Chapter 173 - Chapter 169: Episode 167 - Addiction (2)
After setting up the camcorder, Bianca turned to Seon-ah.
"Seon-ah... everything we're about to do is what you want, right?"
"Hah... hah... ugh... That's right... so please..."
Heaving with heavy, ragged breaths, Seon-ah nodded like a madman, desperate to agree to her terms.
The camcorder captured every second, recording the evidence that this was exactly what Seon-ah desired.
"It's too quiet; I can barely hear you. Seon-ah, if this isn't something you want for yourself, I have no intention of doing it. Won't you say it a little louder?"
Bianca was well aware of the gender conflict issues currently circulating in online communities.
It wasn't rare to hear stories of women who suffered legal ruin after being reported to the police the day after spending a night with a man.
Recalling those community threads about women being burned by "dick-snakes"—a derogatory term for manipulative men—she felt her current situation was uncomfortably similar.
That was exactly why she needed this video.
"I want you to say it clearly, Seon-ah. Tell me what you want to do with me."
Bianca urged him again, her eyes locked on his.
"Hnnng... sex... I want to have sex!"
As Seon-ah clung to her, begging like a man possessed, Bianca felt her own body slick with arousal.
Conscious of the camera, she shifted her hips to the side, keeping the evidence of her own desire out of the frame.
Then, she spoke to him again.
"But Seon-ah? I've been thinking. Miel is the same age as you, but I'm her older sister, right? Shouldn't you be calling me Noona?"
From the Confucian perspective Bianca was familiar with, the use of honorifics was a sensitive matter.
Regardless, she figured it was a perfect way to instill a sense of hierarchy in him, especially since he'd been speaking to her so informally.
"Hnn... Noo... Noona... please... do it... I'm begging you."
Seon-ah didn't hesitate. He complied instantly, his mind entirely consumed by the need to bury himself inside her.
Desperate to free his cock, which was swollen to the point of bursting, he ripped off his own pants and pleaded with her.
"So, you really agree to this, right?"
Bianca savored the moment, drawing out her words to tease him further.
"Hah! Hah! Hurry, please..."
Hearing his desperate moans, and unable to hold back any longer, she shoved him down with rough, impatient movements, her eyes fixed on his clean, exposed cock.
She kicked off her shorts and underwear, brazenly displaying her own dripping, aroused body right in front of him.
"From now on, I'm going to swallow you whole. I'm going to ride you until you're dry, until you've ejaculated every last drop... are you sure you're okay with that?"
She threatened to squeeze him dry, thrusting her soaked pussy toward his face as if she were worried for him—a gesture made without even considering that he couldn't see a thing.
"Hnnng! Bianca Noona... do whatever you want... hah... hah... just let me..."
Before he could finish, Bianca lowered herself, roughly swallowing him in one go.
She thrust down so hard that his glans slammed directly against her cervix.
"Hut! It's even bigger than usual..."
'Is it the drugs? It feels completely different from last time...'
Between the Demon World aphrodisiac and the Earth narcotic, he was incredibly engorged.
Bianca only realized the extent of it once he was already inside her.
And he seemed to be swelling even more, filling her completely.
As she felt him stretching her from the inside, her body began to leak even more fluid.
It felt almost cheeky, the way he was digging into her, forcing her to memorize the shape of his cock.
With that thought, Bianca began to tighten her muscles forcefully.
Since the idea of her vagina "remembering" him was ridiculous, she squeezed down hard, determined to make sure he would never forget the taste of her.
As she clamped down, he let out a sharp moan.
"Hah! Ugh! Noo... Noona, you're tightening too much... ease up! Hnnng!"
Bianca realized that what she'd read online—that younger men get excited when they beg you to loosen up—was absolutely true.
"Slurp... fuck... that's so hot..."
Wiping the drool from her chin, she dropped the act entirely.
She shifted her hips to look down at his legs.
His snow-white, slender legs were splayed out beneath her.
She gripped them tightly, bracing herself.
Then, she lifted her hips and slammed down, catching his glans against her opening.
Having practiced this rhythm with a dildo, she began to ride him without hesitation.
"Hnnng! Hah, hnnng! No... I can't... I can't take it anymore... hah! Hah!"
As his engorged cock rubbed raw against her mucous membranes, he began to moan uncontrollably.
His hands reached up to her pelvis, trying to push her away, but she ignored him, thrusting fiercely.
On the camcorder, it looked as if he were pulling her hips down, begging her to go harder.
His cock grew even harder, pulsing as if it were about to explode.
It was a signal that he was close.
Feeling him pulse inside her, Bianca urged him on.
"Hnn... hurry, ejaculate everything!"
She increased her pace, riding him with renewed intensity.
Her goal wasn't just to drain him.
This was a reward for her own suffering and a direct act of revenge against Sophia.
'Give me all that pregnancy juice, you slutty married man. Look at how you moan... Sophia, you trashy bitch... your husband is paying the price for what you did to me...'
He began to ejaculate, and she felt the warm rush fill her with a wet, squelching sound, but she didn't stop.
She had a plan.
She had been thinking about Yena.
She hated that he showed such fatherly love for the child born of Sophia.
Now that the child was gone, she would replace that memory with her own.
'Since you like this so much, I'll extract your seed until I'm pregnant. Either you'll be filling my belly, or you'll be stuck here forever...'
She would give birth to countless children, shackling him to her so he could never leave, just like the woodcutter in the fairy tale who was trapped by his own family.
She could already imagine the look on Sophia's face when she saw the result.
Finally, his moaning ceased.
"Keokeuheuk... ugh... huck..."
The excess semen overflowed from her, spilling out.
Something was wrong.
The sheer volume was vastly different from last time. He went completely limp, his tongue lolling out, his hands dropping lifelessly to his sides.
He looked like a corpse.
Panic flared in her chest. She scrambled to press her ear against his heart.
Silence.
His heart had stopped.
Bianca turned pale.
'You can't die! Please, please!'
She vaguely remembered CPR from the internet—pressing the chest to force oxygen into the system.
She didn't even think to turn off the camera. She just started.
She didn't know the proper form, but she knew the basics: press the lungs, blow in air.
Still connected to him, she placed her hands over his solar plexus and began to pump with the raw, supernatural strength of a demon.
Every few pumps, she'd press her ear to his mouth, then force her tongue into his, sucking out the saliva before blowing air back into his lungs.
It was a chaotic, messy procedure, but her strength was enough to force his heart to stutter back to life.
Color began to return to his face.
'Oh... I have to stop for today... it'll be a disaster if you actually die...'
She pulled away, blocking the flow of semen with her hand.
Her body, resilient as a demon's, snapped back to its slender shape in seconds, though her belly remained bloated with his seed.
She checked his pulse again, listening to the weak, steady beat of his heart, smiling as she imagined the child growing inside her.
She laid there for a long time, just listening to the sound of his life.