Satisfaction. Or Moving Forward - 7
"Fuck, this is goddamn good..."
Seohee was savoring the moment. There was a man right in front of her—a man who wouldn't get hurt no matter what she did to him, even if she swung with all her genuine fury. Just looking at his swordsmanship, he was worlds apart from her, like heaven and earth. Even if they had the same physical abilities, her bat wouldn't so much as graze the hem of his clothes. Even if he went easy on her, even if he let her land a hit, that body of his wouldn't take a scratch. If anything, she—the one doing the hitting—would be the one reeling back from the impact.
So she could swing without hesitation.
"Haaah!"
It was a desperate shout. For an ordinary person, that swing alone could've snapped an arm or ruptured organs without a second thought. But he deflected it effortlessly with that flimsy little tree branch.
"Hng..."
Absolute. Overwhelming. Despairing.
The vibration told her the truth: no matter what she tried, she couldn't touch the man before her. Every action she took felt utterly meaningless, pounding at her heart like a drum. No matter how she resisted, she couldn't escape his grasp. Not with the levels she'd earned through her life-or-death struggles, not with the muscles honed by endless training could she break free from that iron grip.
She'd end up slammed flat on the ground. His cock, as unyielding as his fists, would ravage her pussy mercilessly. She'd be violated, over and over. The hole she'd thought good for nothing but masturbation would soon become her sole worth.
Until then, she'd resist. That pointless struggle was what excited her.
"Iyaaah!"
She charged in boldly. Her clumsy speed and sloppy attacks couldn't have shaken his "sword"—that branch—even a little. And that reckless assault was immediately punished by it.
"Oof!"
Her gut was empty. Seohee wasn't the type to charge while worrying about counterattacks. She had tough resilience to begin with, and neither she nor her girls carried guns. Sometimes you had to take a hit to close the distance fast—it was more effective that way. But the branch in his hand showed no mercy for such weaknesses, forcing her to double over, staggering.
"Keep resisting. See what happens."
And then came the sound of the branch hitting the ground.
Before Seohee could react, he was on her. Her body slammed roughly into the dirt.
"You, you fuckin'—!"
Heavy. Strong. Hard.
His hands clamped her shoulders. His body pinned hers down.
"Son of a—!"
Her body reacted. Anticipating what was coming, her pussy squirted out slick to welcome the conquering army. Feeling powerless with her bat in hand had been nice, but this—being crushed and trampled under him—was on another level.
Seohee felt a tangle of emotions. She liked him. She didn't hate being taken by him. And yet, this resistance thrilled her. Maybe it was the memory of her first time, burned too deeply into her.
That day at the convenience store, when he'd raped her, the pleasure had been overwhelmingly massive.
"You think... this is enough to fuck me?"
"Of course."
He said it casually, slipping his hand under her sports bra to knead her breast hard.
"Urghhh!"
Intense pain hit first. Then, immediately after, a massive wave of mental ecstasy. The joy of being dominated, violated by him, flooded her brain.
"Hnggg—!"
For a split second, she blacked out.
In that instant, Sunwoo stripped in a flash.
"Wha—get off!"
She had arms. She had legs. She thrashed desperately, trying to wrench free from his grip. But pounding on his chest with her "relatively" slender hands did nothing to budge him.
Her pants zipper slid all the way down. He yanked her panties aside.
"You... you think you've won 'cause I'm under you? That I look like your cocksleeve? Like some bitch you can fuck right now?!"
It was an act. A bluff. Not from him—from her own mind. She was a cocksleeve anytime he wanted, a trophy claimed after his victory in battle.
"You think... I'll let you fuck me that easy?"
She resisted desperately. Her womb already craved his cock, but her arms and legs kept shoving, pushing—or trying to. She knew nothing she did would move him.
Her legs draped over his shoulders. Mating press. A position where resistance was impossible, no matter what.
Of course, with his strength, he could've pinned her any way he wanted.
And then his cock slid inside her.
"Hnggrrrgh!"
Filled. His massive dick stuffed her full. No matter how she resisted, his rock-hard arms blocked her every move.
This... fuck... feels so goddamn good...
Failure. Defeat. Ravaged.
It felt like she'd get used to losing. Like she'd start enjoying defeat.
The man who loved her was ravaging her now, his desire laid bare—not for safety, money, food, or politics, but pure physical pleasure. Forcing himself on her body like it was worth it, whispering that her rough flesh had value.
"Heeeek!"
Her will to resist melted away like snow. Vulgar thought, but the moment his cock thrust in, she couldn't do a thing. No matter how she tried to fight, her body went limp. Even a tough bitch like her, who could beat others in a fight, was just a female in the end. Meant to fawn over a stronger, superior male, get impregnated with his seed—that was her only worth, it seemed to whisper.
"Ngh, heek, you bastard, your cock... your cock's just... fuckin' huge!"
Separate from her thoughts, her mouth screamed resistance desperately. Like a slutty girl whimpering nasally, mouthing token refusals while begging for it. She could say it because she trusted he wouldn't buy the act.
"With this... gonna fuck my pussy... ram that cock deep, mark me like a dogggggh!"
Every time his dick plunged deep inside, Seohee screamed ecstasy in her mind.
"Hnggrrgh, haaaah! Ah, ahaaaah!"
He didn't bother with technique. She knew what he could do when he really wanted to torment a woman—he'd hugged her plenty, used her as a test subject, fucked her countless times. With his skillful fingers, tongue, and whole body, he'd naturally mastered the art. If he wanted, he could make a woman writhe in pleasure without even using his cock. Just kneading tits and kissing lips could have them begging, "Please, give me your dick."
But this fuck was different. Not for her satisfaction—for his. The victor's fuck, claiming pleasure from her body.
"Haaaaah!"
Violent, coercive mating. Crushing her resistance like an ant under his shoe, solely for his enjoyment. Like scratching an itch, using her tight pussy to stimulate his massive cock, thrusting with those iron-hard thigh muscles.
"Cock, cock... fuck... cockheeeek..."
She came over and over. But her orgasms meant nothing to him.
"Hnggggh!"
His cum filled her up.
As a hunter, Han Seohee felt the sting of defeat in battle.
"Haat..."
But it wasn't over. As his sex slave, she felt the joy of satisfying her master. As a female, fulfillment from being bred.
"Fuck, that was goddamn good."
Seohee flashed a faint smile.
"Your back okay?"
Sunwoo wore a warm, friendly face—not the cold, dominant one from moments ago.
Being crushed by him was delicious in its own way, but seeing his relaxed expression like this felt good too. She loved him as her master, as her friend, as her lover—all of him.
"This? It'll heal in a few days. Anyway... rolling around with you was kinda fun. Wanna do it more often? Once the gym opens?"
"Not a bad idea."
Seohee grabbed her shaky legs and shot to her feet.
"Anyway, thanks for playing along with my tastes. I try to be more like Sua sometimes... but it never sticks."
"You give blowjobs sometimes."
"Don't even bring it up. Fuck, I thought I was actually good at it."
She playfully punched his shoulder.
"Tried practicing on a cucumber once—peeled the whole skin off in twenty seconds flat... fuck, how'd your dick stay intact?"
"Pretty tough."
"Anyway..."
Seohee met his eyes.
"Fuck, I'm still the same old me... no problems, right? Half of it's 'cause you're such a good master, though."
"Huh?"
"I'll try to be a decent slave too, even if not as good as you... "
She smiled to put him at ease—awkward, since she rarely smiled for that reason.
"You don't need to change either."
Sunwoo stared at her, puzzled.