Chapter 19
I scooped Han Seohee up in my arms and laid her right on my bed.
I gently stripped off her clothes. It wasn't like she had an endless supply, so I couldn't just rip them every time I wanted her.
Once I'd tossed my own clothes aside, I could feel her gaze shift.
Her eyes burned with fury, humiliation, and pure hatred toward me.
The act had begun.
"You fucking bastard... Guys like you can't get a girl to stick around unless you pull this shit, huh?"
"When a woman this fine is right in front of me, why worry about that?"
"Kuh!"
Lying there on the bed, Han Seohee was completely defenseless, her arms and legs limp at her sides.
The only parts she could move freely were her neck, waist, mouth, and eyes.
And she was putting every one of them to work, playing the part of the woman desperately resisting me.
"No, right?"
I flashed the sleaziest grin I could muster and caressed her breasts.
Not roughly. She couldn't resist anyway.
I could take it slow, easy, waiting for her body to heat up.
"F-fuck! Get your hands off! I said get off! Ahhng!"
I circled my fingers around her areolas, poked her tits lightly, and finally gave her nipples the tiniest twist.
She writhed and bucked her hips in protest, but it didn't hinder my hands on her chest one bit.
"Look at this. They're standing up straight."
"That's... Hnng, 'cause you keep groping them, ahhht!"
She'd loved the rough stuff before, but this gentle play seemed right up her alley too.
"So, what can you do about it?"
I leaned in closer and flicked my tongue over her nipple.
"Kyaaht!"
"Even if I grope your tits like this, lick 'em, suck 'em... you can't do a damn thing!"
"If... if my arms worked, you'd be..."
"We'll talk when they're better."
True to my word, I toyed with her body. Played with it like a toy.
I dipped a finger in her navel for a light tickle, pressed on her belly to savor her reactions.
"P-pervy fuck! Where the hell are you touching?!"
"Wherever I want."
My body and cock were warming up to this sex too.
The woman before me—Han Seohee—couldn't do a thing. I was soaking it in slowly, like clothes getting damp in the fog.
I could poke her breasts, tickle her underarms, trail my fingers down her collarbone and neck, and she couldn't fight back.
"Hnn, no. Don't touch. I said don't touch..."
I could stroke her thighs, slide fingers between her toes, slip my palm between the bed and her ass to knead it, and she was powerless.
"Wh-where are you touching? Stop, I said stop!"
A light press on her head with my left hand, and I could pinch her cheeks, kiss her lips—no resistance.
"I'm not some onahole! Not your jerk-off toy to ram whenever you want!"
"Nah, you are an onahole."
To be precise, more like a RealDoll.
A tool made solely for a man's lust. A passive slave that only moved at her master's command.
"Let's start with that mouth..."
I lifted her body and flipped her face-down toward me.
"Height's a bit off."
I grabbed two pillows, wedged them under her chest and thighs to prop her up.
Now, squatting on the bed, her mouth lined up perfectly with my cock.
"Heh... One heads-up: bite if you want. Won't hurt anyway."
My hero's body was tough as hell—normal woman's bite couldn't scratch my dick.
"Suck it."
I tapped her face with my now rock-hard cock.
"Guh..."
She made a face like she was barely holding back humiliation and shame. Her defiant eyes met mine.
I poked her cheeks with my cock, even slapped her with it.
I caught the raw lust flickering in her eyes, unhidden.
"Fuck, you think I'll open wide? Force it if you dare, you shitty bastard."
"Oh? You sure about that?"
"Do your worst!"
We were in character, but exchanging desperate signals too.
My line—bite if you want, won't hurt—was narrative flair, showing her humiliation and my overwhelming physique, but literal too.
Blowjobs were usually at a woman's mercy. Even overpowered, a pissed-off woman could castrate a guy.
Not me. So I signaled: resist all you want.
Her words were the same—a hint.
She was urging me: force my mouth open.
"If that's what you want... fine!"
I shoved fingers in her mouth, pried it open by force.
"Mmm, mmmphh..."
This was our one power struggle.
Her only fierce resistance, using just neck and face.
But of course, she couldn't win against me.
My strength won. I forced her mouth wide and thrust my cock down her throat.
"Mmmphhhooo!!"
She fought desperately to close her mouth, bite my cock, pull her head back.
But with my grip on her head, it was pointless.
I said it was okay to go deep...
High-level hunters were near-superhuman—no need to worry about safety in normal play.
She wouldn't suffocate.
"Oooogghh..."
Naturally, she couldn't speak.
With my cock filling her mouth and throat, voicing words—needing air vibrating the vocal cords—was near impossible.
But we were communicating.
Our eyes locked. We both knew instantly: massive pleasure for us both.
The satisfaction of ravaging Han Seohee. Filling—not her pussy, but her mouth, throat, voicebox—with my cock, violating it.
Her struggles added killer stimulation. Tempting.
"Fuu..."
I slowly pulled out of her mouth.
"Gahk, ha, fuu, haa..."
Han Seohee panted raggedly, glaring defiantly.
"Your dick's fucking huge, shithead. Too much for you? Premature ejaculator can't handle the stim?"
Truth was, I wasn't great at holding back. No need to.
Even after blowing a load, my cock stayed hard. I could wipe and piston again, cum as many times as wanted.
"Too much, so gonna dump one in that mouth. Onahole bitch."
"What—mmph!"
I stuffed her mouth again. She tried to clamp shut.
"Mmph..."
"Useless."
Too late. Already tipped in, I shoved hard. She had to yield her throat.
"I'll use it right."
Grabbing her head, I rocked it back and forth.
"Mmph, mmphh, mmhk, hnnmphh!"
She resisted nonstop. Every bit stroked my cock.
Her lips at mid-shaft felt different from root or tip.
Haa...
Pure masturbation toy sensation.
Her head moved by my hand. Speed, depth—all my control.
"How's it feel?"
"Mngh, mmblt, grk, hnnmph..."
Her body shuddered. Resistance weakening.
The wild thrill of forcing her biting mouth faded, but pleasure didn't.
Her smooth, slutty throat and tongue, moving exactly as I guided—plenty hot.
"Cumming."
"Mmmphh!"
She thrashed, but limbless, it was just wriggling.
"Swallow. Won't let go till you do."
I blasted cum straight down her throat.
"Mmmguuugh..."
She glared resentfully, then gulped it down like choking back humiliation.
"Fuck... that's it now, right? No more? You came once—should be satisfied!"
Another signal.
She knew me: one load wouldn't cut it.
"Nope."
I scooped her up. Not light, but to me, human weight was human weight.
"Now I'll fuck you like a dog. Onahole bitch."
"Hnn..."
I felt her breath tremble.