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Just another awkward gathering of Yerim and her two favorite people. Yerim had always been a mommy’s girl and was very close with her mother, Haseul. However, recently she had grown a fondness for her very first girlfriend Hyejoo. They got together on a whim, however, it seemed they had a lot in common.
Sadly, Yerim’s mother loathed Hyejoo for taking away time from Yerim, time that could be spent between her and her baby girl. Especially since Hyejoo just seemed like such an unintelligent asshole in Haseul’s eyes. She was tired of Yerim dragging her everywhere.
She wanted, no, needed for it to go back to it being just her and her daughter.
But sadly, she sat on the couch, watching her daughter in the arms of someone else. It was disgusting. Haseul was the only one Yerim needed.
She watched the pair sitting over across the room, her precious Yerim curled up in Hyejoo’s embrace. She watched them talk amongst themselves, Hyejoo would whisper, and Yerim would giggle and playfully punch her arm. Suddenly she saw Hyejoo lean in and whisper again, somehow Haseul knew it was seductive in nature. She rolled her eyes as Yerim’s eyes lit up; whatever horrid lewd thing Yerim’s loser girlfriend whispered in her ear had excited her.
Hyejoo and Yerim took off just like that, up the stairs, into Yerim’s room to do God knows what.
Haseul grumbled to herself. She went over to the kitchen and made herself some hot coffee. She figured a bit of caffeine could get her mind off how bad it felt to be slowly forgotten. However, she figured she’d need a bit more so she put a shot of vodka in it. The horrible concoction of alcohol and black coffee tasted like pure burnt rubber, however, it matched how she felt inside.
She decided it was probably a good idea to head up to her room, maybe to watch some dramatic tv show and to mope for a while. However, upon heading upstairs she heard a faint muffled sound coming from Yerim’s room.
Haseul knew she shouldn’t have listened.
However, she did so with the justification of making sure Yerim was okay.
“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?”
Haseul threw up in her mouth at the vile slew that came from Yerim’s girlfriend’s mouth. “Y-yes,” Yerim dared to stutter in false nervousness. Hyejoo uttered some brief instructions that Haseul could only hear every other word of. Haseul cringed, rolling her eyes.
She felt a little sick, and she knew she shouldn’t be listening, but she couldn’t help herself; it was like a train wreck you can’t look away from. All she could hear was Yerim’s soft whimpers, it made her very uncomfortable as she sweated and her stomach twisted in knots.
What would she do about this? Haseul wasn’t known for being reasonable, she would always go the extra mile to ensure her daughter’s safety and happiness. However, she didn’t care that her daughter was clearly happy and satisfied, she couldn’t care. She was too angry that she was hearing what she was hearing.
She had to do something about it.
xxx
“Look at you, laying on my daughter’s bed while she’s on vacation and you do nothing. You’re just an unemployed free-loader living in my house, not doing any good. You’re useless, you know?”
Hyejoo’s eyes opened slowly as she came to reality and what was happening. It was the next day after her wonderful time with Yerim the night before she left. Hyejoo frantically tried to cover her naked body with the blanket she once shared with Yerim, before looking back at Haseul questioningly.
“Did you hear me, or no?”
“I hear you ma’am… but I’m confused,”
“Confused about what? I think what’s happening is pretty straightforward. I don’t like you. I don’t like how you treat Yerim, I don’t like how you pretend to respect me and then disrespect me behind my back. I don’t like any of it.”
“O-oh… um, I’m sorry Ms. Jo, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything, I just…”
“You think you hurt my feelings?” Haseul asked, staring back at Hyejoo’s wide confused eyes. Haseul couldn’t deny, Hyejoo looked awfully cute while being scolded. “You didn’t hurt my feelings, kid,”
“Then what’s the issue?”
“The issue is you guys fucking like rabbits under my roof, it’s disgusting,”
Hyejoo’s jaw dropped. “I… Uh…”
Haseul climbed on the bed, sitting in front of Hyejoo. “I’m tired of hearing you two every day, sometimes twice, I hear you fucking my daughter all the time and I’m sick of it. The way you two are constantly making out right in front of me, it’s like you want me to see, to know, to hear. But guess what? I do, and I’m tired of it,”
“M-miss Jo, I don’t know what to say,” Hyejoo said, somehow feeling like her privacy had been breached even though she made that bed for herself. Hyejoo was unable to meet Haseul’s gaze so she opted to look down, ignoring Haseul’s eyes while she collected her thoughts.
“Tisk, tisk, tisk…” Haseul said, a smirk growing on her lips. “I try to scold you and you just look at my chest?”
Hyejoo’s eyes shot up, not realizing she’d been zoning out in that direction. “N-no! I didn’t mean to! I swear!”
“Is that it? Do you like me to hear you two? Does it get you off when you know I’m listening?”
“J-Jesus no…”
“You’re lying to me, and I don’t like liars,”
Haseul paused, seeing the cogs turning inside Hyejoo’s head. “Go on,” Haseul said gently, moving closer to Hyejoo. “Touch them,” Haseul adjusted her bra, leaning over so the sight of her cleavage would be nearly inescapable. “I-I can’t… Wh-what would Yerim think?”
“Yerim would want you to be a good girl for her mother,”
Hyejoo whimpered awkwardly, setting her hand on Haseul’s left breast, trying not to embarrass herself more than she already had. “Squeeze, baby girl,” Haseul purred, setting her hand on top of Hyejoo’s, guiding her on how to touch. “A-are you sure Yerim would be okay with this?”
“Yerim would love to see us get along, and I figure the only way some dirtbag whore like you could ever get on my good side is through… well…”
“D-don’t call me that!”
“Don’t talk back to me, I wouldn’t let Yerim talk to me like that, so why should I let you?”
“You wouldn’t call Yerim that,”
“Because she isn’t a dirtbag whore, I didn’t raise her like that,”
Hyejoo scowled, pulling her hand away from Haseul’s chest. “Hey! Don’t you dare stop,” Haseul snapped, grabbing Hyejoo’s wrist and holding it tightly. “I won’t do it if you insult me-“ Hyejoo began to say before Haseul quickly shut her up by grabbing her crotch through the blankets. Hyejoo squeaked and sat up, trying to scramble out of Haseul’s reach. However, the harder she tried to get away the harder Haseul squeezed. Hyejoo whimpered in pain, trying to get Haseul to let go.
“M-Ms. Jo, what are you doing!?” Hyejoo screamed, writhing around in pain as Haseul gripped her like a vice. “S-stop!! I-it hurts!!”
“Apologize. Apologize and I’ll let you go,”
“Apologize for what!?” Hyejoo cried irately at Haseul’s nerve. “I said, apologize,” Haseul reiterated, only squeezing harder. “AH FINE! I’M SORRY!!” Hyejoo screamed in agony before Haseul let her go. Hyejoo panted and blinked tears out of her eyes, scowling at Haseul’s smug expression.
“What do you want from me!?” Hyejoo yelled, her fear turning to anger as she wondered why Haseul was bothering her so much. “Shh…” Haseul shushed, softly wrapping her arms around Hyejoo and comforting her. “Wh-what the fuck? Let me go!” Hyejoo struggled. “Hey, hey… It’s okay, sweetie, I’m not mad anymore,”
“I don’t care! Go away!”
“Shhh… I’m sorry I hurt you, baby. It was only because you weren’t listening, you have to listen, alright?”
“Why do I have to listen!? Why are you doing any of this?!”
“I don’t want to hear any yelling, Hyejoo. I’m here because I don’t like how you treat my daughter,”
“I’m nice to her, I don’t know what you mean, you obviously want something else… like… like… why did you make me touch you then? What’s happening?”
“You ask too many questions, silly. I promise you’ll understand one day,”
“I want to understand now! What would Yerim think? Sh-she wouldn’t like this, I know she wouldn’t,”
Haseul pet Hyejoo’s back. “This is all a big misunderstanding, Yerim wants us to be closer, that’s all she wants. Now, you can continue to date my daughter if you do as I say. If not, you’re gone,”
Haseul gently wiped the tears off Hyejoo’s face, planting a kiss on her forehead. “You want Yerim, right? You need her, you’d do anything to be with her,”
“I-I’m… not so sure anymore…”
“Oh? You do not like her? I wonder how she’d react to that news. Do you want to break up with her now? Is that what you’re telling me? She’d be so sad, Hyejoo, don’t do that to her,”
Hyejoo shook her head in defeat, unsure exactly what to do. “I don’t want to break her heart,” Hyejoo said sadly, her gaze falling to her lap. “That’s a good girl, now take those blankets off sweetheart, I wanna see you,” Haseul suggested, waiting to see what her daughter was so selfishly keeping to herself. Hyejoo slowly came out from under the blankets, revealing her pale body to Haseul.
“Oh, just look at you! So soft and pretty,” Haseul cooed, rubbing her hands over Hyejoo’s skin. Hyejoo’s heart beat so loudly it sounded like a train chugging on its tracks as Haseul’s hand got nearer and nearer to touching her now hard cock. “Mmm… I didn’t expect you to be so big, baby girl,” Haseul complimented, beginning to stroke Hyejoo’s dick.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Hyejoo asked, scowling at Haseul in disapproval. “Just from the way you acted…” Haseul laughed, continuing to torture Hyejoo with her deliberately slow motions up and down Hyejoo’s length.
Hyejoo winced, grabbing the sheets in her fists. “See? I knew you’d like this,” Haseul bragged, looking down at Hyejoo who whimpered and wiggled a bit. “I’m gonna bring you to highs Yerim couldn’t begin to.”
“Nobody could ever be better than Yerim,”
“Just you wait… Yerim needed you to do all that hard work… you poor thing. I’m gonna take good care of you,”
“Take care of me? Like a kid?”
Haseul laughed. “You are just a little girl, aren’t you?”
“I’m not!”
“You will be,”
“What does that mean?!”
“Good girls don’t ask questions,” Haseul said matter-of-factly, petting Hyejoo’s soft skin. “I’m not your ‘good girl’ you freak,” Hyejoo snarled, glaring at Haseul. “I know, and that’s a problem. Now that you’re dating my daughter you’re mine too, and that means I will not hesitate to discipline you when I see fit,”
Hyejoo scowled, looking at Haseul furiously, however, she couldn’t be too mad, Haseul’s soft hand was doing wonders for her. “Do you think you’re ready to take me?” Haseul asked, shedding the remaining pieces of clothing from her body little by little.
Hyejoo shuddered, looking at Haseul’s naked form thinking about the sinful deeds soon to come. “Yes, M-miss Jo,”
“Go ahead and call me mommy too,”
“Wh-“
“You’ll get used to it,” Haseul interrupted, reassuring Hyejoo. “I’m not calling you that,” Hyejoo said flatly. “You will,” Haseul snickered, smiling at Hyejoo and petting her legs again. “Do you wanna fuck me or are you too much of a little baby and you need me to ride you?”
“I’ll fuck you,” Hyejoo grumbled, sitting up from her spot on the bed and grabbing Haseul’s waist. “Eager too, hm? That’s very cute.” Haseul teased. “I’m not cute, and I’ll prove it,” Hyejoo said angrily. Haseul pursed her lips together, snatching a handful of Hyejoo’s black hair and tugging her closer with it making Hyejoo wince. “Oh yeah? I think you’re right, you’re too much of a dumb slut to ever be cute,”
Hyejoo growled, glaring daggers at Haseul and pushing her over the other way. Haseul’s body was half off the bed but Hyejoo made sure she wouldn’t fall on the floor. The good half, as Hyejoo would like to think, was still on the bed, and that was good enough.
Haseul bent her back unnaturally as she struggled to pull herself back up. “Pull me back on the bed this instant!” She reprimanded, but Hyejoo laughed, spreading Haseul’s legs open so she could properly get her revenge. “You really are a douchebag; I hope you know that!”
“At least I don’t wanna fuck someone half my age like you do,”
Haseul sneered. “Not my fault you were begging for it, I found you naked in my daughter’s bed. I can’t help it if you’re a whore, don’t blame me for it,”
“I was completely monogamous until you came along, fucking slag, trying to ruin my relationship,”
Haseul laughed. “You got me there, baby girl. Now, what are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for you to shut up,”
“No way, I saw the way your cock twitched when I insulted you, there’s more to yourself than you know,” Haseul teased. If Hyejoo could see her face she would have winked. “Ugh…” Hyejoo groaned in a mix of embarrassment, anger, and disgust. Positioning her dick over Haseul’s opening, slowly pushing inside her. She was so wet that it was no problem sliding her cock in smoothly.
Haseul moaned, her back arching even more than it already was, so much so it was a struggle for Hyejoo to keep her from falling off the bed. Hyejoo gripped Haseul’s hips firmly in her hands, enjoying the silence when she could forget that she was currently railing her girlfriend’s mom. Haseul’s insides satisfied her well, somehow she managed to still grip Hyejoo even after having a kid. It was rather impressive.
“Pull me up on this bed you fucking asshole!” Haseul yelled in between whimpers. “No, Ms. I’m not gonna fuck your ass,” Hyejoo said, purposefully mishearing Haseul’s angry demand. Haseul couldn’t help but scream in anger, hitting the bed frame with her fists. “I don’t understand how someone could be such a dumb cunt,” Haseul growled.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you over the sound of me fucking you,” Hyejoo laughed. That wasn’t quite a lie though, the sound of their skin slapping together and the wet gushy sounds coming from Haseul’s pussy was deafening.
Haseul had run out of insults to hurl Hyejoo’s way at this point, so she had to show Hyejoo she wasn’t more bark than bite. It took every ounce of strength in Haseul’s core to pull herself up and face Hyejoo directly. “Stop it. Stop being such a douchebag,”
“Make me,”
“You’re gonna regret not listening to me,”
“I doubt it.” Hyejoo laughed, flipping them around so she was on top of Haseul. “You’re unbelievable.” Haseul sighed, glaring at Hyejoo. “I know, I’m just that good,” Hyejoo bragged, smirking at Haseul.
Haseul narrowed her eyes, slapping Hyejoo’s face harshly. “Fuck…” Hyejoo moaned as Haseul hit her, her arms quivering a bit. Haseul snickered. “You like being slapped, baby girl?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Hyejoo growled, angry that Haseul would dare call her out. “I’m gonna slap you every time you swear now,”
“Be my guest,” Hyejoo scoffed, continuing to hammer Haseul while Haseul gripped her face in her hand. Haseul held Hyejoo’s jaw, squeezing hard enough for it to hurt. She kept Hyejoo’s face in place so she could slap her again. “What was that even for?!” Hyejoo complained. “Fun,” Haseul simply replied, her free hand traveling downward to smack Hyejoo’s ass, also for ‘fun’.
Hyejoo hissed as Haseul smacked her hard. Haseul loved how her handprints looked on Hyejoo’s pale skin and seeing Hyejoo trying to deny that she felt the same was even better. “Stop it…” Hyejoo whined, her orgasm approaching rather soon. “Aww whining? My little baby can’t handle it, can she?” Haseul cooed, softening the hard grip she had on Hyejoo’s face.
“I’m not…”
“Yes you are, admit it,”
“I’m not a baby!”
“You’re gonna admit it one day,” Haseul said, letting go of Hyejoo’s chin and focusing her energy elsewhere. She wedged her face in Hyejoo’s neck, giving Hyejoo hickies would certainly be a polite way to tell her daughter she got dicked down by her girlfriend. Haseul giggled as she thought about it, sinking her teeth into Hyejoo’s neck.
Hyejoo was far too overcome with pleasure to possibly tell Haseul not to bite her because Yerim might see, and honestly, she didn’t really care. Haseul may have been a bitch but damn was she good in bed, it was almost shameful Yerim didn’t treat her that way.
Haseul’s insides squeezed her too good, she wasn’t sure how long she could hold her load before she exploded, either metaphorically or literally. Hyejoo moaned as Haseul pinched her nipples and bit on her neck, it felt so good she wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold herself up and keep her rhythmic thrusts going. However, she couldn’t give up because of the relentless mocking she’d endure at Haseul’s hands.
Hyejoo closed her eyes, her chest heaving as she pounded Haseul’s tight cunt. Haseul smirked, watching Hyejoo slowly lose her composure. “I knew you couldn’t handle me, baby girl,”
“Shut up!” Hyejoo yelled in between a flurry of moans as she bit her bottom lip. Haseul looked at Hyejoo as she began to come undone, reaching her peak. Haseul watched Hyejoo’s blissed-out face while she pinched and slapped her more.
Hyejoo groaned as she slammed her cock inside Haseul releasing pump after pump of semen inside her. Haseul arched her back, lifting herself off the mattress, and feeling how warm Hyejoo’s seed made her feel. Hyejoo took a bit to recover, breathing heavily, and keeping eye contact with Haseul, who smirked, clearly enjoying seeing Hyejoo breathless and tired.
Hyejoo pulled out and before Haseul could reprimand her for being selfish she eased two fingers inside Haseul’s pussy, pushing her own cum around inside the older’s canal.
Haseul whimpered, digging her nails into Hyejoo’s thigh. “Is that okay, Ms.?” Hyejoo asked, her gentle plunges into Haseul’s awaiting hole becoming more and more aggressive. She forced constant wet sound out of Haseul as a mixture of Haseul’s wetness and Hyejoo’s cum oozed out of her.
Haseul nodded. “You’re a good girl,” Haseul said breathlessly as she searched for more of Hyejoo’s skin to squeeze, scratch, or pinch. “Fuck!” The older woman screeched, her voice sounding heavenly to Hyejoo’s ears.
She was already close when Hyejoo came, so it wouldn’t be long before she came too. Haseul grabbed Hyejoo’s arm for stability as she finished, squeezing Hyejoo’s arm tightly as her hips ground uncontrollably on Hyejoo’s fingers.
“Oh god…” Haseul moaned as she panted, looking dazed as she looked at Hyejoo. Haseul smiled at Hyejoo, gently cupping her face. “You’re not as bad as I thought you’d be,”
“Why… why are you so mean to me? I did everything you said… even if Yerim wouldn’t have wanted me to.”
Haseul grabbed Hyejoo’s hand. “Because I’m still annoyed at you,”
“B-but… what do I do now? I’m in deep shit and it’s all your fault, I shouldn’t have done that,”
“Yerim won’t mind, I swear,”
“But… she won’t like this. She barely even lets me talk to other girls,”
“I’m not any other girl, I’m her mother,”
“I’m so guilty… I don’t know what to do,” Hyejoo panicked, her hand shaking in Hyejoo’s grasp. “Shh, shh, don’t worry sweetheart. You’re a good girl, being so worried, but I assure you, it’s okay,”
“B-but… she’ll find out…”
“Of course, she will, but she won’t care, she’ll like it,”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Haseul said, patting Hyejoo’s head. “Come on, baby girl, let’s get dressed,”
xxx
Hyejoo laid in Yerim’s bed after frantically washing the sheets and blankets, erasing all the evidence of her prior affair. She was angry at Haseul, furious that Haseul would dare make her do that. She didn’t know how Haseul did it, but she felt played, manipulated even, just so she could be some sick trophy for Haseul to keep in her taboo treasure case.
She had to do something, she had to fix this, or just simply be honest with Yerim. But she was terrified Yerim would find out.
Yerim was still on vacation, although she’d be coming home tonight, and for now, it was just Haseul and Hyejoo in the house. She did take what Haseul said to heart, she really was free-loading off Haseul and Yerim, so she decided to do more things to earn her keep.
On her way to go do the dishes, she noticed Haseul beat her to it, so she decided to dodge that room, possibly looking for something else to do. Hyejoo couldn’t face Haseul again, what if she worked her magic on Hyejoo again? What if she ended up betraying Yerim’s trust twice? She couldn’t worsen her position. Oh no.
“Hyejoo, honey. I know you’re avoiding me.” Haseul said wistfully, noticing Hyejoo hiding behind the wall waiting for Haseul to leave. “Of course, I’m avoiding you,”
“Why, baby, why?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know why,”
“Oh yeah, you’re still all angsty about yesterday, I hope you know… it’s not a big deal,”
“I cheated on Yerim, WITH YOU,”
“Exactly. I’m someone she trusts, it’s not like you just fucked some random girl,”
“You’re insane!”
“Listen, you went along with it, I wouldn’t have forced you. You did this to yourself.”
Hyejoo cried out in anger, simply fleeing the scene. She contemplated never coming back to this house again, she wouldn’t be able to look either Yerim or Haseul in the eyes ever again. But she knew that simply wasn’t the way to go about it.
She didn’t know what she’d do, she was completely clueless.
Haseul watched Hyejoo leave, shaking her head in disapproval. She didn’t like Hyejoo before their encounter, but now she was starting to have much more fond feelings for her. Maybe it was guilt.
She finished scrubbing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. She figured maybe she should take some time to think about some things, especially how she felt about Hyejoo now. Did she want to steal her from her daughter now? Did she just want Hyejoo once? She knew Hyejoo didn’t want her. So why was she so obsessed?
She definitely had some things to figure out. She ascended the stairs, climbing up to the second floor of her house. Haseul walked down the hallway to her bedroom before she heard a couple hiccups coming from the inside of the bathroom. She paused, then hearing a sniffle.
“Hyejoo? Are you okay?” Haseul asked, knocking on the door.
She heard Hyejoo gasp and fumble for something. “Um…” Hyejoo said shakily. Haseul just opened the door, she was too curious to resist. She found Hyejoo with her knees pressed to her chest, sitting on the floor of the bathroom. She’d obviously been crying but desperately tried to conceal that from Haseul.
“Sweetheart… what’s wrong?” Haseul said, squatting down to be closer to Hyejoo’s level. Hyejoo looked back down into her knees, shutting Haseul out, unable to keep herself from crying more. She felt infinitely worse seeing Haseul, who was the root of all of her problems.
Somehow, even though Haseul has previously approached this issue with no remorse, she was feeling somewhat guilty now. Especially seeing how bad she made Hyejoo feel. Haseul sighed, sitting down on her knees, and setting her hand on Hyejoo’s back.
“You know what’s wrong…” Hyejoo whimpered, her voice muffled by her arms as she hid her face. “What can I do to fix it?” Haseul asked impulsively. “You can’t,” Haseul frowned, giving Hyejoo a hug. Hyejoo surprisingly hugged her back, even though she was furious with her. She just needed somebody to hug right now, she didn’t care who.
“Alright…” The older girl spoke. “I’ll admit it,”
“Admit what?”
Haseul sighed, unsure of exactly how to go about saying this. “This isn’t your fault. I did take advantage of you, and… I’m sorry,”
“It is my fault. I still went with it. But… thanks anyway.” Hyejoo sniffled. “Look… I was lying, Yerim isn’t gonna like us sleeping together, that was… that wasn’t true,”
“Yeah, I’m not stupid, I know,” Hyejoo grumbled, shutting her eyes tightly. “Okay but… it was still gross to say, I’m sorry,”
“Listen, I’m glad you feel guilty, but that doesn’t really matter, Yerim’s gonna hate me when she finds out… I don’t know what to do,”
“I… I could tell her I raped you, she wouldn’t be mad at you,”
Hyejoo pulled away, scowling at Haseul. “What?! No! That’s not true.”
“It’d keep you out of trouble, kiddo,”
“But it’d get you into a ton of trouble,”
“Then… I don’t know what to do, just… pretend it never happened the best you can, okay?”
Hyejoo wiped her tears off on her sleeve, nodding at Haseul. Her stomach was turning, she felt like the world would end the second Yerim came home.
xxx
“Hi, baby!” Yerim called, opening the door to their bedroom. Hyejoo’s heart sank seeing Yerim’s face knowing what she’d done yesterday. That she’d betrayed Yerim like that, on her own bed. “Hi,” Hyejoo said shyly, her hands shaking. She took a deep breath, composing herself as her stomach practically ate itself.
“Did you miss me?”
“Yeah, I did,”
“You’re acting weird,” Yerim commented, walking over to Hyejoo and kissing her on the cheek. “Yeah… I’m okay, I’m just a little tired, it’s hard to sleep alone,” Hyejoo flattered, holding Yerim’s hand. “Awww, you’re so cute, come on, let’s go to bed early, I’m a little tired too, I drove a long way,”
“Okay…”
Hyejoo didn’t know how long she could hold back her emotions, what with looking at Yerim’s face and feeling Yerim’s arms around her. It felt so wrong, she knew she didn’t deserve it. They laid in bed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, slowly drifting off.
“I love you so much,” Yerim cooed, kissing Hyejoo’s nose. She could tell something was wrong with Hyejoo, but she figured she’d say something about it in the morning. “Baby… I um….” Hyejoo started, pulling away from Yerim.
“What’s wrong?”
“I um… I did something bad…”
“What do you mean, honey?” Yerim scowled, sitting up to look at Hyejoo better. “I mean… I…” Hyejoo struggled to get the words out, she was shocked that she was actually going to tell Yerim what happened. She just couldn’t be dishonest. She had to make things right or her conscience would eat her alive.
“I can’t say… But… Just- I-I don’t know how to say this…”
“What happened, tell me, I bet it’s not that bad,”
“It’s bad, it’s really, really bad,”
Yerim thought for a moment, pursing her lips as her inner dialogue tried to figure out what Hyejoo could possibly be trying to tell her. Hyejoo was about to hyperventilate, it must have been something really bad, Hyejoo couldn’t have been being dramatic.
“Did you…” Yerim really didn’t want this to be the answer. “Did you sleep with someone else?”
Hyejoo shut her eyes tightly, tears falling from them as she shakily nodded her head. Yerim let out an audible gasp, unsure of what to say exactly. “Y-you…” She stuttered, looking at Hyejoo’s terrified and regretful expression. “W-with who?!” Yerim cried, unsure of who Hyejoo could have possibly cheated on her with.
“I’m not sure you want to know…”
“What?! OF COURSE, I want to know!” Yerim begged, shaking Hyejoo’s shoulders aggressively, tears pooling in her eyes. She didn’t even know how to feel currently, but she had to get all the details before she did anything else.
“I… Um…”
“Tell me. Tell me or I don’t know what I’ll do,” Yerim snapped, shaking Hyejoo’s shoulders again. “H-Haseul…” Hyejoo whispered under her breath. Yerim raised one of her eyebrows. “What? Tell me… louder,”
“I-it was… h-her…” Hyejoo said abashedly, pointing at a picture frame with a photo of Yerim and her mother, Haseul inside it.
Yerim froze, she thought about what that’d even meant. “M-mom?”
Hyejoo nodded, hiding her face in her hands shamefully, finally beginning to cry remembering her and Haseul’s encounter. Yerim cried too, unable to hold back her emotions knowing her own mother had done such things to her. It was double fucked up.
“Leave.” Yerim tearfully demanded. “I don’t give a shit if you don’t have anywhere to go, go sleep on the porch.”
“Yerim…”
“I won’t tell you again.”
Hyejoo sighed, never feeling so disgusting in her entire life. She couldn’t believe herself. “I’m so sorry…” Hyejoo sobbed, sitting up from Yerim’s bed and beginning her journey to the porch. “Don’t talk to me,” Yerim said, figuring once Hyejoo left she would confront her mother.
Hyejoo walked down the stairs, not sure what to do. She hated herself and she couldn’t think of anything she could do to make it better. She laid on the floor of the porch, barely having enough energy to bat away mosquitos.
She planned on laying there in her own misery and sorrow until morning, not sure what she’d do by then, but she wasn’t thinking about that. She had too much on her mind.
Inside the house, she could hear Yerim and Haseul screaming at each other, but she didn’t exactly know what they were saying. She knew the subject matter however, what else would they be yelling about. Her heart shattered hearing Yerim cry, knowing it was her fault, and knowing even more so that Haseul was doing nothing but fueling the flames.
Hyejoo had grown past the need for crying, she didn’t even think she had enough energy too. She was drowning in guilt, her heart made its home in her stomach now, and she was filled with dread. That was until she heard the front door creak open.
“Hyejoo, Bunny, are you okay?” She heard a familiar, yet very unwelcome voice coming from the open door. It was Haseul, of course, it was.
Hyejoo ignored her, not really seeing any better options. “Why did you tell Yerim? I thought we agreed to keep it private…” Haseul asked, kneeling down by Hyejoo’s body, which was dramatically sprawled across the deck floor.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!!” Hyejoo heard Yerim scream, she must have followed Haseul outside of the house. “Right! Right… but I told you it’s all okay now,”
“It’s okay?! IT’S OKAY!?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”
“I know, I get it…” Haseul said, trying to calm Yerim down. “Hyejoo! Get in my car!” Yerim called over to Hyejoo, who looked at Yerim, obviously confused. But she did as told, not wanting to anger Yerim more than she already had. She peeled herself off the ground and descended through the yard to the driveway.
“And YOU! You molest my girlfriend and think I could POSSIBLY FORGIVE YOU!?” Yerim shrieked, pushing Haseul back. Hyejoo’s head snapped to the side hearing those words. “She didn’t do that!” Hyejoo yelled, turning to Yerim and Haseul. Hyejoo was beyond annoyed at how Haseul followed through on her plan without Hyejoo’s blessing. Haseul was alleging something so vile about herself to save someone she didn’t even really like. It was so strange.
“Hyejoo… don’t defend her!” Yerim screamed, irate that Hyejoo would defend somebody who’d done something so awful.
“She’s lying, I swear, I have no reason to be lying about this!”
“Neither does she!”
“Yerim you have to listen to me…” Hyejoo whimpered, grabbing Yerim’s hand. “I did that willingly. I deserve to be blamed. I’m sorry, Yerim… I… I agreed to do it with her. I don’t know why, but I did.”
Yerim looked back and forth between Hyejoo and Haseul, trying to figure out which one of them was lying. However, it didn’t matter, her mind was already made up. “Go get in the car, I’m packing our stuff,” Yerim commanded, dropping Hyejoo’s hand. “Wh-where are we going?”
“I don’t know, but we’re not staying here.”
Hyejoo nodded, going back to the car and sitting down in the passenger seat.
She fiddled with her hands in the streetlight, waiting for Yerim to return. She didn’t understand what was happening. Hyejoo had to convince Yerim that Haseul and her had a two-sided affair and not whatever Haseul told Yerim. Hyejoo was also worried that Yerim would direct all her anger pointed at Haseul onto Hyejoo if she convinced her.
Hyejoo was shaking with fear, her body trembling as she tried to think of anything she could possibly do to feel better.
She waited in that car seat for what felt like an eternity, just suffering and panicking, wondering if Yerim would ever leave the house. She felt sick seeing Haseul sit on the bench on the porch, acting so nonchalant as if she did not cause all of this, as if she didn’t ruin her relationship with her daughter all at once and possibly ruin Hyejoo’s life as well.
Hyejoo watched Yerim walk out of the house carrying a bunch of bags, paying no attention to Haseul, and walking briskly and angrily from the house down to her car. Yerim threw open the car door, setting the bags in the backseat, slamming the door once their luggage was inside.
Yerim sat in the driver’s seat, putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car. She waited until she was comfortably driving to speak, but she definitely had questions.
“Tell me what happened that night. My mom told me you were drunk and she just… I don’t know… but, apparently that’s not true, so tell me what happened.”
“Um…” Hyejoo hiccupped, trying to calm down enough to get her words out. “It was the morning after you left, a-and I was laying in your bed exactly how you left me last night. She came inside to um… yell at me or something, and… um… she caught me l-looking at her chest, which I swear was an accident!”
“Yes? Go on.”
“And um… she m-made me touch her, a-and I didn’t really want to… but something about her making me was… I don’t know,”
Yerim made some noise of disgust, before beckoning Hyejoo to say more.
“She-she kept saying really mean stuff to me, but at that point, I was uh… starting to kind of…” Hyejoo hid her face in her hands in pure humiliation. “I-I liked it…”
Yerim felt her stomach turn, feeling so gross and grimy hearing such a filthy story.
“At some point, she said something so mean I stopped touching her, and she got really mad… and she… and she um…” Hyejoo struggled to find a way to describe what Haseul did. “She grabbed me…”
“Where?”
“Ummm…” Hyejoo looked away, wiping tears off her face. Yerim observed Hyejoo’s hesitance, filling in the blanks. “So, she grabbed your cock, yes?”
Hyejoo shyly nodded. “A-and she squeezed, r-really hard… it hurt so bad. She didn’t stop until I apologized.”
“A-and…” Hyejoo continued. “We e-ended up finally doing it… and um… nothing weird happened,”
Yerim held onto the steering wheel harder, the angrier she got. She let Hyejoo’s story sink in a bit, thinking about it and thinking it through.
She didn’t have much to say to Hyejoo, she didn’t have many questions anymore. “Why did she make up that story?” Yerim asked, that being the only thing that she needed to know. “Um… she found me uh… crying about it, and she told me she’d do it… and I told her not to, but she didn’t listen.”
“As long as you didn’t tell her to say that. It scared me half to death, Hye.” Yerim lectured, glad Haseul’s disgusting story wasn’t true. Yerim focused all of her attention on driving now, ignoring Hyejoo even if she was still whimpering and crying, a bit calmed down now knowing Yerim wasn’t too mad at her still.
But somehow she felt she deserved it. Yerim should have been angrier at her. Yerim should have left her. But she didn’t, she stayed, and Hyejoo didn’t know why.
“This’ll work,” Yerim mumbled under her breath, pulling into a hotel parking lot. She parked in a space and opening her door. Hyejoo moved to open her door too but Yerim objected. “Don’t. You look like a mess, stay in the car.” Yerim said coldly, slamming the door when she climbed out of the driver’s seat. Hyejoo’s heart ached unbelievably bad, her brain pulsing heavily, she felt like she’d throw up.
Yerim marched calmly up to the entrance of the hotel to get them a room. Hyejoo watched her afar through the glass. She tried to compose herself but failed miserably. She knew she shouldn’t be the distraught one, but she couldn’t help it.
All her guilt and regret washed back over her, leaving her feeling horrible and undesirable.
However, as soon as she saw Yerim walk out of the building to go fetch Hyejoo and their bags, she desperately tried to wipe her tears away with her sleeve and pretend to be fine.
“Grab your shit.” Yerim snapped, opening the door and grabbing her bags out of the back seat. Hyejoo got out of the car, taking her bags as well. “I can carry your bags…” Hyejoo suggested sweetly but tearfully, sniffling as she watched Yerim completely ignore her.
Yerim harshly grabbed onto Hyejoo’s arm dragging her through the hotel lobby to the elevator. “Room 304” she whispered to herself, pressing the correct button on the elevator. The pair stood silently in the elevator and for Hyejoo, it felt like it lasted forever. She had a constant sinking feeling in her stomach fearing what would happen to her when Yerim finally got her alone in that hotel room.
Yerim could murder her in that room and nobody could help her.
But honestly, Yerim killing her didn’t seem even close to as bad as some of the alternatives.
Hyejoo didn’t even dare try to make eye contact with Yerim, she was terrified of what she’d find. She’d never seen Yerim so mad before, and it made her feel even worse that she deserved every bit of it.
The elevator door opened and Yerim snatched Hyejoo’s arm again, tugging her through the hallway. Hyejoo was sweating now, feeling nothing but guilt and fear as Yerim slid the keycard through the slot in the door, opening the door, and dragging Hyejoo inside. Yerim waited for Hyejoo to kick off her shoes before she spoke.
“Set your bags down,” Yerim commanded. Hyejoo put her bags down on the floor of the hotel room. Yerim pushed Hyejoo’s back, shoving her forward towards one of the beds. Hyejoo’s heart shattered a bit seeing Yerim got a room with two beds, knowing she’d have to sleep alone. Although, it beat sleeping on the porch.
Yerim shoved Hyejoo back again, making her stumble over onto the soft bed. “You stay,” Yerim ordered, pointing her finger at Hyejoo, making sure she was listening. “O-okay…” Hyejoo whimpered, still unable to keep tears from falling down her face. Yerim grabbed one of her bags which she packed strategically while Hyejoo was in the car, however, if everything went well she wouldn’t be needing it.
Upon setting the bag on the bed, she climbed on top of the bed, pinning Hyejoo down on it. Hyejoo shivered, usually having nothing but confidence and control in these situations but all of that had been stripped away from her knowing how angry and hurt Yerim was.
She was terrified of what Yerim would do to her, but somehow that fear gave her other feelings. She knew Yerim could tell, and she knew that her being aroused by Yerim’s state made Yerim even angrier. “You’re such a disgusting freak. First, you fucking enjoy my mom groping you without your permission and now you get hard because I’m mad at you. You’re the fucking scum of the earth, Son Hyejoo,”
“M' sorry…” Hyejoo mumbled. “Don’t bother,” Yerim replied, grabbing Hyejoo’s face in her hand. “Your apology is worthless, what makes you think I’d ever take anything some degenerate whore wants to tell me seriously? Are you fucking kidding me? You slept with my mother, MY MOTHER, WHAT THE FUCK?” Yerim yelled, slapping Hyejoo’s face.
“You’re so lucky I’m so forgiving, or else you’d really have nowhere to go. I guess you could just live with my mother, that fucking pervert creep, you two deserve each other.”
Yerim didn’t care that Hyejoo was sobbing, she had to unload all her anger and resentment on her poor girlfriend before she exploded. It did kind of sting to see how sad her words made Hyejoo, but she couldn’t really care. She was too angry to care about Hyejoo’s feelings.
“What are you?” Yerim asked suddenly as if she wanted a specific answer. “A horrible person…” Hyejoo sobbed, sniffling and hiccupping loudly. “No, you dumb bitch, you’re mine, remember? You’re mine. You agreed to be MY girlfriend, so you’re mine, nobody else can have you as long as I live and breathe, got is?”
“Y-yes…”
“So let me ask you again, what are you?”
“Yours…”
“That’s right. But it’s a shame, I barely even want you anymore. Maybe I should enjoy you right now before I change my mind,”
Yerim spat in Hyejoo’s face, aggressively beginning to tug her clothes off. She didn’t care if she ripped a few of the buttons off Hyejoo’s shirt, nothing mattered, nothing even made sense. The two people she’d trusted most had betrayed her in such a sick way.
“I hate you so much but I want you so bad,” Yerim whispered in Hyejoo’s ear, sending shivers down her spine and giving her butterflies in her stomach
“You make me fucking sick,” Yerim snarled, slapping Hyejoo’s face once more as she practically ripped Hyejoo’s shirt off of her. Yerim hiked up her skirt, grinding her pussy against Hyejoo’s now prominent erection. She sat up a bit more separating her body from Hyejoo as she pulled off Hyejoo’s bra, not wasting any time leaning back over and hastily rubbing her face all over Hyejoo’s neck.
She didn’t kiss however, all she did was bite and suck, leaving circular purple bruises dotted all over Hyejoo’s neck and chest, clearly marking her as taken. Hyejoo moaned and cried in pain, Yerim’s teeth sinking into her delicate skin made her feel things she didn’t think she was capable of feeling.
“I can’t believe I’m putting my mouth on such a filthy person,” Yerim said disgustedly, still marking up Hyejoo, working her way to the other side of her neck but seeing something she didn’t want to see. “You already have a fucking hickey. SHE HAD THE FUCKING NERVE!” Yerim yelled. “We-we’re gonna get noise complaints…” Hyejoo said shyly, trying not to anger Yerim, but failing miserably. “I don’t fucking care. Shut the fuck up. You have my mother’s hickies on your neck, you fucking slut! I can’t believe this,” Yerim hissed.
Hyejoo’s heart sank even more than it already had, seeing tears well up in Yerim’s eyes seeing evidence of Hyejoo and her mother’s affair. It made her feel so sick, she couldn’t hardly hold it together. “Yerim… I’m so sorry…” Hyejoo sobbed again. “SHUT UP!” Yerim screamed, hitting Hyejoo’s face again.
“Or huh… will you only do what I want if I…” Yerim removed her clothed heat from Hyejoo and instead grabbed Hyejoo’s shaft through her jeans, squeezing very hard just as Haseul had done prior. “Is this the only thing you’ll listen to?”
“Y-Yerim!!!”
“Shut up, I know you like it,”
Hyejoo writhed around as far as Yerim would let her, trying to free herself from the painful grasp. “What? You liked it when my mom did it, why not me?”
“I-it hurts so bad…” Hyejoo whimpered, tears streaming down her face as she let out pained whimpers and cries. “It’s almost pitiful how much you like it… I feel you throbbing, you know,” Yerim teased, easing up her grip to more of a gentle touch, carefully massaging Hyejoo’s cock as she leaned back over and began to mark Hyejoo once more.
“You deserve to feel all the pain you two made me feel,”
Yerim unzipped the fly and undid the button, slipping her hand under Hyejoo’s jeans to find Hyejoo’s dick begging to be freed from the final piece of clothing. Hyejoo moaned, Yerim’s harsh words and bites combined with Yerim’s hand touching her so marvelously was almost too much to handle. Every emotion and feeling was elevated and Hyejoo was shocked by it.
“I hate you, you fucking asshole,” Yerim snarled, chomping down on Hyejoo’s neck, tasting a tad of blood in her mouth from how hard she’d bitten Hyejoo. “I wanna hurt you so bad… god…” Yerim moaned, lapping up the singular droplet of blood that came from Hyejoo’s wound.
“Tell me you’re sorry, you useless whore, tell me you’re sorry,” She demanded, gripping Hyejoo’s jaw and smacking her across the face. “I-I’m sorry… Yerimmie… I’m sorry, I’ll do anything if you just forgive me… please,” Hyejoo begged, whimpering and blushing, knowing she wouldn’t last long when put under such punitive conditions.
Something about Yerim treating her this way made her feel unbelievably horny even if she was ashamed of it. Yerim was right, maybe she was a disgusting freak. At least for this, she was. “Apologize better,” Yerim commanded, still gripping Hyejoo’s face hard with her one hand as she pleasured her with the other. Hyejoo shut her eyes, knowing she’d cum if she kept them open.
“O-oh… god… Yerim… I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I did that… I’ll never do it again, never ever. You’re the only one I want or need,”
Yerim nodded, silently freeing Hyejoo’s dick from her underwear and sloppily pulling Hyejoo’s pants and boxers down at once. Yerim eased her hand up and down Hyejoo’s length, snickering to herself at how much precum had oozed all over.
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,”
“A-ah… s-so good… Yerimmie… I can’t h-hold it!” Hyejoo cried, only having been bare for less than a minute. “I-I’m sorry!” She whined as she came, her cum landing all over Yerim’s clothes.
Yerim froze, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, obviously trying not to explode with anger. “You weren’t supposed to do that.” She grumbled through gritted teeth. “Yerimmie… I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean it! I just… it just happened!”
“Shut up.” Yerim snapped as if she was presenting an ultimatum. She carefully got off Hyejoo and began removing her semen-soaked clothes, then leaving her in only her underwear. Yerim held her soiled shirt in her hand, leaned over Hyejoo again, and begun to rub the shirt all over Hyejoo’s face.
Hyejoo whined and tried to fight it, trying to turn her head away and avoid getting her own cum smeared all over her, but she couldn’t get away. Hyejoo still cried when Yerim tossed her shirt onto the floor of the hotel room, feeling herself get wetter while looking at Hyejoo, trying to wipe her own seed out of her eyes and mouth.
Yerim stayed serious, even though inside she was nearly overwhelmed with the sight. “That’s what you get for cumming instantly. What happened while I was gone? Did you just forget how to hold your load?”
Hyejoo didn’t respond, too busy trying to clean herself off to form a response, not that anything she could have said had any value to Yerim. “But in all seriousness, I feared that might be the case, and to ensure that doesn’t happen again, you’re gonna have to use this,” Yerim grumbled, rummaging through her bag she brought from home and pulling out a rubber ring.
“What is that…?” Hyejoo asked shyly, uncomfortably laying with her arms at her sides. “Doesn’t matter,” Yerim simply responded, grabbing a hold of Hyejoo’s dick and trying to get her hard once more, smirking as Hyejoo’s penis immediately stiffened.
Yerim eased the tight ring over Hyejoo’s girth, having it rest on the base of her cock. “No more cumming all over me, or in me, or at all,” Yerim said. “You want nothing but sex, hm? Fucking whore, this is what you get for sleeping around,”
Hyejoo whimpered again, unsure of what to do or say, a little scared of this device and its purpose.
Yerim slid off her bra and threw it onto the floor. “Put your hands above your head,” Yerim commanded, reaching inside the bag. “I was hoping this hotel would have a slatted headboard - I don’t want you escaping when you realize how horrible this thing is gonna be for you,” Yerim said, gesturing to the ring at the base of Hyejoo’s penis.
“I never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be putting these on you,” She said wistfully, pulling the classic black leather handcuffs out of her bag. “W-wh… how- why did you even bring those…?” Hyejoo mumbled, obediently staying in place.
“Because this was always my plan. If mom wasn’t lying, I would have left it in the car and consoled you. But since it turns out you’re just a disgusting whore, after all, I brought the bag in with us.” Yerim said as she buckled the cuffs around Hyejoo’s wrist, weaving the chain between one of the slats in the headboard and cuffing Hyejoo’s other wrist.
“I’m… um…”
“Shut up,”
“But Yerimmie…”
“Yeah, I figured that’d be an issue too,” Yerim grumbled, removing her panties and holding them in her hands. “Open wide,” She commanded, balling up the fabric soaked in slick out of Hyejoo’s view.
Hyejoo opened her mouth for Yerim, wondering what Yerim could want her to open her mouth for. Yerim stuffed the balled-up panties in Hyejoo’s mouth, knowing the cloth would keep her from making too much more noise.
Hyejoo uttered a brief muffled sound of surprise, trying to fight Yerim but unable to due to being bound. “You best let me do what I want, I’m already mad, don’t make me angrier,” Yerim threatened, sending shivers down Hyejoo’s spine.
Yerim was enjoying humiliating Hyejoo a little too much, she never thought she’d ever have so much fun having sex before. Although, she was a bit hesitant to admit that because of how angry and betrayed she felt after Hyejoo did what she did.
But she figured she’d feel better after all this.
“I don’t want you spitting them out,” Yerim explained, grabbing something else from that bag which seemed like a never-ending vessel filled with objects that had the sole purpose of torturing Hyejoo. “You remember this?” She asked, holding her underwear inside Hyejoo’s mouth with one hand and holding up a gag ball in the other hand.
Hyejoo hesitantly nodded, nervously swallowing and shutting her eyes briefly. “Keep your mouth open, whore,” Yerim commanded, letting go of the now saliva-soaked panties and forcing them deeper inside Hyejoo’s mouth with the ball. She lifted up Hyejoo’s hair and buckled the straps behind Hyejoo’s head.
She was finally confident there would be no more arguing and she could finally enjoy Hyejoo without hearing her whining constantly. Yerim couldn’t deny how gorgeous her girlfriend was when so vulnerable before her. Yerim could do anything and Hyejoo would be powerless to stop her.
Yerim finished sliding off Hyejoo’s pants and underwear, tossing them onto the floor. She mounted her girlfriend, holding her tip at her entrance. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting,” She confessed, setting her hand on Hyejoo’s hip.
Yerim gently sank down on Hyejoo’s length, earning a muffled whimper from Hyejoo. She watched Hyejoo struggle against her bindings a bit, realizing she’d be in it for the long haul whether she liked it or not. She was completely and totally at Yerim’s mercy, it was either that or no Yerim at all, and she knew she’d do anything to make Yerim take her back.
However, she couldn’t understand how Yerim thought Hyejoo wouldn’t like this. She was being ridden by the hottest girl on earth, how could she ever want to escape?
Yerim moaned, going between intervals of grinding and bouncing, doing whatever made her feel the best at that moment. She’d made Hyejoo her own personal sex toy and couldn’t imagine anything better.
Hyejoo was so lucky Yerim didn’t blindfold her, she wanted nothing more than to see Yerim enjoy her. There was something so effortlessly sexy about how Yerim took out all her anger on her. It was even hotter knowing all the things Yerim said about Hyejoo were true.
She thought feeling disgusting and worthless was the worst feeling in the world, but currently, it was thrilling and unbelievably hot. That must have been lust clouding her mind, though, she knew in her right mind she’d be devastated that Yerim would dare say anything like that to her.
Both of them knew that they wanted to do this again, but both of them assumed the other felt the opposite. Yerim feared Hyejoo would want to never see her again after this, after all the stuff she had and soon would put her through. But due to anger and general horniness that was not taken into consideration much.
“Do you need to cum yet?” Yerim asked, grabbing one of Hyejoo’s boobs in her hand and smacking the sensitive flesh in her hand with the other. Hyejoo squeaked and shook her head, she didn’t feel like it yet, but she knew it was coming shortly.
Yerim’s insides adored feeling full of Hyejoo even if her mind felt gross that she’d ever take this traitor back. But as soon as she came up with the idea of enacting revenge, she knew what she wanted. She didn’t want Hyejoo gone, she wanted to punish her, make her never, ever want to do anything remotely like that again.
Now she would keep a close eye on Hyejoo. The more she thought about it she wasn’t sure she wanted to see Hyejoo around a girl ever again without close supervision.
“How about now?”
Hyejoo felt on the edge of cumming, but the ring at the base of her shaft didn’t let her. It squeezed her so hard it hurt, and the sperm wanting to make its way out only caused her more pain. She whimpered and cried into her gag for all it was worth, but sadly, it was no use.
Her muffled cries and screams only made Yerim feel better, knowing she was finally enacting revenge on Hyejoo and putting her through as much pain as she could. Not only that, but seeing Hyejoo’s chest and face so red from constant smacks made her feel even better.
Hyejoo sobbed as Yerim had her way with her, the pain and orgasm denial was a little much for a first-time submissive, but she was again, unable to do anything to stop Yerim. She knew it’d all be worth it when Yerim decided to forgive her after this, at least, that’s what she hoped was going to happen.
All she wanted now was for Yerim to hug her and be sweet, but she knew that wasn’t what she deserved. Still, she yearned for Yerim’s care. Haseul was right, Hyejoo was a baby all along, just couldn’t admit it to herself or others. All she wanted was love and approval, sadly, she was denied that by everyone but Yerim it seemed. So seeing Yerim so furious and hateful toward her broke her heart.
Yerim made direct eye contact with Hyejoo the whole time, wanting Hyejoo to be reminded of how irate she was.
Hyejoo’s cock begged for the sweet release of cumming, but she knew she didn’t deserve it. She already orgasmed once. She should have enjoyed it more. If only she’d known this was in store for her.
Yerim relished in Hyejoo’s pain. She watched the tears stream from her girlfriend’s eyes once more, and she knew she’d cum soon.
Yerim bounced slowly, switching to more deliberate and deep plunges, rather than quick shallow ones. Hyejoo’s cock rubbed up against her most sensitive spot and brought her utmost pleasure.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!” Yerim cried, her hands wrapping around Hyejoo’s throat. Hyejoo’s eyes widened as she struggled against her bondage. Yerim loved watching Hyejoo’s scared and shocked expression as she choked her. She needed something to push her over the edge, and she was sure depriving Hyejoo of not only the release of orgasmic bliss but also oxygen would do it for her.
Hyejoo screamed and whined, trying to do everything possible to get Yerim’s hands off her neck. Yerim’s grip was far too strong, however. Yerim shook Hyejoo’s neck, watching as Hyejoo fought for her life. Hyejoo’s pain was the thing she needed to cum the most, however, she took one of her hands off Hyejoo’s neck and used it to rub her clit.
Yerim couldn’t believe how loud she was being, she never expected to finish this good. Her entire body shook and her mind went numb, she felt her orgasm pulse through every muscle in her body. The sensation was almost too much, she could hardly believe it.
She stayed at the peak of cumming for nearly a whole minute, wave after wave coursing through her. She couldn’t believe how good it was, she was truly touching heaven at the moment.
Then, everything was silent.
She’d come down from the highest high she’d ever reached and she couldn’t believe what she’d just been through.
Yerim instantly felt so tired. Her plan was to use Hyejoo as long as she possibly could, but she’d reached her stamina limit after one round. She peaked at Hyejoo, checking to see why she wasn’t still screaming and sobbing loudly and she realized she’d accidentally choked a bit too hard.
“Oh god… Honey Bear, I’m sorry,” she whispered, cupping Hyejoo’s face and feeling her hot breath on her hand. At least Hyejoo would never know Yerim didn’t use her all night. Yerim could always lie to her when she woke up.
Yerim unmounted her unconscious partner, cringing when she saw how red and irritated her dick was. It barely even looked real. Yerim frowned, feeling a bit bad in her post-nut-clarity. She slid the cock ring off Hyejoo’s length and gently rubbed Hyejoo’s irritated cock in her palm, trying to soothe whatever pain Hyejoo was still in.
Yerim planted little kisses on Hyejoo’s tip, hoping her kisses would heal Hyejoo and make her feel better. She didn’t wait long before taking Hyejoo’s inflamed shaft inside her mouth. Tasting herself on Hyejoo wasn’t new, but was still a bit odd in Yerim’s opinion, however, her natural nurturing side demanded that she care for Hyejoo and help her cum, even if she wasn’t awake to witness.
Although, since Hyejoo had been suspended in a state of constant cumming without release, it took a matter of seconds before Hyejoo shot her load inside Yerim’s mouth, whining a bit in her sleep.
Yerim choked a bit but managed to swallow it all without much of a struggle. Once she’d taken Hyejoo’s meat out of her mouth she saw it returning to its normal shade of pink. It was still red, but it didn’t look painful anymore.
Yerim took the gag out of Hyejoo’s mouth, then fished her panties out of there too. She felt herself get a little horny thinking about how full she stuffed Hyejoo’s mouth but ignored it, she was too tired to possibly do anything about it. Yerim finally tucked Hyejoo into the blankets, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Once she’d made sure Hyejoo wouldn’t be in pain or end up choking to death on her panties in the middle of the night, Yerim stumbled over to the other bed after she’d tossed on some pajamas. Not only was she exhausted from driving nearly six hours back to her home, but she’d also endured all the drama with her mother.
She didn’t know what she’d do about her mother, where she’d go once she ran out of money to keep staying at the hotel, but she didn’t really care. Because as soon as she hit the mattress, she fell right asleep.
Hyejoo was the first to wake up. Her eyes fluttering open, momentarily forgetting how she’d gotten in this hotel room, then feeling her heart sink when she remembered. “Y-Yerim…” She croaked, trying to figure out where Yerim had gone. She attempted to sit up but her hands were still bound to the bedframe.
She heard Yerim grumble and toss and turn in her bed, eventually turning over to meet Hyejoo’s gaze. “Good morning,” Yerim said, smiling at Hyejoo even though Hyejoo was about to cry remembering last night.
Yerim pouted seeing Hyejoo sniffle. “Hey… Beanie Baby, it’s okay,” Yerim whispered, getting out of her bed and walking over to Hyejoo.
“I’m not mad anymore, you showed lots of devotion to me last night, not just anyone would have sat and endured what I put you through.”
“Really?”
“Of course,” Yerim said, crawling into bed next to Hyejoo. She rubbed her hands up and down Hyejoo’s bare stomach and chest, the action more loving than sexual.
“Just know, things are gonna be a little different from now on,”