What Have They Done to Mine?
That night, after parting ways with Sang-hyuk, Kim Yu-mi was moaning in another man’s arms.
It was Min-jae, one of her four regular sex partners—a personal trainer.
Broad, solid shoulders; muscles gleaming with sweat. A physique that put Sang-hyuk’s to shame.
Yu-mi was on all fours, ass raised high, taking every deep thrust of Min-jae’s cock from behind.
“Haa… Min-jae… there… it’s too deep… you’re hitting my womb—ah, it hurts!”
Min-jae gripped her slim waist with both hands and slammed his hips down hard. Her plump ass jiggled with every impact, wet, filthy sounds echoing endlessly from where their bodies joined.
Yu-mi’s black-rose-petal labia clung to his shaft, sucking it in and out of her cunt over and over.
The tattoos etched across her hips and ass glistened under the light, slick with sweat. Min-jae traced them with his fingers as he picked up the pace.
“Ugh, so fucking good… You like fucking someone else’s fiancée, don’t you?”
“It’s the best! Client Yu-mi, when I’m buried inside you like this, do you even think about your fiancé?”
He asked it deliberately, taunting. Yu-mi shook her head, a laugh mixed into her moans.
“Ah, fuck, do we really have to talk about that loser right now…?”
Min-jae grinned in satisfaction, grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand, and drove into her even rougher. Her body rocked hard; the sheets bunched beneath them. Yu-mi clutched the pillow and let out a high, broken cry.
She had already come twice, yet Min-jae’s cock stayed rock-hard, still spearing her deep.
“Shit, you’re so filthy. Getting this wet in front of your fiancé? Does he even know you look like this?”
“He doesn’t… that idiot doesn’t know a thing. I’m only marrying him because he’s rich and nice… Haa, Min-jae… don’t break my concentration while I’m tasting your cock!”
“Client… ngh, I’m gonna cum!”
“Inside… baby, cum inside me!”
Yu-mi, already tipping over the edge, screamed for him to fill her.
“Aaaah! So good! Baby, it’s so good~!”
She hit her third orgasm hard, body convulsing violently.
“Uuugh… cumming… cum!”
The sudden, rhythmic clench of her walls pushed Min-jae past the point of no return. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside her.
Hot semen flooding her deepest place made Yu-mi cry out long and low, hips trembling.
When Min-jae pulled out, cum slowly leaked down the insides of her thighs.
Yu-mi stayed face-down on the bed, legs still weak, panting hard.
After catching his breath, Min-jae looked down at her completely wrecked form sprawled across the mattress and smiled the easy smile of a victor. Then he checked his phone.
Three messages had come in while it was on silent—all from the married women he trained.
What the hell are these bitches’ husbands even doing?
Min-jae clicked his tongue inwardly.
He could ignore the others, but the client who had recently bought him a Maybach? That call he never missed.
“Alright, Client Yu-mi, I’ll hit you up next time. Keep that body nice.”
“Yeah… drive safe.”
Yu-mi opened her eyes and waved weakly. The door closed. She stared at the ceiling and muttered,
“Sang-hyuk oppa… that loser… he’s not even a real man. Tiny dick, can’t last….”
She lightly touched the cum still dripping between her legs and smiled bitterly.
“My period’s late. I’m definitely pregnant, right?”
A big-company salaryman and rich-family son—pregnancy was the cleanest way to lock Sang-hyuk down for good.
She had been careless with birth control with the other men too, but right now the actual pregnancy didn’t matter. Sang-hyuk was responsible to a fault; if she just claimed she was pregnant, he would accept marriage without a fight.
“Still… if I really am pregnant, whose kid is it? This is driving me crazy….”
The days her womb had been marinated in other men’s cum far outnumbered the single day she had taken Sang-hyuk’s.
She had told Sang-hyuk she was pregnant to keep him, but the test had actually been negative. It was still early enough that a test might not show, yet Sang-hyuk had been over the moon at the mere word “pregnant.”
“Even if it’s some other guy’s kid, once the baby’s born, if Sang-hyuk oppa just happens to die in a car accident, the in-laws won’t demand a paternity test, right?”
Yu-mi cracked open a beer and chugged it.
Pregnant or not, she couldn’t resist the call of alcohol.
At the same hour, Shin Sang-hyuk lay on the bed in his one-room apartment.
The betrayal from Yu-mi was unbearable.
He had definitely caught it from her. That much was certain.
Tears fell.
Unstoppable tears kept streaming down.
He had thought she was his first love. The wound cut that much deeper.
He knew better than anyone that he was ugly and short.
Even so… sob… how could you do this to me?
After about ten minutes of shaking shoulders and crying, he felt a little better.
He looked at the couple photos saved on his phone.
Yeah! She just drank too much and made a mistake, or some scumbag raped her and she caught it. Yu-mi likes drinking, after all.
Looking at the pictures, he forgave her.
We can just get treatment together. My kid’s in her belly, right?
He steeled himself and pulled out his bandaged cock.
The doctor had said after the procedure,
“You can take the bandage off after an hour and even bathe.”
Sang-hyuk had been stunned.
“Sorry, what? When I got circumcised before, I couldn’t take the bandage off for a whole month.”
“Aww, what do you take our doctor’s skill for?” the nurse beside him had said in a nasal voice.
“We minimized the incision, so it’ll be fully healed in an hour,” the doctor had added, indifferent.
Is this guy a quack? How does anything heal in an hour? Even a regular person like me knows that much basic medicine.
Sang-hyuk unwrapped the bandage.
Huh? It’s fine?
Faced with the impossible, he doubted his own eyes.
The operated area looked as if nothing had ever happened. No swelling at all.
He shot up from the bed in shock.
Still unable to believe it, he examined the site again and again.
He grabbed his operated cock and shook it. No pain whatsoever. The beads sat firmly in place, as if they had been embedded there for decades.
He touched one. The bumpy texture made him shudder.
Somehow it felt satisfying. Just like the nurse had said, he felt stronger, rougher.
But the moment he touched a bead—
Something hot and powerful writhed deep in his lower belly.
One of the beads began to vibrate, and his entire cock suddenly, against his will, started to swell.
It grew harder, thicker, and hotter than he had ever imagined possible. Veins stood out sharply; the head turned purple and taut.
“Ugh… haa….”
Sang-hyuk swallowed a moan and got off the bed.
What the hell?
“I only got the beads put in—I never had any enlargement surgery!”
Even seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe it.
Between his legs stood a massive tower like something out of a Western porn film.
He hadn’t measured, but it looked nearly thirty centimeters long.
This… this is mine?
Originally, even fully hard, Sang-hyuk’s cock had been about nine centimeters—well under the Korean average of thirteen.
He could never forget the disappointment on Yu-mi’s face the first time they had sex.
But now…
What kind of surgery could change it like this?
Even the girth was ridiculous. At a glance it was as thick as a small water bottle.
It’s just swollen, right? Swollen from the surgery. Yeah, the swelling hasn’t gone down yet.
But if it stayed this thick?
Any woman who took this would die.
What the hell did they do to my cock?
Being bigger wasn’t automatically good news.
This was a weapon. How was he supposed to be with Yu-mi now?
Sang-hyuk’s mind spun.
He quietly closed his eyes and gripped his cock.
The pulse against his palm felt different from usual.
This wasn’t ordinary erection. An alien force was spreading from inside the shaft itself—
as if something was seeping into his nerves and blood vessels, trying to become one with him.
That was when it hit him.
Ah, right—the syphilis medicine!
He tore open the packet the doctor had given him.
“Huh? That’s all?”
Inside was a single pill.
Syphilis cured with one pill? What is this, deworming medicine?
Sang-hyuk tossed the pill into his mouth and washed it down with a sip of water.
The moment he swallowed, he collapsed onto the bed as if he had been knocked out cold.
In that deep sleep he dreamed a bizarre dream.
High stone ceilings, black candles. A sweet yet rotten smell stabbed his nose. He stood inside a medieval European castle.
In the center of the vast hall sat a single man.
Hair almost silver-blond, pale and perfect features. Elegant yet predatory, like a Western noble.
He’s handsome.
Sang-hyuk felt genuine admiration.
The man was completely naked, seated among several blonde beauties who surrounded him.
He pulled one woman onto his lap and began slowly rolling his hips. Gripping her full breasts, he drove his massive cock deep into her cunt again and again. The woman moaned pitifully, eyes unfocused.
Drool spilled from her lips and hit the floor.
“Haa… Count Valentine… it feels so good… ahh… what do I do? It feels too good… deeper….”
The moment she climaxed, eyes rolling white, body shuddering—
Valentine pressed his mouth to hers as if kissing and sucked something out.
It was no ordinary kiss. The woman’s skin turned deathly pale in an instant; her cheeks hollowed; her once-firm thighs withered. Her sweet moans became weak gasps.
Every drop of her life force was drained until she became a desiccated mummy.
After she stopped breathing, Valentine shoved the withered body aside and dragged another blonde close.
He laid her on the floor, spread her legs, and tried to thrust in at once, but his cock slipped on her slick juices.
He gripped himself, found her moaning cunt, and slowly pushed in.
Wet sounds filled the hall as he pounded her roughly. Her full breasts bounced; sweat-soaked golden hair fanned across the floor.
Yet the deeper the pleasure went, the more life left her eyes, and her once-plump skin dried into jerky.
In the corners of the hall and along the corridors, piles of already-withered female corpses lay stacked high.
Bodies that had once been beautiful were now mummified, frozen in twisted expressions that still held the last traces of pleasure.
Valentine was savoring a third woman, rubbing his enormous cock up and down her labia, searching for the hole, about to push in—
when the hall doors burst open and three priests in black cassocks stormed in.
The eldest raised a cross high and shouted,
“Valentine, you demon! In the name of God I judge thee!”
The instant Valentine turned his head, the priest lunged and drove the cross into his chest with all his strength.
The silver cross punched through flesh and bone with a wet crunch. Valentine’s red eyes went wide.
“Guh….”
Black energy exploded from Valentine’s body, then instantly contracted. His flesh shrank rapidly, condensing into a single point of light that finally became a small white bead and dropped to the floor.
“Grab that bead!”
One of the younger priests lunged for it.
But the bead rose into the air as if alive, smashed through a window, and vanished into the night sky.
The old priest clenched his fist as he stared at the broken frame.
“Ugh… we lost it. The demon’s egg….”
He looked over the withered mummy corpses and murmured in a heavy voice,
“Hundreds of years from now, somewhere in the world, a terrible calamity will rise again….”
(To be continued)