Chapter 216 - Chapter 212: IF Side Story - Still Getting Devoured (14)
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah... hng... hng... kuh-hng..."
As pleasure beyond his limits consumed him, the sounds escaping his throat were no longer human language.
Even as his body was being toyed with, only the moans she craved continued to spill out.
Splat, splat, splat!
Once again, snow-white semen spurted toward the ceiling. Seon-ah, stained with both pain and pleasure, could only shake his head frantically.
"Aaaaaak! Ah! Uaaaaak! It hurts! I hate it! Hng-hng-hng..."
Sena acted as if Seon-ah's screams were of no concern.
She stared blankly at the semen dripping from her hand as if possessed, then began to laugh.
"Kikik... It's coming out even more than before, isn't it? Bianca, this seems to be quite effective, right? Should I feed him another bottle?"
'If he dies like this... there's no way to recover the Magic Power...'
Under normal circumstances, the death of one or two humans wouldn't be a big problem.
However, Seon-ah was the target for carving the Yin Mark to replenish the Magic Power she needed to return to the Demon World, and an asset that would grant her wealth and glory once she returned.
Recalling that fact, Bianca turned pale and shook her head, speaking to Sena.
"No. What you've fed him already is close to a lethal dose... If you mess up, he might die!"
"But it's coming out so much. Since this fucking slut loves to spray it everywhere, maybe if I pour more aphrodisiac into his mouth, he'll eat it up deliciously? And maybe he'll even beg to spray even more?"
Something was wrong.
Sena was calmly saying things as absurd and terrifying as the crazed expression she wore.
It was impossible to reason with her.
Was this Sena's true nature?
Even demons, who live such insane lives that they don't know what morality is, don't show this level of madness.
It felt like something had gone terribly wrong from the moment she brought Seon-ah into this room.
At first, she wanted to make Seon-ah her own, but now it seemed like tormenting him had become the goal.
As if she were possessed by something.
"Calm down a little... When you first asked me, you said you wanted to have Seon-ah?... But now you're acting like it doesn't matter if he dies... You're acting strange... Has something happened to your head?"
"Hihihit, but what can I do?... It feels... so good?"
Even though she wasn't having actual sex, just rubbing and abusing the male's genitalia with her own hands, she was enjoying it as if she were feeling intense sexual pleasure.
"Haa... haa... I can't hold back anymore... I wanted to drain him completely and make him mine before doing it... but when he sprays this much cum... I just want to ravage him..."
"Weren't you the one who said we didn't have time?..."
"That's none of my business anymore. I've wanted to do this for so long... How can I hold back? There's a man right in front of me, obscenely shaking his hips, begging to be fucked. And it's the Seon-ah I've dreamed of, standing so hard and begging to be fucked, and you want me to hold back?"
However, unlike Sena's words, what Bianca saw was a man collapsing on the bed, unable to handle the pain and pleasure, writhing in agony.
She knew Sena wasn't in a state to listen to reason, but after laying hands on Seon-ah, it seemed she was now projecting her own delusions onto reality.
And as if to prove that what she said wasn't a lie, Sena suddenly took off her skirt and panties.
The skirt stained with vaginal fluids and the soaked panties fell to the floor with a wet thud.
The transparent love juice flowing down her thighs and the way her pussy opening was gaping were clearly visible.
Once her lower body was free from the constricting clothes, Sena climbed back on top of Seon-ah.
And when she reached a position where she could swallow his cock completely by lowering herself just two spans, Sena looked at Seon-ah and said.
"I don't know about anything else, but I'll promise you one thing. You're going to spray more than you ever have while mixing your body with other bitches."
With a smile filled with madness, Sena spoke as if she were having fun, then thrust her hips down in one go.
With that, the cock, slippery and covered in semen, slid inside Sena.
Seon-ah, who had been leaking semen like a broken faucet due to constant stimulation, felt a stimulus even greater than when he was being ravaged by hand, and with unfocused eyes, he struggled with all his might before his movements finally ceased.
And then, his cock twitched and pulsed again.
"At! Aaaa! Hng... hah... hii...."
Slurp, slurp.
From the junction connected to Sena's pussy, the sound of thick, viscous liquid rapidly escaping from the small opening could be heard.
"Haa... hng... are you spraying again? You fucking slut... have you been so loose with your sperm with other bitches too? How developed must your body be to spread your seed so easily like a whore!"
However, there was no answer.
"Hah... hah..."
Seon-ah, feeling a massive stimulus that he couldn't tell was pain or pleasure, let out a weak moan and then fainted, his eyes rolling back to show the whites.
"Ah... he fainted? Well, since his cock is still standing hard, I'll let it slide this time. So, I'm moving now?"
Knowing that there wouldn't be an answer from Seon-ah anyway, Sena began moving her hips up and down without giving even a moment's break.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The same wet sound as before.
However, unlike when she used her hands to rub him indiscriminately, it was making a rhythmic sound.
"Hihit... hahahaha... hihihit! I'll keep tightening until your cock becomes the perfect size for my pussy... By the time you come to, you'll be a body that can't function without me. Look. For. It."
Sena began to laugh like a madwoman, drool leaking from between her lips.
Watching Seon-ah, who was trembling and convulsing as if having a seizure, she thrust her hips violently and continued her hip thrusting.
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"Hmm?... That's strange. I didn't get a text from Seon-ah today..."
After doing a joint broadcast, Seon-ah would always send me a text in the late evening, saying he got home safely and talking about what happened during the broadcast.
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Usually, a message should have arrived by this time, but even late into the night, there was no contact from Seon-ah.
"Should I try contacting him first?... Ah... no... he might think I'm too clingy."
Because of what happened due to that clinginess the first day I brought Seon-ah to this house, I still regret it to this day, so I had to hold back.
That incident, where I almost left an indelible scar on Seon-ah due to my sticky, gloomy desires, still remained vividly in my heart.
"Still... I am curious... Usually, Seon-ah would have left a message first... Since he hasn't sent one yet... I'm worried..."
I was afraid Seon-ah might think of me as a stalker, but I sent him a text, wondering if something might have happened.
[Seon-ah? Did you get home safely?]
[Yeah. Yu-rin, I'm home now. Is something wrong?]
'Normally, you would have sent a message first, Seon-ah... You just forgot to send a message, right?'
[No... it's nothing like that, I just wanted to see if you got home safely.]
[I got home safely, so you don't have to worry. Well... I'm busy, so I'll contact you later.]
"Something is strange?..."
It was different from usual.
The Seon-ah I know didn't send awkward and stiff-sounding messages.
Moreover, unlike his usual self, where he was thoughtful in every word so as not to make others feel flustered, his attitude seemed so cold.
If his usual way of speaking was a reaction like, 'I got home safely, so don't worry. By the way, that part during the broadcast today was fun,' the message he sent me this time had a nuance like, 'I'm busy now, so could you stop bothering me?'
"...Is he still angry about what happened then... Well, it is my fault... I have no choice but to accept it all..."
Seon-ah said he would forgive me, but I wondered if there was still some resentment left in his heart.
As I was struggling with these difficult thoughts for a while, a moment later, I heard the sound from the intercom in the living room that occurs when someone calls from the front door.
"In the middle of the night?... Someone is ringing the doorbell in the middle of the night?..."
It was an unsettling feeling.
"Who is it?... Calling for someone in the middle of the night..."
"I am Min-ah, Seon-ah's mother. Seon-ah said he sometimes broadcasts from here. Is Seon-ah here by any chance?"
Did I hear wrong?
'Seon-ah's mother?... And she's looking for Seon-ah here, not at home... Seon-ah clearly said in his text that he was at home...'
Up until just a moment ago, when I was texting Seon-ah, he said he was at home, but according to what this woman who claimed to be Seon-ah's mother said, Seon-ah didn't seem to be at home.
What on earth happened...
Confusion filled my head for a moment, but there was only one thing I had to do.
The only thing was to verify the facts first.
"... Please come in first. I don't know anything either, but I will help you as much as I can."
Seon-ah's suddenly cold attitude, Seon-ah saying he was at home, and his mother anxiously searching for him, contrary to that claim.
I felt like I could finally understand what this strange feeling was.