Paying the Piper

She finally called the next day, and when her name flashed on my phone's screen, my heart jumped into my throat.

"Joonie," she began, her voice soft, her tone tentative. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. Things are...complicated here. But he said he had told you about the situation. I am really sorry."

My grip tightened around the phone, my pulse racing as I struggled to understand the situation she was in, to understand if she even wanted my help, if she could even accept it.

But all I said was, "It's okay, Haeun. I understand."

There was a pause at the other end of the line. "Of course you do... How are you? I miss you."

"I miss you too." And I did. More than words could express. But what could I say? How could I begin to explain the tangle of fear, longing, jealousy, and desire that twisted inside me?

"I'm doing okay," I continued. "I'm just—I'm worried about you. Is he... treating you well?"

Another pause.

"He is, Joonie, he's very... he knows how to pleasure me. He...he makes me cum really hard." Her voice wavered slightly, tinged with something that sounded almost like sadness. But there was no mistaking the note of arousal in it as well.

My own cock stirred at her words, straining against the fabric of my pants despite everything. The thought of her, flushed and moaning under Jihoon, his fingers, lips, and cock teasing, pleasing, and using every part of her—it made me feel simultaneously aroused, helpless, and angry.

But then she said, "Its sour, isn't it, Joonie? Our little game."

A flood of relief washed over me. She was, without doubt now, doing this for herself, and for me. That she was still taking pleasure in this.

I felt my heart lift, my worries fading as I realized that this was not the tragedy it had first seemed, but our game taken to a whole new level.

"It is sour," I agreed, a hint of lust creeping into my voice. "But it's so sweet when you give it to me."

"I'm gl- Hey!"

Her reply was cut short by the sounds of struggle, a gasp and a thud.

The next moment, I could hear him in the background.

"I said you had a minute, and time's up. If you want to talk to him longer you know what to do."

The line went dead.

I sat there, staring at the phone for a moment longer, my mind reeling from our conversation. And, despite my worry, the thought of her being used by Jihoon made my own cock ache even harder in my pants.

The price she had to pay for our brief call was sent to me later that night.

Jihoon, who I saved as Bastard Kim, sent me another text. It was another photo of Haeun, this time lying on her back across a bed, her eyes closed and mouth open, a small string of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her hands were gripping the bedsheets beneath her, her knuckles white as she arched her back. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples stiff and flushed pink, and there was a visible sheen of sweat on her skin.

It was the space between her legs that caught my attention, though. Her thighs were spread obscenely wide. Jihoon had taken the photo from the foot of the bed, giving me an almost uncomfortably intimate view of her body.

Her pussy was swollen and glistening, slick with arousal and perfectly hairless. But it was the way Jihoon's cock was stretching her open, plunging into her depths with only half his length that was truly mesmerizing.

There was something primal about it—about seeing Haeun like this, so lost in pleasure that she seemed to have forgotten everything else. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy, her features contorted into a mask of absolute bliss.

"I told you that the price for letting you talk to her was my cum in her pussy, cuck." His text came right after. "I am a man who stays true to his word. If you want this to stop then don't contact her anymore."

Even through my lust I was confused. If he knew that I was into this, why would he expect me to stop? I decided not to think too much about it. I had more...pressing matters to attend to.

I couldn't deny it—the sight of Jihoon fucking Haeun sent a surge of arousal coursing through my veins. My cock was rock hard, straining painfully against my pants. Without thinking, I unzipped myself, freeing my erection and gripping it tightly.

The idea of Haeun, my sweet, loving Haeun, being taken so roughly, being filled and used like a common whore—it was both infuriating and incredibly arousing. I began stroking myself, imagining I was there, watching Jihoon pound into her mercilessly while I knelt at the foot of the bed, powerless and ****.

My hand worked furiously, my strokes long and hard as I pictured Haeun's moans, her body shaking with each powerful thrust from Jihoon's cock. Her pussy must have been so wet, so tight around his thick length as he claimed her again and again, reducing her to a writhing, needy mess beneath him.

I could almost hear his grunts, his taunting laughter as he drove himself into her depths, relishing the power he held over her, and by extension me.

I came, my seed spurting forth onto my stomach with an intensity that left me gasping for air, my vision blurry and mind hazy. But even then, even after reaching climax, I still wanted more.

It was then that I realized just how deep I was in this game with Haeun.