Min-jung's voice was filled with genuine surprise as she stared at the woman on the bed.
The black lace created this perfect frame. The woman's eyes were clearly visible now—dark and glassy with tears, pupils blown wide with overwhelmed sensation. The fabric clung to her face with each breath, showing the shape of her mouth, the way her lips parted with each moan.
It was obscene in a way Min-jung hadn't anticipated.
More erotic than a simple mask because it was 'intimate'. Personal. Wrong in a way that made it impossibly arousing to witness.
"She really is a professional slut," Min-jung breathed, picking up her camera again.
'Click click click.'
The shutter went rapid-fire, capturing the moment from multiple angles.
Behind the panties, fresh tears streamed down Hana's face.
'Professional slut. My daughter thinks I'm a professional slut.'
'And she has no idea she's right.'
