Chapter 199 - Chapter 195: IF Side Story - Abnormal Harem (6)
A foreign object—not as hard as usual, but with a rather pleasant texture—was pulsing inside her.
Though she desperately wanted to grind her hips and fully indulge in the delightful sensation, Miel remained frozen, her waist hovering, because she was still worried about Seon-ah.
She lowered her upper body, reaching out to stroke his face.
The display Miel put on was an obvious attempt to stall for time.
Seeing that she had merely sheathed Seon-ah's penis inside her while pretending to caress him so he could recover, Yu-rin glared at her, clearly annoyed.
"If you aren't going to do it properly, why don't you just move?"
"I just feel like enjoying it leisurely today. You wouldn't think of interfering when it's not your turn, would you?"
At Miel's retort—a perfect echo of the treatment she'd received earlier—Yu-rin clenched her fists and trembled.
"Ha... fine, do whatever you want. Once my turn comes around, Seon-ah will be begging for me anyway. In the end, I'm the one he'll choose."
She regained her cold composure, sneering at Miel.
'What kind of scheme are you plotting...?'
Seeing that sneer, Miel's anxiety only deepened.
Bianca, watching from the sidelines, was curious about Yu-rin's game, but she was currently distracted by something far more unbelievable.
A sight that defied all reason.
A succubus, actively restraining her own sexual urges.
Nearly an hour had passed since Miel had climbed onto Seon-ah, and Bianca finally spoke, sounding fed up.
"To think she's been at it for an hour already... how persistent. Truly persistent. At this rate, isn't she acting more like a saint than a succubus?"
Miel's eyes, glazed and sweating profusely as she straddled Seon-ah, looked precarious.
To be precise, she felt like she was losing her mind.
She was terrified that if she were touched even slightly, her desire would explode, forcing her to grind her hips and ravage the penis she had trapped inside her.
Ever since Seon-ah's penis had hardened again twenty minutes ago, the thought that one round wouldn't hurt had been swirling in her head.
But every time the urge hit, she steeled her resolve and calmed herself by stroking the face of the unconscious boy.
Yu-rin's voice cut through the air, sharp with rebuke.
"This is driving me crazy... how long are you going to keep doing that?"
Miel heard her clearly, but she couldn't offer a coherent response.
Her eyes spinning, she answered with a desperate, internal monologue.
"It's still my turn... I won't hand him over..."
Miel insisted she wouldn't let him go.
However, both Bianca and Yu-rin knew exactly what Miel was doing.
They could see the love fluid pooling on the bed, soaking Seon-ah's lower body, and they could see her waist trembling as she fought her own nature.
"You're a bitch who's dying to shake your hips at any second... aren't you ashamed to say things like that?"
"Heu-eut... I won't hand him over... Seon-ah is... mine..."
Miel sounded like a broken record.
Fearing her own turn would never come if this continued, Yu-rin interrupted.
"Alright. I give up. I won't rape Seon-ah even after your turn is over, so stop it."
Was she moved by Miel's devotion? Or was it just a whim?
The reason didn't matter; Yu-rin had promised not to rape him.
"Th... that... keep your word..."
Miel, her body trembling, pulled away from Seon-ah, desperate for confirmation.
In truth, she had been at her limit for a long time.
She wanted to thrust like crazy and ravage his mouth with her tongue, but she clung to Yu-rin's promise and finally moved off him.
Relieved that she had protected him, Miel clutched her own chest.
"Lee Seon-ah, wake up. I have some good news for you."
Yu-rin leaned in to wake the fainted boy.
Though his color had returned, he had been on the verge of death only an hour ago.
"Stop it! How much more are you going to torment him..."
"I'm not tormenting him. It's something Seon-ah has to choose anyway. I'm just telling him now."
'Choose?... What kind of scheme are you plotting...'
Miel watched Yu-rin with wary eyes.
A moment later, Seon-ah's eyes fluttered open as he was shaken awake, and he scanned the room.
"Ah... ah... ugh... uh..."
His voice was cracked, barely a whisper.
Yu-rin seemed to understand him, her face breaking into a wide, mocking grin.
"Yeah... asking if it's over? It's all over now. You can rest."
As if that were the answer he'd been praying for, Seon-ah shed tears and closed his eyes in relief.
"Now, I'm going to send the video to your parents. It's shorter than I thought—a pity it's only ten minutes long."
Miel glared at her, but Yu-rin ignored her.
Upon hearing those words, Seon-ah's eyes snapped wide, and he forced his mouth to move.
"Sto... p... don't... send... it..."
"Yu-rin! You're not even human! You demonic bitch..."
Miel, forgetting her own position, joined Seon-ah in his protest.
"Shut up! You hypocrite... You raped Seon-ah too, so it's useless to act noble now."
Yu-rin's face distorted as the emotions she'd been suppressing finally exploded.
She turned back to Seon-ah, her voice dropping to a quiet, chilling tone.
"Yeah... I don't actually want to send a video of your miserable state, Seon-ah. But you see... I just can't forgive it..."
'Can't forgive what?...'
As Seon-ah stared at her, utterly confused, Yu-rin sighed deeply and offered a gentle, terrifying smile.
"Looking at your expression, I guess you don't understand? You devoted yourself to those other bitches and gave them your body so freely... Shouldn't you devote yourself just as much—no, even more—to me, your real lover?"
Miel's complexion turned deathly pale as she realized what Yu-rin had been doing all along.
By handing Seon-ah over to her and Bianca, Yu-rin had been cultivating a sense of entitlement, demanding that same level of devotion in return.
It was all just an excuse to turn him into a toy she could play with, all while keeping her own hands clean of guilt.
Miel trembled, looking at Yu-rin with horror.
Bianca, too, seemed to have realized the truth, staring at Yu-rin as if she were a demon rather than a human.
"You... are crazy..."
"Yeah... I am. But if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't have gone this far. But you know what? It doesn't matter. Seon-ah is practically in my hands anyway."
Yu-rin sneered, fully embracing her nature as human trash.
She looked back at Seon-ah, her voice gentle once more.
"Are you too surprised? Don't worry, Seon-ah, I won't rape you myself... This is just to see how devotedly you act toward me. So, you see."
With those words, Yu-rin helped him stand.
Knowing what she wanted, Seon-ah led his staggering body forward, barely supporting himself.
Miel, worried, reached out to steady him.
"To see for myself how devoted you can be... I thought this method would be the best."
She stripped off her clothes and lay on the bed.
Yu-rin brought her hand to her crotch, spreading herself with two fingers to reveal the gaping, fluid-soaked entrance.
The hole looked hot enough to steam, ready to swallow and bite down on him at any moment.
"I said that video for your parents is ten minutes long, right? I'll delete one minute every time you cum. If you cum ten times, the video disappears cleanly. How about it? Isn't it worth a try?"
Yu-rin lay there, provoking him, daring him to try.
It was a position designed not for pleasure, but to measure a man's total devotion to a woman.
It was a position Seon-ah had performed every time in his previous life.
Yu-rin had wanted this—the missionary position.
"I don't really like the cowgirl position where the man is on top either... but I've come to want to see you serving me. Seon-ah, as much as I've done for you... shouldn't you do the same for me?"
It seemed the missionary and cowgirl positions were swapped in this world.
Having only been 'subjected' to rape or rape-like sex, I was learning this fact for the first time.
It was nearly impossible for me to insert myself and grind my hips with a body that had barely escaped its physical limits.
But when I thought of my parents, I had no choice.
I looked at Yu-rin, my body trembling.
At the end of my gaze, her gaping, juice-slicked pussy seemed to be smacking its lips, hungry to swallow me whole.