Park Eun-ji, who demanded that I find out who it was based on just a single dick pic.
…So, it's clear she's looking for me.
But why?
Is she really trying to track me down to kill me? Is that why she's searching for the owner of that dick pic?
"Haaa…."
Maybe not.
If she really just wanted to kill me… then there's no way she'd show me her naked body like this.
"…That could be it, right?"
Maybe she really wants to get fucked by that dick in the picture.
And so, my delusions spiral out of control.
I keep circling back to the thought that Park Eun-ji might actually want to get fucked by me.
[Stranger: Oppa~ Is the video still not ready?]
Park Eun-ji, asking me to hurry up and send the masturbation video.
[Stranger: Oppa~ Hurry up~]
Her constant nagging and pushing make the corners of my mouth twitch upward against my will.
[Me: 😂 just wait a second]
Still, just in case, I carefully review the video I just recorded.
Checking my own masturbation video multiple times is torture, but the thought of Park Eun-ji watching me like this makes my heart race.
"…Looks fine."
My lips are tightly sealed, though my heavy breathing and occasional gasps slip through. But it's nothing too noticeable.
I double-check that there's nothing in the video that could reveal my identity.
"Huuu…."
Maybe I've always had a perverted streak. For some reason, sending photos or videos like this makes my heart pound like it's about to burst.
[Stranger: I'm gonna die waiting 😂😂😂]
Park Eun-ji's message feels genuinely excited.
Without realizing it, I grin, imagining Park Eun-ji's shocked face as she watches the video I just sent.
"Haaa…."
I wonder what she'll say about my dick—whether she'll like it, whether she'll want to put it inside her pussy… I'm curious about her reaction.
[Stranger: Oh 😂 it's here. Be right back 😂😂😂]
Park Eun-ji's happy response makes my shoulders tense up involuntarily.
And then I imagine—no, delude myself—into thinking that Park Eun-ji got turned on by my video and started masturbating to it.
The thought alone makes my limp lower half stiffen again in an instant, despite being drained from three rounds already.
"Hng…."
Lying comfortably, I grip my hardening dick and start stroking it slowly.
"…Park Eun-ji, you fucking bitch…."
Her face, crying and begging—
Her flushed cheeks, her desperate pleas—
"Please, just fuck me once…"
I can see her so clearly in my mind.
"Haa… Fucking bitch, hng, ngh… I'm gonna die, fuck…."
The only sound in the room is the slick, rhythmic slapping.
Soon, the room is filled with the thick scent of sex.
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The video, like the earlier photo, is nothing but skin tones.
The only difference is how much more dynamic the movement is.
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
In the video, that bastard's hand moves furiously.
And the thing in his grip is still enormous, his hand moving so fast it leaves afterimages.
—Haa, hng, ngh, hngk!
"Ah…."
Beyond the movement of his hand, rough breathing echoes from the other side of the phone.
It's definitely his voice.
I bring my face closer to the phone.
—Hah, haa, ngh… ugh…
Moans that sound like he's holding back.
The lewd, sticky sounds of his hand working his dick make it hard to hear clearly.
"Hng…."
The obscene, shameless noises fill my room.
At least no one else is home.
I press my ear even closer to the phone.
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
I glance at the screen.
The thick, bulging veins of his dick stand out, straining upward.
His breathing grows heavier as he strokes it like he's out of his mind.
—Haa, ngh! Hngk! Ugh, hnggg!
"…Disgusting bastard."
But for some reason, his voice sounds familiar.
Then again, everyone probably sounds similar when they're like this.
No point stressing over it.
This perverted bastard, jerking off to my picture, sending me videos like this.
Is he grinning like an idiot right now? Is he still doing this?
No… he's definitely still laughing, gripping his dick just like in the video.
"Haa, fuck… If I ever find you… ngh, I'll really…."
The humiliation, the frustration.
And then his half-assed threats.
I'll pay him back twice, three times, four times over.
"…Ah, fuck, it's so hot…."
My body is burning up.
It's summer, so of course I'm overheating.
Beep— beep— beep—
I turn the AC down even lower.
As low as it can go.
Thud—
"Haa…."
The only thing I know about this bastard is what his dick looks like.
…Still, not all men have the same shape.
If I keep looking, I'll find him eventually.
That's the optimistic thought, at least.
"…What am I even doing…?"
There's no way I've already found him.
But I can't help but feel spiteful.
"Fuck… He's really going at it…."
The video is a full five minutes long.
Even now, two minutes in, he's still stroking at the same relentless pace.
"...How long is he gonna keep going, fuck…."
But I have to watch the whole thing, just in case there's a clue.
I force myself to focus on the screen.
—Hng, hah! Ngh!!
His breathing grows even more ragged.
It sounds like he's about to pass out, but his hand doesn't slow down.
If anything, it seems even faster.
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"…Does that even feel good…?"
I wouldn't know.
But I'm still curious.
"Haa, fuck… How did I even…."
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
"…I'm such a fucking crazy bitch."
It's too late to blame anyone else.
What's done is done, and now I have to deal with it.
"…Ah, why… is it so fucking hot…."
Maybe it's the frustration, but no matter how much I blast the AC, the heat won't leave my body.
It's freezing in here—enough to make me shiver—but my body still feels like it's burning up.
"Haa, huu… haaa…."
I lie still, trying to relax.
The bed beneath me, the blankets—everything feels scorching from my body heat.
"...So annoying."
Nothing is more irritating than summer heat.
The unbearable warmth makes me feel like all the moisture in my body is evaporating.
My throat is parched.
"Huu…."
I force myself to sit up.
I should drink some water, but my whole body feels sluggish.
It's like I'm coming down with something.
"Haa, fuck… This is just great…."
They say even dogs don't get sick in summer, but between the stress and the heat, I feel a chill running through me.
Still, I can't turn off the AC, so I adjust it back to a slightly higher temperature.
"Ha, haa… huu…."
Maybe it's because I feel sick, but my steps are unsteady.
No matter how hard I try, my body won't move right.
Thud— thud— thud—
Creak—
"…It's hot as hell out here too."
The moment I open my bedroom door, the stifling air of the living room hits me.
It's so unpleasant that I just want to grab water and hurry back.
"Huuu…."
With every step, a dull ache pulses in my lower stomach.
At this point, it'd be easier to list the parts of me that don't hurt.
"Haa, ha… huu…."
I blame that bastard for all of this.
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be like this.
"...Just wait till I find you…."
My head throbs, and now my stomach churns.
"…Gulp, gulp, gulp… haaa…."
The cold water soothes my throat as it goes down.
But the relief is short-lived.
Ding-dong—
The doorbell echoes through the living room.
"…No one should be coming over."
Could it be Choi Ji-young?
I'm already in pain, and if she shows up with her nonsense, I'll snap at her.
"…Fucking bitch. Why the hell would you say that?"
Just the thought of hearing her ask, "Who was that guy?" makes my head spin.
But if I tell her everything, I'll look pathetic.
"Either way, you're dead, fuck."
Thud— thud— thud—
I stomp toward the door, my irritation seeping into every step.
I hope the person on the other side can feel my anger.
Clunk—
"Hey, you fucking—! I told you it wasn't— Ah…."
I take two steps back.
Despite being taller than me, he always looks at me with timid eyes.
Even now, he's avoiding direct eye contact.
His stupid, clueless expression makes me sigh before I speak first.
"...What the fuck do you want?"
"Uh, well… I wanted to ask you something."
He's never come over uninvited before.
"Just text me. Or call."
"…You weren't answering."
Neither of us has ever reached out first, but showing up at my place is way weirder.
"Whatever. Hey, so… did you find the guy from that photo?"
"Ah… Actually, that's why I'm here…."
"Then get inside. It's fucking hot out."
"Oh, uh, okay!"
I've called him over to clean before.
Letting him in isn't a big deal.
Clunk—
The door shuts behind him.
"...Ah, but… Hey, what's that sound…?"
"Huh?"
"No, it's just… I hear something…."
He points toward my room.
"Ah, ah, ah, fuck…."
Heat rushes to my face.
I hurry toward my room, almost breaking into a run.
"Haa, seriously… Goddamn it…."
The sound of a man's wet, lewd noises fills my room.
His heavy breathing and moans are unmistakable.
Hearing—no, being caught listening to—this makes me want to die.
I quickly turn down the volume on the video.
The guy is still standing awkwardly by the door, so I mutter defensively,
"Hey! Fuck… Don't get the wrong idea."
"…W-wrong idea? What wrong idea…?"
I hate the thought of being misunderstood as some creep who sits around watching stuff like this.
But so what? It's not like this guy would spread rumors anyway.
"…Actually, never mind."
"Huh?"
"Hey, just… take a look at this too."
"…C-can I come in…?"
"What, you wanna watch from there? Hurry up."
"Uh, okay…."
Still with that dumb look on his face.
And still avoiding eye contact.
"Hurry."
His steps are hesitant.
"This is similar to the photo from before. Help me find this bastard."
The video starts playing again.
The guy in it is still furiously jerking off.
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