Chapter 39
Reflexively, I stretched out my hand and snatched his phone.
I knew he'd get angry, but that was absolutely out of the question.
I'd rather have a video of us having se…x.
…It wouldn't even be visible properly with that man on top of me anyway.
But not this.
Having my pu…ssy, which had become smooth against my will,
I couldn't stand Kang Ju-hyeok recording it, not even if it killed me.
“Hey, what is it?”
“….”
I have to delete it. Before he takes it back.
Ignoring his angry voice, I stared at the phone screen with trembling hands.
As expected, it clearly contained a video of me.
…Me playing guitar.
“You have terrible hand habits. Why do you always touch other people's phones?”
“Ah….”
Strange.
The camera had definitely been pointed at my pu…ssy,
but YouTube was open on the screen.
…Why?
“Are you crazy? Why would I film that? I'm not that much of a pervert.”
“Y-you definitely….”
“It's not there. You saw it with your own eyes, so what do you mean, definitely?”
He took the phone back, but none of it made sense.
Could he have changed the screen in that brief moment?
But he erased even that suspicion by showing me the album on his phone.
“I was checking your YouTube, but you can't go around making me out to be some kind of piece-of-shit creep. Right?”
“H-how does that make sense…!”
My suspicion had disappeared, but it still made no sense.
Why on earth?
You—you’re a pervert, you bastard.
You saw me waxed and got excited, so you were going to film me.
Because I'd said you could take pictures.
With a naked me right in front of you, why were you watching YouTube…?
“Why wouldn't it make sense? …This kind of thing gets me fucking hard.”
To me, who was full of such questions,
he shoved the phone toward me again.
With my performance still playing,
he scrolled down the screen.
“Look. The comments have already increased again while we were gone for a moment. Want to read them?”
“Th-that….”
Comments under the guitar YouTuber ‘Sophia’ came into view.
‘Those tits are fucking huge.’
‘I want to stuff that fucking bitch's milk jugs into my mouth and suck them greedily.’
‘I want to rip her stockings apart and dump my cum all over them. Am I normal?’
‘Noona, can I please squeeze those tits tight just once and fuck you raw? Please?’
Vulgar and filthy,
nothing but comments pouring out their lust.
“I told you to read them. They aren't even that disgusting.”
“H-how can you say that…!”
“What's disgusting about them? They're just horny bastards spouting shit. …Look, this is what's really disgusting.”
He brushed aside the pathetic comments from those rutting idiots
and opened another site to show me.
-This Sophia bitch has a body that's fucking insane. Wonder if she'll take it off?
She's a cut above every bitch who's come before her.
-No way she won't, idiot. Didn't you see her tits resting on the guitar?
-I really wish she'd open a Patreon. I'd be happy to pay a hundred dollars, so I'd subscribe no matter what.
-It's fucking hilarious watching these guys get hard over her implants lol
-Her face is probably ugly as fuck too.
└Even if she's ugly, she's still less ugly than that bitch. You can tell from the way the suit fits—she's skinny.
-But fuck, that OL look is legendary. She really knows what gets people horny; those hips and that ass are fuuuck, insane.
└Her boyfriend definitely dressed her.
-Agreed. It'd be boring if she stripped from the start.
-Fuck, her boyfriend must've squeezed those tits like crazy and fucked her raw. I'm so jealous.
└For real, the guy who took her virginity must've felt fucking triumphant.
-With tits that big, she definitely lost her virginity while she was still a student.
-Nah, girls with big tits are picky as hell, so the rule is they lose their virginity in college.
-Please have pink nipples, please have pink nipples.
└They aren't going to show her nipples, so what are you gonna do even if they're pink? lol
└At that size, they're definitely brown. I've been with plenty of big-breasted women, so I know.
-Aren't you guys afraid of getting sued? You're really crossing the line.
-You can't get sued over this, and she isn't even Korean, idiot. Do those milk jugs look Korean to you?
-The title's in Korean, you dumbass.
-That's because you're in Korea, so it shows up in Hangul. Mine comes up in Japanese; if I switch it to English, it comes up in English.
Seriously,
those words were so disgusting they wouldn't go down my throat.
He force-fed them to me anyway.
“Hae-eun is really popular. She hasn't even been on YouTube long, and posts like these are already going up.”
“…Wh-where did you find this…?”
“I dug around and found them. There aren't many. They were making noise on the places I promoted you, so I took a look.”
The sexual harassment itself was bearable.
The comments were far more explicit than I'd imagined, but it wasn't as though I didn't know comments like that existed.
I had only thought that I'd sue them later.
But when he forced down my throat a disgusting mass made of more than mere lust,
with malice mixed into it,
I felt like throwing up.
My head was spinning.
“How much fun would it be to look at this stuff while fooling around with you? Right? …These bastards are throwing a fucking fit just to see one look at your tits, while I can reach out and touch them like this.”
His thick palm settled on my heaving chest.
He slipped it through the gap in my unbuttoned dress shirt and freely kneaded my bare breasts, which weren't even covered by a bra.
With his other hand, he took something from the inner pocket of his suit and hung it around my neck.
He also took a box from his trouser pocket and tore it open beside me.
As if
he were setting the table before a meal.
He tore open the box and scattered its contents over the bed.
“Funny, isn't it? People who don't even know your face are judging you like this. It's fucking funny, right?”
“….”
Even though he was squeezing the breasts I'd clearly told him not to touch, it strangely didn't feel unpleasant.
The disgusting sentences I'd seen earlier had completely filled my mind.
What this man was saying
sounded strange, but convincing.
“Hae-eun, put your panties and stockings back on. Say exactly what's on your mind. Come on, those assholes hurled abuse at you, so you should curse them right back. Look here.”
He let go of my breasts and put my half-removed panties and stockings back on me.
Then he thrust the camera toward me as I lay there and demanded that I say my lines.
…This time, I was definitely being filmed,
but my mouth opened naturally.
“Y-you fucking bastards….”
“Too weak. I told you last time—say fucking assholes, like that.”
A story from the past that I couldn't even remember.
The time he'd slyly tricked me into swallowing alcohol.
I hadn't remembered much because I'd been drunk,
and yet that day, which I hadn't wanted to remember either,
came vividly back to me for some reason.
“…That's right. That's how you say it when you meet fucking assholes.”
I raised my middle finger, used it to cover one eye, and spat my disgust toward whoever was beyond the phone.
Kang Ju-hyeok, watching me like that, naturally spread my legs wide once more and brought the panties and stockings I'd just put on into the camera's view.
It should have been embarrassing and humiliating enough on its own,
but simply having two scraps of cloth on me
made me not embarrassed at all.
…The comments he'd shoved down my throat earlier
had been far more humiliating.
“Since we're doing this anyway, want to answer them one by one? This asshole says it looks like you lost your virginity while you were a student. Isn't that right?”
“No, I didn't have sex in school. I….”
“Right. You lived chastely until now, then met me and finally did it. Right?”
Listening to his praise, which brought me no joy whatsoever, I hurled insults right back at those fucking assholes.
Even as the top buttons came undone and my bare breasts were exposed, I didn't particularly want to resist.
“And this asshole says your face is ugly as fuck. You have something to say about that too, don't you?”
“Uh, yeah…. I-I am pretty, you know. That's bullshit….”
“Of course it's bullshit. Our Hae-eun looks fucking sexy even without makeup.”
Listening to an answer I couldn't even tell was a compliment anymore, I stared blankly as he took off his pants.
His hard c…ck poked out.
He had shaved off all his pubic hair, just like me,
and although the cock looked grotesque, it also looked clean in its own way,
and it was nestled between the breasts those assholes had so filthily defiled in their imaginations.
“This one says you got implants. …Want to say something about that too?”
“…They're not implants. Th-they're real….”
“Come on, show them. While cursing that asshole.”
“…You fucking idiot. My tits are really fucking huge, okay…?”
Led by what he wanted,
I gathered my breasts together of my own accord,
buried his cock tightly between them,
and flaunted my size to the camera.
“…Shake them up and down. Otherwise these assholes will think they're fake again. We have to make it clear they're natural, not implants.”
He squeezed the aloe he'd dropped on the bed earlier in long streaks into my gathered cleavage, making it sticky and slippery.
Following his instructions, I moved my breasts up and down, showing them how soft they were.
…You fucking idiots.
No matter how broken I was, or how much I was being toyed with by a man like this,
I wasn't enough of an idiot to deserve your abuse.
I'm beautiful.
I look sexy.
I have a good figure too.
…I've had sex too.
With a tall man with a big c…ck.
“Not just in one direction. Cross them too.”
I lowered my eyes to watch my breasts sway and his cock bob.
As he told me, I crossed my breasts back and forth, vigorously rubbing the cock held between them.
The way it twitched, slick and shiny, looked grotesque, yet somehow cute.
“Ah, fuck…. …This feels so fucking good. I understand why those assholes went crazy over your tits.”
“…Ha, haha….”
…So he liked it when I wrapped it around him too.
Kang Ju-hyeok was a man too, just like those guys who'd been spouting bullshit at me earlier.
But compared with those disgusting bastards,
he was much better.
He only looked down at me from above and made me taste humiliation;
unlike those bastards, he didn't lie on the floor and look up my skirt trying to steal a glimpse of my panties.
“Hae-eun, curse this asshole one last time. …This asshole says your nipples are brown. What do you think?”
“…They're not.”
“Be more honest. …You can say it harshly.”
“They're not…! M-my nipples are pink, you asshole!”
As I spat out through my mouth all the revulsion that had filled my head,
I furiously rubbed his cock,
venting all that pent-up anger.
Kang Ju-hyeok, his cock trembling as he wore an incongruously blissful expression,
suddenly stood up and gripped his cock,
and onto my breasts—bwooosh,
bwooosh….
he
spilled thick, viscous semen in an overflowing gush.
…Looking at it like this, it kind of looks white too. Doesn't it, Hae-eun?
…After he came,
I captured even that entire scene on camera.