Chapter 47
My head feels strange.
I can't breathe the way I want to.
I pant as he directs me,
raising one leg high and burying my nose in the pillow.
With only my face and breasts twisted sharply to the side,
Kang Ju-hyeok, kneeling, uses me as he pleases,
letting me hear the panting of a male beast.
“Haa, haa…, you fucking bastard….”
I don't know how many tens of minutes Kang Ju-hyeok has been toying with me.
Maybe it's been over an hour,
or maybe it hasn't even been ten minutes.
My insides throb so violently that I can't properly keep track of something like that.
Flashes explode in my head.
My vision blurs.
“Why? You aren't wearing a condom. If you keep shoving your cock in wherever you want, won't you come inside me?”
“Either wayyy…, yes, ooh…! ‥Haa‥aah….”
He teases me by pretending to thrust slowly, then suddenly pounds deep inside me.
Whenever I'm about to lose my senses, he always gives me time to rest and quietly strokes only my nipples.
His twitching cock looks as though it should come any second, but he never ejaculates.
“Hoo…, ah. Good thing I pulled out once earlier. …Otherwise, I would've come long ago.”
“Hek…, he…, hurry up and come, you son of a bitchhh….”
“How many chances do I get to dress you in your school uniform and fuck you, huh?”
“Bas, bastard…, ngh‥.”
Breathing hard as my breath briefly returns, I stare straight ahead through half-lidded eyes, and his hulking body looms before me.
When I raise my gaze a little higher, I see his thick forearms and fingers,
and the camera in one of his hands records my naked body in all its humiliating detail.
Sweating so profusely that strands of hair stick to my cheeks,
wearing a pitch-black one-piece school uniform,
with the skirt hiked up over my breasts,
my panties caught around my thighs as I'm roughly taken.
“Hoo…, I'll pull out for a moment, so sit.”
After giving me that order, Kang Ju-hyeok forcibly hauls me upright and makes me sit on his lap.
Without even giving me a chance to choose whether to resist or consent,
he makes me obey his orders.
“Lift your ass a little. I have to put it in, don't I?”
“Fuck…, I told you I'm out of strength…, how many times have I said that already…!”
“Then at least hold my cock and put it in. I'll lift you.”
While spitting inwardly at the one and only choice he tosses me, I take his cock in my hand.
His cock is slippery, hard, and hot.
When I bring its glans to my equally wet slit,
it clings so tightly that I can't even see it, but the tingling, stinging sensation instinctively tells me I have to put it in here.
By the time that slippery glans begins widening my sticky opening,
“Nngh…! Hnn…, haa…, haa….”
Until our pubic bones meet,
he gradually lowers my buttocks, gripping them tightly with both hands.
“Stick out your tongue. Your tongue.”
“I don't wannaa…, get lost, will you…, mnh….”
When his thick cock fills me again, my already slackened strength becomes completely paralyzed, leaving me no choice but to lean against him.
Even when I turn my head, shake it, and try to avoid him, I can no longer resist him as he grips the back of my neck instead of my buttocks and licks my lips.
His rough tongue easily parts my lips, and my tongue naturally slips out and is sucked into his mouth.
Saliva mixes, and every filthy sound rapes my ears, heightening the sensitivity of our clinging mucous membranes.
“Puh…, haa…, I said I don't like kissing….”
“You kissed my cock so well. You can't kiss my mouth?”
“I don't like that either, haaang…!”
The instant he gives me even the briefest chance to breathe, he pulls my leaning body tightly against him and begins wildly thrusting his hips.
Pressing the back of my neck into his shoulder so I can't get even a little distance away, he keeps driving into me.
He places my hands, curled helplessly with nowhere to go, on his shoulder and makes me cling to him by force.
Then—smack, smack—
he beats my buttocks until handprints remain,
“Fuck, Ha-eun's pussy is so damn tight, seriously….”
“Shut uuup, ngh, nngh…!”
He rapes me by thrusting his tongue deep into my ear canal.
Making not only my sense of touch but also my hearing hypersensitive.
Just as he does with my mucous membranes, he coats my ear in fluids.
“Hoo…….”
Only after dirtying me that thoroughly,
Kang Ju-hyeok finally reveals his limit
with a pathetic sigh,
“Haa, haa…, hurry up, come and finish, you fucking dog… ah, ah, aah…!”
The instant he hears me curse at him, he suddenly springs to his feet,
then climbs down from the bed and carries me, pounding his way to the kitchen.
“Haaak, hey, hey, put me down, it hurts…! Nngh, ugh, hnnng….”
One step,
One step,
my stomach throbs every time he sets down a foot.
I don't know when he picked it up, but the hard, cold phone pressed against my back makes everything feel even more real.
This isn't a delusion or a nightmare. It's definitely reality.
Afraid that I'd fall the moment he let go of me, my arms and legs instinctively cling to his body.
I wrap both legs tightly around his waist,
and both arms around the back of his neck,
dropping my panties from my thighs onto the floor as he slams me, still impaled on him, onto the dining table.
The phone that had been against my back lands on the table with a loud clatter.
I thought he would immediately pound into me in his raging arousal,
“…Wrap your legs tight. You'll fall.”
“What are you…, haaang…! Ugh, stop, you crazy….”
Kang Ju-hyeok lifts the skirt of my dress slightly as I lie on the table,
then lifts me again—thump, thump—
using my body weight,
driving into me so deeply that I feel pierced through,
and begins ruthlessly violating me.
“Hey, don't, it hurts, it hurts, stop, ugh….”
The flashes that had been exploding in my head until moments ago disappear,
replaced by a bright-red siren blaring as it paralyzes my body.
Hanging limply from him as his cock is driven into me, I feel my life threatened.
It mustn't reach this far.
If it goes any deeper, it'll really be dangerous.
I'll be pierced through.
Not only my stomach but my heart screams loudly too.
“Want me to stop?”
“Stop, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong…‥.”
“…What for?”
“I don't know, haa, I don't know, but I was wrong…!”
To whom,
and for what I had done wrong, I don't even know,
but with hands that cannot move, I beg desperately in my heart and plead for forgiveness.
Even though I had wished so fervently for him to finish quickly,
the terrifying thought that being raped like this would truly bring everything to an end,
the horrible delusion that the inside of me would tear apart if he relaxed his strength,
makes the sticky walls of my vagina tremble and cling to him even more tightly.
“…If you did something wrong, apologize properly.”
“Haa, apologize, apologize…?”
Accepting my desperate plea, he lays me down on the table for a moment,
then tickles my ear, still wet from earlier, and demands a heartfelt apology in a heated voice.
“Apologize using the most vulgar words you can. …Then I'll let you off.”
“….”
He struggles to strip away the dignity of the woman I am,
to drag me all the way to the bottom and stomp on me with dirty shoes.
I,
to him,
“…Not going to?”
“I will, I will….”
It wouldn't be strange to call them ugly,
“My…, my breasts are huuuge…,”
nor would it be strange to call them hot, clinging to him so tightly,
“Ah… I don't have any pu…bic hair….”
To preserve the last shred of my dignity as a woman,
“High school girl Ha-eun…, fuck…, please rape me….”
…in my place,
he ruthlessly defiles the me from ten years ago,
“…What color is it?”
“‥Pin…k‥….”
Pinned against the hard table,
“Where should I come?”
“Anywhere… ooh, ooh‥♡”
while being impaled on his hard cock,
“……!♡ …‥, ……‥.”
my whole body trembles violently as though seized by convulsions,
even my moans swallowed by him,
I surrender myself to the pleasure of being raped by a psychopath,
and the semen of the man I hate most in the world,
spurting, spurting,
spuuurting….
fills my vagina to the brim,
all of it,
and I take it all inside me.
“…Hoo.”
After that violent sex, Kang Ju-hyeok quickly regains his strength with one satisfied breath,
then slowly pulls his cock out of me,
picks up the phone he'd laid face-down on the table earlier, and records my vulgar, pathetic state piece by piece.
Even the black school uniform, darkened from being soaked in sweat.
The semen slowly oozing out from between my limp legs beneath the table.
The dozens of loose strands of hair stuck to my cheeks,
and my face, flushed so red it can hardly be called merely flushed.
“…Get down. You look uncomfortable.”
He easily lifts me like that and makes me kneel on the living-room floor,
then tries to push his cock, coated in every kind of bodily fluid, into my mouth,
but seems to change his mind and wipes the filth off with my long, soft hair,
all of it.
Only after completely destroying me,
does he drop his phone onto the floor with a tinkling clatter, wearing a satisfied expression.
I,
even seeing that, never once think of picking up the phone and smashing it against the floor,
let alone manage to do it.
“Ah, look this way.”
…From my heart all the way to my fingertips and toes,
“Who are you?”
“‥S-Seo Ha-eun….”
The sensation of every bit of my pride and dignity collapsing one by one
“How old are you?”
“‥Twenty-six….”
was something I never wanted to experience again before I died,
“‥Don't talk bullshit. How old are you.”
“…Seventeen….”
“That's right.”
…and yet it was a thrilling, terrifying pleasure.