Chapter 11 - Chapter 9: Episode 8 - Omen
After the sex, Seon-ah's body and the bed were slick with fluids and spent seed.
A heavy, erotic musk filled the room in the wake of their animalistic coupling.
The sight of the fluids smeared across Seon-ah's bruised and reddened skin filled Yu-rin with a depraved sense of satisfaction—the thrill of having utterly Ravished her longtime lover.
When she had first stripped him to explore his body, she'd found no trace of another woman.
His cock didn't have the look of one that had been well-used, molded and discolored by the friction of another woman's vaginal walls.
It was as thick as his wrist and as long as any porn star's, but it was pristine.
She hadn't been able to take her eyes off that pale, appetizing rod the first time she saw it.
By now, the suspicion that Seon-ah had been seeing someone else was almost entirely gone.
The way he'd looked at her with such terror, his desperate, futile struggles to escape—it had all sparked a strange, dark excitement in her.
In the end, she had unleashed all that twisted desire onto his body.
She had vented every rough, violent sexual urge she possessed onto the weak man beneath her.
From the bits of sexual trivia she'd gathered online, she vaguely recalled reading that when taking a man's virginity, you should give him time to adjust after insertion.
But her knowledge also came from adult videos, where a man might resist a violent rape at first, only to eventually succumb and melt for the woman.
"Stop it! I don't want this! Stop!"
The men in the videos and Seon-ah had said the exact same things.
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So, if she just kept going for a few more rounds like in the movies, wouldn't it be natural for him to end up dazed and slack-jawed with pleasure? Wouldn't he eventually be begging for it, whining for her attention and calling out her name?
Yu-rin had no way of knowing how much reality differed from the pornographic fantasies a teenager consumes.
Most of what she knew came from those videos and her 'cousin,' who claimed to be an expert on men. Her cousin had insisted that if you just swallow a man whole with your pussy and treat him rough, he'll become completely infatuated.
Between random internet articles and a cousin who talked about men constantly, Yu-rin chose to trust her cousin.
So, even as Seon-ah screamed and fought, she had forced herself on him.
Driven by the expectation that this would make him hers forever, she had only become more violent and relentless.
She had raped him while imagining the day he would forget his pride and beg her to do it again. Looking back, she realized she might have gone a bit overboard.
After holding Seon-ah as he trembled from the cocktail of pain and pleasure, she'd dragged him into the shower, washed him, and then changed the bedding.
The exertion left her exhausted, but strangely refreshed.
Not only had she claimed his first time and enjoyed his pathetic little moans, but she was convinced that if she kept this up, he would soon be as submissive as the men in her videos.
Wrapped in those happy thoughts, she pulled Seon-ah—who had passed out from exhaustion—into her arms and fell asleep, basking in his body heat.
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Yu-rin woke up to the feeling of something soft squirming in her arms, her fatigue still clinging to her.
She cracked one eye open to see what was moving.
It was Seon-ah.
He was rustling against the sheets, looking at me with a terrified, trembling gaze, as if he were trying to find a way to bolt.
When he tried to move, his lower body clearly refused to cooperate. He frowned, looking down at himself, and let out a faint, hoarse moan that he tried to choke back.
She felt a twinge of guilt; maybe she really had been too rough yesterday.
But she told herself it was necessary. It was the only way to bind him to her so they could be together forever.
They say that after satisfying sex, a man might kiss his partner's cheek or tell her how good it felt.
Is that what he's trying to do?
She felt a mix of shyness and pride at the thought of receiving his affection.
But Seon-ah did something completely unexpected.
Since his legs wouldn't work, he was trying to drag himself out of bed using only his arms.
Even that looked like an agonizing struggle.
His arms shook violently, and every time he touched the floor to crawl, he flinched and froze in pain.
Seeing him so desperate, so different from his usual intelligent and confident self, made her heart ache.
Looking closer, his pale wrists were marked with vivid red handprints from where she'd pinned him down while stripping him.
Inch by inch, Seon-ah finally reached the door. Lying flat on the floor, he reached up with a trembling hand to grab the knob.
But the door was locked from the outside. It wouldn't budge unless she unlocked it with her phone.
As she watched him try to flee, the cold sting of betrayal washed away her pity.
He sleeps with his girlfriend and then tries to run away?
The suspicion she'd been suppressing came roaring back to the forefront of her mind.
When she looked at the facts, nothing added up. He was a master at kissing and knew exactly how to touch a woman's body, yet he claimed to be a virgin. It was a total contradiction—like some 'virgin slut' trope from a manga.
There was only so much you could learn from text or videos.
Case in point: she had failed multiple times to get him inside her yesterday, only succeeding at the very end.
Seon-ah must have gained his experience through another woman.
Her mind raced with images: another woman giving Seon-ah a deep kiss, guiding his fingers inside her, teaching him exactly how to thrust and stimulate her.
If that was true, it was a godsend that she'd taken his virginity before some other bitch could devour it completely.
The thought of another woman slowly training Seon-ah, teaching him 'various things' just so she could have him...
She had no hard proof, but the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming.
Seon-ah kept showing a level of skill that was impossible without extensive experience with a woman's body.
Even though she'd claimed his first time, if this continued, he might end up being ridden by some other bitch and turned into her toy.
A poisonous jealousy began to take root in Yu-rin's heart.
They had been together forever. He'd been her friend, her teacher, and now her lover.
He was the one who had always taught her about the world and her studies.
But from now on, it was Seon-ah's turn to learn. And she would be the one to teach him everything about love and sex.
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Yu-rin looked up from her phone, and the expression she turned on me was terrifying.
Her face was cold, her eyes burning with a hunger that made it look like she wanted to devour me whole. She waited for my answer.
"It's just a classmate I met at orientation yesterday. He said he'd add me to the group chat, so I gave him my number. That's all."
"Oh, really?"
I could see the suspicion etched into her features.
She asked me in a deceptively casual tone.
"Hey, Seon-ah... you don't have any secrets from me, do you?"
There was nothing I was intentionally hiding from her.
"No, I don't."
"Then what about back in middle school? When I asked why you were so good at kissing, you said it was a secret. And after that, too. You were always so good at helping me masturbate when you said you'd satisfy me without having sex. You were pretty skilled, weren't you?"
Come to think of it, I had given her some playful, non-committal answers back then.
At the time, I'd just done it because I wanted her to feel good. I hadn't thought much of it.
I only said 'it's a secret' because the truth was too complicated to explain.
But from Yu-rin's perspective, it was a massive red flag. It looked like I was cheating.
The fact that she remembered something from so long ago meant she'd been nursing this suspicion for years.
But I had no way to explain it to her.
How was I supposed to say, "I have experience from my previous life, so I can make you feel good like some kind of male 'virgin slut'"?
In the end, I just kept my mouth shut.
"..."
Having lived a long time, I knew that when you're at a disadvantage, staying silent is often the best way to avoid making things worse. That held true in both this life and the last.
"Well, whatever. I confirmed you were a virgin, and I was the one who took it. As long as you don't go seeing other women, we're fine."
How the hell did she know it was my first time?
"How could you tell?"
"Don't you know? When a woman takes a man's virginity, his cock gets molded by the grip of her vagina. You really didn't know that?"
"..."
Now that she mentioned it, my dick was still throbbing with pain.
Yesterday, when I felt like I was being 'squeezed,' it hadn't just been a metaphor for pleasure. It had felt like my cock was being crushed in a vice, like it was about to explode.
Looking down at it now, the clean, straight shape it had before was gone. It was bruised, blotchy, red, and swollen. It even looked a bit larger.
During the intercourse, Yu-rin had basically used me however she wanted, bending and twisting me to fit her favorite positions and maximize her own pleasure.
A custom-molded cock, reshaped to match the sexual sensitivity of the woman who claimed it...
I'd certainly had a hell of a first experience in this world.
Anyway, whether she believed me or not, I had to at least try to defend my innocence.
"Yu-rin, you might not believe me, but there's no one else. Only you. I mean it."
"Yeah, sure. 'Who in the world would ever cheat on you?' That's what you're saying, right?"
She clearly didn't believe a word of it.
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It was obvious that arguing further would get us nowhere.
Realizing this, Yu-rin checked the time and suggested we eat, effectively dropping the subject.
It was almost lunchtime.
Knowing I was in no condition to walk after last night, Yu-rin dressed herself first, then put me in some comfortable clothes. She picked me up and carried me into the living room.
She must have been planning this for a long time; the closet was already stocked with clothes in my size.
The sheer level of obsession on display made me shudder.
The double bed in the master bedroom. The door that only opened from the outside. The closet full of my clothes.
A cold fear gripped me. If I wasn't careful, I'd be trapped here for the rest of my life as Yu-rin's personal sex toy.
If I actually married her, that fate was 100% guaranteed.
But if I tried to see other women, she'd just catch me and lock me up anyway, wouldn't she?
I was trapped from every angle.
What the hell am I supposed to do?