Chapter 40
Looking down at Hae-eun's breasts smeared with milky-white semen, I pull on the collar I put on her earlier and make her stand.
Not the dog collar from before, nor a necklace meant to show affection,
just a simple employee ID badge.
I remembered what she used to wear around her neck when she worked for the team, so I had one made.
…Maybe it's because it reminded me of what happened back then,
but strangely, she looks several times hotter.
“I'll get some wet wipes. Wait here.”
Even after sitting her up, the thick semen barely runs down.
I must really have been holding it in for a long time.
I wanted to enjoy verbally humiliating Hae-eun a little longer, but those pale breasts and pink nipples made it too hard to hold back.
“Here. Wet wipes. Wipe your hands too. I'll wipe your breasts.”
After briefly fetching the wet wipes from the living room, I hurriedly wipe away the semen that is starting to run down.
The filming is over for now.
I have no intention of ending things here, but the shots on the bed will do for now.
We can't have sex today anyway.
Roughly handling a pussy I'll have to fuck for at least six months isn't my thing.
“…Kang Ju-hyeok.”
“What?”
“Those bastards… Can't I sue them?”
Though she must clearly have been humiliated by me,
I was glad to see Seo Ha-eun's sharp edge return as she burned with hostility toward people whose faces she didn't even know.
She wasn't too young to know that fame was like that.
I was the same back when I was a player… Well.
I was pretty damn famous.
Being a relief pitcher meant being a punching bag, after all,
but I also played baseball in a pretty dirty way.
“I want to sue someone. First, let me say this: you can't sue the people who commented on YouTube.”
“They don't matter. …They're just idiots. So not them, …the ones you showed me earlier.”
“Some of the ones who crossed the line might be sueable. I'll have to ask a lawyer for the exact details. Ah, I know someone who's sued before. Should I ask them?”
“…Yeah. Do it.”
The blow had wounded Hae-eun more deeply than I'd expected, and she seemed to have greatly suppressed the hostility she felt toward me.
Of course, there is a saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
But seeing that she hated the people judging her online more than the roommate who put a dog collar on her and walked her down the street, the saying that even a bad relationship is still a relationship seemed more fitting.
They say that when bodies grow close, hearts grow close too.
No matter how much of a shitty bastard I am, affection builds up when you live together.
…Because,
I'm shitty as a human being,
but I'm not shitty as a man.
“Then I'll look into that when I have time later…. For now, let's wash. You sweated a lot on the way here.”
“….”
“Get up. You can't use the bathtub after waxing. Let's just take a quick shower.”
Having wiped away the aloe that had dried sticky with the wet wipes, Hae-eun may have fallen for my gentle act, because she obediently got up from the bed and followed after me.
Of course, Hae-eun isn't stupid either, so by tomorrow she'll regret it so much she'll go insane, wondering why she acted that way.
But regretting it won't change the fact that she let me shoot a load onto the tits that had boosted her view count hundreds of times over,
nor will it erase the video of her flipping off her subscribers and fawning over a big-dicked man.
That sort of mental impairment is dangerous enough to make someone do something like that without a second thought.
Whether they're completely drunk,
or groggy with sleep,
or trembling in fear after going through something terrifying,
or their mental state has been utterly shattered by being cursed out endlessly, even a physically healthy adult man can't think straight.
“Ah, Hae-eun, I want to take just one picture. Will you take your clothes off? You have to wash anyway.”
“‥Didn't you take it earlier…?”
“That was the video cursing those bastards. …I'll consider winning the bet enough to settle it, so you don't even have to look at the camera. Take them off.”
“….”
Hae-eun had said ‘anything,’ not ‘all day.’
The moment I put a dog collar on her, took her to the waxing salon, and turned her sparsely and neatly groomed pussy into a smooth, lewdly bare one, the bet had effectively already ended.
But Seo Ha-eun wasn't in a state of mind where she could notice something like that.
A twenty-four-year-old woman who hadn't even had sex until a week ago
would have a hard time keeping hold of her senses after walking around for several minutes at night with a dog collar around her neck.
And on top of that, she was judged by strangers the moment she showed signs of going viral. How could she not break down?
“‥Just take pictures. Sex is… not allowed….”
“I said I won't. The places they pulled the hair out still sting for me too.”
Though she wasn't drunk, Hae-eun's mind was even more wrecked than a drunk person's.
She turned her back to me, took off her shirt and skirt, and carefully set them down on the bathroom tile.
Making sure not to miss the sight of her from behind,
I capture every detail on my phone.
“Take off your stockings and panties too. You need to wash.”
“….”
I can't deny that I sometimes have the kind of taste she calls fucking perverted, but I don't think it's a particularly niche preference.
Even in porn, isn't it much better when there's an undressing scene than when they simply appear naked?
With her upper body completely naked, she even lets down her hair tie and cautiously slips her fingers into her stockings.
She must still be embarrassed, because she does it gingerly.
As the stockings roll down, Hae-eun's pale buttocks and soft thighs, hidden until moments ago, are revealed.
…As expected,
taking them off slowly is much sexier than whipping them off all at once.
She doesn't seem to know that,
which makes me even hornier.
“If you're done taking everything off, will you face this way? You can cover yourself if you're embarrassed. I just want to take one picture, like a body-profile shot.”
“….”
At my instruction, Hae-eun hesitates before turning toward me, covering her nipples and vulva as she fidgets.
Trying to cover her breasts, which look ready to spill over, with one arm only makes the soft flesh visibly squish on the screen, and I feel like my cock is going to explode.
Seeing that even her ears have turned bright red, I decide there is no need to tease her any further, set my phone on the shelf by the sink, and strip off my own top.
“…Why are you so fucking hot?”
“…I don't know. I don't know either. What am I supposed to do when I look like this…?”
Without bothering to hide my cock—which looks even bigger after waxing—I approach her and rub it above her navel.
I rub my smooth-shaven scrotum against her smooth abdomen, spreading the semen left over from ejaculating and the precum evenly across it.
“Hae-eun, there were so many bastards earlier saying they wanted to jerk off to you.”
“…Yeah.”
“…Will you give me a handjob instead of them? …Grip my cock and stroke it. Like this.”
I place my hot, fully erect cock in both her hands.
Using the sticky bodily fluids as lubricant, I demonstrate by stroking it once.
I make it twitch in time with the motion, showing her how pleasurable it is.
“You can swear. You can scream while hurling the worst insults, too, …so curse those shitty bastards while you give me a handjob. Once I come, I absolutely won't have sex with you; I'll just sleep soundly.”
“….”
I make her an offer with fairness thrown out the window.
It's an unfair deal that only makes me feel good,
“…C-crazy bastards….”
She made no move to refuse.
“Too weak. You cursed at them harder than that earlier.”
She vents the disgust she feels toward people whose voices she doesn't even know
to the man who had practically raped her.
“Crazy, fucking loser bastards…. They're fucking disgusting…!”
“…That's right. Harder.”
She vents the revulsion she feels toward people whose names she doesn't even know
to the man who had barged into her home and made himself at home.
“People who don't even know me, yet they spout that fucking crap. I want to kill them….”
“…What exactly is so fucking shitty about them?”
“They're just so fucking creepy…! If I turn them on, shouldn't they just look? Why do they have to write that shit down and make me feel like crap…!”
While verbally cursing the people who had insulted and harassed her in writing,
she respectfully strokes with both hands the penis of the man who is actually humiliating and violating her.
“Ah, but Hae-eun. I have had thoughts like that too, sorry. …Honestly, you turn me on every day.”
“…You don't count.”
“Why? What's the difference between me and those bastards?”
“Because I already know you think things like that….”
She treats as idiots the people who judge her from behind the shield of anonymity,
then fawns over a fucking pervert who puts her in a dog collar and walks her around while looking her in the face.
“…Don't say it like that; be more direct. You wouldn't do this for me if I were shorter than you, had a worse body, and were fucking ugly.”
“….”
“I won't ask you to be honest, so …say one thing that would make those bastards blow their tops. You know without me telling you. You're twenty-six, after all. …If you don't know, just repeat after me.”
Her figure, height, face, and skin,
she knew nothing about theirs,
but in her mind, she looked down on those most disgusting bastards more than anyone,
“Fuck, you loser bastards…. I'm not like what you guys think…!”
“That's right. …Next.”
While respectfully stroking the cock of a tall, well-built man,
she repeats without question the words he whispers into her ear,
“I have sex with a man who's fucking tall…, whose d-dick is big too, and whose body is fucking great.”
“…Good. Next.”
With cathartic relief,
“I never, ever have sex with bastards like you!”
she spits it all out.
“Mmph…, uuwp….”
I shower the lips of Seo Ha-eun, who is diligently milking me, with tender kisses.
Until her clumsy hands send the urge to ejaculate boiling over.
Until I'm left breathless.
Until the vulgar sound of our tongues tangling echoes through the bathroom,
with electrifying intensity,
I defile Seo Ha-eun, who told me I was superior.
On her belly no one else can see,
on her navel,
thickly.