Reborn as a Daemul
I stayed lying on the table just as I was and simply bent my knees up.
Toward the sensual curve of Subin's back—she was still grinding her hips over my groin, her body trembling—my raised knees rose like a wall.
The black-haired woman's upper body, which had been sitting and naturally rubbing her pelvis, tipped slightly forward because of my knees. Thanks to that, the root of the cock buried inside her slipped a little way out.
I rounded my hips backward into the space that had opened up.
"Oppa... ah! There... the stimulation..."
Against the lower and rear vaginal walls near Subin's rectum and anus, the head and shaft of my cock pressed with a quiet, mounting pressure—ssuuk.
I folded my pelvis forward and back exactly as if I were tracing the same path of that subtle grinding, only now while lying flat at ninety degrees. When I rolled my hips forward I thrust my belly up in a hard, rounded push so that my taut glans struck firmly near the back wall of her vagina and her cervix.
"Mmm~"
Subin, with her springy black hair, let out a soft moan as if she had just put something delicious in her mouth. I positioned my cock so it rubbed the hidden corners around her cervix; when I rolled my hips back I moved slowly at first, almost bouncing, then suddenly snapped the speed up. My penis, moving with a clear rhythm, struck those places hard all at once. After that I slowed again, moving heavy and deliberate, feeling exactly where I was touching.
Without them noticing, I had taken over the accelerator they had been controlling. Just as a woman knows a woman's body better when she touches it, I—being a man—knew exactly where to touch inside a woman's vagina. I moved so they could taste and feel the skilled technique of a man. Even if the women themselves didn't know which spots my cock was hitting, I knew from experience what reaction each place would produce. I was the one who had studied and mastered it...
"Ah~ it's weird... the feeling of it pressing right here..."
She rested both hands on my stomach for a moment; the glans inside her grew even wetter. Deep near her cervix I felt her love juices suddenly spray out, coating the cock she held inside her. I also knew which places made a woman produce a different kind of fluid she herself might not even recognize.
"Ah!! Hup~"
Her brow crumpled into a sharp triangle. Clear proof I was hitting exactly the spot I wanted. Not some shallow back-and-forth, but a subtle sweeping motion that scoured the walls and the depths. Before long Subin's pussy clung to my cock like plastic wrap sealing tight around it. The real pleasure of penetration began from here. Even the tiniest movement sent strong waves of stimulation crashing through her body.
I shifted the gaze that had been aimed at Chaewon's crotch down past my chin. Between the blonde's thighs I checked Subin's expression as it began to lift; the flush over her breasts had deepened. Veins stood out more clearly across those pretty, large, soft breasts. Confirming with my eyes that Subin's body was being stimulated exactly as I intended, I changed the rhythm so I could play with Chaewon at the same time.
By now Chaewon's entire sex was radiating a thick scent and burning hot. I gave her clit strong, elastic flicks with my tongue, then rested the clitoris on the center of my tongue, eased the tension at the root, and continued with a subtle tremor—only to tip my head back now and then and change the flow. Before the same act could grow boring I shifted gears in the oral sex.
The girl who had been grinding against me with her eyes closed so her pretty lashes showed, moaning lewdly, now—her sex still glossy and sticky with fluids—unconsciously yanked her hips forward the moment the stimulation slowly withdrew. The sight of a pleasure she didn't want to lose already ruling her body. The rough, forced yanking of my hair was gone. She still clutched my hair, but I was the one directing the sensations circling her lower body. The position of that pelvis with its clear inverted-triangle of pubic hair was now being steered by my tongue.
I gradually layered on more changes so Chaewon couldn't easily refuse.
"Suck me harder~ thicker—"
When she pushed her sex closer to my mouth with an urgent cry, I rewarded her by licking her pussy in rich variety, soft and thorough. Yet I adjusted so finely she never noticed, spacing the rewards like treats held just out of a puppy's reach, quietly luring her where I wanted. And she followed that reward willingly. In the end I coaxed her with the gentle flow of my tongue, inching backward until my neck found a comfortable angle. It felt like slowly fitting a bridle onto a body already flushed and unresisting.
Once my neck and tongue were free to work exactly as I sensed them, I took only my left hand off her breast and gripped under her thigh. I twisted her upper body so it leaned farther forward. Then, to bring my tongue within reach of the perineum right in front of her vaginal entrance, I lifted her thighs from behind her hips and pushed them slightly forward. This was the perfect position for playing with a pussy whose body was already melting. Curl the tongue up and I could lick the lower rim of her vaginal opening; flatten it down and I could almost reach her pretty anus. Because Chaewon was petite, the distance between vagina and anus was short—an advantage that let me handle both holes with ease. Alternating between the two with my tongue became simple.
At last, looking down past the tip of my nose, I saw the blonde's cute little anus.
Pretty girls all have pretty anuses too.
It was true. Every captivating woman revealed endless beauty and sensuality in every texture of her body, without a single shortcoming. Finally I buried my face deep in her lower body and greedily licked around her anus.
"No!! Ah! Oppa, not there~"
From Chaewon's mouth—usually so violent and rough—came a coaxing, coquettish voice that didn't match her at all.
You feel embarrassed there just like I do, don't you...
The more she did, the more I wanted to touch it. The forbidden ground. I wanted to see her cover her face because it was dirty and shameful. I gently lowered the right hand she had been sucking so frantically, then pressed the top of her thigh to the floor with my right elbow so she couldn't thrash and shift position at will. And, just as they had done to me, I pushed my tongue into that pretty anal hole. Standing it up... just a little... not deep... lightly...
"I hate it!... Oppa! It's dirty there! Please stop~ uheong—"
Joy and shame crashed together in her tearful voice. But these women were sculpted like works of art; nothing about them could feel dirty. I even understood the perverted men who felt lust for the secretions of beautiful women. Everything hanging on those sensual silhouettes—even what they secreted—only added to the allure. Besides, before meeting me they had cleaned and groomed their bodies meticulously in anticipation of sex. It was the same as the sensual nectar Yebin had poured out last week.
Chaewon, too, gradually stopped waving her hands away as shame mixed with the new stimulation. I had already shown her the taste of pleasure while keeping her under control so resistance was hard. Once she abandoned herself and cast off the shame, sticky sensuality naturally soaked into the blonde slender. The lewd things that excited me were just as lewd to them.
With my explosively erect daemul and the oral techniques I had studied so hard, the blonde Chaewon above my face and the black-haired Subin riding my cock with a furrowed brow both began preparing for their first climax. Beautiful, lewd women with glossy hair trembling along with their bodies, each racing nonstop in the direction she wanted, right in front of me.
I had been desperately urgent.
To climb out of that deep mire I had shouted for help outside the door for twenty minutes even after he refused and wouldn't open it. Then I shoved the medical papers I had brought right up to the intercom and kept shouting. I felt no shame. I didn't care who heard.
At last he opened the door.
"Now that I look, I think I remember your face."
He gave a faint smile.
"Before I tell you anything, I'm curious—you look young. How did it get like this?"
A sigh came first.
"My girlfriend cheated on me and passed the disease she caught on to me. That seems to have been the fatal blow."
The hospital had never given a clear diagnosis, but the starting point of the whole situation was Siyeon. That much couldn't be wrong.
Deacon Sucheon looked pained.
"Jinwoo-ssi, mine was a natural symptom that came with age."
"It was a natural phenomenon older men go through, and even then it weighed on me—but for a young person it must have been much harder."
He finished speaking, then went into the master bedroom with a little grunt of effort and came back holding something: tweezers and a small box. He opened it in front of me. A fierce buzzing came from inside; when I looked, a transparent plastic container held a huge number of bees.
I stared at him in shock.
"Have you ever been stung by a bee?"
I thought I had been stung as a child, though I couldn't remember when. All I remembered was that even one of those tiny bees could inflict real pain on a much larger human body.
"Yes, I think I was stung when I was little."
"These little bees—their stingers—are the medicine that cured me."
I still didn't understand how the treatment worked.
"We're both men, so it shouldn't matter much."
He stood up right in front of me and pulled down his lounge pants and underwear in one motion. What appeared before my eyes was a thick, massive male cock.
"I show you so you won't doubt it without seeing for yourself."
Then, as if it were nothing, he pulled his pants back up.
"I wasn't getting results from hospital treatment for prostatitis... then I heard about this from a man who keeps bees in the mountains and digs medicinal herbs."
"These days you can find some of it if you search the internet, they say."
He smiled. "But for the details you'll have to look in the internet cafés where those people gather."
I cut him off for a moment to ask what I most wanted to know.
"Then... the erections and the pain..."
He laughed.
"Erections work too well..."
A note of superiority colored the voice of the man who had once thrown a church into chaos with that huge daemul.
"The pain comes back a little after six months or a year if you stop the bee stings, but..."
"It doesn't interfere with daily life at all."
Back then my daily life was full of problems. I couldn't date, and even without dating, just urinating hurt.
"Since you said you heard the stories circulating at church, I'll be honest and add this..."
"As you saw, it even produced a thickness a man can't increase without surgery."
I had no way of knowing what size he had been before, but the size I saw right in front of me was healthy, massive, incomparably larger than an ordinary man's.
"Even though... I couldn't properly control this thing and got kicked out of the church..."
Deacon Sucheon gave a bitter smile at his own situation.
"The women said they felt pleasure they'd never experienced before for the first time."
I thought how happy he must have been—someone who, like me, had been unable to have proper relations, now receiving such praise from his partners. A man who was good in bed, big and delicious. Even religious women would have found that temptation hard to resist. That was how even a man with an unremarkable face could hold many women in his arms.
He closed the box he had brought and pushed it toward me.
"It will be quite hard. But just as it cured me, there's a chance it will work for you too, Jinwoo-ssi."
I answered with a heavy heart.
"I hope it works for me as well. Truly."
I desperately wanted it to work for me. From the bottom of my heart.
"Jinwoo-ssi." He looked at me with a wistful expression.
"Just take this with you. Roughly sixty to seventy bees."
Not a small number. One sting a day would last more than two months. What did two months matter, or even two years? The thought of those periods of pain suddenly welled up and my heart clenched.
"When you first get the bees they're strong and harder to control."
"Right now their strength has dropped a bit, so it'll be much better for your first stings. My gift."
I hadn't known that.
"If you use them all up you'll need more bees. I'll write down the contact for a place I know; order after you've finished these."
Then on a blank sheet of paper beside him he drew, with a ballpoint pen, a contact number and a sketch of a penis. With a serious face he marked stars and circles on the drawing in front of me, and also put X marks.
"I'll draw the places you should sting and the places you shouldn't."
He looked up from the drawing and made sure I wouldn't forget.
"Just because it's a place you should sting doesn't mean it hurts less."
In my eagerness for a solution I had forgotten about the pain. I couldn't even imagine how much it would hurt to be stung on something as sensitive as a man's cock. My palms were already sweating and I hadn't been stung once yet.
"How many stings on the penis, how often—you'll have to try it yourself and find out what degree works and feels good."
I couldn't answer him. But I steeled myself as I listened. If it could fix me... I was ready to take snake venom instead of bee stings. If I could properly function as a man again I was ready to jump into fire.
I clutched Deacon Sucheon's gift tightly and, following his advice so the bees wouldn't die from being cooped up, ran straight home. In my room I set the sixty bees in a safe place as if enshrining a sacred object, and prepared water and candy for them as if raising cats.
In our large family home it was hard to take out my cock and get stung. My mother opened my door whenever she felt like it, and I could never create a stretch of time when I felt safe enough to drop my pants. In the end, to avoid any embarrassing situations and to take the bee stings where my family couldn't see, I signed a lease the following week on a tiny, cheap studio apartment near the university. There was no reason to delay. I had to do it while the bees were still healthy.
And like the protagonists of martial-arts novels who seclude themselves for training, I wrestled with the bees. I studied them, cared for them, searched the internet for hours. I suffered a lot because I couldn't even grip a bee properly with the tweezers. I spent two hours at a time locked in the even tinier bathroom of that narrow studio and got stung on the eyelids. Stung on fingers and forearms, I desperately learned every day after "work" how to catch them, how to manage them, and which spots on the penis would produce results.
In my impatience I stung the wrong places multiple times; the stings left holes in my cock and the skin became ragged. It didn't matter. I could put medicine on it, and if it didn't heal then the thing was useless for anything except pissing anyway. Then, starting from the two-month mark, the pain began to lessen. When I realized that the stabbing pain I used to feel while urinating was gone—even if the bee-sting pain remained—I collapsed onto the bathroom floor and sobbed.
At six months my erectile ability returned; when I saw a pretty girl on the street or an attractive video, it hardened the way it had in my early twenties. The initial swelling had been excessive, but the more bee stings I took, the thicker the pillar of my cock became. At some point it reached a girth beyond that of foreign men. Not only function—I had become a daemul that would startle women.
She wasn't someone my heart went to, but after drinking and full of worry I went into a love hotel with a woman... That night I saw for the first time a woman put my cock inside her vagina, tremble, and even wet herself. I also saw her make animal-like nasal sounds that weren't a woman's voice, eyes rolled back, shuddering while she held my thing inside her pussy. I heard the satisfied evaluation of the woman after we finished, but what mattered more to me was that my thing had returned to normal.
That day was fourteen months after I had visited Deacon Sucheon's house.
At last I had climbed out of the dark pit.
I was reborn as a man with a perfectly erect, ultra-daemul cock.