Born to Breed Bastards
The bathroom floor was cold and slick with old tiles.
“No. Daddy. Stop. Daddy. What the hell are you doing!!”
Noah thrashed with everything she had, shoving at her father’s massive frame. But it was useless.
“Honey… honey… my sweet honey… I love you…”
Her father was a 190-centimeter wall of muscle. Even though Noah stood at a towering 240 centimeters, when a drunk man that size decided he was going to have her, size stopped mattering. Especially when she was already drained dry from an entire night of abuse.
“Honey… it’s been so long, let’s do it again…”
She had nothing left. No strength to fight.
“Kyaaaak!!!”
Her legs were wrenched apart. The place that had been tormented all night—swollen, bruised, still twitching—was exposed completely under the harsh fluorescent light.
“Aah, my honey’s pussy looks so delicious…”
Her father buried his face between her thighs and licked her like a starving animal.
It was swollen beyond recognition, the delicate membrane torn and raw, yet—
“No…♡ Daddy…♡ Please don’t… please…♡♡”
Whether it was because the inner flesh had been laid bare or because her mind was desperately trying to escape the pain and terror, her body betrayed her without mercy.
“No… ahn?! Daddy… if you suck there… you can’t… please… aeu…♡♡”
She came anyway. Hard.
And so it went.
“Ah♡. Ah♡. Ah♡. Ah♡.”
“No♡ No♡ No♡.”
“I hate feeling good. Stop it. Stop making my pussy feel good, Daddy♡♡♡.”
Her body shook weakly wherever his hands guided it, and the violation continued.
Eventually her father, drunk and spent after using her for what felt like hours, collapsed onto the bathroom floor with a heavy thud.
“Daddy… came inside me again…”
Noah stared down with empty eyes at the thick white fluid leaking from between her trembling thighs. Her entire body kept twitching in the aftershocks of yet another unwanted orgasm.
“Ah…♡♡”
Her bright red, puffy folds still clenched and drooled, making wet, obscene sounds as they sucked greedily at the air.
Sex with her father was—horribly, disgustingly—pleasurable.
After she washed him, dragged him to bed, and tucked him in, Noah finally staggered back to her own room.
“Ah…”
Her head smacked against the doorframe again. She didn’t even have the energy to flinch.
She was too tired. Too hurt. Too scared. Too exhausted.
All she wanted was to sleep.
“This bed is way too small…”
She curled up on the narrow mattress like a broken doll. At Dohyun’s house he always lined up several foldable mattresses so she would have enough room. It had always felt so wide. So safe.
“Uncomfortable…”
Here, everything felt suffocating.
“Dohyun… Dohyun…”
She whispered his name through broken sobs.
Yes. This had to be a dream. Just a very, very bad nightmare.
“When I wake up… I’m definitely going to nag Dohyun to buy a better mattress…”
When she opened her eyes she would be back at his house. She would complain about the hard, cheap mattress and he would tease her like always.
“Then buy one with your own money.”
She would whine about food. “Make me ramen. Or cook something. English breakfast today?” And he would grumble, “Don’t you have hands? Cook it yourself.”
That was how it was supposed to be.
“Still… maybe tomorrow I’ll treat him to X-Morning with my money… hehe…”
Sometimes it was nice to spoil him a little.
“But he has to make dinner…”
She would leave the more expensive, troublesome things for him. He would complain—“Why do you always make me do everything?”—but he would still do it.
Because that was just how Dohyun was.
“Dohyun… hehe…”
She slowly sank into sleep, convinced the nightmare would end.
The sharp pain and sorrow gradually faded. Her breathing evened out into a soft, steady rhythm.
Then—
“…Huh?”
A ringtone shattered the quiet.
The name glowing on the screen was one she had never saved.
Master.
After a long hesitation, Noah answered.
“Hey. Slave bitch.”
The voice belonged to Suhwan.
“I filmed every single time I fucked you, you know? If you report it or run your mouth, I’ll spread all your personal info everywhere online. I’ve already contacted all my friends and every single one of my acquaintances. They’ll be calling you too, so keep your phone on 24/7. And if you get paid for whoring yourself out, don’t you dare pocket any of it. Hand every last won over to me.”
He finished with a cold, casual blow.
“You’re going to live the rest of your life as my slave bitch, so make sure you remember that.”
The call ended with a click.
“….???”
Immediately, messenger notifications began exploding one after another.
Most of the senders were strangers, but many names were sickeningly familiar—seniors from the club she had briefly joined before ghosting, male classmates, older male students from school… Even friends from her previous high school somehow knew.
Every single message was about violating her body.
Noah clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block out the endless barrage of alerts, and cried through the entire night.
“It wasn’t… a nightmare…”
It was reality.
And the nightmare kept going.
From then on, Noah either obeyed every command from Suhwan and his crew or sold her body to whoever they told her to. At first it was hell. But before long—
“Nghh…♡ Haa… it feels good…♡♡ Ah… right there…♡♡”
“My pussy… ughhh….♡♡ Please make my pussy cum…♡♡”
“Oppa’s cock tastes so good… Noah’s pussy is devouring oppa’s cock… it feels so fucking good…♡♡”
“Hehe… hehe… I cum just from being touched, I’m such a pathetic bitch… please use my fat tits and ruined pussy…♡♡”
She had started to enjoy it.
Or rather, she couldn’t survive if she didn’t at least pretend to.
Sometimes they made her walk the night streets completely naked with them.
“This pathetic Noah pussy… after getting fucked every single day it’s completely ruined… hic… I can’t even feel normal cocks anymore…♡♡”
Other times she went even further.
During a live internet broadcast, she squatted in a frog pose on a crosswalk and shoved the metal barrier pole straight into her cunt.
“Master… ugh….♡♡ With this… this worthless Noah bitch… will masturbate her pussy… Please watch me fuck myself with the barrier pole…”
“Ah… ahi… ughhh… euh… I love this…♡♡ Wrecking my ruined pussy with a barrier pole and masturbating in public is so fucking good…♡♡”
Noah was so happy (it hurt so much).
Of course, that wasn’t the only source of her “happiness” (pain).
“Honey… I love you, honey… thank you for coming back to me…”
“Yes… I love you too… hic… baby… I love you so much—ugh?!?!♡♡♡”
Even at home she wasn’t allowed to rest. Her father was almost always blackout drunk and used her body to relieve his lust.
Noah was so happy. (It was agony.)
There was never a moment of peace.
Day and night, her womb stayed constantly full, sloshing with semen.
She had to run out the moment Suhwan’s group called, even if she was asleep. Sometimes her drunk father would climb on top of her while she was unconscious.
She lost count of how many men had used her body once the number passed the hundreds. By now, after several months, it had easily reached four digits. Maybe even…
“Haha… no way…”
She laughed dryly at the thought that it might have passed ten thousand. Surely not. It couldn’t be.
The first time she got pregnant, Suhwan’s crew refused to pay for the abortion. So she sold her body to a group of drunk homeless men, took the money, and ran to the obstetrician without even washing.
The receptionist took one look at the giant woman covered in semen, urine, scratches, and a stench that could peel paint, and recoiled in horror.
“Ma’am… this isn’t a psychiatric hospital.”
The memory made Noah laugh bitterly.
The second time she was too ashamed to go back to the same place.
Even on the days she had the abortions she was still summoned, passed around like a toy by Suhwan’s friends, then raped by her father again.
When they found out about the abortions. When they found her birth control pills. Each time she was beaten so badly she couldn’t even think about preventing pregnancy anymore.
“What am I supposed to do if I get pregnant…?”
She had asked through ugly sobs.
“Just give birth, you stupid bitch. You’re a cunt born to spawn kids anyway.”
More violence. More torture.
“This bitch is tough. Fun to beat.”
Standing in front of Suhwan as he cracked his knuckles, Noah forced a servile smile.
“Y-yes… hehe… I’m… a girl born to have babies…”
Now all she could do was wait for the next pregnancy and pray that, by some miracle, it wouldn’t happen.
Or if it did happen…
She hoped it would at least be a normal child.
Among the countless “Masters” she had been forced to service, many had been in terrible physical condition. Dying elderly men with dementia, people with grotesque disabilities she had never seen before, the mentally ill—
She had even slept with men whose bodies were covered in angry rashes and strange scabs. Each time she had prayed desperately that whatever they had wouldn’t be contagious.
That was the life Yoon Noah lived now.
A life with no end in sight.