there. His stare is so intense it feels like it'll melt me into nothingness, drilling straight into the hole. Even though it's just a simple gaze and a camera lens watching me—no physical touch—my insides feel sticky, as if fingers are sliding over them.
Tae-min doesn't even blink. He just stares down at that blatantly exposed spot, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Looks good."
That one comment sets my whole body ablaze. I'm so embarrassed and humiliated I want to run away right now, but my body reacts honestly in the opposite way. From my already soaked pussy, transparent fluid drips out like someone's turned on a faucet. My nipples, hard and erect since earlier, throb desperately, begging for attention. Reacting like I'm in heat all on my own, without anyone touching me... I really am a perverted freak.
In a situation like this... no, because it's this dangerous, I'm getting even more excited.
"Ha, what the hell."
From the side, Jong-woo, who's been quietly watching Tae-min film, suddenly clicks his tongue.
"To think I... with a slut like this. Fuck, seriously."
A flicker of complex emotion crosses Jong-woo's face—contempt, regret, and something deeper buried underneath. But he brushes it all away, running his hand over his face repeatedly as he lets out a deep sigh. Then, as if he never cared about his voice getting into the video, he stomps right up to me.
Caught off guard by the sudden shift, I freeze in place with my legs spread wide. Jong-woo grabs my chin with one hand.
"Hey, do you even get what's happening right now? You're done for, you filthy slut. I'll make sure you never have a normal college life."
He yanks my chin up forcefully, yelling right in my face. Clear rage burns in his eyes. Why is he suddenly like this? What did I do wrong? My head spins in confusion. I can't tell if his anger is just simple contempt or something deeper. Just moments ago, he was laughing along with Tae-min, crushing me like it was all a game—but now it's completely different. There's real hatred in his eyes.
"Getting off on this kind of shit, you... fuck... "
Jong-woo's grip tightens. His fingers dig into my chin, painful enough to bruise. Instinctively, I grab his wrist with both hands, but he has no intention of letting go. Instead, he pushes harder. With his free hand, he slaps down on my breast.
"Kyak!"
It hurts. Burning pain spreads through my whole body. My breast jiggles violently for a split second, and my nipple throbs like it's going to tear off. It's so sudden I can't even react. The spot where his palm hit grows hotter and hotter. But even hotter is Jong-woo's gaze—fierce, flickering like flames, laced with intense emotion as he glares down at me.
Tae-min just films it all silently with his phone, watching with obvious interest on his face. He doesn't say a word, just seems to be enjoying the show. No intention of helping at all...
Even after that unfair slap, there's nothing I can do. I don't even know what set him off, so I just hold my breath, trembling as faint pleasure mixes with the sharp pain.
Jong-woo's fingers tremble slightly as he stands there in front of me. He glares for a long while, then exhales deeply, like he's convincing himself.
"Ha, you're such a pathetic bitch."
Those words crush my chest like falling bricks. I can read it in his eyes—the moment he decides to erase me from his life. A cold, resolute determination not to acknowledge my existence anymore. That icy reaction drags my emotions lower than any insult or contempt ever could. It feels like I've done something truly unforgivable as a person... a bitter sense of guilt tightens around my chest.
"I'm out."
"It's just getting fun—where you going? Not joining?"
Jong-woo suddenly turns to leave. Tae-min, phone in hand and glancing between us, furrows his brow slightly in surprise. He reaches out lightly to stop him, but Jong-woo shrugs it off brusquely.
"What, you're really leaving?"
"Forget it. You keep going."
His voice sounds rough, shaky. I stare blankly at the scene, still holding my pussy wide open.
"No, you're not usually like this. Why'd you even follow if you're gonna bail?"
Tae-min's words make Jong-woo pause for a moment. But he doesn't turn back, disappearing into the dormitory.
Tae-min chuckles and clicks his tongue. "Ha, what's with the sudden mood swing."
He runs a hand through his hair and looks back down at me—playful, but now with a sharp, unmasked glint in his eyes.
"...But whatever. Doesn't matter. We keep going, right?"
My breath catches. It feels like a cold hand gripping my throat.
"Hey, you're still spreading it wide in a situation like this? You're a born pervert slut."
Tae-min scans me up and down, scoffing in disbelief. Humiliation floods me hotly. How long have I been exposed like this in front of a guy? Couldn't I have covered up during the commotion? I just stood there frozen, but he interprets it differently.
"Hey, see that?"
Tae-min nods toward something. When I knocked over the trash can earlier, a round hotbar had rolled out with it. Someone must've taken one bite and tossed it—despite the dirt and sand stuck to it, it still looked mostly intact.
"Masturbate with that."
For a moment, I can't process what he said. That's trash. How am I supposed to masturbate with that? But the next instant, his intent hits me. He thinks trash suits my filthy, rolling-on-the-floor body. But there's a problem. The hotbar, thick for texture, is too big for my virgin pussy that's never taken anything—not even a guy's cock.
...I never thought it was that thick when I ate one, but imagining it inside makes it feel huge. It's my first time... Putting something like that in would shred my hymen. Losing my virginity—not to a man, but to trash? Even being forced by a guy would be devastating enough, but this is more wretched... dragged all the way to rock bottom.
With trembling hands, I pick up the hotbar. Up close, the sand clinging to it looks even dirtier, more disgusting. The grains are soaked in grease, with weird marks from being crushed under trash. No matter how I look up at Tae-min, his stern expression doesn't soften.
As I hesitate, he snaps, "Hurry up!"
My heart drops. I feel his cold gaze slide down my face, and instinctively grip the hotbar tighter. Before I can speak, he snickers.
"Scared?"
His mockery chokes me like a collar. I want to run, but there's nowhere to go. Of course I'm scared. I braced for teasing from guys, but not this. I never imagined it'd get this pathetic. Waves of resentment and humiliation crash over me. I swallow the emotions rising in my throat, but my eyes keep welling up. Did I really do something that bad? I just wanted to feel good a little...
Misery and despair pile up, weighing down my body. Like sinking into a black swamp, deeper into the abyss. But there's also that subtle thrill. The lower I fall, the more wretched I feel, the sharper the perverse pleasure stabs me. Soaking my crotch, stiffening my nipples.
What if I lose my first time to trash... how pathetic would that be? I bite my lip to hide the rising anticipation and slowly lift the hotbar. Aligning it with the hole below isn't easy. I have to rub the cold, dirty meat around naturally. Sand caught between my sensitive folds scratches roughly. Without meaning to, it gets slick with my juices in seconds.
I force the hotbar into the lewd, dripping hole. Already soaked, it slides in easily. I feel it forcibly spreading the place nothing's ever entered. Maybe a finger's width in, something gives slightly. I know exactly what it is. My hymen.
I'm really doing this... My one and only first time, given meaninglessly to trash. Even if I force some meaning onto it, it's just amusing Tae-min. I shove it in, by force. Bracing my arm, I ram the hotbar deeper.
Snap. The sound of my hymen tearing echoes inside me. In that instant, a heavy, piercing pain shoots through my body from top to bottom.