Fighting Fire with Fire (2)
Heo Seong-ah strains with all her might, but her strength refuses to cooperate. "Kkuuk... Haa... Aaaah...!" She barely manages to clench her sphincter... but the anal plug shows no sign of budging.
"Aaaaah...!! Graaah...!!"
After repeating the effort countless times, she finally realizes it's impossible. With a wail, Heo Seong-ah clings desperately to the Manager's body.
"Kkuk...! Hnng...! Uuuk...! Aaaah...!"
The Manager silently shakes his wrist, rubbing her slick, drenched pussy. Ordinary women ignorant of sex often don't feel much pleasure from penetration, so stimulating the outer parts like this tends to work best.
"Kkuuuuk...! Auuuung...!"
Heo Seong-ah, with no prior sexual experience, is no different. Whenever lewd thoughts had stirred her before, she'd gently stroked the surface of her pussy to masturbate. Occasionally, she'd dipped a fingertip inside and wiggled it... but it was such a pathetic, amateurish motion compared to actual sex—just pressing clumsily on her G-spot.
So, for Heo Seong-ah, who knew nothing of penetration's bliss, the only spot that made her feel "good" was her clitoris.
Now, that clitoris was being stimulated mercilessly, savagely. From her perspective, it felt so insanely good she might lose her mind.
"Aaaaaah!! Aaah...!!"
At this rate, Heo Seong-ah couldn't win even if the Manager didn't hold the anal plug in place. He casually releases his grip on it and firmly seizes her thighs, which keep trying to snap shut, locking them open.
About three minutes left. It's a game he's already won anyway... With single-minded intent to let her taste the ultimate pleasure for those three minutes, he rubs her pussy relentlessly, ignoring the ache in his arm.
"Kkik! Kkuuaaaaaah!!"
Heo Seong-ah shrieks pathetically, her lower body jerking upward. Love juices erupt endlessly from her sopping pussy, splattering the floor. The shameful wet sounds assault her ears, heightening her already hypersensitive body's sensitivity even further.
"Aaaaaah!! Graaaaah!!"
Unable to endure any longer, Heo Seong-ah brings her hands down from behind her head and grabs the Manager's wrist. She tries desperately to stop the stimulation, but she has no hope of overpowering him.
"Kkuuaaaah!!"
In the end, she thrashes her head side to side, screaming until she's gasping for air. Love juices pour in a steady stream from between her quivering thighs, which tremble as if she's about to collapse.
"Kkuhuk... Kyaaaah! Aaaaah! Hnng, graaaaah!!"
Soon, she's bawling like a child, begging for mercy, but even her pitiful voice doesn't make the Manager stop.
"Kkuuuuk!!"
Her clitoris... it feels like it's truly melting away. Despite the brutal stimulation, it doesn't hurt at all—only waves of pleasure flood her mind. Having been denied orgasm for so long, the more she's teased, the more her desire to cum surges insanely.
"Graaaaaah!! Pleaseee! Hnng, let me cuuum! Just let me cuuum!!"
She screams in a mortifying voice, sobbing freely. The hell that seemed endless... stops the instant the promised ten minutes are up.
The Manager slowly withdraws his hand from her gripped pussy.
"Kkuk... Hnng... Uuuk..."
Heo Seong-ah pitches forward, forehead slamming into the ground as her body twitches and shudders, savoring the afterglow. Sticky love juices still drip one by one from her pussy.
"Haa..."
The Manager gazes at his drenched hand. An unpleasant warmth seeps from the latex glove. He yanks it off quickly and stomps down on Heo Seong-ah's prostrate ass with his foot.
"B62, what is this? I always give you a chance, but you never take it... What kind of behavior is that?"
"Hnng... Kkuuk..."
"Is that it? You actually want to, but you can't bring yourself to say it... Something like that?"
"N-no, it's not... Hnngk..."
Treated like a nympho slut driven mad by lust, she can't bear the humiliation and tearfully responds. Infuriated by her attitude, the Manager kicks her ass without mercy, toppling her.
"Auk!"
"Then what is it? If you're going to act like this, why did you accept the offer in the first place? Haa, is pulling out a single anal plug really that hard? How much more time do we have to waste on this one thing?"
"Hngg... Uuuk..."
The Manager scolds the worthless female livestock who can't even manage this, sighing with genuine disappointment.
"Haa..."
"S-sorry... I'm sorry... Hnngk, I'm so sorry..."
Her mind half-broken, Heo Seong-ah can't think straight and just apologizes to the Manager. She has no idea what she did wrong... but she bows her head sincerely in apology.
"Enough. I wasn't expecting anything anyway."
"Hnng..."
His words hurt so much, tears well up uncontrollably. Disqualified as a human and turned into female livestock... but even failing at that stings her heart. She's truly useless now.
"Hnngk..."
Lost and adrift, Heo Seong-ah feels deep despair as she presses her forehead to the ground. She wishes she could close her eyes and open them to find it was all a dream.
"Haa..."
The Manager reaches toward Heo Seong-ah's prone ass. Donning a fresh latex glove, he grips the half-extracted anal plug and yanks it out without hesitation.
"Kkhiiiik!!"
Her lower body lifts sharply toward the ceiling following the plug, assuming a rear-entry position. Through her inverted anus, crimson innards flash briefly before settling back. She's grown accustomed to this level of pain now—it only registers as pleasure as the plug pulls free.
"Haa, how could it be your fault that B62 turned out to be such a useless livestock? It's all because of my negligence as a manager."
"Y-yes...? N-no... Th-that's not..."
"No need. I deserve to die. No matter how I think about it, I'm the idiot here. Right?"
"N-no... Hnng..."
If only he'd curse her, rage, or strike her—how much easier that would be? Suddenly self-flagellating and reflecting, the Manager leaves Heo Seong-ah flustered and at a loss.
"Haa... How tragic. I lack the qualifications to be a manager."
"N-no... D-don't say that..."
"You're right. I'm an idiot no matter how you look at it."
"N-no, you're not..."
Eh? Somehow... Heo Seong-ah ends up comforting the Manager.
"Then... will B62 show me the results of the training with your actions?"
"Y-yes...?"
Something feels off. Very wrong.
"Simple. I'll restrain you so you can't move and stimulate your pussy. Just endure it without passing out like a good girl."
"Y-yes...? Th-that's..."
"Why hesitate? Isn't your problem that you 'cum' too easily? Just the other day, you were thrashing because continuous orgasms were too much. But now your body can't even cum, right?"
"Ah..."
Is that true? Convinced by the Manager's words, Heo Seong-ah falls silent.
"If you don't want to, fine. This dumb, worthless manager will go get blackout drunk somewhere and die. Seeing B62 fills me with self-loathing—it hurts."
"N-no! I-I'll do it..!"
She'd thought he deserved to die... but hearing him declare it outright stirs pointless guilt.
"Yes. Good."
Caught in this absurd conversation. Mocking the foolish Heo Seong-ah inwardly, the Manager hurries to restrain her.
"Stay still, please."
"Hnng... Y-yes..."
First, he flips her body onto her back, yanks both arms overhead, and binds them securely with thick leather. Like an armbinder, her arms are locked together—her only movement is twitching her fingers.
The Manager loops a rope through the center of her bound arms and ties it to a ring protruding from the floor. Small rings flank the overhead ring; he connects her ankle restraints to those.
"Auk..!"
As a result, Heo Seong-ah lies on the floor with her lower body hoisted high. Her waist bends nearly ninety degrees, pussy and anus pointed skyward.
"Uuuk... Hnngk..."
Only her wrists and ankles are bound tight—she could move if she tried. A slight twist of her waist makes her body sway dramatically. Escaping the restraints, of course, is impossible.
"Perfect view, B62."
Her moaning form, bound uncomfortably, is exquisitely beautiful. The Manager fetches his torture tools, squats between her legs, and grips a vibrator.
"Then, let's begin."
"Yes..."
"Until tomorrow's wake-up at 7 a.m. Exactly fifteen hours from now. Do your best to endure."
"Yes... Huh..?"
What? Fifteen hours...? Can she possibly survive that?
"W-wai, wait a minu—!"
Whiiiiiing—
Before Heo Seong-ah can finish, the small vibrator latches onto her clitoris.