Episode 164: Afterstory (6)
"Huuu."
As I let the breath out after finishing, Youngeun had already lost consciousness, twitching and jolting through intermittent spasms. I'd come close to a liter, and it showed — her lower belly had swollen out to something like a four-month pregnancy.
Still less than last time, though...
Telling myself I'd managed to hold back, I closed Youngeun's eyes. Franc and Hwayeon came in close, caught my arms, and rubbed their breasts against me as they spoke.
"This is what Youngeun wanted. You don't need to feel guilty, Seoha."
"Franc is right. Swallowing your sadism whole isn't always the better choice. You have to let a little of it out at a time. Hold, and hold, and hold until it bursts, and you'll do worse than if you'd never held back at all."
...Huh?
I think they've got this wrong... Eh. I'll leave it.
Hwayeon and Franc pressed lightly at Youngeun's swollen belly, marveling. Or was that envy?
Carefully, I drew my cock out of the petals still clamped tight around me. Just like last time, her ballooned womb caught on the pubic bone, and with a soft pop the head slipped free of her.
The opening drew back into its proper shape almost at once, so I didn't think there was a real problem — but just in case, I ran Spatial Perception over the unconscious Youngeun, head to toe. Her physical ability had fallen nearly to H Class, and yet a body rewritten by Phase Power was a different thing. It didn't look like we were headed anywhere dangerous.
Come to think of it, Hwayeon had been fine too, even when I'd lost my mind to sadism on her first time and pounded her like a madman.
I looked at Youngeun's swollen womb and released a stage-one Healing Wave. The Phase Power that had been spinning in ragged circles settled; the wounds on her sex, as if she'd only just had her first time, closed up clean; and Youngeun's eyes fluttered open.
Worked like a charm.
"Ah... Oh my."
Waking, Youngeun looked down at her swollen belly, touched it, and let out a sigh of wonder. Franc and Hwayeon, seeing her body restored to normal in an instant, gave small nods.
"The effect of Healing Touch is remarkable."
"Hm? How long was I out...? I remember taking Seoha's Turtle into my womb because I got greedy, but after that my memory just cuts off."
"You passed out the moment you took it, falling backward. More to the point — you actually managed to take that monstrous Turtle?"
Franc answered Youngeun's question in my place, and for some reason Youngeun looked immensely proud of herself, giving a little shrug.
"Ufufu. I had a feeling I could do it this time!"
And she calls that 'possible.' That's the problem... She was soaked through with sweat, glistening, flushed pink — and she looked utterly happy. Then she turned her head, eyes sparkling, and made a request of me.
"If you're going to wake me, do it while you're still inside~. Next time you absolutely have to, all right?"
"...R-right."
She's not planning to stop at one round?!
I was sighing in relief that we'd gotten through the first round in one piece when Youngeun nestled into Franc's arms and started squealing her review — how it had felt when the head entered her womb, how that huge thing had come in inch by inch until the thrill felt like it would snap her waist.
She seems to think this is break time. If she really believes that, she's badly mistaken.
Hwayeon, as if she'd been waiting, brought over the paddle she'd hidden under the bed and held it out to me.
"Here. Use this. Hehehe. I do so look forward to the sight of Yu Youngeun, Ma-dam, howling like a beast."
"Wh-what's that?"
Youngeun, still talking with Franc, noticed the paddle in my hand a moment too late. Her eyes trembled as she asked. Franc shoved her off and smiled, wicked.
"Ufufufu. The magic stick that'll make Youngeun squeal like a sow?"
At that dark, unreadable smile, Youngeun flinched. I smiled wryly and brought the paddle down lightly across my palm — a lover's rod, made for this.
At the smack, Youngeun startled, her eyes asking, You're going to hit me with that?
Finding it oddly fun, I tapped my palm again. At the sound of skin meeting skin, she flinched once more and hunched her shoulders.
"I wonder just how much of a masochist Youngeun really is."
Youngeun, who had been playing the princess to the hilt as today's protagonist, was now a criminal, bound atop the bed.
Face-down, both arms stretched straight forward and pinned in Hwayeon's grip, both legs lashed in pitch-black leather and spread wide in a straight line, the straps looping down around the bed and back up into Hwayeon's other hand. In other words, she was fixed in place. Hwayeon sounded entirely too pleased about it.
"The straps, too, are specially worked hide from a Forcepeed Cheetah, made exceedingly sturdy. In Madam's present condition, resistance is quite impossible. An optimal arrangement, one might say, for toying with a woman's helpless body while she lies bound, cursing it."
"Isn't that right? They say if you hit the wrong spot, the backside splits open, and if wind gets in through the anus and stabs a lung, a person can die — so we really must be careful."
"Eek...?! G-girls, wait a second?! Th-this doesn't seem right. Hey!"
Youngeun squirmed her immobilized legs, struggled to pull her arms free of Hwayeon's grip, and twisted in a panic, trying to turn her head far enough to see me standing behind her. No matter how far she craned, she was in no position to see me.
The one pinning her arms and fixing her legs was Hwayeon, a B-ClassPhysical Reinforcement user. The bed itself had been built extremely tough from Aberrant byproducts, for the sake of Physical Reinforcement users. Even if Youngeun thrashed, escape would be difficult.
But if she resisted in earnest, she might smash something and turn this into a scene!
"Oh, right. I've got Mana Mode off, just so we're clear. If Youngeun starts thrashing, I could get hurt pretty bad too."
"...!"
Safety on. With that, Youngeun's resistance was perfectly sealed.
I didn't want to paddle that pretty, cute ass until it swelled red... and yet some corner of me wanted exactly that, and it left my head a mess.
But Hwayeon had a point, and Youngeun's Physical Reinforcement had nearly come back. No matter how hard I swung, she wouldn't be seriously hurt.
Franc's slender fingers trailed down Youngeun's spine, then — slick — a thin finger pushed into her sex, teasing the inner flesh, soothing her.
"It's all right. Youngeun has a masochistic female attribute in her too. You'll surely make lewd sounds and love it."
"Hyaang!? N-nooo! I only like it when Seoha's the one doing it to me! I don't have a hobby of enjoying paiiin!"
"Hm? But that pain is something Seoha's giving you too, isn't it? When he was driving into you, piercing your womb, and you were thrashing — was that all an act?"
"Ah...? Now that you mention it, you're right?"
Youngeun, who had been squirming and resisting all the while, went still at Franc's words and let out a dazed little sound.
"U-ugh. I suppose there's no helping it... G-go easy on me?"
I brought the paddle down hard on my palm. A sound like splitting flesh rang out. Youngeun's bound body flinched at it, and she strained to turn her head toward me — but a human neck has a narrower range of motion than you'd think.
"I'll decide once I see. All right, we're starting, so brace yourself."
I fetched a pillow, slid it under her lower belly to set a better angle, and tapped lightly. Smack, smack. A thick, meaty sound filled the room.
"Nn. Aing."
Propped on the pillow, her raised backside drew a pretty curve. I looked at the pale pink petals bared so appetizingly, pushed a finger in, and poked at the thin hymen that had grown back across the entrance. I stroked the clit, still engorged, its hood drawn back to show itself, and slick welled up almost at once.
Good. Getting her sensitivity up doesn't take any time at all. Caressing the pretty chrysanthemum of her anus, I whispered at her ear.
"Heh heh. A few light smacks on the ass and you're already excited. Look at you. Youngeun really is a masochist sow, isn't she?"
"Hnnngh..."
I rubbed a slick finger over that cute little hole, white flushed pink, then pushed in without warning.
"Nnngh?!"
Her sphincter clamped down on the finger, and her hips twitched.
"Then we begin."
"Y-yes!"
I struck hard enough to leave a palm print. Her full cheeks rippled, jiggling. Watching that, I took the paddle in both hands and raised it overhead.
Youngeun was C-Class. Factoring in how badly her Phase Power had been rattled, maybe around E-Class? But her stamina and regeneration were more than enough. As hard as I'd hit Choi Soohan... no. A touch lighter than that.
The paddle came down.
"Hnnghaah...!"
The moment it met Youngeun's pale cheeks, the flesh shoved aside and rolled in a wave, and there was something beautiful in the way it moved. Her legs and arms jerked, her head snapped back, her eyes flew wide — and from her sex, whether from the impact, a couple of drops of semen leaked out.
I held the follow-through for a while, then slowly lifted. The broad face of the paddle peeled off her skin, and a backside ripening red showed itself.
"Hah... hah!"
"How's it feel?"
"Nngh...! Hah, i-it feels. Strange...!"
She panted, voice faint as if her throat had closed, but pleasure seemed to be winning over pain — her waist trembled and squirmed.
"Heh heh heh. Not hearing you say you hate it."
I stroked her clit and ran my fingertips along the straight red stripe across her ass, light as a caress, tickling. Youngeun's waist undulated as she gasped.
Did the pain dull her sensitivity? I'd meant to keep the pleasure up with little touches between strokes, but at this rate I might not need to.
"Then here comes the second."
"Kyaaah...!"
I brought it down a beat faster this time. A lewd slap of flesh burst out, and at the same moment semen and slick spurted from her petals. Only two strokes, and lust was already catching fire — slick ran from her petals without pause, and the groove down her spine writhed ceaselessly, carrying pleasure up to her head.
"Look at this. She says she has no hobby of enjoying pain, and yet Youngeun's obscene body keeps climbing to climax."
"N-no, this is the semen... in my belly...! Hnng!"
Youngeun buried her face in the sheets and panted, denying it in a stifled voice. But her face was already red, and hearts looked about ready to pop from her eyes.
"Be honest. It feels good, doesn't it? If you hate it, I'll stop here."
"Hnngh... I like it! I feel like I'm going to die from how good it is! So hit me harder...!!"
"Okay!"
"Kyahaaang!"
This time I put more strength behind it, just as she'd asked, and a thick smack filled the room. The cheeks struck by the paddle's broad face were already blazing red, pumping out heat, and the triangle of her mound had begun to flush as well.
Hnn. Put it in now, and those hot, soggy walls would wrap Smarty up so nicely... No. For that, I need to beat her a little more and let her ripen.
The ass that had taken three strokes kept jolting, and every jolt sent the semen packed in her womb dribbling out.
"Wow. Out of Franc, Hwayeon, and Youngeun, Youngeun's the biggest masochist pervert of the three. It's only the third stroke — look how sweet her voice has gotten. She says otherwise with her own mouth, but Youngeun's a masochist pervert after all, isn't she?"
"Huuuk... Hah, y-you're... right. I'm Seoha's masochist female, hyaaang?!"
I brought it down again while she was still talking. Her whole body locked rigid and trembled, and she started firing semen from her petals like a water gun.
This time I didn't announce it.
"Kkh!"
Face blazing, head thrown all the way back, drool sliding from the corner of her mouth — her eyes were rolling up, as if pain and pleasure were pickling her brain.
They say a woman's womb is wired straight to her brain. Is it because that womb is buzzing from the paddle?
Her toes fidgeted without sense, and from the cleft of that appetizingly swollen mound, slick mixed with semen poured out like a flood.
Honestly, I didn't understand it. My shallow knowledge of S&M said spanking meant enduring a sting until, at some moment, the brain secreted chemicals to dull the pain, and that was what registered as pleasure...
"Hnnngh! Hiii... nngggh!"
But no matter how I looked at this, pain was being converted into pleasure on the spot.
A beast in heat, drowned in pleasure — the phrase, made literal. Photograph that face, eyes rolled back and sunk in it, post it online, and nobody would know it was Youngeun.
I brought the paddle down again.
"Kkhk...!"
Right after the blow, I switched on Mana Mode - Acceleration and watched how the impact traveled. From the point of contact, a ripple — a clench, maybe — ran along the muscle and punched through her rectum and her womb.
The clench didn't pick a lane. It followed her organs and her spine; half of it rode down through her chest and drew her nipples tight, and half climbed her throat to shake her brain. Muscles move on faint electrical signals, or so I'd heard. Was a blunt impact just another kind of signal?
The shock that had slammed up through her torso rattled her brain and came rolling back down. The instant it reached her ass, I hit her again.
"Kkahaang!!"
Screaming like an animal, Youngeun arched like a bow, seized Hwayeon's arm with everything she had, and shook. Cords of muscle stood up along her thighs, and the backside that had looked so soft and plump went hard and angular. I stopped.
Hwayeon's expression, face to face with Youngeun, shifted like someone who'd just watched the opening of a horror film. I really didn't want to see what Youngeun's face looked like right then. So I inspected her ass instead.
I'd been laying into her fairly hard with the spanking paddle, but her backside was only dyed pink and swollen red. Wondering if a bone had taken damage, I looked straight through her — perfectly intact.
Head thrown back with all her strength, belly clenched — is that just her riding a brutal climax?
In the hardcore spanking videos, the ass bruises blue-black, swells into something hideous, the skin tears, and there's blood everywhere. An ability user's body really was built solid. I relaxed.
To give her a moment to breathe, I was looking at the red, swollen backside and mound when Franc, sitting nearby, crept over and reached in to spread Youngeun's petals. Youngeun couldn't even resist. She breathed rough and writhed.
"Seoha? Don't rest like that. If you torment her like this — yes, like so — it'll be more effective."
"Oh, yeah? Let's see..."
"Hyaang?! Hahh, nngh! Hnng! Aaaang~!"
Oh, she's right. Was it because they were both women, so she understood her better?
...Doesn't seem like it. More like Franc is showing me what she wants done to her later.
Anyway, looking at Youngeun — tears and drool spilling, face gone completely blissed-out — it seemed about time to wrap this up.
"Kkhp! ...Kkhhng..."
"Oh."
The moment she took one more, Youngeun let out a stifled moan, shuddered violently through her whole body, gushed slick, and passed out.
I hadn't expected her to faint so suddenly and was flustered, when Franc kneaded Youngeun's backside — swollen to roughly 1.2 times its usual size — and spoke.
"She took a strike of pleasure while she was already climaxing from your touch. You needn't worry."
"R-really?"
Then this should be enough, right?
All of them liked having their backsides hit, but I preferred watching the reaction to a stroke or two. Laying into someone this many times, the way I just had, wasn't really for me.
I'd gotten hard from the excitement, but if I had to put a number on it, the intensity wasn't even half of usual.
Yeah. Ordinary penetration really is better.
Between the blazing-red cheeks I looked at two mounds of flesh swollen crimson. They'd puffed up so much the cleft looked nearly twice what it had been. I rubbed a finger into the seam of that flesh — warm body heat mixed with the slide of her slick, and the feeling was extremely good.
I set the paddle aside and laid a Healing Touch against the nape of Youngeun's neck. Youngeun, who had passed out with her face buried in Hwayeon's crotch, came to almost at once and lifted her head, face dazed and tipsy.
"Huaaah...?"
"Round two starts now."
This time I didn't concentrate Mana Sieve into my cock. I aimed at the cleft, swollen taut and pouring heat, and the moment I pushed in, Youngeun shuddered like she'd been struck by lightning and spilled a thick, nasal moan.
"Hik?! Hahh! I-it's so good...!"
Heat had climbed so high that Youngeun's petals were insanely hot. And the walls wrapping me were nothing like before — slick, sticky, clinging — and the feel of them was dizzying.
Like something soaked in water until it went unbelievably soft and tender? Being able to feel a texture like that with my cock was enough, all by itself, to call this happiness. Truly the finest sensation there was.
"Haang, aaaang! Ahk. Aaang!"
Hwayeon must have decided the spanking was over. She released the hands she'd been pinning. I took Youngeun by the waist and set to a diligent back-and-forth, and Youngeun matched me, rocking and rolling her hips — though with her legs still bound, the motion came out awkward.
Franc undid the straps at her ankles as well. Freed, Youngeun set her knees and hiked her backside high, shifting herself so I could drive in easily.
"F-faster! Pound me hard!"
It wasn't my cock in its complete form, Mana Sieve focused down its length, but maybe this way the pleasure came easier. I started pounding without restraint, and Youngeun clenched her walls to the limit and howled as if she couldn't bear it.
"Huaaaang! Aaaaang!!"
"Kkh!"
I gave that paddle-swollen backside a light smack, and the walls writhed madly, squeezing, spraying a squirt straight out.
When the squirt eased, I smacked her ass again. She squirted once more, and the walls kneaded my cock without rest. I drew my hips back and drove in hard, and Youngeun thrashed her head from side to side, wailing.
Listening to screams that sounded like her breath might give out, I slapped her backside with my palm and pounded her rough, until at last her eyes rolled back and she clamped down on my cock as if to snap it in two.
And a moment later.
"Ghk..."
Whether the pleasure had overrun what her brain could hold, she made a sound like her breath was failing and passed out again. This one seemed fairly deep. Leave her like this, and she'd sleep sweet until morning — that kind of course.
Seeing it, Franc thrust out her chest, face shining with triumph, and spoke to Hwayeon.
"Hwayeon? The wager is mine. Fifty-seven minutes and twenty-two seconds."
"Haaah... To think she could not last even an hour. Madam is all mouth, as expected. As promised, I shall yield."
"Hehe. My thanks. But I believe this owes less to any failing of Youngeun's, and more to Seoha's peerless skill."
"Mm. I concur."
Having traded those words, the two young ladies turned eyes burning with lust toward the bed and began to crawl across it.
"Heh. Think I'd lose? Fine — come at me, all of you!"
The night was long, and this was only the beginning.