Chapter 44
April 1.
It was April Fools' Day, but every day felt like April Fools' Day lately, so I didn't feel anything in particular about it.
“If things go well, you could reach 50,000, Hae-eun?”
“….”
Her YouTube channel was growing by the day.
She'd passed ten thousand subscribers too.
The first video where she showed off her figure was already nearing 40,000 views.
Honestly, I knew it would definitely take off, but I hadn't expected it to happen this quickly.
I guess adding the title in multiple languages had been effective.
Those crazy tits were universally understood, after all.
“…Thank you for the meal.”
“Already?”
“Yeah.”
Could it be thanks to the explosive increase in views?
Or thanks to pretending to have ejaculated messily inside Seo Ha-eun's pussy?
Ever since that day, Seo Ha-eun had become remarkably docile.
As long as I didn't force her to have sex, she neither ignored nor resisted what I said.
I'd thought it would take a long time to tame her thoroughly, but she caved sooner than expected, surprising even me.
“Just put the dishes in the sink. I'll clean up.”
“…Yeah.”
Unless Seo Ha-eun tried to kick me out, I had no intention of treating her harshly either.
Sex was only enjoyable when she nodded and let me fuck her, after all,
and even I found it difficult to fuck a woman who resisted with her whole body and soul.
Of course, it was true that the more she resisted, the better it felt…
“I'm going to be in my room, Kang Ju-hyeok….”
“I left the clothes that arrived today on the bed in my room. Put those on.”
“……Yeah.”
Even her trying to satisfy my lust while pretending to be indifferent and frowning was arousing in its own way.
…What should I have her do today?
As long as it wasn't sex,
she seemed willing to do anything.
***
I think I've figured out how to handle Kang Ju-hyeok to some extent.
Men were ultimately just masses of sexual desire.
No matter how big, rough, and psychopathic he was,
if I satisfied his urges two or three times a day, he surprisingly returned to normal.
…The problem was that
those two or three times were so disgusting.
“Hey, it suits you. Hae-eun.”
“….”
Wearing nothing but a pair of panties, I enter his room, and the sly, contemptuous grin he gives me the moment I do looks like the smile of a villain from a movie, which scares me.
And like the crazy psychopathic villain he was, he especially loved seeing me kneel and sit demurely on his bed.
Why on earth did he enjoy humiliating me so much?
I'd definitely thought I'd get used to those humiliating acts with time, but that had been a premature assumption.
…Not something I could get used to so easily,
he didn't have a normal sex drive.
Well,
he'd been the man who raped me from the very beginning, so I suppose it was only natural.
“This was surprisingly expensive, but it's definitely worth the money. The fabric looks decent too.”
…How many years has it been since I wore a school uniform, only to be wearing one again at my age?
And it wasn't even an ordinary school uniform.
Something that looked like it belonged in an anime…
No.
It was an actual costume for cosplay from an anime.
The skirt wasn't so short that my panties were blatantly visible, nor was it so vulgar that my breasts were exposed, but that only made it more creepy and disgusting.
“It's not too sexy either. Looks good. We could use this for the next video. It's pretty popular these days.”
“…This?”
Using the excuse that I needed to film in different outfits now and then, he'd already made me wear two or three bizarre outfits like this.
Then, claiming he needed to see whether the subscribers would get turned on by it, I wanted to tear off Kang Ju-hyeok's cock when he forced me to give him a handjob.
…In the end, though, I couldn't get a single word out and obediently stroked him.
“If you don't like this, we can film with you wearing just leggings and a tank top. Or do you want to wear dolphin shorts and show off your thighs?”
“…I'll just wear this.”
“Good. Showing too much too quickly would waste the image. Put that on first.”
“….”
Whenever I looked at myself in the mirror, cold sweat trickled down my back.
Why had these crazy bastards turned a school uniform into a one-piece dress?
The way it fluttered was irritating enough, but if this man grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it straight up, my bra would be exposed along with everything beneath it.
I hated the ribbon on my chest too; I couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be for, and it was creepy.
I also hated the enormous black ribbon that made me wonder whether it was meant to be worn on my head.
And the white socks that reached exactly to my calves gave off some strange fetishistic vibe that made my skin crawl.
But more than anything,
the most irritating part was that I looked good in this outfit. Even to my own eyes.
…How excited must that man be,
putting a twenty-six-year-old woman
in an outfit like this and doing lewd things to her?
“It's not too sexy. It's not too plain either. Your thighs are just barely showing. And your knees are clearly visible too….”
“…I get it, so stop touching me already….”
“Why? …You're the one who called me. Am I wrong?”
“…That's why I'm telling you to lie down….”
But no matter how humiliating it was, I still had to satisfy this man's urges.
Two or three times, until he returned to normal.
If I used my hands, it had to be three times.
…If I satisfied him in a more humiliating way, twice.
“Okay. I'm lying down. …What are you going to do for me?”
“…Today, my breasts…….”
“Sure.”
But unless I started first, no matter how shameful the method was, he wouldn't let me go until he'd ejaculated three times.
Using something other than my hands,
I had to soothe his cock myself for him to stop after ejaculating twice.
…He'd said several times that he'd let me off after one ejaculation if I had sex with him,
but I didn't want that.
Because it would ruin my body.
“Hey, are you taking your clothes off?”
“This is a one-piece dress. If I'm going to use my breasts, I have to take it off….”
“Can't do that.”
I no longer even tried to stop him when he blatantly shoved his phone in my face.
Once I'd already been filmed once, it didn't matter whether I was filmed more or not.
Besides, getting angry and telling him not to film me wouldn't make him listen.
Even if it ended up on video,
it was still better than being forcibly ravaged and impregnated.
It was safer to somehow calm the lust of that crazy psychopath.
“Here, lift the skirt all the way up. Do it while you're still wearing it. It'd be a waste not to wear it after I went to the trouble of buying it, right?”
“….”
He lifts the hem of my skirt, recording my fully exposed panties and bra on his phone.
Even while biting my lip in front of the camera, I couldn't protest and carefully unclasped my bra.
…My p…ssy aside, everything else had already been filmed.
He'd probably filmed me having sex too.
What meaning did breasts or nipples have at this point?
As long as he didn't pounce on me, it was fine.
As long as he didn't mess with my mind, it was fine.
“You have the lube, right? Give it to me. I'll apply it for you.”
“…Here.”
I hand him the lube that had been left on the bed, then lift my skirt with my own hands.
Even a pose that showed nothing but my panties would be embarrassing enough to make me feel unable to lift my head,
but with my naked body exposed from my breasts to my thighs, my whole body trembled with shame.
At least my face was hidden behind the skirt….
“Hae-eun, if you hold it up like that, I can't see your face. Hold the skirt in your mouth. In your mouth.”
“….”
…Or so I thought,
but he never let me off easily even once.
Following his command, I bite down on the lifted skirt and show him my body, completely naked except for a pair of panties, from my breasts to my thighs.
While filming me like that, he coats one hand in lube and kneads my exposed breasts with sticky fingers.
“That should be spread around enough. Try it yourself. Next.”
“…Mmph.”
Only after enduring his obscene touch for a long while could I climb down from atop him, my breasts slick with lube.
Since I had the skirt in my mouth, I couldn't even answer yes, so I responded by nodding.
Braving every kind of humiliation and shame, I pull down the panties of the man looking down at me with mocking eyes.
…Crazy bastard. Seriously.
What did he even do to get hard….
“…You can do it yourself without me telling you, right?”
“….”
This time, I don't even nod; I simply reach out to stroke his penis, which smells of soap, with one hand.
His cock is hot, though not sticky yet.
I straighten it upward from where it curves to the side, adjust the angle, and slowly press my breasts against it.
Ah, then his glans will touch the clothes….
He keeps saying it's sensitive there, and yet….
“…It's fine. Do it. You just can't come there.”
But the moment I hear his words, I wrap my breasts around his cock without hesitation and slowly begin stroking it.
Squelch, squelch.
The sound of the lube smeared over my breasts soiling his cock keeps tickling my ears.
Likewise, his cock seems intent on dirtying my breasts too, twitching and writhing as it gradually spits out sticky fluid.
“…You could probably make money just selling the sound of this, Hae-eun.”
“…Puh, don't say fucked-up shit!”
“Hey, hey. Your cock's covered by the clothes.”
Without giving me time to respond to his fucked-up remarks, he lifts my one-piece school uniform again, shoves it into my mouth, and records my fully exposed breasts on his phone.
…You fucking bastard. Seriously.
Wanting to squeeze out his semen and end this horrible time even one second sooner, I rub my breasts vulgarly against his cock.
Squelch, squelch.
Schlup, schlup.
Obscene sounds ring out, enough to make anyone shudder if they heard them from outside,
“Hoo….”
and his voice, letting out a pathetic sigh as though he'd started feeling good, reaches my ears too.
…Yeah.
You're a man after all.
No matter how much of a psychopathic, fucking lunatic he was,
once his cock was being tormented, he couldn't do anything….
“Puh…h….”
Breathing roughly, I work hard to squeeze his cock.
Slap, slap.
The undersides of my breasts smack against his pubic bone, making a slapping sound,
and with the breasts he lusts over so much,
I squeeze out his desire.
“Hey, wait.”
Even when he tells me to let go.
“Your clothes are going to get dirty, Hae-eun.”
For the first time today, I ignore what he says and
“…Fuck, whatever.”
keep going until this disgusting outfit he forced me to wear becomes dirty,
all the way.
Sloppily,
I squeeze out his semen.
…Ha.
The black school uniform is stained white,
but it wasn't my clothing anyway,
so I didn't feel it was a waste at all.