28-IF. What If I Got Caught? (4)
I hear it clearly. Something inside me snapping, shattering into pieces. In an instant, a scorching sensation erupts from my lower belly and floods through my entire body. The meaty lump I've shoved in surges deep, and I feel my insides slowly ripping open, parting like they're being torn apart. It's really in. With my own hand, I've really shoved it inside...
Before I can even draw a breath, my body convulses on instinct. Pure agony rips through me like flesh tearing apart, bending me forward involuntarily. Even in this frenzy of arousal, it's too much for a hole that's never taken anything foreign to accept that hotbar. Transparent juices trickle down the hotbar still poking at my pussy, mingled with thick red blood. Proof that my one precious something has been utterly defiled.
Humiliation and shame stab into my lungs like knives, relentlessly piercing me. These thorny emotions carve away at my dignity bit by bit, and my shattered self-esteem scatters across the floor like broken glass shards. And yet... strangely, a hot, eerie sensation creeps up from the depths of my chest. My heart, stimulated by the pain, starts pounding wildly. My fingertips go ice-cold, while the blood racing through my veins burns like fire across my skin.
I don't need to see it—every sensitive nerve tells me what's happening inside, what exactly is jammed into my pussy. The sharp pain gives way to the bumpy texture of the bitten-off hotbar tip, the gritty sand grains scraping between my folds. I lower my head, and the jumbled trash strewn across the brick floor swims into view. My body feels just like that garbage. Worthless rubbish rolling around on the ground. The kind you toy with for fun, toss aside when you're done...
And yet, the trembling in my fingertips feels all too familiar. Undeniable excitement, a thrilling rush. Pleasure sweeps through me. Even as my precious first time vanishes into worthless plaything territory, with no value or dignity... my body is aroused. Even as my flesh becomes a cheap toy, mocked by a single word, dizzying ecstasy keeps overwhelming the horror. It's so utterly pathetic... but that makes it feel even better. Something must be broken in my head. I'm plummeting into an endless abyss, yet my overheated body only heightens the emotions.
It stings and prickles, but my pussy muscles writhe in colorful spasms, savoring the hotbar inside me. Pleasure slowly overlays the pain, layer by layer. My legs quiver like they're seizing. I look up, and Tae-min's gaze is still fixed on me from above. Those sharp, cold eyes that pinned me down are shaking now, confusion plain as day, his pupils trembling faintly.
"Y-you... that was your first time?" His voice stumbles, like he's denying reality, unable to believe it. His face twists in the bewilderment of someone witnessing the impossible. He must've assumed I wasn't a virgin. How much of a slut did he think I was?
Staring at him, irony sharpens the reality. He really saw me as some bottom-barrel bitch... The contempt and disdain radiating from him make my heart pound like it might burst. It only excites me more. His dark eyes watching me through the phone screen feel like they're binding me tight. Thorny cynicism gleams in them clearly.
"For real... you're even worse than I thought."
His low mutter wraps around me like a rope. My heart clenches with a sharp thrill. This endless plunge to the bottom—it's so exhilarating. He's seen it all. Even as I lose my virginity to literal trash and writhe in ecstasy, he's caught me. No resistance to his blackmail, just obeying and loving every second—it's all out in the open, every last bit.
A fishy chuckle echoes. Inside me, humiliation, shame, and... rapturous excitement swirl in a vortex. Tae-min clicks his tongue and sneers at the sight. I must look ridiculous, thrashing around when he hasn't even started yet. But... the excitement filling my chest feels so incredibly good... I can't pretend nothing's happening.
My hand moves on its own. Sliding the hotbar deeper now is effortless. Psychological barriers and fear wash away in the rush of illicit pleasure. "H-ha, ah, aaah! U-ugh...! Haa!" I shake the hotbar up and down frantically. My gushing juices act like lube as I ram the filthy thing in and yank it out fast. The bumpy hotbar and intruding sand grains create alien stimulation. It's as thrilling as flashing my secret parts in public. The weird satisfaction and depravity of stuffing something into my hole mix into lewd, delicious sensations that keep building.
This feels amazing. Even though it's filthy trash... even though I don't know who ate it or how long it festered in the bin... it feels incredible. No—that's exactly why it's so thrilling. Crossing that line of defiling my own body... it feels so good. I've given my first time to something this dirty. Now I'm practically the bride of this trash. A filthy slut. Garbage not even worth calling a whore.
"Ha, ha, haaah...! Ah, aaang...! Hnng...!" My hips twist in an instant, pleasure surging to the tips of my hair. No more pain—just intense ecstasy. My breasts jiggle wildly with my furious arm pumps. Each dull ache from their bounce, each hard thrust of the hotbar inside, chokes off my breath. A girl shamelessly fucking her pussy in front of a guy. You're real trash. Worse than trash. That's why you're getting fucked by trash.
Self-degrading words bubble up in my mind. Each one sends shivers from head to toe. Unmistakable pleasure torments my body. Fierce waves crash through me, chills racing up my spine to my brain. Electric ecstasy surges along my nerves. The waves turn my mind white in seconds.
"Haa! Aaah! Hwaaaang! Aaaaah! Haaaang!" My hole spasms wildly, clenching the hotbar tight. Tension seizes my whole body, hips bucking as I collapse forward. My head hits the floor, but there's no room for pain. Time fractures; sensations shatter in violent orgasm ripping through me.
"...Fuck."
From afar, an admiring curse drifts in. I don't know how long I rode those echoing waves of pleasure. Coming to, I'm rolling in the trash. Lingering aftershocks make me tremble finely; hot pants rasp from my lips. My twitching pussy muscles crush the hotbar like they're broken. No strength left in my body. It hurts. Everything hurts... but it felt so good. ...I'll never forget this.
Pushing through the trash, shoes approach. No—Tae-min's shoed feet draw near. He squats right in front of me, staring intently.
"Hey, how much of a slut do you have to be to go that hard right away when I tell you to?" Even after seeing the blood from my pussy, knowing I'd sacrificed my first time, he says that. But his face beams with a smile. Filming done, he taps his phone satisfyingly, chuckling. Like a hunter who's bagged prime prey, victory curls his lips. I feel his clear sense of conquest.
"Kinda sucks I didn't get your virginity, but whatever—I wasn't gonna stick it in that dirty hole anyway. Good footage, so I'll let it slide."
The video... what'll he do with it? He won't keep it to himself. He'll show his buddies for sure. Or upload it online maybe. My body, cooling from climax, shivers. What now? How do I live from here? If rumors spread and everyone stares... what do I do? Imagining that moment brings a surreal terror crashing down.
But no time for worries. Tae-min grabs my hair with one hand, yanking my head up forcibly.
"Open your mouth."