Chapter 266 - Lewd Anal Insertion
Hayoung's silver hair was scattered messily over the cold bedsheets.
Their positions had reversed.
Minseo now straddled Hayoung's thighs.
The sheets were cool against his knees, but the heat where their skin touched was so intense it felt like it would burn.
Minseo trembled like an aspen leaf.
This wasn't just a change in position.
It was a punishment of pleasure, an inescapable yoke of submission.
Around Hayoung's smooth waist, a leather strap-on was fastened tight, looking incongruous.
In its center, a transparent silicone dildo rose up like a weapon.
Its tip, slick with gel, was aimed between Minseo's thighs, at his most secret place.
Gulp.
Minseo's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.
Hayoung lay back leisurely, her arms behind her head, looking up at Minseo.
Like a vampire before its prey, her red eyes glimmered with a languid possessiveness.
Wherever her gaze landed, his skin tingled.
It was hard to breathe.
The pressure made it feel like his heart would burst.
"What are you staring blankly at?"
Hayoung gestured with her chin toward her own lower body.
"You have to insert it yourself, Minseo."
The new command brought a shame even greater than physical pain.
He, a man, had to straddle a woman, spread his own ass, and insert a fake cock himself.
It would have been better if she had just forcefully shoved it in.
This was too blatant an act of submission.
"Ugh..."
Minseo's shaking hand grabbed the transparent shaft.
The cold, slippery feel of the gel on his fingertips gave him goosebumps.
He lifted his hips and aimed the dildo's head at his wrinkled entrance.
Tap.
The cold silicone touched his sensitive mucous membrane.
"Hahk...!"
Just the touch made his inner walls twitch and try to swallow it, like a conditioned reflex.
A moan escaped his lips involuntarily.
It was humiliating.
Yet Minseo's cock, jutting up between his thighs, was already swollen, as if about to burst.
Fear of insertion.
Anticipation of his Master's stimulation.
And the unbearable depravity of opening his own hole.
These contradictory feelings mixed together and made his cock rock-hard.
His thighs trembled pathetically.
His eyes glazed over, shaking anxiously.
Hayoung seemed quite pleased with the sight.
A sadistic smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
"Pfft. Minseo? Having trouble inserting it yourself?"
Her voice was gentle,
But hidden behind it was a sharp edge.
"Want me to help you?"
Minseo flinched and shook his head.
"Eut...! N-no...! I'll—I'll do it...!"
He knew all too well what she meant by 'help'.
If he left it as it was, she'd ruthlessly shove that weapon in.
It was physically safer to endure the current humiliation.
Minseo lowered his head to avoid Hayoung's eyes on him.
Struggling to relax, he slowly lowered his hips.
Slick.
The gel-coated head forced his sphincter open and burrowed inside.
"Heee... ugh...!"
A foreign sensation invaded his stomach.
Cold sweat poured down his back.
Minseo desperately squeezed, pushing the dildo into his ass.
Little by little. Very slowly.
He could feel his inner walls spreading, experiencing every ridge of the rubber shaft.
Squelch!
At some point, his resisting sphincter gave way, and half the dildo was sucked in at once.
"Agh...!"
A heavy fullness settled in his stomach.
At the same time, its tip pressed firmly against Minseo's weakest spot.
It was his prostate.
Just one touch,
But it was a critical blow to Minseo's thoroughly conditioned body.
His thighs trembled as if electrified.
"Haah, ah... mmm..."
Transparent, sticky Cowper's fluid dripped from the tip of his cock, wetting Hayoung's abs.
His eyes went half-glazed, drifting. Reason was paralyzed.
He needed to move, to push it in deeper, but his pleasure-soaked body wouldn't obey.
Watching this, Hayoung's eyes narrowed.
"Minseo? Isn't that too slow?"
Her lazy voice cut through the air.
"Your Master is waiting. I'll help you."
"Ah, no...!"
Before Minseo could refuse,
Hayoung's hand gripped his hips.
There was nowhere to run.
Without mercy, she put strength into her arm and yanked him down.
Schlick--!!
The dildo, which had been halfway in, was buried to the hilt in an instant.
The folds of his inner walls screamed as they were forced open.
"Gaaah--!!!"
Minseo's back arched like a bow.
A sound that was neither a scream nor a moan burst out.
It was too deep.
The dildo stabbed into a depth unreachable in normal sex, all the way to the entrance of his colon.
Pleasure bordering on pain traveled up his spine and struck his brain. White flashed before his eyes.
At the same time,
Spurt--!
From Minseo's cock, already rock-hard, clear liquid shot out like a water gun.
It wasn't a proper ejaculation.
He'd already come three times, so there was no semen left, but his body, unable to withstand the crushing stimulation, had been forced to squeeze out fluid anyway.
"Heok, heok... hah..."
Minseo panted, drooling.
Hayoung swiped a finger through the fluid splattered on her stomach.
Then she gave a satisfied, filthy smile.
"Hah... You came just from insertion? Huh?"
Her voice was a clear mix of mockery and twisted affection.
"Our Minseo, you've really become a woman now."
"Heung... haah... so goood..."
Minseo had no mind to answer.
The foreign sensation filling his stomach—
Every nerve in his body focused on the hole where the dildo was lodged, tingling in response.
In his mind, where reason had fled, only pleasure existed.
Straddling Hayoung, he kept thrusting his hips like an animal.
Unaware of how lewd his expression was, or how much it stimulated Hayoung's sadistic streak.
Smack!
A sharp slap echoed through the bedroom.
"Ahk!"
Hayoung's palm cracked across Minseo's ass. A red handprint bloomed on his pale skin.
The sting woke his senses, but immediately greater pleasure followed.
"Get a grip. This is just the beginning."
Hayoung grabbed Minseo's chin and made him meet her eyes.
"Now shake your hips lewdly. It's what you like, isn't it."
It was an order.
There was no such thing as veto power.
Minseo nodded blankly, like someone hypnotized.
And slowly, he began to move his hips.
Squelch. Squelch.
The explicit sound of gel and fluid mixing inside his body pounded in his ears.
"Hahk... hahh...!"
Every time he moved his hips, the hard shaft inside scraped past his prostate.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Cowper's fluid dripped from his cock without stopping.
The worst part was that Hayoung was watching all of this from right below him.
His gaping hole.
His swinging cock.
His dazed eyes.
Every time her gaze fell on him, his face burned with shame, but that shame acted as a catalyst, amplifying the pleasure.
He felt like a pervert.
No, he'd already been completely remade into a pervert by Hayoung.
"D-don't look... noona..."
Unable to bear it, Minseo reached out a trembling hand.
He tried to cover his cock, which was swinging obscenely.
Slap!
But Hayoung didn't allow it.
She snatched his hand, interlaced their fingers, and spread his arms out to the sides.
"You should show these things, right? Huh? Why hide something so pretty?"
Hayoung's grip was strong.
Minseo, completely trapped, had to display his most shameful part to his Master.
A perfect sense of exposure.
And perfect restraint.
"Now, shall we speed things up a bit?"
Hayoung's eyes glinted dangerously.
With her other hand, the one not interlaced, she firmly gripped Minseo's ass.
And.
Smack!
"Hyaaaah!!"
She roughly bucked her hips upward.
A forced thrusting motion, independent of Minseo's will, began.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out like strikes.
Hayoung grabbed Minseo's ass and bounced him up and down as she pleased,
And Minseo was shaken like a doll.
"Heuk! Heuk! Ah, ah, ah!!"
Everything went white before his eyes.
The sensation of the transparent dildo brutally ravaging his inner walls.
His prostate was rubbed without pause.
A vortex of immense stimulation engulfed Minseo.
"Noonaaa...! Too hard! Please...!"
Minseo begged, sobbing and pleading. His head fell back, spit flying.
But Hayoung didn't stop.
On the contrary, Minseo's ruined face and his pleasure-soaked voice only excited her more.
"No. Not until I'm satisfied."
Hayoung shot back.
Her fingers dug into his ass so hard.
The speed increased.
Squelch, slap! Squelch, slap!
Twitch, twitch.
Minseo's legs convulsed uncontrollably.
Every time the dildo plunged deep, clear fluid dripped from the tip of his cock, wetting Hayoung's chest.
The feeling of climax had already crossed its limit.
But he couldn't stop.
Because Hayoung wouldn't stop.
"I'm coming, I'm coming...! Nnngh!!"
Finally.
After dozens of merciless pumps.
Minseo's eyes rolled back.
"Gaaah!!!!"
With a scream, Minseo's back stiffened.
It wasn't a man's ejaculation.
A dry orgasm—the kind only a male whose prostate has been fully developed can feel.
Spurt! Spurt!
Thin liquid spurted from his cock in gushes.
His inner walls clenched around the dildo as if trying to bite it off.
A few seconds that felt like minutes passed.
Minseo convulsed, and convulsed again.
On top of Hayoung, he displayed his shame, that beastly moment of climax, without reservation.
"Haah... haah..."
Soon the convulsions subsided.
Minseo's body went limp like a puppet with its strings cut.
Thump.
He buried his face in Hayoung's plump chest.
"Huu... haah... no energy..."
He was completely exhausted.
Tears from the tsunami of pleasure welled up in Minseo's eyes.
He instinctively hugged Hayoung.
The one who had broken him down like this.
But in this moment, she was the only one he could rely on, his absolute Master.
Hayoung slowly stroked Minseo's sweat-damp back.
Minseo's body, still feeling the shaft inside him, twitched with residual pleasure.
"You worked hard, Minseo."
She stroked his wet hair, soothing his trembling body,
"Mmm... noona."
Minseo felt the affection in her words and breathed heavily.