Chapter 4 — Yuna's Diary - 1 (4)

Multiple orgasms had given me the habit of masturbating. If I didn't at least touch myself lightly before bed, I'd strangely find myself unable to fall asleep.

I'd undress and look at my body in the mirror. Sometimes I'd even angle the mirror to see there.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt like my body always pulled me into temptation, no matter how hard I resisted.

The more I agonized over it, the stronger my lust became.

I ended up phone-sexing with someone I'd met online, without a shred of hesitation.

I justified it to myself with excuses like, I was just bored.

This version of me feels dangerous. I know I shouldn't be living like this.

But have I already sunk too deep to stop?

Even as I wrestled with these thoughts, I was touching myself again.

I'd pulled my panties down to my thighs, hiked my T-shirt up past my breasts, and was gently pinching my erect nipples while stroking my clit. My entire body focused on the secret, electric sensation pulsing through me.

When I pressed a little harder—adding a hint of pain—the pleasure intensified in a strange, intoxicating way. I was completely lost in it, moaning softly. Would someone else think I looked pathetic like this?

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang suddenly. I jumped in shock, scrambling to pull my panties back up.

“Who is it?”

I smoothed down my messy hair and opened the door.

A was standing outside.

Privately, I was glad to see him.

I'd been fantasizing about sex while I touched myself, so seeing him here—like he'd somehow known—felt almost fated.

But at the same time, I felt ashamed, like I'd been caught.

I forced myself to sound cold and annoyed. “What do you want?”

He smirked and pulled out a bouquet he'd been hiding behind his back.

“Should I just leave these out here?”

“Come in.”

My voice softened apologetically, regretting how harsh I'd sounded.

I quickly tidied the messy bed.

He reached out and touched my ass.

I pretended not to notice and just sat on the bed.

He sat beside me and kissed me.

I couldn't resist.

Not when I was already so turned on.

Soon, I was kissing him back eagerly.

He peeled off my clothes one by one.

When my panties came down, a sharp thrill shot through me.

That sensation crawling up my spine—what was it? Pride? Shame?

Now, in front of this man, I felt bold. Unashamed.

He stripped down too, leaving only his underwear.

He spread my legs and kissed my thighs.

Slowly, he moved inward, then started sucking my pussy.

My hips bucked wildly.

I was shocked at how my body moved—completely out of my control.

And down below, I was reacting fiercely.

“Stop… just put it in already.”

I was embarrassed, but I couldn't hold back.

I was the one who asked first.

I braced my hands on the bed and bent over. Legs stretched straight.

He entered me from behind.

Fucking standing up—it gave me another kind of thrill.

Already worked up from his foreplay, I came quickly.

I collapsed onto the bed, and he kept thrusting into me from behind.

It was incredible sex—lingering, intense, drawing out the pleasure long after my climax.

Eventually, he pulled out and looked for tissues.

He lay down beside me, spent, and gently stroked my body.

My heart was still racing from the powerful orgasm.

“I really enjoyed that,” I said.

Maybe it was the lingering excitement, but I ended up confessing—I'd been masturbating before he arrived.

As he listened, he suddenly sat up and pulled out a thick stack of bills.

“Will you do me a favor?”

“What?”

I had no idea what he meant. What kind of favor?

“I need to entertain someone. Will you help me?”

“Entertain?”

I asked, though I already had a vague suspicion.

“We just need to sleep together. What do you say?”

Was it the post-sex high? I actually found the idea… intriguing.

“What kind of person is it?”

“Just an ordinary middle-aged guy. This is your fee.”

The money—and the thrill of something new, something forbidden—curiosity won me over. I agreed.

We had sex again, then fell asleep together.

I woke up at 11 a.m. He was lying beside me, touching my breasts.

“Want to go again?”

He was grinding against me. His cock was already hard.

“I want to… but I can't. I have an important person to meet today.”

Was it the feeling of sharing a secret? In just one night, he felt so close.

He said we needed to go clothes shopping first.

Why did I need new clothes just to meet someone?

We grabbed breakfast with the lunch crowd, then headed to the department store.

He picked out everything.

All white.

Even the underwear—brand new.

The stockings were white too.

He didn't seem awkward or embarrassed at all, even in the lingerie section.

I couldn't even lift my head.

Back home, he made me shower and change into all the new clothes.

All white. I felt like everyone on the street would stare if I walked out like this.

It was almost ridiculous.

“Do I really have to wear all this?”

But he looked completely satisfied, so I didn't dare complain. I covered everything with a coat.

We got in the car and drove toward the hotel where the man I was supposed to entertain was waiting.

I'd been fine just moments ago, but the moment I got in the car, my nerves kicked in.

Inside the hotel, it felt like everyone was staring at me.

I forced myself to look calm.

I followed behind him, careful not to make eye contact with anyone.

Finally, we stopped in front of a room.

He made me take off my coat, then pressed the doorbell.

The door opened. A man in his late forties to early fifties stood there.

“Say hello.”

“Hello.”

“Come in, come in.”

We sat on the sofa, a table between us.

“What's your name?”

“Yuna.”

A answered for me.

“You're pretty.”

“She's not just pretty, Chairman.”

“Hahaha.”

They chuckled together, sharing some private joke.

“She's a virgin to this kind of thing.”

“Oh? So the boss really went all out. Thanks.”

“Don't mention it. I'll be going now.”

“Alright. Thanks.”

The man—Chairman—walked A to the door.

I watched A's back, tense.

What was I supposed to do now? I felt like I was sitting on thorns.

Click. The door locked. The Chairman turned back.

“Nervous?”

“Huh? Yes.”

I answered in a tiny, trembling voice.

“It's your first time, so of course. Don't worry—just do as I say. Yuna, right?”

“Yes.”

“You look good in white. Stand up.”

I hesitated, then slowly stood.

“Turn around.”

I turned as instructed.

“Good.”

I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, a zipper coming down—behind me.

I didn't dare look. I stood frozen, like a statue.

I heard him step closer.

He turned me around.

He was wearing only his underwear.

His round, protruding belly—like a tadpole—was as ridiculous as his bald head.

He groped my chest.

“Lift your skirt.”

I obeyed.

When he saw my panties, a smile spread across his face. It made him look even more grotesque.

He pushed me down onto the sofa, lifted my skirt, and pulled my panties down.

They hung around my thighs.

He massaged my ass a few times, then shoved his already-hard cock straight inside.

At first, it didn't go in easily.

But after a few thrusts, my natural wetness made it smoother.

He fucked me hard.

The foreign sensation was overwhelming.

I didn't like it.

Suddenly, he pulled out.

He must've come into his hand—I saw him wipe it.

He made me sit on the sofa, then forced me to lick his cum off his palm.

I resisted, but he just smeared it all over my face.

My face was covered.

I wiped it with a tissue.

“Why don't you go wash your face?”

He laughed, disgusting.

His cock had already gone soft.

I tried to pull my panties back up.

“No, no. Leave them. Go like that and come right back.”

I obeyed, leaving my panties around my knees as I went to wash my face.

Something felt wrong.

In the mirror, I saw my panties hanging below my skirt.

I pulled them up, then—right before opening the door—I let them drop again.

Maybe it was better to just follow orders.

When I returned, he undressed me piece by piece.

Until only the stockings remained.

He led me to the bed and started enjoying me.

He sucked every part of my body, switching positions, fucking me over and over.

Slowly, I began to get turned on. Heat rose in my body.

But the stockings were suffocating.

They blocked the feeling of skin on skin.

“Um… can I take off the stockings?”

“No.”

“I'm hot. Please take them off.”

“If you behave, I'll take them off.”

“I am behaving.”

“Then say it. Ask me to fuck you from behind.”

“Fuck me from behind. Okay?”

He stopped what he was doing and pulled the stockings off.

Then he flipped me over and started pounding into me from behind.

Harder than before.

He was rough.

“Ahh~~”

He seemed close to coming.

His movements stopped. I collapsed onto the bed.

I felt something warm dripping down my ass.

I wiped it with my hand, then rubbed it on the sheet.

I was too exhausted to move.

When did I fall asleep? I must've dozed off without realizing.

I woke to the sound of the Chairman and A talking in the room.

I'd fallen asleep completely naked.

I quickly covered myself with a nearby cloth.

My face burned.

“You're awake? Come here. Get dressed.”

He held up my clothes.

I covered myself as best I could and walked to the sofa.

But the Chairman pulled me to sit beside him, yanked the cloth away, and started touching my body like I was some cute pet.

Even though we'd slept together, being naked and touched like this in front of two men was unbearably humiliating.

“Please… stop.”

“What? You don't like it?”

He said it while touching me even more insistently.

Resisting was pointless. If anything, it would only excite him more.

So I let him.

“I want to see Yuna masturbate.”

The Chairman said, looking at A.

“Now that you mention it… I'd like to see that too.”

I was flustered. How could they ask me to do that?

But they cleared the table, then forced me onto it.

I struggled, but I couldn't match the strength of two men.

“You'll do as you're told. You promised.”

A's words drained every ounce of resistance from my body.

I had no choice.

Lying on the cold table, legs spread, I touched myself—one hand on my breast, the other on my pussy.

They watched, delighted, sucking my nipples, sliding fingers into my wetness.

I felt like a whore, utterly degraded.

But my miserable expression only seemed to please them more.

After about ten minutes, they told me to stop.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

What am I even doing?

Stop overthinking it.

I stepped out naked, dried my hair, and dressed in front of them.

Before leaving, the Chairman lifted my skirt and slipped a check into my panties.

I walked home with the check tucked inside my underwear.

When I got home, I stripped off every piece of clothing and, desperate to forget the tangled mess in my mind, I climbed straight into bed and tried to sleep.