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24-71

Added 2025-05-11 01:35:13 +0000 UTC

EP.71 Irreversible

After returning from school, I experienced a miserable life that I couldn't have imagined before meeting Jung-su.

Since then, I couldn't even properly tighten my vagina, and on weekends, I had to work at a karaoke bar owned by a high school classmate, selling my body at a low price.

My clitoris, with its skin scraped off, was brutally used by customers without my consent, and it was clear that my vagina's condition was deteriorating further.

Because of this, I often got scolded by my classmate Ye-bin, and I had to apologize with tears streaming down my face.

Selling my body was more exhausting than I thought.

It wasn't about exchanging emotions and satisfying each other's desires in a relationship of trust; it was purely a transaction between a superior and an inferior.

I had to endure any filthy play without resistance just to get a good score, and I had to crawl on my hands and knees at any moment.

What stuck in my memory was the "fukkatsu" play, where I had to lick a stranger's anus like a lover, and the "breath control" play, where I experienced the fear of death while being choked.

However, what was most difficult was not the rough male customers but the few female ones.

Most men used me as a tool to satisfy their desire for conquest after releasing their sexual energy, and I could somewhat enjoy it. But female customers came to destroy my body and crush my dignity.

They played with me ruthlessly, knowing how to ruin me both physically and mentally.

According to what I heard from customers, they felt a sense of superiority and satisfaction from ruining someone as beautiful as me irreversibly.

The plays they subjected me to were so cruel that just thinking about them made my skin crawl.

Sometimes, after female customers left, the next customer would look at me with disgust because my important areas were covered in blood, even after being wiped once.

Despite this, Ye-bin's karaoke bar became more crowded, and I had to sell my body until late at night without rest.

To meet Ye-bin's quota for beer sales, I had to serve at least two or three customers per session, and I became accustomed to leading them aggressively.

When buying condoms, I had to expose my naked body to the part-time worker, who would fondle my breasts and tease my vagina while I waited for the payment.

The 500-won coins I collected by flirting with customers weren't enough to buy condoms, so I had to perform oral sex under the counter to make up for the shortage.

On weekdays, I was called to school under the pretext of "training," presumably because Ye-bin informed Jung-su about my weekend scores.

Jung-su would set up two desks side by side, place a large mop between them, and have me climb on top. He would then have me insert the end of the mop handle into my vagina, securing it with a line drawn to mark the depth.

I had to do squats on top of the desks, ensuring the mop handle was inserted up to the marked line. If I didn't insert it correctly or pull it out properly, the count was invalid.

Because my vagina couldn't tighten properly, if I lost focus and sat down, the handle would slide in, making me feel like my uterus would be pierced. On the other hand, if I lifted it too quickly, the handle would come out completely, causing me to fall.

If I dropped the handle, I had to start over, and if I slipped, I risked serious injury, so I had to repeat the vaginal squats all day without a break.

Even when Jung-su was in class, his seniors would take turns watching me, so I couldn't rest.

Some days, they would use new devices to brutally spread my vagina, exposing my uterus for hours.

As time passed, Jung-su's seniors stopped treating me as a sexual object and began playing with me in even more cruel ways.

They would stand me against the wall in a "seiza" position and take turns punching my stomach, with harsher punishment if I couldn't endure it.

For "punching bag" play, they would shoot BB guns at my uterus as a target, always inserting BBs into my urethra before urinating.

When the BBs missed my clitoris or hit my uterus directly, I would scream louder than usual, and even after urinating, I felt a lingering discomfort as if the BBs were still inside.

Occasionally, when one of Jung-su's seniors used my mouth to satisfy their sexual desire, my mouth and stomach would inevitably become Jung-su and Il-ho's urinals afterward.

And every Friday, before selling my body, Il-ho would continue his clitoris toothbrushing, slowly, gently, and for a long time.

This formula was very effective in tormenting me for hours.

At first, I was excited by the gentle brushing and would ejaculate profusely, but later, I would scream in agony as I climaxed repeatedly.

This cycle of having my clitoris's skin scraped off and then healing only to be scraped again repeated for about a month.

Thanks to some customers who ignored my pleas and ejaculated inside me, the period I had been delaying with birth control pills finally arrived.

Of course, I couldn't receive customers during my period, so I went on temporary leave, and Hye-na provided me with sanitary pads.

However, it didn't take long to realize that Hye-na's consideration wasn't just for my period.

Even after starting my period, I was still called to Jung-su's school.

I was told to wear a dress and, despite my poor condition due to menstrual cramps, I dressed up fully.

What awaited me was even more humiliating treatment.

Whenever Jung-su and his seniors smoked, I had to stand with the hem of my dress in my mouth, holding the line of my panties with both hands and stretching it forward.

My vagina, unable to perform its role as a toy during my period, became a makeshift ashtray.

Especially in outdoor smoking areas, I would expose my dress up to my chest, revealing my abdomen with the tattoo and the sanitary pad attached to my panties. When I met the gaze of others entering the smoking area, I felt so ashamed and humiliated that I wanted to cry.

"Kyak! Ptoo."

Tack-tack.

"Eh-huh."

"Hey, spread it wider."

"Yes!"

The seniors would spit thick phlegm into my panties and shake off their cigarette ash. Occasionally, when sparks from the cigarettes touched my scraped clitoris, I would shudder and moan.

After they finished smoking, they would rub the cigarette butts against the sanitary pad inside my panties.

Chick.

The blood from my period, the fluids from my excitement, and the seniors' phlegm all contributed to extinguishing the cigarettes.

Sometimes, they wouldn't fully put out the cigarettes before inserting them into my panties, and I had to endure the heat, biting my lips and trembling.

After Jung-su and his seniors finished smoking, I had to keep the cigarette butts inside my panties until I went home.

The inside of my panties was warm and humid from the remaining heat of the butts, creating an unbearable discomfort.

By the time I left, the butts had piled up inside my panties, making them bulge like an erect penis.

As I walked, the weight of the butts made my panties swing, releasing a terrible stench.

The smell of cigarette butts, like an ashtray, began to emanate from my vagina, mixed with the metallic smell of blood, making me feel nauseous.

Even after washing my vagina several times, the smell of the ashtray persisted, refusing to go away.

Meanwhile, as the school vacation approached, I somehow became infamous on the internet as "Slave 4-ho."

It seemed that one of my customers had secretly recorded and distributed a video of me.

When I first heard the news, I was terrified, and my hands trembled.

It felt like the whole world knew about me.

I would flinch and turn away whenever I met someone's gaze on the street, worried that my brother might see the video circulating online.

However, my concern was short-lived. I found myself comforting myself by reading the comments on my video.