A Gift for Eunji
"Haa, haa..." Eunji couldn't tear her eyes away from Dohyung's massive cock. How long has it been...? The masculine scent wafting from his shaft scrambled her brain, making her feel as if she might climax from the smell alone.
"Ahn..." Normally, Eunji didn't particularly enjoy giving blowjobs, but Dohyung's cock was always the exception. Besides, it had been nearly two or three weeks since she last tasted him. Unable to contain herself, she immediately took him into her mouth.
Watching Eunji eagerly suck his cock filled Dohyung with a deep sense of satisfaction. Back in their school days, Eunji had felt like an untouchable goddess, far beyond his reach no matter what he did. And now, here she was, enthusiastically bobbing her head on his shaft... Moreover, unlike Lee Jia or Kwon Jiseon, whom he had kidnapped and forced through violence and threats, this was entirely voluntary. The blowjob Eunji was giving him right now was born purely of her own desire.
Completely unaware that Dohyung could read her every thought using magic, Eunji focused entirely on sucking him off. Her technique had improved significantly since the last time.
"What's this? You're way better at this than before. Ngh! At first, your blowjobs were so pathetic you couldn't even make me cum."
"Mgh! Mph! Pant, pant... That's because... I wanted to do it with you again so badly..." Feeling a bit embarrassed, Eunji pulled his cock out of her mouth, her face flushing red as she averted her eyes. Dohyung grabbed her head as she tried to look away.
"Then shall we go a bit harder?"
"Huh? Hard?!" Before Eunji could even process the word, Dohyung shoved his cock deep into her mouth. When she had been doing it herself, she had stopped around the middle of her tongue, keeping it from sliding down her throat. But this time, his shaft plunged all the way to the very back of her throat.
"Mgh! Mph, mgh!" As his thick shaft suddenly breached her throat, Eunji's body instinctively thrashed to push it out, but she couldn't break the grip of Dohyung's hand holding her head in place. She tried to push him away and even slapped at him with her hands to spit it out, but Dohyung didn't budge an inch.
"Alright, here we go for real. Try to endure it."
"Mph? Mgh!" Eunji didn't seem to understand what he meant, but that wasn't Dohyung's concern. At this moment, her mouth was nothing more and nothing less than an Onahole meant to please his cock.
Guided by Dohyung's hand, Eunji's head was pushed back and then pulled forward, forcing her to swallow him all the way to the root. His shaft repeatedly battered her throat as it thrust deep inside. The sheer intensity of what was happening in her mouth made Eunji feel as if she were suffocating, her mind spinning. She desperately wanted to escape his grip, but no matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't break free. Her stretched-open mouth wouldn't even close, leaving her as nothing but a tool moved entirely by his hand.
"Mgh! Mph! Mgh!" Realizing she couldn't escape on her own, Eunji's mind went blank. She stopped resisting and surrendered her body to his touch. Sensing his climax approaching, Dohyung gripped her head even tighter, pumping it rapidly like a living toy. Finally, overcome by an unbearable surge of pleasure, Dohyung ejaculated directly down her throat. Having never had anything shot straight into her throat before, Eunji instinctively tried to struggle, but the only thing she could do was swallow the thick semen pumping deep inside her.
"Whew... You make a perfect Onahole." Once he had completely emptied himself, Dohyung released his grip and pushed Eunji's head away. She immediately spat his cock out of her mouth. Coughing violently as her senses returned, she screamed at him.
"Cough, cough! Are you insane?! I almost choked to death just now!"
"Don't be like that. You liked it too."
"Liked it?! Who said I—!!" As Eunji opened her mouth to protest, Dohyung pointed a finger between her thighs.
"Then is that puddle down there just water? And tell me, what's that all over your hand?"
"Th-this is..." Eunji's pussy, which Dohyung was pointing at, was already flooded. Her juices had gushed out so heavily they had soaked the floor beneath her. Looking down at her hand, she realized it was coated in her own slick fluids. While her mind had been hazy from having his shaft shoved down her throat, she had unconsciously slipped her hand down to stroke herself.
"I noticed it last time too, but you really have a masochistic streak, don't you? Don't you remember that training roleplay we did before?"
Hearing his words, Eunji recalled the roleplay sex they used to have. One day, Dohyung had suddenly suggested an SM scenario where he would train her. She had refused at first, but when Dohyung threatened to stop seeing her if she didn't comply, she had reluctantly agreed to play the role of his slave. They had started with soft concepts—being tied up with ropes, wearing a blindfold, or getting lightly spanked on her ass—which turned out to be surprisingly pleasurable for her, and she had ended up enjoying it. Then came the day when Dohyung told her to shave, and she had obediently bared her pussy. Bound in ropes and wearing a hood, she had been dragged into a room to be used. Eunji could never have imagined that on that very day, in the room next door, Moon Taehyun had been watching them, masturbating to the sight of his wife being taken by Dohyung until he came.
Flustered by the memory of their SM play, Eunji flushed red and shouted, "No, I'm not! What do you mean, masochist?!"
"Then let me prove it to you."
"What? How—?!" Before she could finish, Dohyung wrapped a single hand around her throat and lifted her off her feet. Shocked by his sudden display of strength, Eunji thrashed as her feet dangled in the air, her breath cut off. Watching her struggle with a pleased expression, Dohyung slammed her down onto the bed.
"Ahk!" Terrified by the impact and his sudden aggression, Eunji scrambled to get up and run, but Dohyung pinned her down, trapping her beneath his weight. He looked down at her with satisfaction. Strictly speaking, Eunji was exceptionally beautiful—the kind of top-tier beauty that had made Taehyun fall in love at first sight and remain obsessed with her to this day. She had sharp, striking eyes, wavy bobbed hair that fell to her shoulders, and a slender, elegant figure. With her perfectly proportioned breasts and hips, she could easily rival any celebrity.
Dohyung immediately forced her legs apart and shoved his cock deep into her pussy.
"Ahhn!"
"Look at this. You're already soaking wet, yet you claim you're not a masochist? You crazy bitch!"
Just as Dohyung said, Eunji's pussy had already been drenched from the moment his shaft was shoved down her throat, so it welcomed his cock without any resistance. Without giving her a moment to adjust, Dohyung began slamming his hips forward, relentlessly pounding her.
"Mnh! Ahng! W-wait! Just a little, sl-slow down! Ahhaang!"
"Shut up and squeeze me tight, you little Onahole bitch!"
Dohyung's degrading words pierced Eunji's heart, but it wasn't a painful sting. Though she couldn't fully comprehend it herself, his insults made her feel strangely aroused, sparking a shameful desire to hear them again. Dohyung grunted, driving his shaft even deeper into her tight walls, and Eunji began to lose herself to the pleasure, her mind slipping away. Ah, yes. This is it! This is what I wanted! It feels too good!!
While Eunji was completely overwhelmed by his cock, Dohyung suddenly wrapped both hands around her neck. Startled by the sudden grip on her throat while her mind was hazy with pleasure, Eunji tried to react, but the relentless waves of climax kept her body trembling, her pussy squirting helplessly as she lay paralyzed.
"Ack, khh!" As Dohyung squeezed her neck, her airway constricted. Terrified by his sudden brutality, Eunji weakly thrashed, but she couldn't break his iron grip. Even as he choked her, Dohyung didn't stop thrusting his hips. Perhaps as a reflex to the suffocation and her fading consciousness, Eunji's pussy clamped down incredibly tight, squeezing his shaft with intense pressure. Enjoying the sensation of her involuntary spasms like a self-tightening toy, Dohyung accelerated his pace.
"Ngh, I'm cumming."
"Khh... Gasp!" Choked to the point where she couldn't even let out a moan, Eunji's mind went completely blank. With her thoughts paralyzed by the lack of oxygen, her entire universe shrunk to the explosive pleasure delivered by the cock pounding her inside. Just as her vision began to blur and Dohyung's face faded from view, he ejaculated deep inside her womb and finally released his grip on her throat.
"Cough! Khh... Pant... pant..." The moment his hands left her neck, Eunji desperately sucked in air, her entire body shuddering from a mind-shattering orgasm. She didn't even have the energy to complain; she could only stare blankly at the ceiling as her juices continued to spill out. Dohyung slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy, savoring the lingering warmth of his ejaculation.
"Pant... Y-you... are you... crazy? Just now... I almost choked to death..." Having barely regained her senses, Eunji spoke weakly to Dohyung, who was looking down at her with an amused grin. She wanted to jump out of bed and scream at him, but she simply didn't have the strength to move.
"What are you talking about? You enjoyed it too. You were a pretty satisfying Onahole, you know?"
"Cut the... bullshit... pant..."
"You probably didn't realize it, but while I was choking you... you were smiling. You looked like you were in absolute heaven. Hehehe!"
Eunji couldn't believe his words. Smiling while her life was literally on the line? It made no sense. Yet, there was one thing she couldn't deny: the sex they just had felt unimaginably good. Since losing contact with Dohyung, she had slept with several other men, but not a single one of them had ever given her the kind of mind-melting pleasure she had just experienced. Only Dohyung could truly satisfy her deepest desires.
"Now, shall we move on to round two?"
"R-round two?!"
"Yeah. We haven't seen each other in so long, it'd be a shame to call it quits after just one round, don't you think?" Startled by his words, Eunji looked down at his crotch. His cock was already fully erect again, as if he hadn't even ejaculated. Dohyung grabbed her legs and flipped her over. Completely drained of strength, Eunji was forced onto her stomach, her back facing the ceiling.
"W-wait! Just let me rest for a second..."
"A mere slave doesn't give orders to her master!"
"Ahhn!" Eunji's desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. Her pussy, highly sensitive from her recent climax, welcomed his shaft once more, instantly reigniting her arousal. Dohyung grabbed her arms like handles and began to pump his hips. Eunji had never been subjected to such non-consensual, rough sex before, yet strangely, her body responded with even greater excitement.
"Yes, ahng! K-keep pounding me!"
"A slave bitch speaking informally to her master?!" Dohyung roared, thrusting his cock even deeper into her core.
"I-I'm sorry!! Ahhn!" Her mind completely shattered, Eunji surrendered herself entirely to Dohyung, letting go of her last remaining senses. She couldn't escape his grip anyway, and it wasn't as if she hated the feeling. After ejaculating inside her pussy twice more, Dohyung finally sat back on the bed.
"Now, finish me off with a blowjob." Slap! "Ahhn!" Dohyung delivered a sharp slap to Eunji's ass as she lay dazed beside him, causing her body to shudder as she squirted once more. Thanks to their intense session, the bed she usually shared with Taehyun was now completely drenched in a mixture of her fluids and Dohyung's semen.
Weakly crawling across the bed, Eunji managed to bring her face between Dohyung's thighs. She took his shaft—smeared with her own juices and his leftover semen—into her mouth, meticulously licking it clean with her tongue. Once she finished cleaning him, she rolled over and collapsed onto her back.
"So, how was it? Playing the trained slave feels good, doesn't it?"
"Pant... Yes, I'll admit it... It felt amazing." Dohyung smiled, pleased to see Eunji looking up at him with a satisfied expression.
"Then I guess it's time to show you the gift I brought. Do you have the strength to stand up?"
"Pant... pant... I'm exhausted, but why?"
"Because I bought it just for you. It'll be much better if you unwrap it yourself." Hearing that Dohyung had brought her a gift, Eunji's mood instantly lifted, and she forced her exhausted body to sit up.
"Well, if you put it that way, I have no choice." As Dohyung dragged the large package closer to the bed, Eunji stumbled toward it.
"What on earth is inside this that makes you want me to open it so badly?"
"That's a surprise." Dohyung sat back on the bed and gestured for her to go ahead. Eunji placed her hands on the wrapped package. By the way, this is huge. What could possibly be inside?
The gift Dohyung had brought was incomparably larger than any normal gift box you could carry with one hand. It was a massive, heavy-looking crate that Eunji couldn't possibly lift on her own, wrapped in extravagant paper. She slowly began to tear the wrapping away.
Beneath the flashy wrapping paper lay not a standard brown cardboard box, but a heavy metal crate. It looked like solid iron, so Eunji gave it a light tap. The cold, hard sensation confirmed her suspicion. What kind of gift requires a metal container like this? Driven by curiosity, she quickly lifted the lid.
"What did you even prepare... Huh?" What lay inside the iron crate was something Eunji could never have anticipated. It was a person. Specifically, someone who looked like a woman, crammed tightly into the cramped space. A blindfold covered their eyes, completely blocking their vision, and a strange hose was stuffed into their mouth. Their hands were bound with rope behind their back, and their knees were pulled up to chest height, pressed against the sides of the crate. The person inside was wearing nothing but panties, and the hose in their mouth ran all the way down, disappearing inside the waistband of their underwear. Eunji had no idea what the hose was for.
There were two reasons Eunji assumed the person in the crate was a woman. First, though their face was obscured, long hair cascaded past their shoulders. Second, if it were a normal man, pulling his knees to his chest wouldn't cause his chest to touch his knees. But the person in the crate had prominent, rounded breasts that pressed firmly against their knees.
Shocked by the sudden appearance of a human body, Eunji shrieked and fell backward. "Kyaaaah!" She scrambled back, looking up at Dohyung, who had quietly stepped up beside her. "Th-there's a person in there! A real person!!"
In stark contrast to her panic, Dohyung remained perfectly calm. "Yeah, I know. I brought them here. Don't you recognize what's inside?"
"What...? What on earth did you bring...?" Amused by her reaction, Dohyung chuckled to himself. "I told you, didn't I? It's a gift for you. Ah, it looks like it'll be too heavy for you to lift alone. Let me help."
Dohyung walked past Eunji, reached into the crate, and grabbed the bound figure. He hauled the body out and laid it on the floor. The person from the crate, seemingly unconscious, slumped limply onto their side.
"Ah, passed out? Good grief..."
"What is this..." Ignoring the terrified Eunji, Dohyung grabbed the hose stuffed in the person's mouth and pulled it out. As Eunji stared in bewilderment, Dohyung shook the hose and spoke.
"You look like you're dying to know what this is. Well, there's no reason to keep it a secret. Watch closely." Dohyung yanked down the unconscious person's panties, causing Eunji's eyes to widen in sheer horror. The hose that had been stuffed in the person's mouth was actually inserted deep into their anus, linking the two ends.
"Keeping them locked in a crate all day is pretty harsh, so I filled their bowels with water. I attached the hose so they could drink their own backwash to survive."
Eunji opened her mouth to ask what kind of sick joke this was, but she froze. "Th-that..." As her eyes drifted from the hose in the anus toward the front, she spotted a limp, shriveled penis.
For Eunji, who had been entirely convinced the person was a woman, the sight was deeply disturbing. The upper body, with its soft, rounded breasts, looked undeniably female, yet a male organ dangled between the thighs. She couldn't believe her eyes. Even more shocking was the fact that there were no testicles beneath the shaft—the scrotum was completely empty and flat.
Eunji's mind reeled at the grotesque, unnatural sight. Unable to comprehend why Dohyung was showing her this, she could only tremble in sheer terror, her voice trapped in her throat.
"Hmm... You still don't recognize them even after seeing this much? Do you know who this is?"
"Huh...?" Eunji let out a dumbfounded gasp. What? Is this... someone I know? But who...? Prompted by his question, she carefully scanned the bizarre body before her. Yet, none of her acquaintances matched the grotesque figure lying on the floor.
"Wait..." Suddenly, a familiar scar on the person's flank caught her eye. It was a scar she had seen many times before—a crucial clue that unlocked the truth. The realization hit her like a physical blow. "N-no way...?"
"Oh, looks like you figured it out. Time to reveal the answer! Let's see... the grand reveal!!" Just as the truth dawned on her, Dohyung ripped the blindfold off the unconscious figure. Eunji clamped both hands over her mouth, her voice completely stolen by shock. The person inside the crate—the "gift" Dohyung had brought her—was none other than her husband, Moon Taehyun.