Ciphertext – Chapter 6: Privacy Policy

Luciel was suitably annoyed with Zen. This was only distracting him from working on the project he'd promised Vanderwood he would complete by dawn.

Muttering to himself, he typed away furiously on the keyboard. "That guy, honestly. Making Eun-ji feel uncomfortable by asking her to send photos. It's so natural for him to act like that when he meets women. He's such a smooth talker, but …"

Just thinking about Zen's flirtatiousness made him angry. He'd laid eyes on the girl first and Zen had been so flippant about approaching Eun-ji with malicious intentions, even just via the messenger. Of course, nobody else knew that Luciel had been interested in her from before or even that Eun-ji was her real name. He was convinced that if that crafty actor really did fall for her, he wouldn't stop there.

But then he considered this idea more deeply. Still engaging himself in self-talk, Luciel continued. "I'm pretty sure she's not his type anyway. If anything, he'd prefer someone like, what's her name … Echo Girl. I mean … a double D cup? That would at least be one thing to keep him happy. Plus, she's famous and always in the spotlight, just like he's aiming to be. If he found out that Eun-ji is actually rather average-looking, I bet he'd change his mind about pursuing her."

Struggling to finish the task at hand, he took a sip of his coffee, removed his glasses and ran his hands sluggishly over his face to try and wake himself up a little. Then, mussing up his hair, he took a deep breath in and sighed as he let it out.

"Oh, right. I should check to make sure nothing's happened while I was working." He propelled his wheelie chair across the laminate floor and over to the CCTV monitors. He pulled off the white sheet and threw it onto the ground, checking over each scene carefully. "Hallway – no signs of intrusion. Kitchen – looks normal. Living room – Check. Bathroom – unnaturally clean! Bedroom …

His eyes froze on the monitor showing the bedroom and he felt himself grow light-headed. Eun-ji was just starting to change out of her clothes. He couldn't move a muscle, he was transfixed. She slipped off her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Her knickers, pure and white with small frills around the edges, hugged her tight ass perfectly.

Luciel chastised himself. "I shouldn't be watching this …." But he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Slowly but surely, she began to take off her top. Then, she stopped for a few seconds and looked around the room, seeming a little paranoid. Satisfied that nobody could see her, she continued to undress, lifting up her top. Her hair momentarily rose up over it as she removed the garment from her body and dropped it onto the rug beneath her. The bra she wore was also blindingly pure white and seemed to be reflecting the artificial light in the room.

"She's going to stop there … right?" he blushed and took another sip of coffee, coughing as he struggled to swallow the liquid properly.

As she turned in the direction of the camera, he noticed that her breasts, though still hidden underneath that bra, were actually somewhat bigger than he initially thought. Still small, but perfectly formed. She was just getting cuter and cuter as each second passed. Using the ultra HD zoom feature, he went for a close up shot of that area.

"Gahhhh! WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?" he yelled, picking up the sheet from the floor and throwing it back over the screen. He turned his chair around and sat with his back to the screen. "No more. I can't take it anymore. I should just let her have her privacy."

But his heart was racing too fast to give up so quickly. The girl he liked was right there before his eyes, with what seemed like only a screen to separate them. He felt himself being forcefully ripped in half. Taking the cross pendant that was hanging around his neck in one hand, he squeezed it tightly and declared, "Forgive me Lord …. I'm about to do something selfish … and I don't know what will happen afterwards."

Pivoting back around, he carefully took the sheet off the monitor again, keeping his eyes down to gather his thoughts. This time, he would look at her objectively. He just needed to pretend that she was like the data he was so used to seeing each day. Numbers. Lines and lines of boring numbers. Letters, hyphens, slashes, dots – they were all so meaningless. That's all she needed to be. Meaningless. An object. Nothing more than particles of skin colliding with one another, forming themselves into the semblance of a beautiful human creature.

He stared back up at the screen, terrified of what he would see.

There she was, again. Like an angel spread across the bed, her long brown hair radiating across the pillows. In the time he'd been looking away, she had removed all of her clothing. He could clearly see her, in all her glory, breasts exposed – sweet and round, her legs – long and slender, with a small mole on her upper thigh. Her vagina had neat wisps of dark pubic hair, trimmed to glorious perfection. She stared at the ceiling for a while, looking more than a little lonely. Then, extending a hand upwards, it was as though she were trying to capture a distant star in the night sky.

Luciel had completely lost his sense of decorum. It was too late to back. The growing problem in his jeans wasn't going to disappear by itself. He'd already confessed his sins so he would have to see this through.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down far enough to expose his boxers. He gazed at the massive bulge that had emerged there, surprised at just how hard and ready he'd become. It had been a seriously long time since anything like this had happened to him. The way his hectic schedule was, he barely had time to think about going for a drive in his Porsche, let alone sex acts. But now, it was clear he couldn't ignore it.

Sliding his boxers down, he set his cock free, letting it slap lightly against his stomach. He gave a slight whimper as the air conditioning unit channelled a cool breeze around his bare skin. Taking the thing in his left hand, he started to pleasure himself, slowly, reluctantly. His length was like a solid fragment of rock beneath his fingers and his skin was smooth to the touch. It felt good as he carefully teased the underneath of the tip with his thumb and index finger. Then, moving his hand back to his throbbing shaft, he pumped away at it more vigorously, relishing in the squelching sounds he was producing from the pre-cum.

"Nnnhh! Damnit Eun-ji. It's too hot, you've made the room all hot!"

Luciel stared at the bedroom camera monitor again. Eun-ji was sitting upright in the bed with her back against the headboard, looking at her smartphone. With her legs spread open wide, he was able to get a clear view of her vagina. It was all too much. He started to sweat under the physical heat that seemed to have leaked into the atmosphere. He was already close to his limit and felt like he would self-combust at any second.

"Eun-ji …." He said, panting. "Don't call Zen. Please, just don't call him … or anyone." Although he knew he couldn't influence her decision, he wanted to at least try from afar.

Suddenly, Luciel's phone started to ring. He jolted backwards a little in his chair, flabbergasted to be receiving a call. He checked the caller ID. Emily. She was calling him. Nobody else.

"Shit! No, not now not now!" he cursed, still keeping one hand tightly around his pulsating cock. But somehow, despite the circumstances, he felt compelled to take the call. He picked up the phone with his free hand and swiped across the screen to answer.

"He-hello?" he said, trying to keep his cool as best he could.

"Seven?" came that sweet angel's voice. "I'm kind of bored. Can I talk to you?"

Luciel grunted a little, but tried hard to hold himself back. "N-no. I'm-" Her voice was turning him on even more. His cock twitched as he heard her speak those words.

She's calling me just because she's bored? Really, what more could I ask for? I should have fun, make some jokes and find something she can laugh at. But-

He saw her sit up in the bed and tilt her head to one side. "What's wrong? It sounds like you're out of breath or something."

Oh no, I actually sound weird on the phone. Quick, make up something!

"Ye-yeah. Actually I'm out right now. I'm being … chased by some strange hacker guy," he lied, deliberately being vague about the details. "I can't speak with you right now. It's too dangerous."

"Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned now.

"I'm fine. You should talk to Yoosung if you're bored. I'm going to hang up, I'm busy!" he replied, more harshly than he meant to.

"Oh… I see." Eun-ji sounded a little depressed. "Well, I'll talk to you later then. Take ca-"

Luciel hung up partway through her sentence. He was on the verge of cumming into some kind of supernova oblivion and he couldn't afford to have her on the other end of the line when he did. His orgasm voice was pretty intense.

"Ahhh! Fucckkkkkk!" He cried out, exploding all over the collection of monitors before him. Thick semen dripped lustrously down the pristine screens and into the cracks of his keyboard. There was so much of the stuff, he couldn't believe his eyes.

"How long have I been holding THATin?"

As he made sure to squeeze the last of his juices out, he closed his eyes and let himself sink backwards into the softness of the chair, breathing a sigh of sweet relief.

And then a wave of melancholy overtook him. A feeling of disgust. He cleaned up his mess, pulling his boxers and jeans back up. "What the hell did I just do? She didn't deserve that. Why did I lie to her?" Then, giving a slightly crazed laugh, he tried to console himself. "Yeah right! As if could her the truth … Hey, you know … Emily. There are hidden cameras in your apartment. I like to watch you get naked and masturbate to it. God you're so hot!" His expression turned cheerless and stale.

"I'm not that kind of man…" he paused to contemplate this for a moment. "…am I?"

As he watched her again through the camera lens, Eun-ji continued to swipe and tap on her phone screen. She placed the speaker to her ear. He guessed she was making another phone call, but to whom? She was mouthing something, but as hard as he tried, Luciel couldn't make it out and the CCTV wasn't equipped with any degree of audio.

"Who the hell are you calling, Eun-ji?"