28-IF. What If I Got Caught? (6)
Hot water cascades over my head. The streaming water runs down my skin, enveloping my entire body. Every time the forceful jet hits the scrapes from crawling on the street, it stings sharply. My breasts, which I slapped myself, are already swollen bright red and throbbing, and the jaw muscles stretched much wider than usual still feel foreign. Not to mention my pussy, scraped raw on the stone pavement. It's not gushing blood, but even the weak trickle makes it burn fiercely. Yet somehow, even that pain doesn't feel bad.
I lightly brush the swollen skin with my fingertips, and a tingling ache spreads. I take a slow breath. I'd never imagined Tae-min would treat me so aggressively, but aside from that, almost everything I'd fantasized about had come true. Getting caught completely naked without a chance to move, being despised and treated like an object—it was incredibly arousing. And that utterly miserable first time was thrilling beyond words.
The filthy dirt covering my body washes away. Black water swirls at my feet, sucked into the drain. But the wounds etched into my skin don't vanish. If anything, the stinging pain fills my whole body, as if they're carving deeper. Like these scars, today's events will stay etched in my memory forever, unforgettable. No matter who I meet in the future... the fact that my first experience was getting caught by guys I know while rummaging through a dumpster, exposing my pussy and breasts without covering a thing, and offering myself to a dirty hot bar from the trash—it won't change.
I slowly close my eyes. Yeah, this is what I wanted. Being pathetic felt good, crawling on the ground was exciting. A pervert like me really suits being a trash bride. Who would marry a filthy rag like this? Someone like me doesn't deserve to meet anyone. I've always craved this anyway. It turned out exactly how I wanted. Thoughts swirl in my head, forcing justification—whether it's truly what I desired or just self-rationalization. The sensation of hot water flowing down feels strangely sweet. But the moment I face the mirror, my torn lips and bruised cheek glare back. The eyes within flicker hazily. It's a wretched, utterly pathetic sight. Amid the steam enveloping my body, a strangely pleasurable sigh escapes. No matter how much I wash, the sticky sensation clinging to my skin won't fade. I stand like that for a long while, then slowly turn off the faucet. The sound of dripping water echoes in the empty space.
Forcing down a sigh laced with creeping euphoria, I sweep back my wet hair. As I open the bathroom door, lukewarm air hits me, sending chills over my skin. The window I'd left open all night is still wide. Ah, I need to close that... I bite my lip, staring at it. The sun has fully risen, hot morning light pouring in with the breeze. It feels like the outside world's gaze is seeping through the curtainless gap. Normal people might think of warm comfort and gentle peace from morning sun... but this light feels coldly probing, illuminating every corner of the room. My disheveled bed from rushing awake at dawn, my body still bearing red-hot traces of violence—all laid bare under the merciless sunlight.
I slowly press my thighs together. Unlike the throbbing below, my heart races for another reason. Shame blooms alongside an inexplicable sensation. Just closing my eyes brings back the shameful events from moments ago. ...And yet, I don't feel like closing the window. Closing it now even feels more unnatural. But... everything's already been seen, so closing it now would be weird. Even after being forcibly violated and losing my virginity, my heart starts pounding. Like it can't forget the pleasure that set my body ablaze, radiating heat with anticipation. My chest tightens sharply again. In the end, I don't close the window and look around the room. Water droplets trickle down my skin's curves, making rhythmic sounds. When they gather on my breasts and cling to my nipples, a ticklish, pleasurable sensation rises.
But what I'd forgotten—what I have no clothes to wear. No matter how I scan the room, nothing of mine is there. The closet, drawers, bed—all empty. Well, not entirely. Textbooks, notebooks for class, blankets—they're all mine. But nothing to cover my body. Tae-min never gave back the key and just left. The room looks the same, but feels unfamiliar and hollow. Not even a towel or panties to use. At least the air isn't cold—small mercy. I sit on the desk chair by the open window. Sunlight glides over my skin. Warmth seeps through the drying droplets. It's cozy. But that warmth feels alien, like secretly using something I shouldn't.
...Or maybe because I'm naked right by the window. No one's out there yet, but if it weren't the weekend—if it were a weekday—people could appear anytime. My heart's pounding. Feels... good.I'm still out of my mind, huh. After that brutal ordeal, sitting by the window naked in the sunlight is bizarre. No, shameful. But... what does it matter now? I'm a pervert anyway. No longer a virgin—just a real slut. So what. Under skin heated not by the sun but from within, my heart beats slowly. My body dries in the light, but my inner thighs feel slick and wet. It wasn't that long, but my exhausted body loosens naturally. How long was I drying off like that? As my mind blurs, a sudden vibration buzzes in the quiet room.
“……!”
My whole body freezes. My back, leaning on the chair, jerks and trembles. I slowly turn to look at my phone tossed on the bed. Seeing the name on the screen, my heart plummets. Tae-min. Those three letters glow clearly. As I hesitate, it vibrates again. Relentlessly, like saying I can't escape, I have to answer. In the end, I slowly reach out and pick it up. Then, very cautiously, I press the call button.
“What takes you so long to pick up?”
His slow, low voice tickles my ear, seeping in. Tae-min's signature lazy tone. But something hidden in it binds me. Afraid of what might happen if I stay silent, I hurriedly speak.
“……W-why?”
My voice comes out smaller and more trembling than I expected, quivering like a scared animal. He chuckles softly, as if amused. His familiar smile from memory flashes up instantly. But... the one he's wearing now must hold different emotions.
“Time to eat. Come out.”
“……Now?”
I blurt it out in confusion. Thinking of my naked state with not a stitch to wear, of course I can't go out—but he knows all that and sounds nonchalant.
“Yeah. Now.”
A short, firm reply. As if anticipating my hesitation, he pauses a beat before adding,
“What if you don't eat? No fun eating alone. I was gonna buy.”
His offer to buy food sounds so threatening. I unwittingly press my lips tight. I know full well it doesn't mean just 'a meal.' My habit of skipping breakfast means nothing against his words. Saying no won't help—it'll only make things worse. I have no choice. The breeze from the still-open window teases my wet skin. The sunlight keeps shining on me. This solar gaze filling the room and the inexorable atmosphere from Tae-min's voice torment me. In the end, I have to go out like this again. I slowly close my eyes. And quietly, so quietly, I draw a deep breath. If I don't... an excited sigh would escape right away.