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POWDER ROOM BUSINESS - Gynophobia

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IREH (Cho Seo Young) x Male Reader

Trigger Warning: Violence, Drugs, Schoolplace Bullying etc…

Tags: Femdom, Blowjob, Piss, Smut, Non-con, Edging, Purple Kiss, Ireh, Swan, HighSchool

WORD COUNT: 6674

A/N: Hi! I'm freshly out of hiatus so yeah I'm rusty... but yeah this is my comeback fic. Thanks again to the person who commissioned this!

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FUCK.

How did it come to this?

Salted beads that were crawling non-stop down the cheeks. This worm’s eye view perspective seemed to be the new norm now. Those seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes weren’t so attractively cute after all but rather chillingly scary.

That cocky smirk.

Her hysterical laugh.

That sight of her black heel that sat comfortably next to your head, down that toilet bowl seat would surely become a core memory played on repeat during bathroom breaks from now on.

The air feels cold… that only if you could call the little breeze that came from the noisy exhaust fan attached to the ceiling touching your bare skin “air”, come to think of it there was also that flickering fluorescent bulb next to it…

"Should I report that to the maintenance team so that they can fix it? Yeah, I'll do that once I get out of here…"

It felt hot, even though the air felt cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well…

After all, it came from her.

That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.

"Look up."

Just do as the voice said.

Look up.

The image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.

There was no time to ponder and feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.

That black heel of hers steadfast and locked on to meet your face.

FUCK.

Again, how did it come to this?

“Let’s all calm down and let go of each other’s hair, okay?”

That was when her contradiction of a pair of eyes first met yours. They were seemingly innocently attractive and lazy. Something you would never expect from a girl grabbing another girl's hair and pinning her down to that lunch table. Milk spilled, and the girl had her school makeup ruined. There were also tears and whimpering buried on top of all of that laughter coming from the girl that caused all of that and her friends around her that seemed unfazed by what was happening—it seemed like a normal occurrence to laugh about for them.

Seriously, diving into trouble like these…

One of these days you'll have to take care of this hero complex. All it ever did was cause disaster anyways. Could you blame yourself though? How could someone ignore such a thing happening in front of you?

"What was that?" She looked up and met your gaze before slamming the girl on that plate of today's cafeteria’s special, bulgogi and stir-fried meat but that was not important anymore as surely that wasn't just gochujang sauce on her but also blood.

Well, if it wasn't obvious enough, it's a stereotypical case of bullying—a SERIOUS case on that note.

"Oh, this?" Another slam, another loud whimper, and another stream of laughter. "Don't mind us and just eat your lunch, we're friends you see… and we're just playing around."

SLAM!

Fuck… can't really help yourself? You are not Superman…

"LET GO OF HER!" You yelled as you quickly ran to them and gripped the bully's arm to stop her. She winced, and you let go just as quickly as you realized you had used too much force. She smirked as she noticed your grip loosened. She went for one last slam that gained a loud yelp from the girl she finally let go, and before you could even react to maybe save the poor girl, her palm met your face.

SLAP!

A loud slapping sound echoed inside the cafeteria. Seriously, what a bitch… That slap packed a punch.

You glared at her, for the first time taking the chance to give her a good look, and this girl really doesn’t look like your stereotypical queen bee bully—moreover, those glasses made her look like an innocent nerdy girl.

Her nameplate says, “Cho Seo Young” and you only met her today, but you were so sure that you two won’t get along well.

“Are you new here? That’s rare, a graduating senior transferring. Did something happen at your old school?” She approached, looked at your nameplate and her hand landed on your cheek—that same cheek she slapped that she was now caressing. “You’re cute… I’m sure you were popular at your old school.”

She leaned forward, she inched closer, her breath… you could feel it.

“I’m sorry, they must have not informed you,” she whispered next to your ear which came with a lick and a little play bite. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll have fun here, but there’s one thing you have to remember and it’s what Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh. So friendly advice since you’re new here, just mind your own business.”

“That’s funny, I would love to meet this ‘Ireh’ person that you’re talking about. She seems to be an interesting fellow. Thank you for the advice but I’m kinda nosy… I can’t help it so could you please leave that girl alone now?”

“Sujin, could you please tell our nosy friend here who Ireh is?” She ordered using a playful tone as she moved next to the girl she was bullying and the bullied girl responded quickly pointing at her.

“Sh—she’s Ireh… we’re friends, do—don’t mind us. We—we were just playing, I’m okay!”

“There we go! I’m Ireh, nice to meet you transfer student!” She exclaimed before hugging Sujin who was still shivering in fear and crying. She raised her hands, preparing to hit the girl she was hugging, and swung it but before her hand could land on the poor girl, you caught it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t see any Ireh here, could you please point me to her? I’m also new here so can you maybe show me around, Ms. Cho Seo Young?” You read the name that was on her name and her face turned sour, but you just ignored her and turned your attention to the girl beside her. “Park Su Jin? Sujin-ssi, can I call you that? Remember, it’s not playing when only one side is enjoying and the other is hurting.”

“You’re insufferable, transfer student,” Seo Young or Ireh said from the side before freeing herself from your hold, and intertwining the hand she just freed with yours. She once again inched dangerously close to your face, and this time she went in for a kiss.

Surprised, you couldn’t react quickly, and before you knew it, she was melting you with her lips. Her tongue moved fast, invading the inside of your mouth. She tied, she pushed in… she was pushing in something, and you tried fighting but then it was already too late as the next thing was she had already pushed the thing inside far enough that you had no choice but to swallow.

She broke the kiss.

You tried to process what just happened, backing down a little while trying to figure out what was that she made you swallow.

A drug? What kind of drug?

However, that little time you spent thinking was enough time to kick in. Suddenly, everything felt so light and the image of what was in front of you was splitting. You were floating and it felt amazing.

“Welcome.”

Everything was blurry from then on and at some point, you just closed your eyes and…

SPLASH!

A bucket of cold water woke you up, and there was an image—a person blocking that flickering blinding light. You tried moving but to no accord, everything felt so heavy to move, or was it just that you were too weak? There was also that ringing in your ear… that wasn’t there before and that noise? Where is that coming from? That weird buzzing…

Everything was spinning and felt light. It felt cold, it felt warm, and there was this creeping anxiety crawling on your skin. It felt as if you were floating yet you were sitting down somewhere… somewhere cold. Headache, it felt as if a thousand needles pierced your head, splitting it.

Water dripped down your face. It felt hot. You were cold, you were wet, you were shivering, and you were sweating. There was also this indescribable sensation and feeling. It was rather odd… everything felt fuzzy.

Your heart… was beating so fast. Nervousness creeps down your skin as everything felt frantic.

“Hey.” A voice caught your attention, and the image in front of you spoke. She was pretty, but who was she again?

A zap of pain surged through your head. Flashbacks of what happened? Of who that girl in front of you was? You remember now…

Ireh, otherwise known as Cho Seo Young, was just standing there, with a smirk—what a cocky girl. She was the bully you tried to stop in the cafeteria earlier? But then the last thing you remember was passing out after she kissed you?

BANG!

A loud bang interrupted your train of thought. Ireh had kicked the door behind her, closing it before leaning towards you. It was then that you realized how little the space was. She was towering over you while you two were enclosed by those not-too-tall white walls, and you were sitting down on something smooth, cold, and ceramic—it was a bathroom cubicle.

“What’s this? What did you do to me?” You barely managed to speak.

“Why? Are you feeling unwell?” A peck on your cheek that still stings(that slap from earlier was really no joke). Those lips of hers were so soft, for a moment there, you forgot that she’s a bully.

“You’re going to regret this,” You threatened even though it was clearly an empty one. You’re not going to be doing anything in your current state—even just speaking was hard, you could barely comprehend her word.

You tried pushing her using every bit of strength you had with your arms, but she easily overpowered you.

“Why? We’re only going to have fun.” She pulled you in, tugging on your necktie. Her grin said it all as she tilted your head up using her finger. Her image was splitting, you were lightheaded but you managed to make eye contact, her eyes were cold and angry, and what came after was her connecting your lips together. Once again, her lips were like butter, soft but that kiss… was empty.

The moment the kiss broke, she delivered another slap, equalizing the slap from earlier, and now both cheeks were left stinging.

“See, we’re having fun, right? You’re wet, let’s get you out of that shirt.” Her fingers crawled and twirled your tie before making you shiver as her nail ran down your body through the wet fabric sticking to your skin.

You tried pushing her once again but she just fended you off without any hardship.

Bit by bit, buttons popped open, and she got to see what was underneath. Her hands felt warm as she gently placed her palm on your chest.

“Look at you… wet and miserable.” Ireh giggled as she poked your chest, “Shivering, are you afraid of me?”

“I’m not afraid, I’m just cold and I feel shit because you drugged me.” Ireh ignored your remark and just focused on feeling you up.

“Your heart, it's beating so fast. Do you perhaps have a crush on me?” Ireh tugged and pulled. “You’re mine now.”

"Over my dead body!" You retorted and spat on her beautiful face. A little payback for what she had done so far. A little bit of pettiness even though you didn’t want to stoop down to her level—it was all you could do—stain her angelic face and wipe that devilish grin off her face.

“Fuck you!” Ireh cussed as she backed away and kicked your groin. Your voice filled the room as you screamed at the unbearable, indescribable pain her black heel gave you.

“How dare you spit on my beautiful face!”

Tears dropped from the sides of your eyes as she laughed. You tried retaliating every chance you got, trying to block her kick but it was futile, the pain was unbearable and you felt weak.

“I’ll show you… not to fucking mess with me!”

One kick after another, multiplying the threshold of the pain after each contact.

“I fucking hate people like you. Going around prying into people’s businesses. A hypocrite, trying to save that girl. Big news! Sujin won’t save you! After all, she was the one who gave you that thing that makes it hard for you to move even a finger right now. All I did was give you her little drug. She won’t be saved either, I’ll break her later too! I bet she’s hiding somewhere crying, laughing, pitying herself! Drowning in her own guilt while being so happy because I found a new toy and I won’t use her for a while!”

When she stopped it wasn’t painful anymore as it was numbed from the extreme pain.

Ireh soon ditched those glasses of hers, throwing them down the floor before sitting down on your lap and once again inching towards you, removing what little space separated the two of you.

“You said you wanna meet Ireh… I am her! Cho Seo Young, that girl is dead. I killed her… and now I’ll make you wish, you're dead too.”

“Cho Seo Young, you're pitiful…” Her hands found their way up to your neck and gripped it. You choked as she tightened her grip little by little, as the need for air strengthened with each second passing by, and as your consciousness slowly faded, her image was all in sight.

Her smirk and those dirt brown eyes as she looked down on you told you that she viewed you as nothing more than a toy.

Fuck, she has a beautifully sculpted nose, and those soft supple lips—if only she wasn't a bully, she was someone to fawn over. Seriously, doesn't it seem weird to be admiring her while she chokes you?

"You're so brave, calling me by that name twice."

Ireh opened her mouth and then her saliva slowly dripped from it to your gaped mouth straight to your throat.

"Don't worry… soon enough you'll be begging me for more."

She finally let go of your neck. A surge of air kicked in as you coughed and tried to spit her saliva out of your mouth—some you already swallowed…

She didn't even let you rest as she delivered a punch straight to your gut, making you throw up, and before you could recover Ireh pushed you. Your head bounced off the wall, adding to all that pain as she forced you to lean back, and one last slap before leaning towards you once again.

"What happened? Cat's got your tongue?" Ireh mocked as she watched you wince in pain and gasp for air. With her fingertip, you tip over, and Ireh once again inched dangerously close to you.

Everything still hurts, everything within your line of sight still splits into multiple images. Your focus was off, and that weird buzzing, that flickering light, and her scent… still bothers you. Why are you noticing this now? Fuck, her perfume was so sweet.

"Cho Seo Young, you're going to regret this."

She slapped you.

"Tsk, I told you not to call me that. Forget it, you'll learn soon enough. Open wide~ Here's something that would make you a little compliant."

You could not focus, and can't even maintain eye contact. Eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Everything felt colder but she was warm when she leaned over you. Speaking of warmth, the spots she slapped, punched, and kicked were warm—more like stinging in pain and aching but they countered the cold.

You blinked and her lips connected to yours.

Her kiss this time was torrid, fast, hurried, but still pleasant yet still empty. Ireh's tongue was fast to invade the inside of your mouth and just like before, she was pushing something once again. Another pill? She said it was something that would make you more 'compliant'?

You tried to battle her, trying to tie knots with your tongues and trying to stop her from pushing the pill in, but to no avail, it was useless as she won. She was successful in pushing the pill to the back of your throat.

"Swallow."

She hurriedly broke the kiss. A string of saliva that was cut quickly as you choked but couldn't throw up the drug because of her hand that shut your mouth close.

You swallowed.

"Good, now don't worry… I'll make you feel good soon enough."

As she leaned backward, trying to rest a little The drug kicked in. That ringing slowly faded out. The headache slowly dissipated. Everything felt lighter, it wasn't cold nor hot, it was just pleasant. You were floating. You tried speaking but giggles came out of your mouth.

Everything felt slow, even the flickering of the bulb seemed slower and that buzzing sound didn't bother you anymore.

It doesn't hurt anymore—nothing hurts anymore.

"Transfer student…"

You heard Ireh call you, but you couldn't make out the rest of her words, it was just her mouth opening and closing.

It was a dream.

You finally moved your body to fix your sitting position, leaned on the wall behind you properly, and rested your head.

Ireh also straddles your lap. Push her because she was surely up to no good but for some reason, it felt like she wouldn't hurt a fly this time. Her touch… They were feathers and they felt pleasant—they felt safe.

Everything was calm.

You could only watch her as she got comfortable, getting rid of her blouse and her bra, and let you feast on the sight of her topless torso—it was hypnotizing—Ireh was alluring.

When she leaned to put her hands to work, you didn’t resist nor really wanted to. She skillfully got rid of your tie and got you out of your wet shirt. Ireh caressed your cheeks, soothed them as if she wasn’t the reason why it was red.

She worked her way down to your neck where she left a kiss after tracing the marks she made choking you.

After that, she found your chest and she really knew where to tease and tickle, sending an electric sensation using her fingers and tongue.

“What a nice toy you are…” Ireh continued fluidly and this time she found your abdomen. She giggled as she feel it up with her whole palm, and not long after, she reached for your groins which she attack ferociously earlier.

Her skillful hands and fingers quickly got rid of your belt, and from there she tugged, revealing your shaft. She grasped it gently and started stroking it simultaneously gaining moans from you. It was surprising how it wasn’t broken with how much she kicked your groin.

Ireh as a person is very contradicting… She had caused you so much pain and yet she had also been very gentle with you, kissing and soothing the same spots she harmed. Now, with her long and thin fingers, she tenderly and caringly stroked your dick to its full hardness.

Shameful, getting hard on the girl who beat you up—turned on by a bully.

She’s enjoying this, and so was your body. It wasn’t the pleasuring she was enjoying, but rather it was watching you fall into submission with each up and down stroke. She giggled each time your cock throbs on her hand and that was enough for her to continue violating you.

“What’s this? Do you like me now? Getting hard for me,” Ireh mocked in your ear after a playful bite. You wanted to retort but the shame kept you from it and the fact that you were actually feeling great. Honestly, just her touch made you feel appetitive and each stroke feels euphoric.

It might be because she was just good with it, maybe it was the drug, or perhaps it was the feeling of pleasure after being beaten to numbness, but that just doesn’t mean anything anymore as Ireh pushed herself off your lap and kneeled in front of you.

All this time, she was looking down on you, and now Ireh was looking up at you yet, it still felt like she was the one in control and those mocking eyes said it all.

There was no stopping her now as she completely removed your slacks—tugged them down for your dick to be out to the open for her enjoyment.

She looked at your cock like it was a toy and like a kid, she didn’t waste any time to take the chance to play with her toy.

Wetness and a touch of a soft muscle greeted your member. You just watched her as she started to lick the tip of your cock while she use her free to keep it steady and standing before giving another soft kiss.

It was euphoric.

Soon her tongue landed at the base of your cock. Slowly, tracing the whole length of it while maintaining eye contact. She trailed up. Ireh licked every corner of your cock like it was a lollipop and when she did reach the tip once again, she stopped and played with the underside of it, tickling it with her tongue swirls, leaving you to become a moaning mess.

You throbbed. Ireh planted another soft kiss right on top and using her tongue, she teased the little slit of your tip.

There wasn’t any plan on stopping anytime soon, as she gave a handful of playful lick on your slit—it tickled, and her licks sent tingles upon your shaft. It was electrifying.

Ireh is a woman full of contradiction and once again, she proved it. She might have started gently but now she was coming in like a lion. Suddenly, your tip met the back of her throat, making you groan.

She stayed down there for several seconds before pulling out and going down again this time with just her tongue. It came in fast and rough, a long lick that traced each inch. Her lips wrapped around the whole circumference of your cock. Her tongue occupied the entirety of your dick, and not one tooth could be felt, and once again her lips finally landed at the base of your cock, and your tip hit the walls of her throat. It was soft, wet, warm, and tight. She held it in for several seconds up until she couldn’t anymore and pulled back, leaving a pool of saliva that enveloped your member that soon dripped down your balls.

Ireh gasped for air and you followed her, catching your breath for very different reasons—for her it was the fact that her breathing was restricted, and for you, it was because of the agonizing pleasure she gave. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t feel amazing, but shame still followed it.

“I like you better this way. Submissive and not annoying.” Her lips met your cock, and you moaned in response, and even with her mouth full, you could imagine the corners of her lips raising to a smirk. “You’re so cute.”

“I won’t give in.” Your body already did. She ignored you as she continued to bob her head, taking your shaft in and out of her mouth in between your legs, diligently blowing, licking, and sucking with her eyes locked on yours while your hardened shaft slipped in and out of her lips.

“Don’t lie to me.” Ireh pumped up and down, stroking your cock’s whole length. She let her saliva drip down to its head, making sure it was properly lubricated—in combination with her handjob, Ireh’s lip once again landed on the tip of your cock, engulfing it once again. It was addicting, it was intoxicating, it was tingling, it was electrifying, shivers running down your spine as the girl you hate went down your shaft.

You were dazed in both a euphoric high and a drug, she turned you into a gasping and moaning mess, and Ireh just cockily smiled before continuing to roam on each and every inch of your dick while her hand continuously moved in an up and down motion.

It didn’t take long before you could feel the build-up in your groin as again and again, you watched your dick disappear and reappear from her mouth. All your nerves, all of your focus was directed to Ireh and the way she moved her tongue—the way her lips wrapped around your shaft.

Close your eyes.

It was dreamy.

Semen built up and started to crawl through your length. You knew it was coming even though you didn’t want it to come. However, your body was screaming for it, but then a pop was caught by your ear and suddenly all sensation stopped.

Open your eyes.

There you found Ireh, her image was a little bit blurry but you were able to make out her figure towering over you. She knew what she did and she was clearly satisfied and happy while your member ached and blue-balled.

“I’m tired, it is not fair if you’re the only one enjoying here,” Ireh playfully said while she smirked putting on a show as she reached inside her skirt and pulled down her obviously ruined panties.

“Don’t stare too much, I’ll melt.” She joked before throwing her panties at your face, covering it which you quickly removed but to your surprise, Ireh straddles your lap, and you could feel it, the wetness of her core as your member brushed on it.

Ireh knew and she just stared at you, smiling almost sweetly while she went in for a quick peck. Which made you wonder…

“Seo Yo—”

SLAP!

“Don’t call me that,” Ireh sternly said as she caressed the cheek she just slapped. “Now, do it properly.”

“Ireh…”

“There, that’s more like it, transfer student.” You were still drug dazed and it was still hazy. Although the slap woke you up from your dreamy state a little but enough to knock some sense from you.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked her. Ireh leaned forward, nestling on your chest. She didn't answer just yet but instead, she gave a playful lick on your nipple and a bite.

It was strange… It was a bite but it was tingling and electrifyingly pleasing, and now with that, you had also realized how her slap didn't hurt either.

"What kind of drug did you even give me?" You questioned, following up the first one as you finally managed to do small movements—one hand to grab on her waist and the other on the back of her head as she was still leaning on your chest.

"Curious? Why does it feel good?" Ireh said as she reseated to see you eye to eye. "There's no pain, right? And this..."

Ireh planted her hands on your chest, using them as support while she started to grind her hips.

“You ask me why?” Long and slow movements, grinding using her hips and teasing with just the lips of her sex. “It’s because I enjoy breaking people like you transfer student.”

“I’m pent up and I get off seeing a righteous person like you fall into this state.” Her slow and long grinding was edging—pleasantly torturous and euphorically shameful. You could only whine with your powerlessness and this only fed her ego more. “I made you feel unimaginable pain, and then lifted you up to heaven. See, you’re not even resisting anymore, you’re even holding onto me.”

Ireh was moaning in between her words, feeling up the gratification of her actions as she grind more and more. Her wet lips were so close yet so far, your cock was aching and throbbing to enter but it couldn’t, edging you as she enjoyed it all—her complete dominance over you, and the ego boost it provided—the way you and your cock were the perfect toys for her, it hit all right

places.

She stopped suddenly, halting everything to wrap an arm around your torso and another at the back of your head. Ireh clung onto you, completely removing any space between the two of you, pressing her own body onto yours.

Ireh continued rocking her hips and suddenly upping the ante to her rhythm—her fast and crazy speed. She keep grinding down on you as you heard her moan and gasp for air as she seemingly decided to just forget about you and focus on her pleasuring herself.

Her nails dug into your back, and her hand clenched on your hair as she ran wild. Ireh didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Her breath hitches. Her gasping and moaning continued. She was frenzied, crazily grinding her hips forward and backward.

Her wetness dripped on your member, lubricating her movements and allowing it all to flow fluidly. She closed her eyes, relishing it, giving onto the haze… She wasn’t drugged just like you were but it was clear from your blurry and dreamy sight that she was as drunk as you were.

She pressed her hips, pushed her pelvis onto yours, and ground her hips as she moaned in pleasure. Of course, she wasn’t the only one as you too were a moaning mess.

It was surreal and it was unreal. There wasn’t any penetration but at that point, there wasn’t greater pleasure than the one she was giving you—it was pleasurable and out of this world.

You throbbed, swept by the pleasure, and you unconsciously bucked your hips using the little strength you could muster. It didn’t take long, once again you could feel the build-up that was more rapid this time, crawling up your length, but just like the last time, it was as if she knew.

She stopped.

Her timing was impeccable.

Not long after she stopped, she opened her eyes and made eye contact made with you, into each other with her seeing only a doped man with drunken eyes while you saw the emptiness in

hers.

She didn’t forget about you.

She smirked and laughed maniacally even pulling on your hair, catching you off guard and surprising you. You tried fighting but before you could retort, she pulled you into a hug.

Her hardened nipples brushed on your torso as she lifted herself slightly to reach your ear, licked on it, bit on it, and whispered, “What is this? Enjoying yourself too much, transfer student? What a hypocrite.”

Ireh reached underneath, grasped your cock, lined up your shaft with her wet folds, and with a shift of her hips, your tip penetrated her pussy, but it wasn’t as easy as that as she went on slowly torturous speed.

“Just say it.” Slowly she dropped herself an inch before stopping once again.

“Say my name and I’ll let you feel have it whole.” Ireh let out a moan as her fold slowly diverge and as your cock slowly penetrates her pussy.

“Can you feel it?” She was already halfway and you couldn’t take it anymore. The euphoria of her wetness and her tightness slowly enveloping your cock was unbearable. It was rhapsodic, your brain was overloaded by these different feelings and sensations that were both complementing and contradicting each other.

“Can you feel my pussy?” You could. Its tightness, its wetness the way it gripped your cock, the warmth her quim has as it hugged your member.

“Just say that you want me.” She stopped, and you groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your mouth to speak, “Ireh please, I want you.”

She smiled.

“How about a no,” Ireh said before laughing victoriously as she pulled out and got off you. It was all a trap and you got caught. A honey trap to prove her point and to humiliate you, and she was successful. She made you remember that she was the villain of this story and for a moment you forgot about this crucial fact.

Despite her dead eyes, and empty kisses she still got you. There was no passion but she was skillful and that was enough you make you submit.

The high and pleasure made you submit.

What a disgrace of a man you are.

Her laugh echoed in that small space and her glaring eyes gleamed victoriously. Ireh got what she wanted: make you use her name “Ireh”, make you submit to her, and expose you to what you really were—in her own words a “Hypocrite”.

“Did you really think that I would have sex with you?!” She exclaimed before grabbing your dick tightly, stroking it, working her hand, and giving you another shot of ecstasy as she smugly looked at your face. Suddenly that euphoric dream turned into a nightmare.

Anger crawled through your skin, your heart rate escalated, you could feel yourself sweating more and more, and suddenly you were gasping and chasing for air. At that moment you were so angry but you just couldn’t do anything. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs but your line of sight was spinning. Open your mouth but nothing was coming out.

Ireh… Cho Seo Young…

IREH,

CHO SEO YOUNG,

Remember, she’s a bully.

“You’re nothing but trash.” Ireh’s palm once again met your face and soon enough after lots of one-sided brawl you were sitting on the bathroom floor. It just went by, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them once again, your head was on the back of the toilet seat. Look up and see her. Guess the drug helped you with that, there was no pain, it was just it.

“You don’t even deserve to be my dog.” Ireh lifted her skirt, and her glistening pink pussy was in full sight. “Just be my toilet, that’s how low you are. That’s where you belong.”

You could not see her face… not fully but you knew, Ireh still have that smirk, and those eyes of hers that looks at anything as if they were trash and they were below her. She sinks, squatting on your face. Her scent grew stronger—that sweet lavender with that mix of musk, filling your mouth through your nostrils.

“Drink it,” she commanded, but you really didn’t have no choice as her lips met yours lips. She moaned loudly at that contact and that musky smell grew exponentially, then liquid flew out. Stuttered jets of her piss, you collected using your mouth.

Its inconsistency was a bitch, some spilled and escaped from the sides of your mouth, and some went astray to your nose, your eyes that were shut closed, and other parts of your face. Try as hard as you can, gather and swallow her warm, salty streams of that yellow-hued liquid coming out of her pink lips.

Pray your neck doesn’t break. Pray you don’t drown from her piss. Pray all of these ends soon.

Once again much obliged to the drug for numbing your pain. Without it, a strain on your neck, and that repeated hitting of the back of your head to that ceramic toilet bowl seat would be painful.

Did time go slowly? Or was it just that her pissing was never-ending?

She gripped your hair and gathered an ample amount of your hair as she ground on your mouth, adding more pressure on your neck, making it harder to catch oxygen and continuous streams of her piss.

Drink and swallow, her piss cascaded from her quim to your lips while some spilled—you couldn’t drink it all, leaving you to question whether you drank more or spilled more? Was her aim good enough to not spill more than you could ever swallow?

Thankfully, liquid stopped dripping from her quim, and relief soon came after. The constant bouncing and hitting of your head stopped on the toilet seat and the pressure on your neck was

lifted as she finally removed her quim from your mouth.

“Look at you, transfer student. Now you’re looking more like yourself.”

FUCK.

How did it come to this?

Salted beads crawled down your cheeks. You weren’t sure if they were her piss or if they were your tears. Ireh was once again looking down on you—you’re now the worm of the perspective and now that seemed to be the norm now. Her seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes which were honestly so attractive were actually cold and evil.

That cocky smirk.

Her hysterical laugh.

She lift her heel, and you could only stare and follow it as she sat them comfortably next to your head on that toilet seat, and that image would surely be imprinted forever on your brain—flashed on repeat during your visits to the bathroom from now on.

Ireh was catching her breath and this moment might be the only time when you could clear your head.

The air feels cold…

It feels hot…

She’s silent… wasn’t she supposed to be saying something about how shameful you are? Or how pitiful you look?

That exhaust fan is noisy…

That bulb was flickering…

It was hot, it was cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well…

Being a toilet seat is hard, remember to be more kind to toilets nowadays.

That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.

"Look at me."

Just do as the voice said.

Don’t defy Ireh.

“What Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh.”

Look up.

Her image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.

The time to ponder ended there and all that could be done was feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you can see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.

That black heel of hers meets your face.

FUCK.

Close your eyes.

The next time you opened your eyes, there was a person…

But there were a thousand reasons why you couldn't make her out properly. Your head was splitting, your line of sight was blurry, etc… but you were able to make out to say

It was a girl.

Ireh?

No.

This girl was different…

"You're awake."

Her voice…

It sounded familiar.

"I'm sorry."

"Who are you?" You asked—it seemed like you were sober enough now. Plus, your sight was slowly recovering and when she spoke once again, you were already able to fully see her face.

"My name… Park Su Jin."

The girl Ireh was bullying…

"Sujin-ssi—" She cut you with her lips. Suddenly pulling you into a torrid and deep kiss. Her lips, they were heavenly but that kiss…

It felt oddly familiar.

And so it was because it was the same kiss.

The same tactic Ireh used to make you swallow those pills of some drug.

Sujin pushed, and she easily overpowered you. Perhaps because you were too weak or she was just good at kissing but nonetheless, she made you swallow the pill.

She was a good kisser.

"Sujin-ssi, why?" You asked after she broke the kiss. She didn't answer, instead, she grasped your dick, stroking it to its full length once again.

Seriously, what is it with this school and its female students who violate their peers?

The drug kicked in and that was when Su Jin finally spoke—almost whispering and not caring whether you hear or not.

"I'm sorry… Please, the least I can do is make you cum."

End.

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COMMONDOMINION OF CHRIST'S #LABORDAY MONDAY AND #BACKTOSCHOOL MESSAGE TO THE UNITED SAINTS OF ISRAEL OF THE GODHEAD Most beloved fellow yokebearers in the Godhead, elected in one sure assurance of eternal salvation, May hope, glory and power increase greatly unto all of you through God, Christ and the Holy Spirit in grace and truth. It has been the custom of the Empire's forces to issue a statement on the occasion of this distinct Labor Day. We are still holding the Empire accountable for indoctrinating you way back School Year Opening 2009, and we fear that they coerce our present men at Washington to unjustly do the same given how the Empire had messed up sorely with all that our men are doing for your sake. As spit to what the Empire does during this pivotal season, which the Empire describes to full of sentimental overtones and hence deserves our rededication and reappraisal, we have decided here in your Central Administration to issue a special circular addressed specifically to the young men and women of our nation. It is truly proper that we thank Godhead for the gift of knowledge and work on these two days, for the help They unceasingly give for our productivity, inasmuch as it is Their utmost desire for us to attain contentment, fulfilment, and happiness. But we must also recall as the Scriptures declared, that life isn't all about eating, drinking, travelling, and being merry (Ecclesiastes 11, Isaiah 22,58, Luke 11-22). Hence we really desired to put up this message out of our most solicitous concern for your safety and welfare, due to the Empire's hidden agenda of taking away not only your personal liberties, but more so the honor and dignity of your soul. Much more, we were alarmed with how the Empire, weeks earlier in one of their recently concluded public ritual rallies, had once more exploited and exposed some of you to public shame only for the Empire's end of being exalted, glorified and praised, something that they are really good at in contempt against the Godhead (Galatians, James 3-4, 2 Thessalonians 2, Matthew 23-24, Zechariah 11, Jeremiah 23,10, Ezekiel 34, Exodus 20, Leviticus 24, Isaiah 13-14,47, Psalm 46,89,75-76). Hence, we are so enraged and disappointed not only on how some of you have either failed or utterly refused to listen to our constant preachings to the Empire in contending for your sake (Jude Thaddeus 1, Hebrews 6, 2 Thessalonians), but on how we in our feeble (Revelation 2-3) power and Empire's hindering have failed to reach all of you to warn you about the dangers of working with and approving the Empire (2 Corinthians 10, 2 Timothy) and to summon you to gather in the places of safety beginning this forthcoming September 20-24 together with all your families and loved ones to be spared from the upcoming intensified onslaught of Empire thrusts against you. We were (1 Thessalonians 3, 2 Corinthians 1,8-9, John 16) consoled though with the fact that as part of Godhead's continual keeping of Their Covenant with us here in your Commondominion as written in Revelation 16:12, the Empire's said public ritual rally last August 27 was yet again marred with low viewership. Good rid-dance. (Psalm 30,149, Revelation 7,18-19) Here with our Trerise we don't want to exalt ourselves as your purported saviors (Psalm 118,146, 1 Corinthians 1-6,8-9, Isaiah 46, Acts 15,21,5,23, Matthew 11, Galatians, Philippians 4) just like what the Empire does against you, because we don't want to use or usurp you just to achieve our ends, you yourselves know that as much as we bear only little, or none, considerable moral influential power (Isaiah 41, Hebrews 11, Ecclesiastes 4,9-10), yet we don’t lack the moral ascendancy to contend for your sake (2 Corinthians 7,10-13, Acts 20, Ezekiel 1-3,13,18,33, Micah 2-3, Amos 6-8, Zechariah 9, Psalm 72,22). What is our only end here (Galatians 5, Job 5,8) is no other than for you (1 Corinthians 11) to be divinely empowered to think and act for yourselves- to shun away any kind of evil that Empire sugar-coat or blatantly thrust you with (1 Thessalonians 5), and to be indeed fulfilled, content and happy knowing that we observe only what Godhead continues to Do for us, something that for this matter is only found here with us, your most wretched slaves, which is only possible if not for Godhead foreordaining you as Peculiar People for Themselves (Haggai 2, Malachi). As for the Empire, they would simply refuse this to honor you with, because they know that (Revelation 12,18) their plots against you would be only exposed all the more (Isaiah 25-27,3-6). Why it is very imperent that we refuse the Empire hence inasmuch as they would refuse us our wright to know and hence the wright to salvation? (1 Timothy 2, Luke 8) Our Lord Jesus Christ provides the answer (John 1,14,4,7). He takes simply the cue with what we are observing these days: Labor Monday and Back-to-School Day. In other passages (2 Timothy 1, Hebrews 2) your messengers of old (Hebrews 12) had even denoted the word labor to imply any distress to be brought by any turmoil (Psalm 65-66,89) wrought as consequence of the Empire's attacks against the Commondominion (Isaiah 42,22,66,49, Ezekiel 16,19, Jeremiah 22, 1 Thessalonians 5, Revelation 12, John 16). We can be sure that Godhead (Psalm 121, Lamentations 3) in Their supreme and sovereign foresight for your sake (2 Corinthians 12-13, Jeremiah 29,33), is reserving further troubles to come very soon (Ecclesiastes 4, Proverbs 1, Zechariah 7) against this Empire for their continual efforts against your souls and your loved ones. Surely you don't want to be found with the Empire (Ezekiel 7-11, John 5-8, Matthew 12,25) when all of these comes pouncing in (Matthew 24, 1 John 2, 1 Corinthians 7, Isaiah 7-8,46). Hence you need to join us (Jonah 3, Acts 2-4), because we offer you rest (Revelation 14, Genesis 5-6, Isaiah 22,28-29,48,57, Matthew 11,13,15), something (Job 3, 1 Samuel 28) that Empire refuses you to honor with in spite of the many services they summoned you to give them (Micah 2-3, James, Psalm 2,9,28,84). We know that you cannot deny it, and that many of you would even opt to turn a blind eye with all the abuses Empire gives you in various ways and on how Godhead deals with them accordingly on these (2 Corinthians 1-9, Daniel 9, Psalm 27,118,116,52-59). Our Lord Jesus Christ (Proverbs, Wisdom of Solomon, Sirach) asks us not to get ourselves much busy with the things of these life such as work and school so as not for us to be caught unprepared and hence unready to meet Him (Luke 21, Romans 13, 1 Corinthians 5-15, 1 Thessalonians 4, Revelation 14, Romans 8,5). He used the following terms: 'as in the days of Noah and Lot.' (Luke 17,4, Revelation 11). Let's just get to think of the following. 'As in the days of Noah.' The Houston floods (Jeremiah 1, Luke 6, Genesis 15, Isaiah 59, Revelation 6,8-9) is indeed something that many of us would readily (Matthew 12,16) associate with the Noahic flood, as with any other flood and storm in history, which in fact invented an engineered by the Empire, including the forthcoming Hurricane Irma. The question is that whether we indeed learned our lesson from those calamities (1 Corinthians 11, 2 Corinthians 13,5, Matthew 17). Had we already belonged to any or some, better yet all, of the branch churches of the Commondominion of Christ, which is the endtime ark of salvation and covenant? Had we already gave full faith to any preacher that we present to you? If yes, do we live by those? Do we by grace continue to exert cooperation and excited enthusiasm in all endeavors of the branch churches? Are we mature enough to fully shun any Empire (Matthew 4) lure and woo? (Genesis 37-38) Are we welcome enough to sustain, uphold and support the other leaders, preachers and churches that we have here even though we may be sometime at odds with them? Remember that if we don't repent in account of water then we're in for fire (James 3, Revelation 20, Matthew 8-9,18,25,12, 2 Peter 3). Which takes us to the next term used by Christ to denote these exact days. 'As in the days of Lot.' California, sodomite territory and heyday (Revelation 14, Matthew 13,15, John 15) of yokebearer abuse, has been (Revelation 8-9,18, Isaiah 37) marred for days now with continual fires. Just before these Labor and Back-to-School days (2 Chronicles 20) sodomites again convened at New Orleans this past weekend. And days before that Empire theologians backlashed one another in one giant distortionary false flag over question of marriage. Shall we take heed (1 Corinthians 4,7,11,14, 3 Nephi 11, Ephesians 4, James 1) both these sugar coated and point blank false preachers? Shall we haplessly surrender Australia to the divine fires that once devoured the twin cities and towers, and make its gracious land further barren and unfruitful hence for our peoples there? (Galatians 4, Hebrews 12,10,6) Shall we join the heckling Empire radio does to the honor and sanctity of the married life? (Psalm 35-40,1,69,71,61) Shall we by complacency (1 Peter 5, Hebrews 13) just let hot-headedness, cold-heartedness, and separation sweep between spouses and siblings wrought about by the parents' 'old age' and the children's 'grown-up' claims? Remember that if we refuse to advance the Commondominion and let us change your life (James 1, Romans 12, 1 Timothy 5, Luke 17), then we shall be guilty with the Empire of 'deserving each other'- we let ourselves be fooled by Empire, and Godhead would just refuse to (Luke 17,19) heed our desperation for help but instead deliver us not from but to the butchers which is the Empire (Psalm 7)- through the calamities they invent and the work offers they advent. For so long we were asking for aesthetic, fleeting, temporal benefits and 'reforms' to be enforced in the workplace and in the schoolplace. It's high time now that we advocate something better (Luke 10, Colossians 3, 2 Corinthians 4, Ephesians 3,5, Romans 1,14-16), which is no other than you belonging here with us. How it was further proven in the Sacred Scriptures that it is very evil for the Empire to hinder yokebearers from reaching the Commondominion of Christ? We will peruse now the history of the Commondominion of Christ during the time of the first-century apostles. Kindly consider that in Acts 16, we are going to see Empire forces exploiting people, in this instance a young girl, to get money, something that the apostles confront to the Empire's wild fury. (In related Acts 19, Empire declares that it is their drive to get gain through their idolatry and that they hate the Commondominion for exposing and shattering that. For Empire to abuse yokebearers for the sake of paganism and occult is palpably idolatry [Zechariah 11, Isaiah 44,30,42].) Notice that the young girl, being held under the Empire's possession, is being made to exalt the apostles, just like what Empire did with some of you as back-up dancers at the 2017 MTV Music Video Awards, as in all other Empire instances. Did the apostles went happy like, 'ok, now this girl's promoting and sensationalizing us, there's no problem with that, we're going viral'? No! (1 Corinthians 9, Romans 14) Because simply as Commondominion leaders, they love yokebearers exactly like this little girl (Luke 19) that they sought to free the girl from Empire employment even though they have to pay dearly for it- being held in custody by the Empire in return. In the same way we have days ago gave ourselves to including some former Empire churches and preachers to our side and even pronounced that you're going to be saved as long as you're a yokebearer even though you hate us or join us. All of these we did because we only see you as the apple of our eye, because we love you very much, we let you enjoy your welfare, and we don't want to even take that for ourselves. As for Empire, notice that they were not the ones being exalted by the young lady, instead they vent their fury and annoying against the very members of the Commondominion (Revelation 12,20), hence we could see how this Empire continues to distract people through their self-persecution to pretend that they're us when they're really not (Revelation 13,17). We can see related instances at Acts 13, where people not only under Empire influence but are also seeking to sound and be named just like the Commondominion (Mark 1), are hindering how we reach out to people regardless of their social status (3 John 1, 1 Thessalonians, Hebrews 13), and at Acts 8, where the Empire point-blank exalts themselves as 'powerful and emotional', in plain words, Pabebe (Proverbs 5-7, 1 Kings 18, Malachi, Matthew 5-7,15,23-24, Luke 18) against us, seeing the strides we continue (Revelation 6) to undeservingly get from Godhead as we seek reaching out to you with the Gospel Truth (Galatians, Colossians). Not only that, Empire also tried to exalt us even at Acts 14, but notice that afterwards (Acts 17-18) they attacked us. Both are (Psalm 66,78, Ezekiel 33, Jeremiah 4, Revelation 2-3, Isaiah 22) out of anger against you and against us (2 Corinthians 10-13). Most beloved fellow yokebearers, whether you're still on school or is already at work, and even as to many who are not yokebearers yet desire to have a life abundant beyond the brim: Always bear this in mind. #GodBigDay is on September 20-24. After these days, the world as you know it, this world which is under the sway and lie of the Empire, will never be as you know it now, as you see in Empire media as they present you with, as we have to get along everyday with our needs and travails. Empire will do its last unleash of fury against you to prevent you from belonging to us, and we can be ensured that they indeed save the worst for last, their last, full, greatest performance of hypocrisy and bloodthirstiness, all this they do because they hate us here, because they're impotent to know how they have failed you, because they're at envy of all that we do for you. They will not agree to perish without you crowning their graves in hell. We know guys, that you don't want to die in anyway, whether it's for us or for the Empire, and surely we don't want you to die, hence we here instead are ready to prove to you, even through our martyrdom, we your dedicated servants in the Central Administration, together with all our branches everywhere, that we love you and that we will stop at nothing just to push you to the places of safety. We know that these words are not enough to fully convince you with the enduring undebatable evidence that Godhead is indeed over this work of Theirs in these last days, because we will never attempt to put on any show just to lure you and beat you, but all we ask of you is that you have full faith. (2 Corinthians 5, Hebrews 11) Faith that we will never fail you. Faith that we will never do anything like this Empire to arrest your spirits and souls. Faith that this is the only way in which we can honor and serve you all our lives with all our utmost love and passion for your honor (Psalm 27,61,36,8, John 12). Remember (Luke 10) that school and work isn't all that we are, and all that we need. We may even leave these unfinished by September 20-24, because admit it or not, we have unfinished business with Godhead, for They will deal with us accordingly with all that we (Hosea, Ezekiel 20) wasted with the Empire, even as we refused to spend our best with the Godhead. It isn't too late guys to start a clean, fresh new slate, and Godhead is all beyond capable to wondrously help us out of being stuck in Empire. You belong to us guys, we love you better than the Empire, who evidently, can't love you like we do. (Psalm 100,81,95) If we want our accounts with the Godhead to be settled (Colossians), then ignore the Empire, get out of them now, and come to us. Even before we here die, it will be beyond all our sole glory to see you get on to the places of safety and take on faithfully wright where we will leave, until we all meet again in the commencement of eternity. You must be there guys, with us and the Godhead, eternity would mean nothing without you yokebearers, Godhead would not do eternity if not for Their desire for you to get it (Romans 2), and you can never know how it will be so generous for you until you get in there. You will get there because you must. Until then with all our might, and by Godhead we will strive for your sake alone (Isaiah 30, 2 Chronicles 36). Thank you all very much, for being our reason to work and study the Gospel day and night (Psalm 1, 2 Corinthians 1-6, Joshua 1). We truly, madly, deeply, love you, all of you, very, very, very much. With that being said, with full faith we say unto thee (Mark 4, Matthew 21, Psalm 85,67, Isaiah 54, 2 Corinthians 4), see you in 2 weeks at the places of safety. Your most wretched slaves in the Godhead, FELIX NATHANIEL VILLANUEVA MANALO II (Executive Minister of the Commondominion of Christ) JOSEPH STIRLING STEINFELD SYKES (Blogger in Chief and Dance Captain of the Commondominion of Christ)

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