Blindfolded Torment and the Hidden Cameras
I can't wait for my everyday routine of having sex with Ha-jun oppa. It's always been that way. I loved him, worked hard to connect with him, and it was only natural to look forward to making love with the person I cherished so much. Especially since oppa always tried his best to make me feel good, and our compatibility was perfect—we fit together so well that it felt amazing every time, so I naturally anticipated it every day.
But lately, it's not the same kind of excitement I used to feel. Oppa, who always worried about me, supported me, earned respect from others outside, led during sex and made me feel good... now he just seems pathetic and cute, handing his body over to me every night, eagerly waiting for sex. It makes me want to torment him more and more.
Every day, I watch the USB files full of videos the boss gave me, imagining the men in them as oppa while getting aroused and masturbating.
After finishing work, oppa—who usually heads straight to the gym—skips his workout today and comes straight home. The time we used to spend slowly enjoying dinner and chatting passes in hurried silence without a word between us. Lately, it overlaps with days when Ha-jin oppa comes home late, which only heightens our lust even more.
Oppa stands up first, saying he'll shower, and I spot the heavy bulge in his crotch—it's so pitiful that laughter bubbles up uncontrollably.
When I come out after showering, oppa is sitting on the bed, fidgeting like a nervous puppy.
"Pfft... Oppa, why are you so tense?"
"Ah... well... I was wondering if we could do the treatment again today..."
"Of course. It's only natural for a wife to help with her husband's treatment. Don't feel burdened."
"Ah...! Th-thank you..."
"Then, oppa, shall we get fully naked again? We don't want your clothes getting wet, right?"
At my words, oppa hurriedly strips off his clothes. Even though we're about to have sex, I'm the only one still dressed while oppa is completely naked—the power dynamic hits me hard, and I feel my panties growing damp.
"Alright, oppa, try to hold out well today. Don't just squirt like a girl."
I chuckle and naturally insult him, but even that humiliation seems to arouse him—his cock twitches.
Oppa’s cock has definitely gotten much harder and recovers faster now, but I can feel it's shrunk a little in size. Thanks to the premature ejaculation treatment I've been doing every time we have sex, just like I learned, he almost never cums too soon anymore. But for oppa, it's not about cumming or the treatment—he's addicted to squirting like a fountain, like a woman pissing uncontrollably.
"Oppa, shall we go straight to the hardest third stage?"
As I torment his cock, oppa doesn't cum but screams and just sprays urine like mad. Back then, he'd scream to stop from such overwhelming stimulation and rarely squirted like he was peeing. Now, even a little stimulation makes him spray wildly, but he never asks to stop.
"Oppa, you like being tormented like this more than cumming?"
The insult slips out naturally amid my laughter—something the old me could never have imagined. To my mocking question, oppa just nods.
And this moment feels like the perfect opportunity for a new experiment.
"Ta-da! A gift for oppa~"
I blindfold him as he pants like a woman lost in ecstasy.
"Wh-what's this...?"
I take his cock in my mouth.
"Urk...! Hye-won...?"
Without a word, I tease the glans with my tongue while fondling his balls. Sucking hard like a straw, I bob my head back and forth on his cock, and oppa can only moan.
After just a few strokes, I feel his cock swelling—he's about to cum already.
"Pha...! No~"
Right before he cums, I stop and squeeze his cock tight. Caught on the edge, oppa looks utterly flustered.
"I want to do something fun with oppa today."
I move behind him, breathing hot moans into his ear since he can't see.
"Eut... Hye-won... what are you... doing...?"
Pressing my breasts against his back, I gently tease his nipples with my fingertips. He jolts at the sudden new sensation, but his cock leaks precum in excitement.
"Oppa always cums so fast during sex with me, regardless of the treatment, right? So today, masturbate by yourself."
I whisper in his ear, hot breath tickling him, while quietly stimulating his nipples.
"Hngh..."
My breath must be the perfect trigger—he shakes his cock like a horny monkey.
After a few minutes, he's reaching his limit; his hand moves frantically, and his cock swells again.
"No, oppa. Stop."
At my command right before cumming, he instantly stops. His frustrated cock just twitches helplessly.
The fact that he obeys even my cruel demands excites me all over again.
"Shake it slowly, oppa. Don't lose to the pleasure. Once per second."
He follows my order, shaking to the rhythm. The ambiguous stimulation torments him—he trembles.
Too mild to cum, he focuses on my words and gestures, seeking more.
"One, two, one, two~ You're doing great, oppa. Keep it slow~ Focus on the chest I'm touching while you shake slowly."
Even my torturous whispers torment him, but his aroused brain just accepts it.
"Hye-won... I can't take it anymore... let me cum..."
Finally at his limit, he's begging for permission. He could just cum if he can't hold it, but begging is so pathetic.
"Sigh... I'm disappointed. Fine, I'll allow it—so cum your heart out. Focus on the chest I'm touching and cum."
I pinch his nipples hard mid-stimulation and lick his ear. The fresh shock hits him; even without shaking, his unmoving hand makes him cum anyway.
Overwhelmed by the sudden, mystical pleasure, his body stiffens, drool spilling from his mouth.
"Ah... Oppa, what if you spray on the floor...?"
I take his freshly spent cock in my mouth and keep teasing the sensitive glans with my tongue.
"Hye-won... grk... stop... it's too sensitive right now...!"
Ignoring his pleas, I keep sucking. Even right after cumming, his cock throbs painfully erect from my stimulation.
"Don't just feel good yourself, oppa—make me feel good too."
I push him down and straddle his cock. He moans at the slick warmth enveloping him, but it's too much for his sensitive dick—he looks agonized.
Despite his strength and size, he doesn't resist at all. The thought that he's becoming mine completely arouses me further, tightening my pussy in preparation to cum.
The squeezing feels like torturous pleasure to him—he just trembles.
I keep teasing his suffering nipples and slam my hips down hard. Not long after cumming, his cock swells again, ready to burst.
"Oppa, about to cum? You can't yet—I haven't cum."
In response—or maybe not—his fully swollen cock right on the edge just makes sticky, lewd sounds.
His desperate endurance is so cute; I rub my face on his broad chest and suck his nipple.
The new pleasure shocks him again—he drools and tears stream down his face.
"Haah...♡ Haat... Oppa, I'm gonna cum...♡"
I let him hear my pleasure-drenched voice by his ear, and he grits his teeth, unable to hold back anymore.
"Cum♡"
Whispering in his ear, I pull off his cock. At my command, he erupts like a broken hose, spraying all over himself. The sight pushes me over the edge into a light but certain orgasm.
We lie entangled naked, basking in the afterglow.
Seeing our bodies dirtied with fluids, sweat, and semen—sticky and gross—I leave the limp, spent oppa and head to shower first.
When I return, he's come to his senses and is wiping up his own cum from the floor. The sight of his naked, filthy body cleaning his mess is so pathetic and forlorn that I barely stifle my laughter.
"You cleaned up for me? Thanks, oppa~"
I kiss his cheek, and his face flushes slightly.
"No... I'll clean this and shower, so go to sleep first."
The days when oppa's erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation left me unsatisfied are mostly gone. Tormenting him feels good, and he seems satisfied too.
Plus, I hardly dream of sex with Ha-jin oppa anymore. Probably means my desires are fulfilled... Though something still feels lacking and itchy, our sex—abnormal as it is—satisfies me, and I'm in a good mood.
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Releasing my lust through sex makes housework as a housewife much easier and quicker, leaving time to satisfy any lingering arousal with masturbation.
Ha-jin oppa's massage shop must be busy; he leaves early and comes home much later. Thanks to that, I can have frequent sessions with Ha-jun oppa, making life with him—who seemed so burdensome—feel normal.
Today, I finish cleaning quickly, planning a pleasurable masturbation session, when...
"Hm...? What's that shiny thing...?"
Something I've never seen before, despite always cleaning. I pick up the reflective object—it's a camera.
"Why is this... here...?"
The moment I realize it's a camera, chills run down my spine, and cold sweat pours out.
I frantically tear the house apart. A small camera in the bedroom, one in the kitchen... and a hidden camcorder in the study.
With ragged breaths and shaking hands, I turn on the camcorder and play one of the many recordings inside.
"Cumming...♡ Hiiik...♡"
It's me, captured in vulgar ecstasy, screaming like a slut. Nausea and disgust surge up; I rush to the bathroom and vomit everything out.
"Haa... haa... you fucking bastard..."
Forgotten disgust and memories I didn't know I had resurface.