It Hurts So Much
“It hurts.” “Huh?” “It hurts. It hurts so much.” “What the—?” We were a little taken aback.
For a guy forcing his way through a girl’s tight walls, all the blood in his body would rush straight there, leaving his limbs tingling with numbness and his rigidly swollen cock throbbing with pain. To hear him speak in a voice laced with genuine fear, as if this utterly natural physiological response was completely new to him… But he seemed to be hurting way too much, and a tiny sliver of worry crept in. The kind of worry that something might go wrong with him while we were in the middle of fucking him.
“Did this idiot sleep through sex ed?”
“Huh? W-what do you mean?”
“Tsk… Is it because his dick’s too big? Or maybe his stamina’s just that crazy?”
“Hey, forget it. It’ll go down on its own once we get going.”
Yeah, the fleeting concern sank away quickly. Once his cock was buried in a pussy and given time to adjust, the blood pooled there would spread back through his body, and the numbness would fade naturally. Whether we’d feel like waiting that long, though, was a different story.
“Heh heh heh.”
At my laugh, Lee Ji-an turned his head and looked up at me.
“Haa… haa… haa…”
Harsh, ragged breaths and eyes drenched in terror. In that instant, my lust boiled over like madness.
I clenched his cock hard and stared at my two friends—no, my competitors.
“I’m first.”
“Bullshit.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“W-what are you doing?! This is rape! Stop it!”
Riiip—.
“Mmph!”
I silenced the noisy Lee Ji-an by slapping the tape back over his mouth.
“How are we deciding this?”
Stealing a boy’s first time was special. It would stay burned into his memory for the rest of his life. And if it was taken by force, it would become an unforgettable trauma.
At that thought, my sadism surged wildly.
“Kuh… heh heh heh heh.”
We must have been thinking the exact same thing, because we all broke into the same low, sinister laughter at once.
“Alright, let’s settle it fast. Rock-paper-scissors.”
“Fine by me.”
We raised our hands, brimming with confidence.
Ding-dong—.
“Delivery’s here.”
The sound cut through the air, and all our eyes snapped toward the front door.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
Tap-tap-tap—.
Lee Ji-an shoved us aside and sprinted for the entrance.
“Catch him!”
“That son of a bitch!”
But…
Thump!
“Ugh.”
With blood still rushing to his dick and his body half-numb, he didn’t make it far. His legs tangled, and he collapsed face-first onto the floor.
“You’re dead.”
I hooked my arm around the fallen Lee Ji-an’s neck and hauled him up.
“Time for a little lesson.”
Leaving my two friends gesturing from the doorway, I dragged him back into the room for his education.
Bam!
“Kuhk!”
The moment we were inside, I drove a fist into his gut, then grabbed his throat and lifted him off the ground.
“You fucking bastard, just count it as an honor and enjoy it…”
“Hngh… mmph!”
Honestly, with looks like ours, all we had to do was crook a finger and any guy with a pulse would come running. No matter how much it hurt, sexual desire wasn’t something you could easily resist. Once we got going, the pain would fade, and the ecstasy a guy felt when he finally spilled his load was beyond comparison.
That was why animals on this earth had kept reproducing despite the pain. Of course, rape might only bring pain, but that was his problem, not mine.
“Change your attitude… or is this going to be rough only for you?”
I offered him a single piece of advice.
Wham!
This time I slammed my knee into his side.
“Kek—kuhk—kuhk—uek! Uwek!”
“…Oh.”
I’d forgotten. The Lee Ji-an of now was completely different from the fat pig he used to be. Back then, the thick layer of belly fat had cushioned blows like this; he wouldn’t have vomited from impact this light.
“Heh heh heh heh.”
Still, that was that. The moment my kick landed on his slender ribs, the vivid sensation of fragile bones transmitted straight up my spine, sending a sharp thrill of sadism racing through me.
Bam! Bam!
“Kuhk, kuhk!”
I drove two hard soccer kicks into the boy as he knelt on the floor, curled in on himself.
He was already caught. Before we fucked him, I wanted to vent all the desire that had piled up while he’d been avoiding school.
Bam! Bam!
“Kuhk—hup!”
“Lee Ji-an, you fucking piece of shit. Do you have any idea how lonely your noonas’ hands and feet were without you around?”
Bam, bam, bam, bam.
I didn’t hold back, raining down blows with both fists and feet.
“Kuhk, kuhk! P-please, spare me! I-I’m sorry!”
The tape had come loose enough for him to beg, rubbing his palms together desperately. That was when—
Creak—.
The door opened. I turned to see Shin Ji-soo poking her head through the gap.
“Let’s eat first.”
“Sure.”
Even the most beautiful mountain is best appreciated after a meal.
“Ack! It hurts—it hurts!”
“Shut up and come with me.”
I grabbed a fistful of Lee Ji-an’s hair and dragged him out to the living room.
“What the hell? You didn’t hit his face, did you?”
Choi Mi-ri looked horrified at the sight of him—tears, snot, drool, and cheeks still faintly red.
Slap! Slap!
“Hup—ugh!”
I made sure the other untouched cheek matched.
“I did. Got a problem with that?”
“I was gonna hit him, you bitch.”
“Heh heh heh.”
The three of us let out the same delighted smile at the same time.
A toy. That was all Lee Ji-an was—something to play with as long as we didn’t break him completely.
“Hey, set the food out.”
“O-okay.”
At Choi Mi-ri’s order, Lee Ji-an hurried to peel the plastic wrap off the sweet-and-sour pork, jajangmyeon, and fried rice on the coffee table.
“Looks good.”
We each grabbed a container and lifted our chopsticks.
“U-um…”
“What?”
At Lee Ji-an’s hesitant voice, all three of us turned.
“C-can I put some clothes on? It’s… kind of cold.”
“Pfft. As if. Turn the heat on!”
“R-right, okay.”
Lee Ji-an glanced nervously at us before standing. He adjusted the boiler on the left wall opposite the sofa, then turned around.
“Hey, hey—stay right there. Just like that.”
“H-huh?”
I pointed at the center of the room while watching his flustered face.
“Hands away.”
“U-ugh…”
At my warning, he reluctantly dropped the hands covering his cock.
“Whoa~ Now that’s a view.”
“Heh heh, no side dishes needed… looks fucking delicious.”
I nodded at my friends’ comments.
His limp, hanging dick was quite the sight, but that tomboyish face was what really drove people insane.
“Ah… fuck, I just want to beat him to a pulp.”
The urge to smash and destroy the pretty doll surged through me like madness.
Thump.
“S-sorry! D-don’t hit me—I’ll do anything, I swear!”
“Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore.”
Watching him kneel and desperately rub his hands together, I couldn’t stand it. I tossed the wooden chopsticks onto the table and stood.
“Hey! Calm down.”
“Yeah, you can scratch the merchandise, but if you pound it too hard it loses its flavor.”
“Then I’m eating first.”
“…Fine.”
My murderous glare made the other two lower their eyes.
National Assembly member or chief prosecutor—didn’t matter. Their mothers both relied on my family’s support. They might not show the hierarchy openly, but in front of money, status meant nothing.
“In return… we have a favor to ask.”
As I sat back down and picked up my chopsticks, Choi Mi-ri spoke.
“What?”
“Don’t be too rough with him.”
“We’ll see.”
“We’ve got ten days to play. We should pace ourselves. It won’t be fun if he breaks too fast.”
“…Okay.”
It made sense, so I nodded and started eating.
Slurp—.
“T-ten days…? What the hell does that mean?!”
Lee Ji-an’s horrified voice made me look up.
“Come here.”
At Shin Ji-soo’s beckoning finger, he scrambled over in a panic.
“I’ll explain it once, kindly. So listen carefully.”
“O-okay.”
“Until the day before graduation—ten days from now—we’re going to have fun. And… don’t even think about reporting us.”
“…O-okay.”
He hesitated, as if he really had been thinking about it, but eventually answered. I didn’t feel like pressing him. It was simply enjoyable watching him nod in terror.
“Heh. If you want to report us, go ahead. Let’s see what happens.”
“N-no… I wasn’t going to report anything.”
“What would happen if you did? Go on, say it yourself.”
“Um… it would just get buried, right?”
“It’s not just buried. The school violence committee. No matter how much the genders have flipped, turning you into the perpetrator would be child’s play.”
“Y-you… you…”
Anger flickered in Lee Ji-an’s eyes, as if his reverse scale had been touched.
“Heh, heh heh heh.”
It just looked adorable.
“Here, I’ll roughly explain what happens if you report us.”
As Shin Ji-soo continued speaking, tears began rolling down Lee Ji-an’s cheeks.
Video recording. It wasn’t just about leaking it. The moment a complaint with his personal information was filed, it would go straight to her mother, the chief prosecutor. Using an account created with that data, they would upload a blurred version to a monetized porn site. Then they would spread public opinion under the pretense of “going viral” to sell the video and drive him straight into the abyss. That was the threat.
Of course, some would see through the lie. But manipulating public opinion was one of the easiest things money could buy.
“D-don’t your parents care? This is different from the school violence committee! It’s r-rape!”
“Heh.”
The way he brought up our parents—like he was trying to appeal to family honor. As if that would work. I simply scoffed at what looked like his final, desperate struggle.
“What do you think will happen?”
I continued speaking leisurely, savoring the sight of that face glaring at me with eyes full of mingled fear and rage.