Chapter 270 Scheme to Divide -18
Chapter 270 Scheme to Divide -18
Tzzzzzt.
Tearing through the tightly clenched inner flesh, the man drove in with force.
"Hnghh!!"
The pain of his sword piercing her body made Pairan tremble violently.
She shook her head, trying to flee, but Jiha yanked hard on the ponytail he gripped.
"Ha, haahk. Hnghh......."
Pairan cried out in agony, but with her hair caught in Jiha's grasp, escape was impossible.
She had to endure the pain and accept the man.
"Just like an insolent bitch......."
Tzzzzzt.
Splitting the narrow inner walls as he drove deeper, Jiha spoke sharply.
Ignoring the rhythm of her flesh, which clenched and tried to push him out, he forced his way in with sheer male power.
Squelch.
"Ah, aaaah. Aaaagh!!"
Pairan bit down hard on her lower lip.
She had resolved to surrender her body, but with her spirit already broken and disciplined by Jiha, his penetration left her mind reeling.
Jiha didn't so much as twitch an eyebrow at the woman's pitiful cries echoing through the quiet library.
"Relax your body."
"Hnghh. Hnnggh......."
"I said relax."
When Jiha yanked her ponytail again, Pairan let out a pathetic moan, her body still trembling.
Virgin's blood trickled down her quivering thighs, proof of her chastity streaking down.
The red blood contrasted starkly with her pale skin, yet the woman tried her best to obey the man and force the tension from her body.
Even as her body shook and her legs wobbled, she barely managed to suppress the tension in her muscles—and in that moment, Jiha pushed in even deeper.
"Hnngghhh!!"
The instant she relaxed, pain surged through her again.
Pairan let out a choked cry and nearly collapsed forward, but the ponytail clutched in Jiha's hand had become her reins.
She couldn't fall unless Jiha permitted it.
And Jiha did not permit it.
"Relax."
"A, ahk......."
She had been stabbed before. She had faced the threat of losing her head countless times.
But all of that had happened in extreme life-or-death situations, moments where she was fighting desperately.
Deliberately relaxing her body while in pain and distress was difficult even for a trained swordsman.
"Hghk, hnnngh......."
Blinking back the tears welling in her eyes, Pairan forced herself to relax through sheer willpower.
Squelch!
Jiha then roughly shoved himself in to the hilt.
"Aaaah......."
Pairan let out a strangled scream, her body trembling violently.
Finally fully sheathed inside her, Jiha narrowed his eyes as he studied the woman's trembling shoulders and rigid waistline.
"Pretending to be in so much pain when you're soaked through."
"N-no, I'm not......."
Pairan protested desperately. She had been determined to act unyielding even while giving up her body, to avoid showing weakness to Jiha, but she was in genuine, excruciating agony.
The wooden club that had rammed inside her wouldn't stay still; it squirmed, and each time, a sharp, stinging pain radiated from deep within her, making it impossible to stay rational.
"What do you mean, you're not?"
Jiha snorted, looking down at where they were joined.
Pairan's cleft was soaked as if welcoming the man, and the couch cushion was damp with the nectar dripping down.
"They say a club is the best medicine for a disobedient dog......."
"......."
At Jiha's mockery, Pairan bit her lip in humiliation.
That expression was, of course, clearly visible to Jiha.
"Oh, you think the painful part is all over now? But since you never know, you'll probably watch your tongue around me, won't you? You'll keep yourself in check because I might do something even worse?"
"......."
Hit right where it hurt, Pairan kept silent.
"Still defiant. Fine by me."
A thorough beating will make her surrender eventually. As Jiha slowly pulled his hips back, her inner walls rippled and squeezed him.
The flesh that had been violently torn by the invading intruder now rejoiced at his retreat and hurriedly tried to close back up.
"Hnnggghhh......."
At the sensation of her insides being sharply stirred, Pairan's lips parted as she let out a pitiful moan.
She had endured every other kind of pain, but this feeling of her insides being cunningly twisted, resonating all the way to the crown of her head, left her utterly clueless as to how to handle it.
Saliva dripped lightly from her lips, pried open because she couldn't close them.
Slap!
Just as he was slowly withdrawing, Jiha suddenly thrust forward roughly again.
Just as the intruder retreated and then invaded once more, the startled inner flesh writhed and coiled around him clamorously.
"Keuuuugh......."
At the spasm rising from below, Pairan's head dropped, and saliva spilled onto the floor.
"Hnnngh......."
Pain, and the strange heat that didn't stop there but spread to her fingertips, made her arms tremble as she clutched the back of the sofa.
Sluuurp.
When Jiha pulled himself back out, her inner flesh felt like it was being dragged along with him, making Pairan open her eyes wide.
"N-no......."
She was terrified of the sensation that would follow once her insides were stirred. Her mind wanted to flee, but her body couldn't even move a finger properly.
Into her convulsing female body, the man pushed back in again.
Splat! Slap!
The sensation of flesh slapping against flesh made her body shudder, and the woman's hands slid down.
"What's this?"
Pairan buried her head in the sofa cushion and flinched. Jiha asked calmly.
After only two thrusts, her body had given out and collapsed forward.
"Surrendering already, when I haven't even started?"
"......Urrggh."
Hearing the voice from above, Pairan let out a feeble moan and tried to get up somehow.
The guts and stubborn pride that had driven her to become a Unique pushed past her body's pain, forcing her to struggle.
"You're actually doing it."
As Pairan braced her hands on the sofa to lift her torso, Jiha pulled his hips back slightly and thrust forward again.
Slap!
"Hngk......."
Pairan cried out, a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan, and her body collapsed forward again.
Looking down at the woman trembling with her head buried in the sofa cushion, Jiha warned her coldly.
"Keep acting up and see what happens."
"Haahk, haaah, haaah......."
Having collapsed with her head turned to the side, Pairan panted for breath and gauged Jiha's expression.
On her face, which seemed to be asking what she should do, Jiha moved his hand and lightly pressed down on Pairan's head.
"You wanna fight again?"
"......."
The hand pressing her head to the floor held no force at all. She could easily shake it off and lift her head, but... punishment awaited if she did.
Jiha was warning her not to raise her head and fight.
Understanding this, Pairan's eyes trembled faintly before she squeezed them shut.
Resignation and submission. Only then did Jiha ease his tone.
"Good. If you stay quiet, I'll treat you nicely."
"......."
Before, Pairan would have been disgusted and loathed it, but now her face showed only fear.
Absolute terror, the complete imprint that fighting Jiha meant pain.
He had swung the whip plenty, so now it was time for the carrot.
With his hand still pressing Pairan's head to the sofa, Jiha moved his hips slowly.
If what came before was punishment, what began now was a reward.
While his left hand kept Pairan's head pinned, his right hand kneaded her tense arms and shoulders, loosening them.
"Hngh......."
Pairan let out a fearful moan, worried she might suffer another painful experience, but Jiha's right hand was sincere.
He took each of her fingers and loosened them, massaged her forearms and upper arms without missing a spot, and Pairan's breathing quietly calmed.
"Haah......."
Her shoulders, and then her sweat-drenched back—wherever his hand touched, she flinched and twitched, the convulsions releasing.
When he grasped and kneaded her slender waist as if to seduce a man, a strengthless moan escaped her lips.
"Hghk, hnnngh......."
As his hands, having loosened her waist, moved toward her butt, Pairan flinched anew. The buttocks the man's hand had smacked repeatedly were bright red on both sides.
The marks were even more vivid against the especially pale skin of a Yogwi.
Feigning innocence, Jiha pressed and rubbed the reddened areas with his palm as if massaging her.
A sigh of relief escaped the woman, understanding that he wouldn't hit her anymore if she stayed quiet.
When Jiha moved the hand pressing her head, she looked newly frightened, but he gently parted the hair from her forehead with his fingers.
Even so, he did not lift his hand from her head.
As long as you don't raise your head insolently, I'll treat you kindly. It was an animalistic gesture.
"......."
Understanding this, Pairan relaxed her body and submitted quietly.
As he gently rubbed and kneaded the plump flesh of her butt, she felt the tension leaving her entire body.
As her resistant inner walls also slowly loosened, Jiha moved his hips.
"Mm......."
As the man filling her insides stirred, Pairan let out a reflexive moan.
If the sounds before had been strained screams, now they were mixed with sweet, breathy tones.
Jiha slowly and rhythmically pulled himself out and thrust back in. As he threaded through the narrow hole and savored her inner flesh, Pairan let out involuntary moans.
"Hmm, hnnngh......."
She was finally admitting she was a female pinned under a male, and she acted coquettishly.
Jiha, the male, understood this and stroked her head as if to say, "Good girl." Praised, Pairan reflexively closed her mouth.
She was embarrassed that she had made noise, and that she had revealed a side of herself even she hadn't known.
The male, mounted atop the shy female, moved his hips with satisfaction.
Just a small movement of his hips brought a surge of intense pleasure.
Pairan's inner flesh had a good gripping texture, but she was also the type that produced a great deal of nectar.
It felt like shoving himself into a narrow, sticky swamp of mud and floundering. When he pushed in, it clung to him; when he pulled out, it tightened and sprinkled nectar.
Intoxicated by the feeling of receiving a gift urging him to come back in quickly, when he thrust his hips again, it wrapped around him from all sides and squeezed him pleasantly.
"Hooooo......."
"Mmm, mmph......."
Realizing that the male was thoroughly enjoying her, Pairan panted heavily.
Jiha also felt a considerable sense of conquest. The bitch who had attacked him the moment they met now knew her place, pinned beneath him and gasping.
He was satisfied that the defiant bitch had quieted down, but Pairan's body was also exquisite to enjoy.
When he thrust into her, she screamed sweetly and gasped; when he pulled out, she acted wistful and coquettish.
Her pale-skinned body gleamed, slick with sweat, and a flush rose on her cool, sharp features, pressed down by his hand.
"Haahk, haaang......."
She moaned reflexively when Jiha thrust, squirming as she couldn't bear the pleasure.
Excited further by the reaction of the fleeing female he held down, the male moved his hips more powerfully.
A little rougher.