Chapter 22
Somehow, I managed to put a condom over that grotesque monstrosity.
⋯What do I do now?
D-do I have to put it in⋯?
Me?
This?
“What are you doing? Get on top. Want me to teach you if you don't know how?”
“No, no⋯. It's fine. Just a second⋯.”
Taking deep breaths, I stared at his carefully sheathed penis.
A cylinder jutting straight out from the pubic bone, which was covered in hair.
If it had been smooth, it would've been less disgusting, but veins bulged all over it, and the middle was swollen like a skinny calf.
As it neared the tip, its girth narrowed, then a sticky-looking, angular glans came into view⋯.
⋯It looked like an enoki mushroom, but ten times more disgusting.
How could I put something like this into that tiny place⋯.
“I asked what you're doing. Why are you only staring at my dick? Do you like it that much?”
“No! Hoo⋯, wait, wait, I need to prepare myself⋯.”
“Why do you need to prepare yourself for sex? Are you about to confess your love?”
“That's not it!”
I wanted to punch Kang Ju-hyeok as he grinned with his hands folded beneath his head, but every time I lowered my gaze, my will to resist faded.
Neck.
Fucking thick.
Chest.
It looked bigger than most women's.
Stomach.
If I hit it, my arm would probably hurt more.
Arms and thighs.
⋯If I got hit by those, I'd really die.
Even after avoiding the most monstrous part and looking over the rest of him, his body instinctively filled me with fear.
I liked men with some muscle, but that meant wanting the person I liked to have a good body too.
I hadn't wanted the man who would rape and blackmail me to be hulking.
“Ha-eun, if you really can't do it, lie down. You don't seem prepared at all.”
“Wait, wait⋯! I'm going to do it, I am⋯.”
But whether I found Kang Ju-hyeok's body appealing or disgusting, I had no choice but to climb onto his thighs.
Otherwise, that man would rape me however he wanted.
He was obviously going to humiliate me while interrogating me about why I'd gone through someone else's pocket.
If he noticed that I'd touched his phone and confirmed that I'd deleted the recording, things would get completely out of control.
⋯Then he'd film me again.
This time, much more vulgarly and obscenely.
Not just my voice, but my naked body would be recorded on that piece of trash's phone.
“Are you really sure? Are you ready?”
“⋯Ugh⋯.”
As long as I didn't lose consciousness, I probably wouldn't be ruined that badly, but⋯.
There was no way I could stay sane if I were crushed beneath that hard, massive body.
He would force my mouth shut and dribble his filthy saliva into it.
He would do all sorts of vile things to my body and obviously wouldn't let me off no matter how exhausted I became.
Yesterday, I hadn't felt much pain because I was drunk.
There was no way it wouldn't hurt to have something the size of the drink can I'd had earlier shoved inside me.
Even inserting a finger slightly had hurt, so I'd only gotten myself off with my clitoris.
No, really.
It would be better to do it incredibly slowly.
If I climbed on top and inserted only a little, it would hurt much less⋯.
“When you're on top, it'll go all the way to the base. This far. I only put half of it in earlier, you know. Are you really okay?”
“⋯.”
But without a shred of mercy,
he grabbed my buttocks tightly and pulled my pelvis against his.
My navel.
Slightly above it.
He gripped his penis in his right hand and tapped it against my belly.
“I've slept with about ten women so far, but only maybe three of them took me all the way, you know? Are you really okay?”
“J-just a second⋯, let me think⋯.”
“Those women had plenty of experience, so I could understand. ⋯You lost your virginity to me less than half a day ago. Doesn't it hurt?”
Then he spread his disgustingly large fingers wide and pressed down repeatedly as he measured the distance from my pussy to my navel.
This would definitely ruin you,
he threatened me.
⋯This far.
If it came in.
My insides would be crushed⋯.
⋯.
No.
I'll die.
For real.
“You're not even wet. If I put it in like this, it'll hurt like hell. Unlike earlier.”
“⋯.”
“When you have sex, prepare your body first, not your mind. ⋯Here. Like this.”
The threat was followed by coaxing.
His finger was long and hard, but much thinner than that ridiculous thing, and he placed it on my pussy and gently rubbed it.
⋯The place I'd crudely shoved my fingers into when I'd lost control yesterday.
The place I only touched when I masturbated sometimes,
a man who had tormented me for years without ever showing himself was now thrusting a finger into it without permission.
“Ah, wait, don't touch meee⋯!”
“Then do you want to touch yourself? I'd rather touch your breasts or ass than caress you here anyway.”
“Ugh, y-yeah, I'll, I'll touch myself. Just let go⋯.”
That place was already dirty, but I still hated the very fact that he was touching my most precious place.
Yeah, if someone had to touch it, it was better if I did it myself.
It was so embarrassing, shameful, and humiliating that I wanted to throw up,
but showing him that I was touching myself was far better than letting that man use my body however he pleased.
“Don't let your hand shake. If you tense up, it'll hurt even if it wouldn't otherwise, you know?”
“J-just shut up⋯!”
I bent my body as low as possible to hide my pussy.
My breasts drew closer to him in the process, but if it meant hiding that place, I could show him those lumps of fat as much as he wanted.
I slipped my fingers between my still-dry labia, trapping my clitoris between them and rubbing it.
“Hnn⋯, hoo⋯.”
“Yesterday you were digging into it hard enough to rub it raw, but why are you so tame today?”
“I said shut uuuup⋯!”
Caught between shame and pain, I kept repeating movements that were too awkward for me either to pretend to be unfazed or to let myself fully enjoy them.
Normally, I would have bitten down on a T-shirt and rubbed myself wildly while lying facedown, or touched myself leisurely while looking at my phone, but I couldn't do either now.
If I went too slowly, this man's patience would run out and he'd shove that vicious penis inside me before I even got wet.
If I went too quickly, I'd have to show him my entire body trembling as I cried out lewdly.
It was such a horrible future that I'd rather bite my tongue and die than choose either one.
“Mmm⋯, hoo⋯, ah, wait, don't touch me⋯!”
“Nipples are erogenous too. Why only touch your clit? Having big breasts doesn't make this area insensitive, you know.”
“L-leave me⋯!”
But without giving me any choice, Kang Ju-hyeok reached out and grabbed my breast, then pinched just my nipple between his fingers and gently twisted it, forcibly heightening my arousal.
I didn't want to feel anything for a man like this, but my body remembered that if my entrance wasn't slick, it would hurt as though I were being torn apart.
It had hurt that much even when I was drunk, so taking something like that while sober would really kill me.
I swallowed down the flood of curses I wanted to pour out and focused on stimulating my clitoris as I endured his filthy teasing.
“Haa, hah⋯, mmm⋯!”
“⋯The look on your face when you come is fucking lewd.”
“W-what, what are you doing? Hey, don't look⋯!”
“How can I not look? You look so fucking hot like this.”
“Heyy, ahh⋯!”
While I was absorbed in it, Kang Ju-hyeok stared at my disheveled face, then suddenly chuckled, let go of my nipple, and tightly grabbed my buttocks.
Then he lifted me with nothing but the strength in his arms, pulled my body toward him, and took my nipple into his mouth without permission.
His tongue flicked over it.
Suck, suck.
Sluuuurp⋯,
all while making filthy noises.
He suckled my breast.
I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't lift myself up.
Whenever I tried to sit up, he squeezed my buttocks hard and held me down by force.
No matter how straight I stretched the arms planted on the mattress, all I could do was remain on my knees, bent over.
That hulking man buried his nose against my chest,
Slurp, slurp,
and my strength wasn't enough to pull away from him as he sucked at my breasts.
“Hey, nooo⋯! Stooop⋯!”
Unable either to move forward or back,
the flesh that held both my pride and my deepest insecurity was dirtied by his saliva.
No matter how troublesome, heavy, and irritating they were, and no matter how disgusting the peeping bastards were, these were breasts I had been proud of.
The frighteningly disgusting man smeared them with his filthy spit as he sucked, licked, and bit them.
His teeth never touched me, but every time he held my nipple between his lips and blew a vibrating breath over it, my waist trembled.
The clitoris I'd been rubbing because it would hurt if I didn't get wet had grown slick at some point, yet it craved my touch for reasons beyond mere necessity.
The wet squelching sounds of me masturbating and him caressing me raped my ears.
Even though we hadn't even done anything yet.
Caffeine whirled through my head, keeping sleep at bay, and my reason gradually slipped away.
“Uhh⋯, hnn, haaak⋯, mmmng⋯!”
Making only sounds like a whining puppy, I was toyed with by him, unable even to cover my face.
The arms I'd braced against the bed kept bending until they lost all strength and collapsed.
With nothing left to support me, I pressed my breasts against his face and was even spanked by the man suckling at them.
“Hey, stooop, stop it⋯!”
Smack, smack.
The sound of my flesh slapping made my body shake.
Squelch, squelch.
Lewd sounds never stopped coming from my vulva, which was now streaming fluid.
Unable to bear the rising pleasure, my wandering left hand suddenly clutched his coarse hair.
As though I were feeding a baby at my breast.
I pressed my breasts against the man I hated most in the world and let him bite my nipples.
“Hwaaang⋯!♡ Haaak, haaah⋯⋯, mmmng⋯⋯♡”
In the end, I,
even though that vicious thing hadn't touched me yet,
could do nothing but emit vulgar, indeed obscene, sounds of my own accord,
sprawl across the body of that fucking perverted trash bastard,
and let my juices stream down.
⋯until Kang Ju-hyeok, who had been suffocating beneath my breasts,
grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright.