Chapter 10 - Chapter 8: Episode 7 - Devoured (2)
I thought sex with Yu-rin wouldn't be that different from the experiences I'd had with women in my previous life.
I'd trusted her because she always seemed so docile—the result of the 'education' I'd provided to mold her to my specific tastes.
That was, until she pinned me to the bed and tore my clothes off by force.
The look in her eyes as she focused on stripping me, and the sinister, twisted expression of pure arousal on her face, were absolutely terrifying.
Her breath was ragged and heavy with lust, and her eyes devoured every inch of bare skin she exposed. There was no trace of the 'education' I'd provided.
Her gaze glazed over as she stared at my cock, her lips curling into a smirk of overflowing sadism.
She wasn't a girl anymore; she was a beast in heat, starving for my body.
"Stop it, no. Please... please!"
I hated my past self for thinking I could just grit my teeth and endure this, even with a body as sensitive as this one.
I never should have come to this house with her, knowing what she was really like.
The realization that I'd been a fool hit me, but it was already too late.
I kept screaming that I didn't want this, but she didn't seem to hear a word I said.
A wave of terror washed over me as she peeled away the layers of my clothes with a focused, terrifying intensity, as if my voice were just background noise.
I could read it in that aroused expression.
I could see it in the way her lips curled.
Watching her, I knew she was about to ravage me. Yu-rin's every move was laced with sadism—a desperate, violent urge to take me.
Once I was naked, she straddled me and tore off her own clothes.
Even as she undressed, she kept one arm pinned firmly against my chest to make sure I couldn't escape.
I could feel her impatience, a frantic worry that I might somehow slip away while I struggled beneath her.
"Why, Seon-ah? Was it all a joke when you said you wanted to do it with me?"
I didn't want my first experience to feel like a rape.
And I definitely didn't want to be the one being used, rather than being the one in control.
"Please, stop. Let's do it later. I don't want to! If you keep going, I'll never see you again!"
She ignored me, her eyes locked intensely on my dick.
Then, she grabbed it with her right hand and began jerking me off with violent, frantic strokes.
I wasn't even lubricated; the sheer force of her hand made me scream in pain.
"It hurts! Stop it! Stop! Please, just stop!"
Maybe she finally heard me, because the hand pinning my wrists released its grip.
But contrary to my hope that she would stop this assault, her left hand moved down to her own crotch.
She began to rub her slit slowly at first, then began thrusting her fingers in rapidly.
Squish... squelch... squish... squelch...
A transparent liquid began to flow from her soaking pussy, dripping onto her hand.
It was clear she was preparing to take me.
I desperately tried to use my free hands to stop her right hand from jerking me.
But it was a futile hope.
Her right hand was stronger than both of mine combined.
She didn't even flinch, just kept up the same rhythmic motion as if I weren't even there.
"No, stop! Stop! Ah... ha..."
How long had it been?
The burning, intense pain in my cock began to subside, replaced by a pleasure so sharp it felt like it was piercing my brain.
The pre-cum flowing from me acted as lubricant, easing the friction and making the rapid strokes bearable.
The word 'stop' had already died on my lips.
The only sounds left in the room were her ragged, frantic breathing and the involuntary groans I couldn't hold back.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The rhythmic sound of her hand jerking me off.
And the wet splashing sound of Yu-rin working her fingers between her legs with frantic energy.
Only those three sounds echoed in the room.
My body wouldn't listen to me; I'd already exhausted all my strength struggling earlier.
Even though it felt like an eternity, the white-hot pleasure kept searing my mind, making it impossible to tell how long this had been going on.
My mind had gone blank. As she continued, I felt like I was going insane.
I lost all track of time, but Yu-rin kept at it as if she would never tire.
Her gaze was fixed on my dick, her expression intensely focused and serious.
There was a hint of madness in it, her lips curled into that same terrifying smile.
.
.
.
After what felt like hours, Yu-rin's hand finally stopped.
Is... is it over...
I felt like absolute shit.
My head was throbbing with a pain worse than the most brutal hangover.
It felt like my brain had short-circuited from coming too many times.
As the friction on my cock finally ceased, I looked up at her with blurry eyes, thinking, It's finally over.
She seemed to have come back to her senses a bit; the glazed look in her eyes was gone.
But my tongue was hanging out of my mouth, and I couldn't even pull it back in.
My lungs were burning, my throat raw from gasping for air. I didn't have the strength to speak.
She glanced at my face, looking at me as if I were something cute, and then leaned in toward my lolling tongue.
She used her own tongue to push mine back into my mouth.
I couldn't even tell if my brain was still functioning.
I didn't know whose mouth my tongue was being rolled around in, but I didn't care.
Slurp... squelch...
Our mouths overlapped, hot and wet, as she toyed with my tongue.
My whole body was hypersensitive from the intense, prolonged foreplay; even a kiss felt like an overload.
When she finally pulled away, she looked satisfied.
Her face was relaxed, almost serene.
I must have looked like a total wreck.
As she sat up, a thin string of saliva stretched between our faces.
She watched me for a moment, then shifted her gaze back down to my cock.
She lifted her hips, hovering over me.
No, please...
My body refused to move.
Every single muscle cell had given up.
Fortunately, she missed the mark on the first try.
Please stop.
On the second attempt, she grazed it slightly, but—
"Ah-ah!"
You're tired too, you don't have to do this.
She failed again, her waist twisting as she let out a moan.
On the third attempt, she looked determined. She grabbed my cock, aimed it at her hole, and sat down hard.
Just like that, she took me.
My mind went white. My consciousness just... sank.
My brain was already fried, and this final sensation pushed me over the edge. I threw away everything I had to do.
In the end, I stopped thinking.
I blacked out as Yu-rin forced herself onto my sensitive body.
Even so, Yu-rin didn't stop, ecstatic that I was finally inside her.
She began to work me, using her pussy to massage my cock to her heart's content.
Actually, 'chewing' on it was a more accurate description.
She ground her hips, her vaginal walls tightening around me as if trying to mold me to her shape.
She knew I'd passed out, but she didn't care.
Rather, as I stopped the insane moaning, she just thrust down harder, desperate to hear those sounds from my lips again.
.
.
.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The continuous, rapid sound of wet friction and the dull thumping of her body against mine were the only things I could hear.
What was I doing just now...
Until a moment ago, Yu-rin had said she would show me the room.
She said she would show me the master bedroom...
Once we entered, the door and windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn.
And then?
Ah...
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Everything came back to me.
After her pussy swallowed me whole...
I ejaculated immediately and fainted.
I'd exhausted all my strength. The sounds I tried to make were just metallic rasps; I couldn't even form words anymore.
Whether she knew my condition or not, she just kept moving.
My pelvis was screaming in pain.
I was probably bruised to hell.
It wasn't hard to guess that while I was out, she'd been riding my sensitive cock with violent intensity.
Judging by her behavior, it was obvious that when I tried to ejaculate and went stiff, she felt even better and moved even more recklessly.
My dick didn't even go soft after coming—I didn't know if that was normal for men in this world or if I was just a freak—and it terrified me.
At this rate, would I be trapped under her forever, forced to keep pumping out seed?
I was terrified that I'd become a biological machine that just spewed out semen until I died.
As the urge welled up again, I ejaculated inside her once more.
Fortunately, maybe I'd adapted to the pleasure, because I didn't black out this time.
However, the moment I finished, her pussy clamped down on my hypersensitive cock like a vice and wouldn't let go.
I didn't shrink.
The pleasure was only growing.
My thoughts were fragmenting.
Ah...
Pinned beneath her, I could only let out broken moans, my head burning too hot to think.
It was clear this would continue until she finally decided to stop.
.
.
.
I don't know how much time passed...
When I finally opened my eyes, Yu-rin was hugging me as we slept naked.
The mess of semen and vaginal fluid that had covered my body was gone.
It felt like a nightmare.
She must have carried me, washed me, changed the sheets, and then tucked me in.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd been treated like a toy.
The feeling of being cleaned up after being played with to her heart's content, then hugged and slept with.
I recalled yesterday, when my body was treated like an object.
Yu-rin's sexual desire was too twisted.
It was sex that said she didn't care about the other person at all, as long as she felt good.
I started to rethink Yu-rin, who had been my first love in this world.
I felt so aggrieved, having been subjected to her selfish lust.
The terrifying moment when she pinned me down with her overwhelming strength and ravaged me had left marks all over my body.
As proof, even though it seemed like a long time had passed, I couldn't muster an ounce of strength.
My lower body, especially, was in agony.
My cock was bruised a sickly blue and purple in various places, swollen and unrecognizable.
My lower abdomen and pelvic area were covered in dark bruises.
It was impossible to even move in this state.
Still, I had to get up. I had to move.
Yu-rin's sexual desire couldn't even be compared to when I was a high school student in my previous life—the peak of my own libido.
If Yu-rin woke up and ravaged me again for 'morning sex,' I was confident I would either go crazy or die from exhaustion.
It felt like twenty hours had passed, but I estimated she'd unilaterally ravaged me for nearly eight hours straight.
It was just a guess since no sunlight was coming in, but I was certain we'd been at it for almost eight hours non-stop.
With no strength in my legs, I slid off the bed using only my arms, terrified I might wake her.
I crawled across the floor, reaching for the doorknob to escape the master bedroom.
Just as the doorknob clicked, I heard a sound from behind me.
"What are you doing?"
Yu-rin was awake.
I froze, flat on my face on the floor, hand still gripping the doorknob.
I cleared my trembling throat and tried to sound as natural as possible.
"Did you sleep well?"
"I was sleeping well. But I woke up because it got cold the moment you left my arms."
She'd been watching me the whole time. She knew I was trying to run.
She'd known from the moment I first tossed and turned.
"...."
The situation was embarrassing, but more than that, I was terrified.
She was the one who had ravaged me so brutally.
Thinking back to my previous life, no man would ever say sex is scary, but with this frail body, I couldn't handle her desire.
I even considered pretending to pass out again.
But I gave up on that, remembering the old saying: 'If you play dead in front of a bear, it doesn't spare you; it just eats you right up.'
"I couldn't even tell my mom and dad that I wasn't coming home yesterday..."
"I already contacted your parents. I told them you were staying the night at 'my house'."
My parents likely thought she meant her family home in the country.
As every escape route was blocked, my face began to turn pale.
"Ka-talk!"
Just then, a notification rang from the pocket of my clothes lying on the floor.
Since I could barely move, she reached my phone first.
She pulled it out and read the name on the screen.
"Choi Min-ji... Who is this? Sounds like a girl?"
The name of the classmate I'd added yesterday was clearly visible. Yu-rin looked at me, her eyes beginning to tremble.
She started glaring at me.
What I read in that cold expression was pure, unadulterated jealousy.
It was a complete misunderstanding, but Yu-rin had already played out the entire scenario in her head and reached a conclusion.
At this rate, I was going to be squeezed dry again.
Ah...
My whole body froze as I prayed that my dick wouldn't respond.