Chapter 47: Sick Imagination

[TW] (Dub-con) Minjae imagines blackmailing and coercing sexual interaction later in the chapter. 

Saturday | February 24th, 2024 | 2:58 PM

"I think it looks fine," I stated, staring at Nakyung who was holding a skirt up. It was a bright orange, almost like the color of a pumpkin.

"Are you sure? It's kinda loud," She frowned, tilting her head. We were at the mall, the two of us spending some quality time together since it's been awhile. I followed behind her as she browsed through the clothes rack. There was a lot that I had to catch Nakyung up on since we've last seen each other.

A lot.

It still didn't sit well with me, all the stuff I've been doing lately. It really felt like all I’ve been doing lately is getting my rocks off and dispensing all the sperm my nutsack has been working overtime to make. My mind was still in a haze, a mess and a muddle. My emotions were conflicting, and it was hard to make sense of what was going on. I needed a second opinion, someone that could tell me if what I did was normal or not.

"Do you think this is too much?" She asked, pulling out a white button up and black blazer.

"Hmm," I hummed, not paying particular attention to it. She sighed and dropped the clothes back onto the rack, turning to face me directly.

"Are you alright?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip. I looked up at her, meeting her gaze. At some point, I had to understand that I was terrible at hiding my feelings. She could probably read the guilt all over my face. She always could.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I replied, shrugging.

"Is it Chaewon?" She asked, tilting her head. I shook my head quickly, "No, no, of course not. We're good. More than good, actually."

"Mmm, is that so?" Nakyung mused, walking past me and admiring another rack of clothes.

"Yep, we're perfect," I confirmed, nodding my head. She smiled and stood beside me, reaching over and grabbing the hangers, continuing to browse.

"That's good," She smiled, "How about this, does it look nice?" She held up a dress, the material was a plain blue.

"It's a little boring," I replied. She hummed and put it back.

"So, what is it? Why are we hanging out at the mall? I know you don't like shopping," She asked, turning towards me. I sighed and glanced around, trying to see if anyone was listening.

"Not here," I whispered. She tilted her head, a growing curiosity appearing in her eyes. I could tell that she was intrigued, and she wanted to know what was going through my head. I was just about to tell her that we should leave and find somewhere else, but she beat me to it.

"Alright, I'm done here. Let's go," She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the store. The two of us walked through the mall, our fingers intertwined. She walked close to me, encouraging me to start talking and making sure it was only us who could hear.

"Well, it's a lot, I don't exactly know where to start even," I admitted, sighing. She hummed, her head tilting to the side.

"Try," She replied, squeezing my hand gently.

I cleared my throat, taking a moment to gather the thoughts that have been swirling in my head since the month started. "Well, first off, I've stolen underwear from both Chungha and Karina."

Nakyung's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open a bit. "What? Your hot coworkers? Miss Mommy Milkers and Madam Vixen," She asked, her voice laced with amusement.

"Wow," She breathed, "I'm impressed." I should have known she would react like this. I should have known she would be proud of me for doing something so depraved. "How did that happen?" She asked, her voice full of excitement.

"Ah, well, Chungha had hosted this housewarming party at her new apartment and while she was giving us a house tour, I did the thing we did for Professor Taeyeon and unlocked one of her windows to sneak into later," I explained, watching as her eyes lit up.

"Ooh, classic," She giggled.

"Classic would've been nice," I sighed, shaking my head, "Her apartment was on the second floor of the building. I had to scale the building to get to her window. And once I even got through the window, she was coming back into her room so I had to hide under her bed. I ended up going to sleep and waking up while she was sleeping on top of me. I grabbed her underwear and snuck out, but I fell off the building. That's how I ended up with this," I explained, gesturing to the healing scabs on my legs.

"Oh, so that's how you got those," Nakyung hummed, her eyes scanning over my legs. She paused for a moment, before looking back up at me. "Wait, you climbed a building? Jeez, Minjae. The things you do for panties." I chuckled weakly, the attempt at humor feeling hollow.

"Yeah," I replied, not realizing how insane that sounded until she said it. "It sounds stupid, now that I say it."

"Just a little," She chuckled. "But wow, very risky, I'm surprised. So, then how about the second one, with Karina? Were you a daredevil there as well?"

"Kind of, it's a bit more complicated," I began, running my free hand through my hair. "You remember when I told you I had to drive her home that one night?"

"One day at work, she was just making me so fucking horny. Like, just the way she was bending over, her clothes, and her just being a sweet girl in general was making me go insane," I continued.

"I bet. She’s one of a kind," Nakyung added, her interest piqued. I nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. So when she wasn't looking, I snuck into her bag and stole her house key. I left work pretending I was going on break but I was actually going straight to her place and I was going to steal straight from the source," I explained. "It'd be a fine story if it ended there but when I entered her apartment, her boyfriend was home."

Her eyes widened, "Kwangmin was home?! Minjae, what the fuck?" She whisper-shouted.

"I know," I cringed, "We ended up getting into a scuffle, and I mean, luckily I got the upper hand. It got messy though."

"How messy?" She asked, her voice dropping.

"I ended up holding him at the end of a knife and forcing him to rob his own girlfriend for me," I admitted, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. The memory of Kwangmin's terrified face sent a fresh wave of self-loathing through me. Although, I was also a little proud of that, which made me feel even more disgusted with myself.

"Holy shit," She breathed out, looking around to make sure no one heard. A slow, wide grin spread across her face. "Holy shit, Minjae. That's... that's a whole new level. You made him do it?"

I felt a flicker of something twisted at her reaction. Pride. It was sick. "Yeah," I confirmed, my voice barely a whisper. "He was scared shitless."

"Fuck," She giggled, leaning into me. "You're insane, you know that? That's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

"Is it?" I asked, genuinely confused. "Because that's the part that's been eating at me. I threatened a guy with a knife, Nakyung. What if I had actually hurt him? What if he calls the police? It's been a week or so now, but I'm still scared."

"Oh, don't worry, if you did your job well, you're fine," She assured me. "Fear is a powerful motivator. He's probably too embarrassed to even tell his girlfriend what happened, let alone the cops." She was probably right, but the anxiety still gnawed at me.

"I guess," I mumbled.

"So, what's the problem? You got some new additions, right?" She asked, her eyes gleaming.

"That isn't it, Nakyung, there's more," I sighed, the weight of my next confession pressing down on me. We were approaching the food court, the cacophony of noise a stark contrast to the heavy secret I was about to share. I pulled her towards a quieter corner, away from the main throng.

"More? You have been a busy boy," She purred, her voice thick with anticipation. "Don't leave me in suspense."

"It's the night of the party with Chaewon's friends," I started, my voice growing tight as I started to recount the events. I told her everything, including Sakura's hot foreign cousin and the bathroom incident, which she cackled at.

"Gosh, you just get extremely lucky sometimes," She teased, "So many panties in one night." She loved hearing about my escapades. The more depraved, the better. I could always count on her to encourage the worst parts of me.

"The underwear wasn't the problem, it was after," I explained, my voice dropping lower. "I had to take them all home. They were all passed out drunk in my car."

"Go on," She urged, her eyes locked on mine.

"I had to take them back to their dorm. I had to carry each of them, one by one, from the parking lot to their room," I said, the exhaustion from that night washing over me again.

"Okay, and? You're a good friend," She said, a little confused about where this was going. I took a deep breath, the air catching in my throat.

"Nakyung... while I was getting Sakura out of the car... I... I touched her." The words came out as a choked whisper. I couldn't even look at her. I stared at a grease stain on the food court table, a dark blot spreading outward, much like the shame inside me.

Her hand, which had been casually intertwined with mine, squeezed gently. But it wasn't a comforting squeeze. It was... intrigued. "Touched her how?" Her voice was low, conspiratorial.

"Wrong," I finally choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "I touched her... wrong." I couldn't bring myself to say the words. 'I groped my girlfriend's best friend while she was passed out drunk in my car.' The thought alone made me feel sick. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading for some kind of condemnation, for her to tell me how disgusting I was.

Instead, a slow smile spread across Nakyung's face. It wasn't a smile of judgment or shock. It was a smile of pure, unadulterated delight.

"Wrong how, Minjae?" she pressed, her voice a silken thread, pulling the sordid details from me. "Be specific. Did you just cop a feel, or...?" She trailed off, leaving the unsaid possibilities hanging in the air between us, charged with a new and dangerous energy. The disgust in my stomach churned, but alongside it, a familiar, shameful spark ignited at her reaction. She wasn't disgusted. She was proud of me.

"I was practically on top of her, and her shirt... her stomach..." I couldn't finish. The image of her toned abs flashed in my mind. "My hands just... they moved. I touched her stomach, then her breasts. Under her bra." I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "Then I touched h-her thighs, and her..."

"Her cunt?" Nakyung supplied the word, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, finishing my sentence with a word I couldn't bring myself to say. I just nodded, my gaze falling back to the table. The shame was a physical weight, but her reaction was confusing, a strange counterweight that made it feel lighter.

A low laugh escaped her lips. "Minjae," she breathed, shaking her head in what looked like awe. "You're a monster." She said it like it was the highest compliment she could pay. "My kinky freak."

"I feel awful," I confessed, the words tumbling out now. "I love Chaewon. I was telling her I loved her right after, while I was sleeping in her bed next to her. I'm a terrible person. I'm a hypocrite. A monster." I was quoting the judgment I felt I deserved.

"You're a guy with a high sex drive and an opportunity," she corrected me, her tone completely dismissive of my self-loathing. "You got a little handsy with a sleeping girl. So what? It's not like you raped her."

"Isn't it close enough?" I shot back, a hint of desperation in my voice. I wanted her to agree with me, to validate my guilt.

"No," she said, her voice firm. "It's not. You touched. You didn't force it. There's a line. You were on this side of it." She leaned closer, her split-colored hair framing her face. "Listen to me. It's simple. Physical intimacy is just physical. It's a rush, a thrill, a primal urge. It has nothing to do with love. You love Chaewon. You feel a connection with her, a deep emotional bond. This thing with Sakura, that was just... biological. An impulse. It doesn't cheapen what you have with Chaewon at all."

"What are you saying," I asked, "You sound crazy, Nakyung. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"I'm saying that physical is just physical, Minjae," she said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. "What you have with Chaewon is love. What you do with other girls... that's just sex. That's just fun. It's a separate part of you. It doesn't have to touch the real you." She made it sound so simple. So clean. A neat little box I could put my monstrous actions into, a label that made them seem less horrific.

"I don't know if I can separate myself like that," I mumbled, the idea both tempting and terrifying. Nakyung bit the bottom of her lip, looking around us, "Minjae, do you remember why I'm pushing you the way I do?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. She threw up a casual smile, her eyes were looking at me with a deep, almost misty look. "That night? Training?"

"Training," I repeated, that word sounding really familiar.

"In your bedroom," she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Just the two of us, drunk off our minds. You had just nutted super hard into Seulgi's underwear." The memory came seeping into my head, the faint memory of the two of us laying with each other as I tried to force myself to remember something through my drunken haze.

Nakyung's face was a little blurred, but I could remember her holding onto me tightly, her words a low murmur in my ear.

"You were," she paused, her voice soft. "I told you something about me, Minjae."

The memory hit me like a punch to the gut. Drunken confessions. The smell of excessive soju. Her head on my shoulder, her hand tracing patterns on my chest. "Yeah, the stuff you did when we were younger," I recalled. "The sex."

Nakyung bit the inside of her cheek, "So you did remember after all."

"A bit," I admitted.

She looked around again, making sure no one was listening. "I was a sex addict, Minjae," she stated bluntly, her voice void of any emotion. "I was addicted to the feeling, and I told you it made me feel older and more mature than any of the girls in our grade." She didn't look at me, just looked forward as she confessed.

"It was high school, we were young," I tried to rationalize, wanting to make her feel better. For a second, her eyebrows came together into confusion before her face went straight again. "Oh, I never told you."

"Told me what?" I asked.

"I lied to you, whenever we were confessing when we both lost our virginities," She was referencing a past conversation we had in our first year of college, when I had gotten my first taste of sex with Chaewon back in high school. She told me that she lost her virginity around the same time as me, but that was not the case apparently.

"I lost my virginity in middle school, Jae," She said, not a lick of a lie on her face. "I was thirteen."

"What?" I stammered, my mind reeling. "Nakyung, that's..."

"It was an older kid, a sophomore in high school," she continued, her voice flat, as if she were recounting a grocery list. "He said I was special. He said I was mature for my age. I believed him."

"Nakyung..." I started, but she cut me off, her eyes finally meeting mine. There was a flicker of something old and wounded in them, a depth of pain I'd never seen before. It was quickly masked by the same mischievous glint I knew so well.

"Then there I went, chasing that feeling. It was the validation, the power. It wasn't about pleasure, it was about filling a void left inside of me. But, yeah, I was ashamed of it. I lied to you. I pushed my limits."

My heart hammered against my ribs. This was a side of Nakyung I'd never seen. The manipulative, toxic part of her wasn't just a fun, quirky trait; it was a symptom. A defense mechanism, even.

"Then you came along," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You and your stupid, secret panty collection. And I saw it, Jae. I saw that same drive, that same emptiness you were trying to fill. It was a bit of a stretch but for a moment, you reminded me of myself."

"So that's why you..." I trailed off, the pieces clicking into place with a sickening finality.

"I was training you," she finished for me. "I was pushing you. I wanted to see if you could handle it. I wanted to see if you could compartmentalize your life the way I had to learn to. It was my fucked-up way of helping you, of showing you that you could have both. You could be the sweet, caring Minjae everyone loves, and you could also be the depraved monster that gets a thrill from things he shouldn't. One doesn't have to cancel out the other."

She leaned in even closer, her breath warm against my ear. "That's why what you did to Sakura doesn't matter. It's just another notch in the belt of your other self. It's not you, Minjae. Not the real you that loves Chaewon."

Her words were poison, sweet and intoxicating. They were everything I wanted to hear. They absolved me, excused me, and gave me permission to continue. The guilt in my stomach didn't vanish, but it was pushed aside by a new, more powerful feeling: understanding. She understood me in a way no one else possibly could.

She lived a double life longer than I did. She knows what it's like.

"Separate," I repeated the word, the concept settling into my mind, a seed she had planted. "Physical is just physical. But, a sleeping girl? Nakyung, that felt..."

"Like crossing a boundary? Good," she said, a hint of her old sharpness returning to her voice. "That's how you know you're alive. That's the thrill. You're supposed to feel something."

"Years and years of being used, it got boring, that lukewarm, vanilla crap. My heart never pounded as fast as people pounded me," She whispered, her eyes looking down.

Then, her gaze snapped back up to mine, the vulnerability vanishing, replaced by the familiar glint of mischief. "But you... you make my heart pound. The thought of you stealing panties, climbing buildings, holding a knife to someone's throat... that's exciting." Her hand tightened on mine. "You're my masterpiece, Jae."

A shiver ran down my spine. I was her project. Her creation. And she was proud.

"You did all of this, without my asking. Without the need for any drunken thoughts and urges. You were my second chance, my validation that I could take control." The words were hitting me like a train, they were so strong. She was making me feel special.

She pulled back, her expression turning serious. "So, don't you dare feel guilty about Sakura. Don't you dare let that one moment taint this beautiful, twisted thing you have. Because it's not just about the panties anymore, is it?" She paused, letting the question hang in the air. "It's about power, isn't it? The control. The feeling of getting away with something that could ruin everything."

She was right. She was always right. It wasn't just about the fabric, the scent, the secret trophy. It was the whole package. The risk, the deception, the high stakes. Holding Kwangmin at knifepoint wasn't just about getting Karina's panties. It was about the absolute, terrifying power I had in that moment. It was about knowing the claim that I had on Karina's body without her even knowing.

Scaling Chungha's building wasn't just about the prize. It was about conquering the obstacle, about being the shadow in her room, about the adrenaline of hiding mere inches from her. The shyness that Anna had around me, because I was one of the only people in the whole world that saw her in her most vulnerable moment. Touching Sakura... that was different. That was a new level. The ultimate violation. And a part of me, a dark, ugly part I tried to keep buried, was thrilled by it.

She saw the understanding dawning on my face, and a triumphant smile bloomed. "There he is," she murmured, her voice soft and intimate. "There's my kinky freak." She squeezed my hand, her thumb stroking the back of it in a gesture that was both comforting and proprietary.

"So what now?" I asked, my voice hoarse. The guilt was still there, a low hum beneath the surface, but it was changing shape, morphing into something else.

She had glanced around the food court, a playful, calculating look in her eyes appearing as it seemed to lock onto something. "Now? Now you prove to me you understand. Look who's also here at the mall." I followed her gaze, scanning the throngs of shoppers. My eyes landed on a familiar figure walking confidently through the mall, as if she was a model.

Her slim figure and impeccable fashion wasn't hard to miss. Jennie was by herself, her focus purely on shopping. Her social media persona was radiating around her, even without a phone in her hands.

"Jennie," I breathed. She didn’t seem to take notice of us as she walked, which really sold how focused or self-absorbed she was. 

Nakyung purred, "Look at her. So poised. So perfect. Untouchable." She turned to me, her eyes dancing with a wicked light. "Don't you want to see what's underneath all that perfection?"

My throat went dry. Jennie was on another level. She wasn't a coworker or a friend's friend. She was my friend. She was a queen bee, a campus celebrity. Targeting her felt... different. More dangerous. More exciting.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked, though I already knew.

"She's going to walk into a store, she's going to browse some clothes, then she's going to try something on. When that happens, I want to see what you do in that small moment," She stated, letting go of my hand. "This is your test, Minjae. This is you showing me you've graduated from training." She gave me a little nudge in Jennie's direction.

"Go on," she urged. "Don't think. Just do."

My feet felt bolted to the floor. Jennie. Jennie Kim. The idea of her was a different category entirely. Chungha and Karina were workplace fantasies, Sakura was a crime of opportunity born from a mess of hormones and guilt. But Jennie... Jennie was public property. An image, an ideal. To touch that, to possess a piece of it, was to assault the very concept of it. My heart started that familiar, frantic drum against my ribs, but this time it wasn't just nerves. It was anticipation.

I stood up from the food court table, Nakyung's words echoing in my ears. 'This is your test.' I began to walk, my legs moving mechanically at first, then with a growing sense of purpose. I kept a safe distance, becoming just another face in the crowd, a shadow trailing a star.

Nakyung walked at my side, her arm hooking under mine. We moved with a silent, shared purpose, a predator and its handler. Jennie, oblivious, drifted towards a popular underwear store, the kind with soft lighting and delicate mannequins wearing impossibly small lace things. It was perfect. It was a sign from the goddamn universe.

My mind was already working. The layout. The blind spots. The attendants. How could I get into the changing room without being seen? How could I get whatever she took in there without her noticing? The over-thinking, that constant stream of consciousness I usually loathed, was now my greatest weapon.

Nakyung was also aiding me, whispering out the minimal amount of cameras in the store compared to the amount of floor workers there were. We entered the store just a minute after Jennie did, her eyes focusing on the different underwear laid out on the tables. We browsed, pretending to look at the merchandise, but my entire being was focused on Jennie.

My heart was pounding, the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. Nakyung squeezed my arm, her way of telling me to get ready.

It didn't take long. Jennie had picked out a few items, a mix of lacy and simple, and headed towards the changing rooms at the back of the store. An attendant greeted her, jotting down the number of items on a small wooden tag before handing her a key.

Now. It had to be now.

Nakyung must've read my intent because she broke out of the armlock and moved towards the attendant. With a flashy smile, Nakyung drew her attention away from the entry way to the fitting rooms.

I slipped past the attendant, who was now engaged in a conversation with Nakyung about the store's return policy, and headed into the hallway of the changing rooms. The hallway was narrow and the doors were lined up in a row. The only sound was the soft rustle of fabric and the faint click of a lock.

My eyes scanned the doors, looking for the one Jennie had entered. I found it at the end of the hall. The door was closed, and a small "occupied" sign was shown on the handle. The doors were made like stall doors, with the bottom and top having some gap between them and the floor and ceiling. I could see the silhouette of her feet under the door.

I looked around, realizing that the universe had favored me once again and it was only me and Jennie in the hallway. My hands were sweating, and my breathing was shallow. The adrenaline was pumping, and my mind was racing.

What the hell are you going to do, Minjae?

I could see the silhouette of her feet, her shoes neatly placed beside each other. As they moved around, I saw dark green fabric drop around her ankles. My eyes widened. She was changing. And I was right outside the door. My heart hammered against my ribs, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

What am I going to do? I couldn't just stand here.

My eyes darted around, looking for any sign of a camera. Nothing. Of course, why would there be cameras in the changing rooms? My gaze fell upon the small gap between the door and the floor. It was just big enough for me to slip my hand through.

My hands were shaking, and my mind was screaming at me to stop and run. But the thrill, the desire, it was too strong. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my phone and turning on the camera. I got down on my hands and knees, my heart pounding in my chest.

I slid my phone under the door, the lens pointed upwards. I held my breath, my hands trembling as I angled the phone to get the best view. The screen lit up, showing me a glimpse of Jennie's private world.

I could see her legs, her toned, model legs that she was so proud of. She was wearing a simple, black thong. My eyes scanned upwards, catching a glimpse of her flat stomach and the curve of her small breasts. She was trying on a new bra and panty set, a lacy, red and black number that clashed beautifully with her pale skin. She turned around, giving me a perfect view of her perky butt.

My mouth was dry, and my dick was rock hard. This was so wrong, so invasive, so... exhilarating. I took a few pictures, my hands shaking so much I was afraid I'd drop the phone. I watched as she took off the new set, her movements graceful and fluid. Her bare body was a work of art, a masterpiece that I was now privy to.

I sat there, watching her for a moment longer, my mind in a daze. I was a ghost, a phantom in her private moment. I now owned a piece of her, a secret that no one else had. The power was intoxicating.

But I needed more. I needed a physical trophy.

I slowly and quietly retracted my phone, my eyes glued to the green panties that were still on the floor. My mind was racing. I had to get them.

I took a deep breath, my hand hovering through the gap. My heart was pounding, and the adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I slid my hand under the door, my fingers brushing against the cool, tiled floor.

I fumbled around, my fingers searching for the soft fabric of her panties. I could hear her moving around, the sound of her getting dressed sending a jolt of fear and excitement through me.

My fingers finally found them. I grasped the soft material, my heart jumping. I had them.

I slowly pulled my hand back, the green panties clutched in my fist. Her legs jumped and stepped around my arm, "What the-, Hey!" Her voice was sharp and full of shock. At that moment, I didn't know how to react. In fact, my body moved all on its own. My hand swiped more, latching around the jeans and shirt I saw her wearing. I pulled them under the door and scrambled to my feet.

"What the fuck!?" She shrieked again, her voice now filled with a mixture of fear and anger. "My clothes! Who's out there!?"

I was panicking, my mind a blur of fear and excitement. But something was holding me down. My mind started to slow down, settling itself into that familiar rhythm of overthinking. I was in the advantageous position.

She's trapped. She's naked. She's scared. And I have her clothes.

A sick, twisted smile spread across my face. I was in control.

"Who's there!? Give me back my clothes!" She yelled, her voice trembling.

I just stood there, holding her clothes in my hands, a surge of power and confidence washing over me. I could hear her frantic movements inside the stall, the sound of her trying to open the door, with the realization dawning on her that she was trapped. "Jennie Kim," I whispered, trying to pitch down my voice as much as I could while also trying to sound unrecognizable with vocal scratches and frys.

"God, I'm a huge fan," I posed, pretending to be some sort of sick fan or stalker. The shuffling inside the stall stopped. The silence was deafening. I could practically hear her mind racing, the fear settling in.

"Please... just give me back my clothes," she pleaded, her voice now small and weak.

"Aww, don't be like that, Jennie," I teased, my voice a low, menacing whisper. "I just want a little something to remember you by."

"I'm... I'm calling security," she threatened, her voice wavering.

"No you won't," I said, my voice dripping with confidence. "I don't mean to scare you but I've already taken pictures of you while you were changing."

More silence. The threat hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket.

"What do you want?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Nothing much, just your underwear. That's all, I could care less about your other clothes," I told her, dropping the jeans and shirt to the floor in front of the door. I heard a small gasp from inside the stall. I wanted her to think I was some creep who only wanted her panties, that it wasn't something worse. It would make her more compliant.

"You're so beautiful, Jennie. I just want something to remember you by," I said, my voice now soft and almost pleading. "I'll leave the rest here. No one needs to know about this."

I could hear her breathing, the sound of her trying to compose herself. She was weighing her options, her mind racing. She was probably thinking about her reputation, her career, the shame of it all.

"If I find out you tried to follow me out of here or report me, just know I will release all these photos of you." I threatened her once more before kicking her jeans and shirt back underneath the stall. My heart was pounding, but I felt a strange sense of calm. This was me in my element. The predator, the puppet master.

"Just... just take it," she finally said, her voice defeated. I nodded, backing away from the door, my heart pounding. I slipped the panties into my pocket, the soft fabric a small, satisfying weight. I turned and walked away, my back straight and my head held high. I didn't look back. I didn't need to.

My lips formed a small, triumphant grin. The sound of my blood rushing in my ears. The slight tremor in my steps from the sheer adrenaline. The thrill of the near-miss, the audacity of what I had just done.

I pushed through the curtain leading out of the fitting room area. The back of the attendant was still to me as I walked past her, and saw Nakyung still locked in conversation. She was there, leaning against a rack, a look of pure, unadulterated admiration on her face. She watched me approach, her eyes drinking in the sight of me. She didn't ask if I'd succeeded. She didn't need to. She could see it all over my face. The triumph. The power.

I didn't break my stride, walking towards the exit of the store. Behind me, I could hear Nakyung wrapping up the conversation she had with the attendant.

"Thank you so much for the help," she said, her voice dripping with its usual saccharine charm. She caught up with me in the main mall corridor, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a nearby alcove, hidden from the main flow of shoppers. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. She was practically buzzing with excitement.

"Show me," she demanded, her voice a low, urgent whisper. I didn't say a word. I just reached into my pocket and pulled out the pair of green panties.

She gasped, her fingers trembling as she took them from me. "How? What'd you do?"

"I, uh, she was changing and I took some pictures of her, and then, uh, I pulled her clothes from under her door," I explained, the words tumbling out of me in a rush. "She couldn't do anything, naked and afraid behind a closed door by who she thought was a stranger. I threatened her using her own fame by saying I'd release the pictures if she even tried to call for help."

Nakyung's eyes were wide, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "You blackmailed her?" she breathed, her voice full of awe. "My God, Minjae. You're a goddamn natural." She brought the panties to her face, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, smells expensive," she murmured, a dreamy look in her eyes.

She looked at me, her eyes dancing with a dangerous light. "You passed the test, Jae," she said, her voice soft and proud. Her teeth lightly bit her bottom lip. "You passed with flying colors."

She pulled me closer, her body pressing against mine. Her lips found mine in a hungry, possessive kiss. It wasn't a kiss of affection; it was a kiss of celebration. A reward. Her tongue darted into my mouth, tasting of victory and shared sin.

When we broke apart, she was still holding the panties. "You know," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You’re not the only one who should be rewarded. I helped just as much." She stuffed Jennie's underwear back into my pocket and grabbed my hand.

"Follow me," she commanded, leading me out of the alcove and back into the bustling mall. She didn't head towards the exit. Instead, she led me back towards the lingerie store, her stride purposeful and sure. We were back at the scene of the crime, only, I wasn't sure for what reason. Nakyung grabbed a different bra and panty set from a nearby rack, a sheer, black set with intricate lace trim.

From across the store, near the fitting rooms, I spotted Jennie walking out from the curtains. She was dressed again, but her posture was different. She was hunched over, her eyes darting nervously around the store. Her face was pale, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Nakyung saw her too. A triumphant smirk played on her lips. She watched Jennie's distressed state, a glint of sadistic pleasure in her eyes. She pulled me behind her, calling out the fashion model, "Jennie? Hey!" she called out, waving her hand. "Is that you?"

Jennie froze, her eyes wide with fear as she saw us approaching. She looked like a cornered animal, her gaze darting from Nakyung to me and back to Nakyung again. As we got closer, she fixed herself, quickly composing herself as she recognized the two of us. "Nakyung? Minjae? What... what are you guys doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"We were just doing some shopping," Nakyung said, her voice dripping with false innocence. She held up the black lingerie set she had picked out. "What do you think of this? Do you think it'd look good on me?"

Jennie's eyes were wide as she looked at the lingerie, then back at Nakyung, "Ah, yeah." Her voice was a monotone statement.

"Uh, it's nice," Jennie said, her eyes flicking towards me. She looked terrified. I gave her a small, friendly smile, my heart pounding in my chest. I was the monster in her nightmare, and I was standing right in front of her, pretending to be her friend. "Is something wrong?" Nakyung suddenly asked, feigning concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jennie flinched, her eyes darting around the store. "U-uh, did you see anyone leave the fitting room area just a minute or two ago?" She asked, her voice a low whisper.

Nakyung furrowed her brows in confusion, "No, I don't think so. Why? What happened?" The performance was flawless.

"Some creep," Jennie's voice cracked, and she looked down at her shoes in embarrassment. "He... he stole my underwear."

Nakyung's gasp was a masterpiece of theatrical shock. Her eyes widened in fake horror as she looked from Jennie to me. I joined in, making my eyes wide and dropping my jaw in feigned disbelief. "No way," I said, my voice full of false concern. "That's horrible. Are you okay?"

Nakyung placed a comforting hand on Jennie's arm. "That's disgusting, are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of sympathy. This was the ultimate power play. Not only had I taken a piece of her, but now I was consoling her for the very act I had committed. The duality, the sheer audacity of it all, was intoxicating. I was two people at once: the caring friend and the predatory monster. And Jennie, poor, terrified Jennie, had no idea.

"He... he said he took pictures," Jennie whispered, her voice barely audible. "He threatened to post them online if I tried to ask for help." A single tear traced a path down her cheek. The guilt, which had been pushed aside by adrenaline and Nakyung's twisted logic, tried to resurface. But I stomped it down.

Knowing that I had a hand in seeing the queen of campus shed a tear. It was empowering. It was a high unlike any other. My heart was pounding in my chest, a frantic rhythm of excitement and power.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice soft and gentle.

"I wish I could help but I don't think I saw anyone, but we can call security for you if you want," Nakyung said, her voice full of concern. The offer was a cruel joke, a twist of the knife.

Jennie's head snapped up, her eyes wide with panic. "No!" she said, a little too quickly. "I mean... no, it's fine. I just want to go home." She couldn't risk the attention, couldn't risk the questions. She knew that if security got involved, the pictures might get out. She was trapped, a victim of my own making.

"Let me walk you out, just in case," I offered, stepping closer. The irony was not lost on me. The predator offers to escort the prey to safety.

Jennie hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning my face. She was looking for any sign of deception, any hint of the monster she had just encountered. But she found nothing. She just saw Minjae, the friendly, harmless acquaintance from campus. "I-It’s fine," she finally agreed, her voice quiet and defeated.

"Please don't tell anyone, please," She quietly pleaded.

"We won't," Nakyung quickly stated before shooting me a small look and smile. The smile was for me. A silent acknowledgment of our shared victory.

Jennie nodded, a small, grateful smile on her face. "Thanks, guys," she said, her voice still trembling. "I'll see you."

I watched her walk away, her shoulders slumped, her usual confident stride replaced by a shuffling gait.

Nakyung leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "She has no idea," she whispered, her voice a triumphant hiss. "And she'll never say a word."

I didn't respond. I just stood there, my eyes fixed on Jennie's retreating form. The green panties in my pocket felt heavier than ever, a tangible reminder of my power. The air between us crackled with a shared, unspoken victory. I had violated her, terrorized her, and then stood there as she confided in me, seeking comfort from her own tormentor.

"You see, Jae?" Nakyung murmured, her hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers. Her thumb stroked my knuckles, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shivers down my spine. "C'mon, let's go celebrate."

Nakyung led me towards the fitting room, nodding at the attendant like a familiar friend, "I'm back! I brought my boyfriend to help me try on some things if that's fine."

"Of course, dear," the attendant responded warmly, handing her a key. Her eyes flickered over to me for a moment, a knowing, conspiratorial glint that she probably shared with any couple who came in here. Little did she know what we had just done.

Nakyung opened the door to the stall, the one next to where I had cornered Jennie, and pulled me inside, locking the door behind us. The small space was suddenly charged with an intense, electric energy. The scent of Jennie's fear still lingered in the air, a phantom presence that only seemed to excite Nakyung more. The lighting was soft and flattering, the mirror reflecting our two bodies, a study in shared sin.

She didn't waste a second. She pressed her body against mine, her hands roaming over my chest, her lips finding my neck. She bit down gently, her teeth sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me. I was rock hard, my arousal a physical testament to the power I felt.

Pulling away, she started to pull off her clothes, but not all of them. She kept just her bra on, but then she reached into my pocket and pulled out Jennie's panties. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked light as she held them up.

"Let's try these on," she purred, her voice low and husky. She stepped into the green panties, pulling them up her slender legs. The sight of her, another woman's panties hugging her hips, was a whole new level of depravity. My breath hitched in my throat.

She turned around, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "What do you think, Jae?" she asked, her voice full of playful innocence. "Do they look good on me?"

"Without a doubt, but not as good as the original owner." I couldn't help but to think.

"Oh, you love it," she retorted, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. She was right. I did. I loved every twisted, sick moment of it.

She turned back to me, her hands on her hips. "Now," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It's time for our reward." She brought her hands back to Jennie's underwear and slid it down ever so slightly so it hung around her thighs.

She turned around and bent over in front of me, presenting herself to me. I didn't need any further invitation. I unzipped my pants, my dick springing free, hard and ready. I positioned myself behind her, the tip of my dick brushing against her wet folds. She moaned, her body arching in anticipation.

I entered her in one swift motion, her tight walls clenching around me. The feeling was intoxicating, a mix of pleasure and power. I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers, my hands gripping her waist. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the small space, a lewd symphony of our shared transgression.

With each thrust, the memory of Jennie's terrified face flashed in my mind. The power I felt in that moment, the control I had over her, it was all here, in this stall, with Nakyung. She was softly moaning, her body writhing beneath me, her pleasure a direct reflection of my own.

"I-I want to see you lose it," she panted, her voice a low, desperate moan. "I want to see the freak you are, let it all out."

Her words were a trigger. It felt like my eyes clouded over and all I saw at the forefront of my mind was Jennie.

[TW] (Dub-con) Minjae blackmails and forces Jennie into sexual intercourse against her best wishes

"What the fuck, are you kidding me?" Her voice was high-pitched, panicked. Kim Jennie. I'd recognized the girl from around school but I didn't expect to run into her while at work, if you can even call it work. I just sat on my ass in the clothing store's storefront as their part-time security guard. My main job was to watch for shoplifters, but all I did was play on my phone.

Everyday, or really, I should say most days, nothing happens. It's why I took the job. But now this girl, queen of campus, inspiration to some, was being accused of shoplifting by my floor manager.

"Miss, we saw you take the set," My manager explained, his voice firm but not aggressive. "Just come with us to the back and we can sort this out."

"I didn't steal anything!" Jennie insisted, her face flushed with embarrassment. A small crowd was starting to form, their phones out, recording the scene. I could see the panic in her eyes, the fear of her reputation being ruined. She was a social media star, and this was the kind of scandal that could destroy her.

"Um, look, please will you just come with us to the back? Let's not create a scene here and just dismiss this situation," I coaxed. Maybe because it was the fact we were the same age and she was being mainly berated by an older man the entire time, I wanted to try to get her away from all this.

She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and guilt. She nodded, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she whispered. I led her towards the back office, "I got this, chief." I told my manager. He stopped in place after trying to follow us but he nodded at me and started shooing away the crowd of people.

Walking us through the backrooms of the store, I led her to the security room. It was a small, cramped space, with a desk, a table and a couple of chairs. There was a setup of monitors and a somewhat outdated CCTV system that was connected to them. I closed and locked the door behind us, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing in the silence of the room.

"So," I said, leaning against the door. "What's the deal?"

"I told you, I didn't steal anything," she said, her voice small and defensive. "You have to believe me."

"I can't take your word for it," I said, my voice flat. "My manager may be a jerk but he wouldn't just accuse customers of a false positive like that. Especially in front of so many other customers. There has to be some truth to it." I looked at her, my eyes narrowed. "But we can handle this quietly. No police, no drama. Just you and me."

Jennie's eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape. But there was none. She was trapped. "What do you want?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Let me pat you down, make sure you don't have any unpaid merchandise hidden on you," I said, my voice low and even. "If you're clean, you can walk out of here. No one else has to know."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine. She was weighing her options, her mind racing. The slight stutters and gasps leaving her lips wasn't helping her case. I wasn't convinced but her reaction was painting her out to be guilty of some sorts. In a weird way, watching her struggle to make a decision was sort of attractive.

The way she was rubbing her fingers together and the fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, she looked so vulnerable. She usually had this image of being a confident, untouchable goddess. But here, in this small, cramped room, she was just a scared girl. "I-I can't let you do that," She finally got out.

"If you're innocent, you have nothing to hide," I said, my voice a low, persuasive whisper. I was pushing her, testing her boundaries. "Or I'll just pull up the security footage and see if you were trying to steal anything, and if you did, I'll just call the police." I threatened her, my voice cold and calculating.

The threat hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket. Her eyes darted toward the monitors showing the live feeds of the store and the empty backrooms. Her face paled at the thought of her reputation being ruined. She'd lose her followers, her sponsorships, everything. I knew that was what was flying through her head.

"Okay," she finally whispered, her voice defeated. "Just... just make it quick."

"If I go quickly, I might miss something. Stand up and turn around," I commanded, my voice firm. She complied, her body trembling slightly. I stepped behind her, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with tension, the scent of her expensive perfume filling my senses.

I started with her legs, my hands moving slowly and deliberately. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she flinched at my touch. I was kind of enjoying this, the power I held over her. It was intoxicating to say the least.

I moved my hands up her thighs, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her shorts. I lingered there for a moment, my touch a little too intimate, a little too personal. She stiffened, her breath catching in her throat.

I continued my search, my hands roaming over her body. I was looking for stolen merchandise, but I was also looking for a reaction. I wanted to see her squirm, to see her lose her cool, to see the goddess fall from her pedestal. It's what I’d like to see happen to girls like her. I wanted them to be brought down a level. To see what they're really like when no one is watching. And here she was, alone with me. I was the only one watching.

I reached her chest, my hands hovering over her breasts for a moment before moving on. I could hear her sharp intake of breath, the way she held herself perfectly still. I was pushing her to her limit, testing her boundaries.

I was supposed to be checking her bra, but my hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the tremor that ran through her body. I was getting a reaction. I was getting under her skin.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just... just finish."

"Soon," I murmured, my voice a low, seductive whisper. I was savoring this moment, the power, the control. I was the one in charge here, not her. Until my fingers ran over something out of place. It was something hard, a small, rectangular shape tucked into her bra. I felt a surge of triumph. I didn't really expect to find anything.

"What's this?" I asked, my voice cold and accusing.

"I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice filled with panic. "I swear, I don't know how that got there." I pulled my hand away and stepped back, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Turn around," I ordered. She slowly turned to face me, her eyes wide with fear. Her face was pale, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears. I could see the guilt in her eyes, the desperation.

"Is that a price tag that I just felt?" I asked, my voice flat. "Looks like my manager was right. You're a thief." I could see the words hitting her, each one a little blow to her pride. She was shaking her head, her eyes pleading with me.

"No, I'm not," she insisted, her voice trembling. "I swear, I'm not."

"Then what is it?" I demanded, my voice rising. "You want me to pull it out for you?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around the room. She was cornered, with no way out. "I'm going to have to call the cops," I said, turning my back on her and walking towards the desk. I picked up the phone, my finger hovering over the number for the police.

"No, wait," she cried out, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't."

"Then give me a good reason not to," I said, turning back to face her. I was enjoying this, the way she was begging, the way she was at my mercy. I might’ve been a sick bastard, but I couldn't help it.

"I didn't steal it, I'm not going to steal it," she said again, her voice barely a whisper. I didn't even have to say another word. Her hands slowly moved to her back and she unclasped her bra. She pulled it out from under her shirt, her eyes locked on mine. It was a lacy, black bra, expensive-looking. And there, tucked into the cup, was a small, white price tag.

"So you were going to steal it," I sighed. I snatched the bra from her hand, my fingers brushing against hers. I could feel the warmth that her breasts had left in the cups. I looked at the price tag, then back at her. "It's a nice bra," I said, my voice a low, husky whisper. "But it wasn’t worth ruining your reputation over."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her head bowed in shame. "I... I don't know why I did it. I have money."

"It's not about the money," I said, my voice soft and understanding. "It's about the thrill, isn't it? The rush." I set the phone down on the desk, my eyes never leaving hers. I was seeing myself in her, a twisted reflection of my own desires. The thrill of the forbidden, the rush of getting away with something. I knew that feeling all too well.

"I bet you were trying to steal a matching set, weren't you," I tossed the bra aside and approached Jennie once more. Her eyes widened as I got closer, her body tensing up. "W-wait." I reached for her waist but she slapped my hands aside, a spark of defiance in her eyes.

It was a spark of the old Jennie, the queen of campus, the one who wasn't used to being cornered. But she was a kitten trying to roar. She was still trapped in a room with me. I laughed, a low, guttural sound. "You have some nerve," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "You're the one who was caught stealing, and you're telling me what to do."

She flinched at my words, the spark of defiance extinguished as quickly as it had appeared. She was back to being the scared girl, the one who was at my mercy. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her eyes cast down.

"You're just sorry because you got caught." I was taunting her, pushing her buttons. My hands grabbed her at the waist and flipped her around, pushing her back towards the wall. She hissed as she hit the wall, her hands flying out to brace herself. My hands roamed over her hips, my fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts.

"Stop," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. But her protest was weak, her body was limp against mine. She was giving up, surrendering to me. The power was intoxicating, a heady rush that went straight to my groin.

I pulled her shorts down, my hands moving with a slow, deliberate precision. I wanted to savor this moment, to drag out her humiliation. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her arousal mingling with her expensive perfume. I pulled her shorts down to her ankles, revealing a pair of expensive, stolen, black panties. A little price tag was looped onto the side of the waistband.

Her ass was toned, the kind of perfect you'd see in her Instagram photos. But here, in this cramped, stuffy room, it was real. And it was mine to do with as I pleased.

"Please..." she begged, her voice cracking. "I'll do anything."

"Yeah, I know you will," I murmured, my voice low and menacing. I grabbed the price tag, tearing it from her panties with a sharp pull. She flinched at the sound, a small gasp escaping her lips. "Oops, trying to steal the underwear by taking off the tags? This is more than enough proof." I taunted her, waving the small white tag in front of her face.

"W-Wait, you can't do that," She pleaded, her voice trembling. I looked down at her. Her body was pressed against the wall, her ass exposed, her shorts bunched around her ankles. I had her right where I wanted her.

"It's my word against yours, and well, you aren't making it easy for yourself," I said, my voice cold and dismissive. I turned away from her, walking back to the desk. I dropped the price tag on top next to the phone.

I turned back to her, my arms crossed over my chest. "So, what's it going to be, Jennie? Are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to call the police?" I asked, my voice flat and emotionless.

She didn't say anything for a moment, her body shaking with silent sobs. She was trapped, a victim of her own desires. And I was the one who held the key to her freedom.

"Okay," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll... I'll cooperate."

"Good girl," I purred, my voice dripping with satisfaction. I walked back towards her, my eyes roaming over her exposed body. She was a masterpiece of vulnerability, a fallen goddess in all her terrified glory. "Now, bend over." I commanded.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with fear and humiliation. But she knew she had no choice. She slowly bent over, her hands braced against the wall, her ass presented to me like a prize. I could see the way her body trembled, the way she tried to control her breathing. She was fighting back the tears, fighting back the shame. But she was losing.

I stepped behind her, my hands reaching out to cup her ass. She flinched at my touch, her body tensing up. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh. She was perfect. Too perfect. Moving my hand away and replacing it with my crotch, I murmured, "C'mon, shake it a little, make me engaged." My voice was a low, husky whisper. "Convince me not to call the police."

A choked sob escaped her lips. But she started to move, her hips swaying in a slow, reluctant rhythm. It was a humiliating, degrading dance, but she was doing it. She was doing it for me. The power I felt in that moment was overwhelming, a heady rush that made me dizzy with desire.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice a low, husky whisper. "Just like that." My fingers traced the waistband of her panties, the fabric smooth against her skin.

She was whimpering now, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and shame. But she was still moving, her hips swaying in a slow, seductive rhythm. She was broken, her spirit crushed by the weight of her own secret and my power over her.

I pulled her panties down, my hands moving with a slow, deliberate precision. She gasped as the cool air hit her exposed skin, her body tensing up. I tossed the stolen underwear aside, the black lace a stark contrast against the grimy floor of the security room.

She was completely exposed now, her most private parts on display for my eyes only. I could see the way her muscles clenched, the way she tried to cover herself with her hands. But it was no use. She was mine.

"You choose, give me a blowjob and I get to nut all over your face. Or, you let me spank you until your ass is bruised and purple," I said, my voice a low, menacing whisper. "Your choice."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. She was weighing her options, her mind racing. She was trying to find a way out, a way to lessen the humiliation. But there was none.

"...the... the first one," she finally whispered. I grinned and started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. She flinched at the sound, her body tensing up. I pulled my dick out, it was already hard and ready for her.

"Get on your knees," I commanded. She slowly sank to her knees, her eyes locked on mine. She was looking at me with a mixture of fear and resignation. She knew what was coming, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Go on," I urged, my voice a low, husky whisper. "Make me forget all about this." I gestured to my dick, a silent command that she couldn't ignore.

She leaned forward, her eyes closing tightly as she took me into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of my dick. She was hesitant at first, her movements clumsy and unsure. But she was trying. She was trying to please me, to save herself. It was a pathetic, desperate attempt, but it was working.

"That's it," I murmured, my hand running through her long, black hair. I gently held her by the head, guiding her movements, setting the pace. "Just like that."

"Hurghk," she gagged as I pushed deeper, her body tensing up. I could feel her throat constricting around me, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. She was choking, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She was a good girl, an obedient girl. She was doing what she was told.

"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair. Jennie was struggling, her face flushed, tears rolling down her cheeks. But she was still going, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. My grip on her head was tight, and I was fucking her face roughly. She was gagging and choking, her eyes wide with fear and pleasure. But she didn't pull away.

"Oh god, that's it," I growled, my hips bucking forward. "Just like that. Keep going." The head of my dick was hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Ughk," she gagged again. Her body shifted back and forth, her shirt bouncing with the force of my thrusts. I could feel her fingers digging into the fabric of my pants at my ankles, her body tense and shaking. My dick was stretching apart her small mouth. Her plump lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, sucking hungrily.

"Yeah, that's right," I murmured, my voice a low, husky whisper. "Take it. Take all of it."

"Ugkh," she gagged, her eyes watering. I reached down and lightly slapped her cheek. "Open your eyes and look at me, I want to see those pretty eyes." Her eyes opened and stared up at me. Those big brown eyes, filled with tears and strain. It was a beautiful sight.

"Ugk, ugk," her sounds grew louder, her body convulsing with each thrust. Her makeup was starting to run down her face, smearing and dripping from her cheeks. Her cheeks were flushed, her nose running. She was a mess. But she was mine.

"That's it, keep going," I groaned, my voice a low, guttural growl. I was getting close, the pressure building. "Keep going, don't stop."

"Ugk, Ugk, Ugk," Her throat tightened around me, her eyes bulging. I could feel the tip of my dick pressing against the back of her throat, her body convulsing. My rocking of her head got rougher, my hand gripping her hair tighter.

"Ugkh," she gasped, her eyes wide with panic. She fell backwards, landing on her ass and elbows. Her back was up against the wall. Her coughs as my dick left her mouth was music to my ears.

"We're not done," I said, reaching down and stroking myself. I stood over her, my dick level with her face. She stared up at me, her eyes watering.

"I can't... I can't..." She protested, her voice hoarse and strained.

"I'm not giving you a choice," I sighed, "I'm in too deep now. So, are you going to open that pretty little mouth or am I going to have to force it?"

She was catching her breath, a pleasure I could grant her for a moment.

She slowly leaned forward, her eyes wide and afraid. She knew what was coming, but there was no fighting it. She was completely powerless. Her mouth slowly opened, her tongue hanging out like a dog.

"Good," I groaned, my voice low and menacing. "But first." I reached forward for her shirt. I gripped it with both hands and ripped it apart. She shrieked, her hands flying up to cover her bare breasts. I tore her shirt apart, exposing her cute small chest. They were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"There we go, better," I smirked. Her face was bright red, her body trembling.

"You... you ripped my shirt," She whispered, her voice barely audible. "My designer top..."

"I'll steal you a new one," I murmured, my voice low and husky. "Now, get to it."

Her eyes closed tightly as her lips wrapped around the tip of my dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the head. My fingers ran through her long, black hair, holding her in place. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, her body tense and shaking.

"Ughk," she gagged as I pushed deeper, her throat constricting around me. Her eyes opened and stared up at me. Her tears ran down her cheeks. The sight was breathtaking.

"Ugkh," she gagged again. Her body was rocking back and forth, her hands braced against the floor. Her makeup was running down her cheeks, smearing and dripping from her face.

"That's it, just like that," I groaned, my voice a low, husky growl. I could feel the pressure building, the heat rising. I was getting close, the sensation almost too much to bear. My hand snapped forward, grabbing her right nipple in between my hand and pulling on it to take my mind off the sensation.

"Ugk," She gasped, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain. Her head was lightly bouncing against the wall as I thrusted, making a trashy beat.

"Urghhhhhh," her eyes were rolling back, her body limp. Her face was turning a darker shade of red. She was struggling, the lack of air and the rough pounding too much for her. I could feel her fingernails clawing at my thigh, her body tense and shaking.

"Urgk," she gagged, her throat tightening around me. I could feel the muscles clenching, the pressure rising. It was too much, the sensations were overwhelming.

"I'm gonna cum," I groaned, my voice low and husky. I pulled her head forward, her lips pressing against the base of my dick. Her body was shaking, her throat constricting around me. And then, in a flash, it happened.

"Fuck, urghhhhhhhhhh."

A stream of hot, sticky cum erupted from the tip of my dick, shooting down the back of her throat. My body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. It was a never-ending, endless stream of cum, each shot sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

"Urk, ugk," her eyes widened, her throat tightening around me. It was an intoxicating feeling, the sensation of her body struggling against me. It was a power trip, the rush of dominance overwhelming. My cock started to ease out of her mouth and a few final spurts of cum landed on her neck and chest.

"Urk," she coughed, her hand covering her mouth. A small pile of sperm covered her hand and a little dripped onto the floor.

"Swallow it," I commanded, my voice a low, menacing growl. "Every last drop."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with fear and humiliation. But there was no denying the command, no fighting the urge. She slowly brought her hand up to her lips and took a small sip. Her eyes closed tightly, her face contorted.

Without another word, she simply nodded and swallowed the rest. Her face twisted in disgust, a single tear falling down her cheek. It was a beautiful sight, a submissive goddess swallowing the seed of her master. I stepped backwards, looking at the girl sitting on the floor.

Jennie sat there, a defeated mess. Her hair was a complete mess, her makeup smeared, and her clothes were ripped and stained. Her sweaty sheen reflected the dim light of the security room. Her bare chest rose and fell with every breath. She was exhausted, her body trembling with the strain.

"Well, that was fun," I chuckled. "And I think we both learned a valuable lesson, didn't we?"

Jennie nodded, her eyes downcast.

"You can't steal things and expect not to get caught," I continued, my voice low and menacing.

"Y-Yes, sir," Jennie whispered.

"Wow," I breathed, "Sir." I felt a strange sense of pride at her obedience. My cock twitched at the sound of my title on her lips. I was originally content with just nutting in her mouth but this sense of power, when was I ever going to get another high like this?

"Say it again," I murmured, stepping closer.

"S-sir," she whispered, her voice trembling. I grinned and stepped forward, my hands reaching out to caress her cheek. She flinched, her eyes wide with fear.

"Can I ask why you decided to steal that bra and panties set?" I asked, eyeing the stolen merchandise on the floor.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes downcast. Then, after a moment, she finally spoke. "I... I don't know, I'm sorry, okay?" She stammered.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "I'm not buying that."

She didn't say anything, her eyes cast down. "I-I just... I wanted them. They were so pretty and expensive and..." She trailed off, her voice cracking.

"Ah," I nodded, a realization dawning on me. "So you just felt like it?"

She nodded slowly, her eyes downcast. She was ashamed, the weight of her own desires crushing her.

"You wanted to feel the thrill of stealing something. Wow, you really are a naughty girl, aren't you," I breathed. "A spoiled little rich girl."

She didn't say anything, her body tensing up.

"C'mon, tell me. Your heart was bumping like crazy when you were first sliding your shirt back on, right?" I asked, my voice a low, teasing whisper. "I bet you were just dying to just walk out scot free but my sleazy old manager must've been keeping an eagle eye on you and noticed you left the fitting room with your clothes and nothing else."

"I-I was, I mean, yeah," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear and shame.

"Wow, if you weren't so pretty and if my manager wasn't such a creep, you probably would've gone unnoticed. What a shame," I sighed. I drummed my fingers on the table. "You know, my heart's bumping like crazy too. This, what's happening right now, is giving me such a thrill."

Jennie's arms were covering her chest, trying to shield herself from the predator's gaze. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading and fearful.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"God, you just make it feel so much more intense." I breathed. "So, let's just do it. Let's indulge in each other. I'll let you go from here with your stolen bra and panties. You can wear them back home and be a bad girl and enjoy the feeling of being a thief, if you let me enjoy you."

"Y-you want... what?" She stammered, her face bright red.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," I cocked my head and gave her a smile, "After all, we're just two naughty kids getting our rocks off. I'll let you have a good time and you can get away scot-free. What do you say?"

Jennie was silent, her eyes wide and confused. She was thinking, weighing her options.

"Just nod if you agree," I sighed. "Or better yet, move those arms of yours and spread your legs."

Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. But, slowly, her arms fell to her sides and her legs slowly parted. She was completely exposed, her most intimate parts on display for my eyes only. I stared for a moment, taking in the sight. She was perfect. Too perfect.

"Perfect," I breathed. I stepped forward, my hands reaching out to caress her soft, warm flesh.

"Oh god, you're really going to do it," she whimpered.

"Duh," I rolled my eyes, "Why would I go through all this trouble otherwise?" I took a hold of her waist and pulled her up off the ground, her light weight not much of a burden for me. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively and her arms grabbed a hold of my shoulders. A part of me felt elated, I had the hottest girl in the school at the tip of my finger, or the tip of my dick.

"Oh god," she whimpered. "This can't be happening."

"Relax," I soothed, "It's going to be great. You're going to feel amazing."

She looked down at me, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment. "Please, be gentle," she pleaded.

"Sure," I smirked, "For a while, anyways." I carried her to the table, the one I had dreamt of pinning her on just moments ago. My grip on her hips tightened, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She sat on the edge of the table, her legs spread, her body exposed. I shimmied out the rest of my clothes, evening out the bare naked field.

Jennie blinked aggressively at my sudden exposure. Her eyes darted up and down, taking in the sight of my toned body and the rock-hard erection pointing straight at her womanhood. She gulped, her body tense and nervous.

I leaned forward and aimed my lips at her collarbone. My lips were met with the softness of her skin, the sweet smell of her perfume. I sucked on her skin, leaving a dark hickey. I was marking my territory. She shuddered, a small gasp escaping her lips.

"You smell so good," I murmured. My tongue swirled across her collarbone, tasting her sweat. "And you taste even better."

"Just hurry up," she muttered, her face flushed.

"Let me enjoy it," I responded, bringing my lips to her face. I kissed her cheek, the side of her mouth, the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes, her body still flinching at every touch. A giggle left with every kiss I left on her body. I finally pressed my lips firmly against hers, the resistance of her mouth felt like kissing a wall.

"Hey, open your mouth," I whispered, my breath warm and heavy against her face. "I'm not doing this one-sidedly." My hand came up and slapped her cheek just hard enough to get my point across.

A pained squeal followed by her lips parting. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, the warm wetness a welcome sensation. She was hesitant at first, her tongue moving in slow, languid motions. I let a hand rest around her waist, hovering just above her ass. My other hand traced her jawline before sliding down to one of her breasts.

She whimpered as my hand groped her breast, squeezing and kneading her supple flesh. I let my thumb flick across her nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp. My other hand drifted lower, gently cupping her ass. Her skin was smooth and soft, her muscles tense.

My hand squeezed her ass, her supple flesh molding against my fingers. Her body tensed up, a small moan escaping her lips. It was tiny, but it was there, the smallest hint of a reaction. The slightest indication of enjoyment. I didn't comment on it, letting the moment pass.

I let my hand on her ass play around, my fingers inching towards her asscrack. Her ass was perfect. Firm, but soft. Smooth and round. I squeezed, her flesh giving way beneath my grip. She shuddered, her eyes wide.

"Hey," Her hand dropped down and wrapped around my wrist, trying to stop my wandering fingers. "Not there."

"Why not?" I grinned, "It's just your ass." My fingers kept exploring her asscrack until my middle finger was poking at her asshole. Her body tensed up, her grip on my wrist tightening.

"Stop," she gasped. "That's gross."

"Don't knock it till you try it," I responded. I slid my finger in, her asshole squeezing down on my digit.

"Stop!" She cried out, her eyes wide with shock. Her ass was clenching, her muscles flexing around my finger.

"Relax," I whispered, "You're just gonna make it worse." I pushed deeper, the tip of my finger disappearing into her tight, hot hole.

"It feels so weird," she whispered. I shrugged it off and went back to pressing my lips on her face. Her body was still tense, her grip on my wrist unwavering.

My tongue swirled around hers, tasting her sweet saliva. My hand was still squeezing her breast, my finger probing her asshole. Her body was taut, her muscles tight. She was trying her best to relax, to accept the sensation, but it was too new. It was too foreign.

I pushed deeper, my finger sinking into her asshole. It was a tight fit, her muscles flexing and contracting. Her ass was clenching, her asshole squeezing around my finger. I pressed the pad of my finger against her prostate and her body stiffened.

"Mmmh," she moaned, her body quivering. My hand gripped her asscheek tighter, her skin turning white under my grip. Her body was trembling, her breathing growing shallow.

"You like that, huh?" I murmured. My lips brushed against hers, the heat of our breath mingling. She didn't respond, her eyes clenched shut.

"Can you just stop teasing me?" she whispered.

"What do you mean? This isn't teasing," I smiled. "This is foreplay."

"Just... stick it in already," she murmured. Her voice was quiet, her words barely audible.

"What was that?" I asked, a hint of a grin on my face.

"Fuck me already, you idiot," she growled, her eyes filled with anger and unrest.

"Okay," I grinned, pulling my finger out roughly, earning a choked gasp from Jennie. "But remember, you asked for it."

She was glaring at me, her eyes narrow and full of spite. But underneath the anger, I could see a flicker of excitement. She was enjoying this, the thrill of the forbidden. She was just like me.

I grabbed a hold of my penis but I kept heavy eye contact with her as I slid the tip against her entrance. She shuddered at the contact, but she stared back at me as well.

"I'm just admiring the view," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips. "You know, you're even hotter when you're angry." I let go of her ass and grabbed her by the back of her neck. I pulled her closer, our faces mere centimeters apart.

"Fuck you," she spat, her voice filled with venom.

I held my forehead against hers as I started to poke at her entrance. I felt her neck muscles tense up as my tip started to slide into her. She was tight, her muscles gripping onto my dick like a vice. She was resisting, her body unwilling to give in. I watched her squeeze her eyes shut and hold her breath as I inched deeper.

"Breathe," I murmured. My hand reached out and cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking her cheekbone. She opened her eyes, staring at me with a mix of defiance and confusion.

"Huh?" she mumbled.

"You need to breathe," I explained. "It's going to feel worse if you don't."

Her eyes opened slightly, looking straight into mine. She stared at me for a moment, then nodded. She shuddered a long exhale, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Good," I breathed. My thumb traced along her jawline, a light, gentle touch. I pushed deeper, my cock sliding further into her. Her body was shaking, her hands went up, gripping my shoulders.

I used it as leverage to push further into her, a low moan escaping her lips. The sensation was incredible. Her pussy was so hot, so wet. I could feel her walls tightening around my dick, squeezing and milking me.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, my voice a low, husky growl.

She responded with a groan of her own, her body trembling. Her grip on my shoulders tightened, her nails digging into my skin.

"I bet you can take the whole thing, huh?" I murmured. My dirty talk wasn't making her happy, her eyes narrowed. "Yeah, you can take it, I know you can."

She didn't respond, her eyes closed tightly. My hands met and wrapped around her thighs, pulling her closer.

"Here, let's do it like this," I said. Her nipples were poking at my chest, her body pressed up against mine. "This is much better, right?"

"Just hurry up," she groaned. Her voice was low and husky, her breathing shallow and rapid.

"As you wish," I grinned. My hands grabbed a hold of her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I pulled her closer, pushing my dick deeper inside of her. Her body tensed up, a small whimper escaping her lips.

"Fuck, urghhhhhh," She cried out, her head tilted back.

"God, you're tight," I grunted. Her pussy was squeezing my cock, her walls clenching around me. It was an incredible feeling, her warmth enveloping my length. I pushed deeper, her body shuddering as I inched further inside her.

"You like that, don't you?" I murmured, my voice a low, seductive purr. "You like it when I fuck you, huh?"

"Fuck," she gasped, her body writhing against me. "F-fuck."

My hips were rocking back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Say it," I whispered, my voice a low, husky murmur. "Say that you love it when I fuck you."

"Ughhhh," she groaned. Her body was trembling, her eyes clenched shut.

"Say it," I repeated. My hands gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh. "And I'll throw in a free thong from out front."

She hesitated for a moment, then opened her eyes. They were glassy and unfocused, her face red with exertion. She stared at me, her expression one of resentment and humiliation.

"F-fuck you," she whispered. Her voice was shaky, her eyes burning with anger and embarrassment.

"C'mon," I smiled, "Just say it. You know you want to."

She glared at me, her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched. "I love it when you fuck me," she spat, her words dripping with disgust.

"There we go," I smiled. "Now, was that so hard? I'm thinking a dark red thong would suit you, remind me when I let you out later."

"Screw you," she groaned, her voice filled with venom.

"Hey, don't be like that," My hands moved to caress her ass again, my fingers sliding along her smooth, round flesh. "I bet you'd look great in a red thong. Maybe I'll get it for you and put it on you after this."

"Go to hell," she spat. Her body was trembling, her eyes filled with anger. I pulled her off the table, holding her up in the air. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively.

"Let's see if you still feel that way when you're coming your brains out," I said. Her nails dug into my shoulders again, but I tried to ignore the pain. Instead, I focused on the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock, her warmth enveloping me.

I pulled her down, forcibly stretching out the petite girl to her limit. Jennie screamed out, her body arching inwards. The painful expression on her face was beautiful, but I didn't have time to appreciate it.

I pushed into her again, her walls tightening around my dick. It wasn't long until Jennie's body started to naturally secrete lube to help with the foreign invasion.

"Wow," I muttered. "This is the best you've had, isn't it?"

"No," she growled. I laughed as I felt her up. She was lying, of course. No other guy could have ever done what I did to her. I was feeling her muscles twitch, her walls clenching around me, her entire body responding to my touch.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers.

"Liar," I whispered, my voice low and husky. I adjusted my hold on her, using one arm to brace underneath her ass and using my other hand to twist and pull on her nipple. She howled and writhed in response, her walls squeezing my dick tighter.

"Ughhhhhh!" She gasped. "Hurts, let go, let go." I ignored her and twisted her nipple again. Her walls were squeezing and releasing my cock, her muscles tensing and relaxing. It was incredible.

I was fucking her with abandon, my hips slamming into her crotch, my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She was screaming, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. I was relentless, my pace never wavering. I fucked her harder and faster, her screams getting louder and louder.

"Ahhh, ugh, ughhh, ahhhhh," She screamed. "Oh god, ahhhhh, fuck, ah, ahhhhhh, f-f-f-fuck, ohhhhh." Her body was shaking, her back arched, her muscles twitching.

"Yes, yes, ahhhh, ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh," She cried. Her body was spasming, her muscles clenching. She was coming. I continued to pound into her, the sounds of her cries music to my ears. Her walls were squeezing me, her pussy tightening around me.

"Ah, ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ah, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh," She wailed. I hissed and moved back to the table, laying her flat on the table. Jennie's arms dropped backwards and laid around her head. She was limp and spent, her body exhausted from trying to fight off the orgasm.

I used the new position to go at her deeper, her hips lifted into the air. She screamed, her voice high-pitched and shrill. Her body was taut, her muscles tensing and relaxing, her breathing ragged. My tip passed through the deepest part of her pussy, hitting her cervix. Being filled to the brim must've sent her over the edge because all of a sudden, her pussy released a sudden gush of juice and her body went completely limp.

"A-ah, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh," She whined. I was gritting my teeth, my hips moving rapidly. She was so tight, her walls squeezing my dick, her juices soaking me. It was the best feeling in the world.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahh," she moaned.

"Ugh, ugh," I groaned. I planted my hands around her body onto the table, giving myself more leverage to go faster and deeper. She was wailing, her body jerking violently.

"Ahhhh, ahh, ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhh, ahh, ahh," She gasped. I was fucking her furiously, my cock pounding into her pussy. She was screaming, her voice loud and clear. Her hair bounced with every thrust, her face twisted into a grimace.

"Fuck," I hissed. "You're so tight."

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she whined. My hips were a blur, my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She was wailing, her body twisting and thrashing. I was fucking her hard and fast, her pussy tightening around me.

"Yes," I breathed. "I'm going to make you cum so much."

"Ah, ahhh, ahhh," She cried. "I-I can't... ahhh, ahhh..." The way her face contorted and the sound of her voice made me grin. She was in pure ecstasy, her mind and body consumed by pleasure. I kept pumping, my hips slamming into hers, her body jolting with every thrust.

"Ahhh, ahh, ahhh, ahhh," She whined. Her body was trembling, her eyes rolling back.

"Come on, girl," I cooed. "Come for me again."

"I-I can't," she gasped. "It's too much..." I reached forward, running my knuckle across her jawline before dropping my finger against her mouth. My thumb pressed into her bottom lip, spreading them apart.

"Don't be a spoil sport," I breathed. "Come on." She whined as I pushed her lips apart and slid my thumb into her mouth. A gasp left her mouth as I pressed my thumb down on her tongue, the salty taste of her sweat entering her mouth.

Her body was shaking, her breath ragged.

"That's it," I whispered. "That's it. Come for me."

"Mmm," She groaned, her voice muffled by my fingers. I watched her squirm, her muscles tense and spasming. Her walls were squeezing and releasing around my cock, her juices soaking us both. She was so beautiful, her face contorted with pleasure, her body covered in sweat and come.

"A-ah," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "Ahhhh..." Her body went limp, her eyes rolling back. I continued to pound into her, fucking her like a ragdoll.

"Ahhh," she cried, her voice muffled by my thumb. "I-I can't... ahh... a-ahh... ahhh..." Jennie's fists clenched around her head and her eyes squeezed so tightly, early onset crow's feet started forming. Her tongue fought against my thumb as it pushed out of her mouth and onto her chin.

"U-ughhh," She whimpered, her body trembling. "Ahhh, ahhh, aahh, aaahh." Her eyes rolled back, her jaw slackening. Her knees squeezed around my waist as tightly as her walls clamped around my shaft. Her chest was heaving, her nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Her body was shuddering, her skin flushed.

I struggled to catch a breath as I continued to ram into her relentlessly, her pussy squeezing and releasing me. She let out a groan with every impact I forced through her small body, her voice getting louder and louder.

"Oh god," She breathed. "O-oh, ahh, ahh, aaahhh," she cried, her voice breaking. She was gasping, her breathing labored. "M-my pussy," she panted. "It hurts..." Her voice was raspy, her breath shallow.

"Good," I grunted. My balls smacked against her, my cock plunging deeper into her tight hole.

"Ohhh," she moaned, her voice hoarse. "I-it's too much... I can't take it."

"Ahh, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah," She panted. Her legs were trembling, her eyes closed tightly. Her skin was flushed, her hair disheveled. She looked absolutely beautiful, her body glistening with sweat.

"God, you're so tight," I grunted.

"Ahhh, aah, aah," she moaned. "My pussy... it hurts... please stop..." Her voice was hoarse, her eyes half-closed. She was gasping, her face twisted in pain.

"I-I can't," She whined. Her eyes were rolling back, her body shuddering. "I can't take it anymore," she groaned. Her legs were twitching, her body jerking violently.

"Ah, a-aahh," she moaned, her voice raspy and strained. "Ah, ahh, ahh." Her breath was coming in short gasps, her body trembling. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, the sight of her body writhing in front of me, the sensation of her walls tightening around me.

Her tongue stuck out of her mouth, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing labored. "AHH, ahh, aah, ahhh, ahh, aaaaaAAHH."

"I-I'm... AAAHHHH, a-aahhh," she cried, her voice echoing throughout the room. Her pussy pushed out another thick stream of cum. She was screaming, her body convulsing, her juices flooding around my cock. It was amazing, her pussy milking my shaft, her juices soaking me.

"AAAHH, a-aahh, aaaah, ahh, a-aah," she cried, her voice breaking. Her body was jerking, her eyes wide. "AHH, aahh, aaah, a-aaahhh," she panted. I was gasping, my hands gripping her thighs tightly. I could feel her body shaking, her walls squeezing around me.

I didn't want to let up, so I kept at it, continuing to pump in and out of her. Her juices were running down my shaft, coating me in her delicious scent. She was groaning, her voice ragged. Her body was shaking, her breathing ragged.

"M-my pussy...," she groaned. "I-it's... aahh, ahh, ahh, a-a-aah."

"I think... I t-think I'm going to c-cum inside of you," I groaned. "Oh, f-fuck."

"Mmmm," She whined, her voice barely audible. "A-ahh, ahh, ahhh," she moaned. Her eyes were rolling back, her legs trembling. "O-oh, o-oh," she moaned. Her back arched, her eyes wide. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around my cock, her juices flowing freely.

"Aahh, ahhh," she moaned. "W-wait, I-I-I'm gonna," she gasped. "AHHHH!"

She screamed, her body convulsing, her walls clamping around me. Her juices were flowing freely, her body shuddering. It was an incredible sight, her face twisted in ecstasy, her body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. I couldn't tell if she was simply still riding out her second orgasm, or my nonstop assault caused a third one.

I used her energy as my own and continued to slam into her, her screams filling the air.

"AAAHH, AHH, AHHH, AAHH," she wailed.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhh, aaAHH," she moaned. Her legs were trembling, her body quivering. I closed my eyes and tried to center myself, focusing on the softness and firmness of her various body parts.

"I-I can't hold back anymore," I grunted. "I'm going to cum inside of you."

"W-wait," She whimpered, her voice hoarse. Her thighs, her soft tummy, her firm ass, her small boobs, her toned arms, her delicate shoulders, the slender curve of her neck. I could see them all clearly, could feel her skin, her flesh. I wanted to claim her, to make her mine.

"N-Not too mu-much, please," she panted. "My insides, they hurt, ughhhhh."

I felt her legs wrap tighter around me, her hands grasping at my wrists, her nails digging into my flesh. Her legs locked behind my back, her hips bucking upward to meet each of my thrusts. Even after everything, she made it clear how much she wanted me, how much she needed me.

"I'm c-cumming," I growled. I couldn't hold back any longer, my cock twitched and pulsed, my body jerking. I let out a deep, guttural groan, my hands gripping her hips. My hips were a blur, my cock slamming in and out of her, my body moving without a conscious thought.

"Ah, ahh, aahh, ahh, a-aaaAAAAHH," she wailed. My tip sprayed her insides white with spurts after spurts of hot cum. My cock was pulsing and throbbing, shooting my seed into her. My eyes were closed, my mind clouded by pleasure. All I could focus on was the feeling of her body against mine, the sound of her moans.

"S-stop," she moaned. Her body was shuddering, her pussy convulsing.

"I-I-I-I can't," I groaned, my voice thick with desire. My hips were moving on their own, my body craving her.

"Mmmmmm," she whimpered. "P-please, no more."

"Mmm," I growled, my voice low and husky.

"You're too good," I whispered. My eyes were shut, my breath ragged. My hips were a blur, my cock pistoning in and out of her. It was an incredible feeling, the warmth and tightness of her pussy, her walls clenching around me. It was a dream, something that should never have happened.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh," she moaned, her voice hoarse. Finally, after filling her to the brim, my body collapsed onto her. Jennie's hands fell away from me and onto her sides, her palms facing upwards.

"Mmm, mmm," I mumbled. My vision was hazy, my body heavy. My eyes closed, my mind blank. I was exhausted.

Jennie's breathing was erratic, her chest heaving, her skin covered in sweat. My vision blurred, my mind going fuzzy. I was tired, drained. My mind drifted, thoughts and memories swirling.

I willed myself to push off of her and out of her, my dick slowly exiting her wet, tight tunnel. A trail of our combined fluids followed after me, a long, thin rope that connected our crotches. Jennie was catching her breath, staring at me as I moved.

"Thank you," I gasped, fixing my hair. "I needed that."

"Uh huh," she nodded weakly. I watched as Jennie struggled to push and hold herself up, using her arms as her only support. After a few seconds of pushing and pulling, she succeeded, her hands propping herself up.

"A-Am I good, then?" She asked, her voice weak and hoarse. I chuckled, walking over and grabbing the stolen bra and thong off the desk.

"Yeah, you're fine," I tossed the garments at her, landing on her body. She quickly picked them up and used them to cover herself from me.

"One last thing, though," I said. She stared at me, confused. I strutted over to the monitor setup, moved the mouse around and typed in a few commands. I gleefully moved aside, showing a daunting view to the fashionista sitting half-naked on the table. On one of the monitors, it showed a complete view of the security room with me standing at the desk and Jennie on the table.

She snapped her up towards the corner of the room and saw a camera mounted on the ceiling staring straight at us. The entire time, we were being watched and filmed.

"W-Wha-?!" She gawked.

"This will be our little secret," I laughed, walking out. "Don't worry, you're free to go. I'll tell my manager you didn't steal a thing. I'm just going to keep this memory as a keepsake, maybe as blackmail."

"Y-you can't do this, please!" She begged.

"Relax, no one else will see it. Only me, whenever I feel like rewatching it, or the whole world if you don't become my designated booty call."

"B-but, that's—"

"See you later, Jennie," I waved, walking towards my clothes to put on. "I'll get in touch with you whenever, so you better respond when I do. If not, well, the video is always an option."

With that, I started to dress myself, leaving her in a stunned silence.

Saturday | February 24th, 2024 | 3:23 PM

I was breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. I was leaning over her, sweat running down my back. I could feel her heartbeat, the rise and fall of her chest. The two of us somehow mounted the fitting room's tiny bench and were locked in an embrace, our limbs tangled together.

"I told you it'd be fun," she said, her voice low and breathless. My dick was softening inside of her, but I didn't want to pull away. I wanted to stay there forever, a twisted, intimate knot. But that was a lie. The moment was fleeting.

She pulled away first, her movements slow and deliberate. I watched her get dressed, my eyes following her every move. She handed me back my pants, her fingers brushing against mine. She then stepped out of the panties and handed them to me, a triumphant smirk on her face. "A souvenir for the master thief," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I took them, the fabric still warm from her body. I felt a strange sense of pride as I folded them neatly and tucked them back into my pocket.

"You were amazing back there," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "The way you handled her... it was perfect."

I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The guilt was starting to creep back in, a cold, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. But I pushed it down. Nakyung was proud of me. That's all that mattered.

We left the fitting room, the cool air of the store a stark contrast to the hot, heavy atmosphere of the stall. The attendant gave us a polite smile, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of naughtiness. She had no idea what we had just done.

"Let's get out of here," Nakyung said, her hand finding mine. We walked out of the store and into the bustling mall, the sounds of shoppers and music a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my mind. 

Kim Jennie - Obtained 2/24/24

And there it is, the final smut chapter for this "February" arc! It was filled to the brim with Minjae's sperm and underwear from different girls of his hit list! I truly hoped you enjoyed reading up to this point as it took a lot out of me to pump out smut after smut, trying to make sure it didn't get stale. If it did get stale, then I truly apologize and I'll try my hardest to make a point to be unique with every smut from now on! It ends with Minjae's acceptance of his more "chaotic" behavior, and well, who knows what that'll lead to in the future for him? Good things, I hope? For now, I'll finally get back to writing more slice of life and progressing Minjae's life outside of his hitlist! Does that mean more Chaewon? Or, you know, a certain Haerin that hasn't been seen for a bit? Who knows? I do, and well, I'm not intent on spoiling just yet! Thanks for the kind words! Love you guys! - PI

EDIT: Wow, I totally forgot again. I was supposed to comment on hitting half a million words last chapter and I almost forgot to address it here! But wow! What an accomplishment for me! I never dreamt I'd get this far in creating a world with my writing, truly! I've grown up writing casually, never having the drive to push whatever ideas I had to fruition. This story was geniunely a one off idea I had when I was in high school, and you can imagine what a rough draft must've looked like then. I didn't know how college schedules worked, nor had enough life experience to create realistic and meaningful conversations. I was just a horny child who imagined a perv robbing the dorms of the Red Velvet idol group. Now, I'm a horny adult who's writing about a kinky freak going down his panties hit list from all different groups! It really makes me happy when I see the comments of people who are still keeping up with the story, it makes me realize that this story was worth writing even if it's not monetary or I get any value out of it. From the bottom of my heart and the top of my head, I thank the readers who are enjoying 'Idolized Panties.' From its creation as a 5238 worded Google Docs rough draft to a now 528060 words fully-fledged story, I'll keep on writing this story until the end of Minjae's adventure!