Ye jun
I decided right then I was gonna be good enough, better than good, turn this around so Si-woo was the one losing his mind next ti. Grabbed my keys, snuck out the side door so I didn’t run into anyone, drove to the market a few blocks away. Picked the biggest eggplant and cucumber they had, trying to act normal when the old lady at the stall smiled "cooking sothing special tonight?" I forced a laugh, "yeah, stir fry, super special," but inside I was dying, "yeah special, shoving these up my ass to get ready for revenge, totally normal shopping list." Paid fast, walked ho with the bag feeling like it weighed a ton, cheeks burning the whole way. I couldn’t use the one kom had stuffed in the fridge.
Back in my room, door locked, curtains pulled, I laid everything out on the bed, got the lube from the drawer, stripped naked again, got on all fours and started. "Okay, slowly , don’t be a wimp," I muttered to myself, lubed the cucumber first, smaller end, pressed it against my hole and pushed, gasping "fuck, cold, breathe Ye-jun, you can take it." It burned a little going in but I kept going, in and out slow, stretching, moaning under my breath at first then louder, practicing, "ahh yeah, like that, harder," then switching to the eggplant for bigger stretch, legs shaking, "oh god, Si-woo would love this view but fuck him, I’m doing this for now." I fingered myself too, three fingers deep, rubbing that spot till my arms gave out, practicing different moans, high ones, low growly ones, "fuck like you own , please, don’t stop," then laughing l through it, "yeah right, like I’d ever beg again, but for the plan it’s perfect."
I grabbed my phone and propped it up on the pillow. The room felt too quiet, so I turned on gay porn and started scrolling through lots of videos. I talked out loud the whole ti, like I was giving lessons to myself.
"This guy’s taking it too fast. Relax your hips more. Yeah, like that." I switched to so steamy Thai shows. There was this one scene where the bottom was riding on top, looking like he was in full control. "Hip roll, keep eye contact, make him weak. I’m copying that move next ti."
Then I found Arican gay shows with those hot shower scenes. Water running everywhere, bodies close. "Learn the grip. Hold the headboard like that. Tight. Good."
I kept watching and learned three big things that stuck in my head.
First, how to milk the prostate the right way. You press up inside and circle slow until the legs start shaking. "Next ti I do that to him, I’ll keep going till he cries from how good it feels."
Second, edging techniques from the longer videos. You bring yourself right to the edge, so close you almost finish, then you stop. Over and over. "I’m going to make him wait hours like he made wait. Perfect payback. He’ll beg."
Third, dirty talk that actually sounds hot and real. Lines like "You’re mine now, beg for it, daddy," or "Fill up and watch take every drop." I practiced saying them out loud while I rode the cucumber. At first my voice sounded shy and shaky. But the more I said them, the steadier it got. aner. Stronger. Like I really ant it.
I kept going, moving my hips in the rhythm I saw in the videos. Slow circles, then faster rolls. The cucumber felt thick and cool at first, but it ward up quick. Every ti I pushed down, I said one of the lines louder. "That’s it, take it all for ." My breathing got heavy. Sweat started on my back. The phone screen glowed bright in the dark room, showing sweaty bodies, moans, hands gripping hard.
I edged myself three tis. Each ti I got so close my toes curled and my stomach tightened. Then I stopped, breathing hard, waiting till the feeling backed off. It made everything feel sharper, hungrier.
By the end, my voice wasn’t nervous anymore. It was low and sure. I looked at myself in the dark reflection of the phone screen flushed cheeks, ssy hair, eyes bright. I felt different. Not just turned on. Powerful. Like I had learned secrets and now I knew exactly what to do with them next ti we were together.
I turned off the phone, heart still racing, body buzzing. The room wasn’t quiet anymore. My own dirty words still echoed in my head, ready to co out for real.
Hours went by, I was sore as hell but feeling powerful, switching between the veggies and my fingers, moaning different ways, watching more clips, laughing at the bad acting sotis "this guy’s faking it so hard, co on," then getting serious again when the sadness tried to creep back in. "I wanted him to fall for normally , dates and kisses and all that crap, not this revenge training with vegetables in my ass, but he ruined it, my heart’s still heavy as fuck, like soone sat on it, but I’m not stopping, I’m gonna make him pay and maybe, just maybe, make him love after so he never forgets what he did." Tears pricked again while I was mid-thrust but I wiped them fast, kept going, "no more crying, Ye-jun, you’re ready now."
By the ti the sun went down I was cleaned up, veggies hidden in the back of my closet, body aching but my head clear. I lay on the bed in fresh clothes, staring at the ceiling, heart still heavy but the anger hotter. Si-woo was gonna co knocking soon, probably with that smirk, and I’d start slowly , seduce him right back, make him fall so deep he forgets his own na, then flip it and watch him break like I did in that shower. "Your move next, asshole," I whispered, smirking even though my chest hurt. "But this ti I’m in control."
I heard his footsteps in the hall, I sat up slowly , looking him right in the eyes, already planning every moan, every touch, every second until he was the one on his knees begging.
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