Collapsing Jeong Eun-ji (4)
I watched Jeong Eun-ji swallow my cum, tears streaming down her face as she gagged, and a flicker of pity stirred inside me. No matter what, this felt a little too harsh. For a moment, I was almost afraid. But since I had the perfect chance to break her, there was no way I was letting it slip away. Besides, the liquid clearly visible between her legs beneath those short gym uniform shorts… I could guess exactly what it was. Ignoring her resistance, I shoved my fingers deep into Jeong Eun-ji’s pussy. Her body shuddered violently as a moan tore from her throat.
Just as I thought.
Her inner walls clamped down hard around my fingers, already soaked beyond belief, practically flooded. Based on what the corrupted Jeong Eun-ji had said in the original novel, I had formed a hypothesis. And now, seeing her pussy dripping like this while she was forced to service my cock in a threatening atmosphere—something she should have hated—I became certain.
She’s a natural-born slut.
In the original story, Jeong Eun-ji had become completely enslaved to Han Seong-jin after a single rape. She fell so quickly that she eventually cursed Gong Yeong-bae right in front of him while getting fucked. She threw away her track-and-field dreams, got tattoos and piercings to suit Han Seong-jin’s tastes, and turned into something unrecognizable. Some might call it self-brainwashing as a defense mechanism, but even then, her corruption had been far too extreme. Now I finally understood why.
This fierce, prideful woman was inherently lewd—a girl who couldn’t live without a man. That was why, the moment Han Seong-jin took her virginity by force, she became his slave. Eventually she started acting cute and coquettish all on her own, willingly becoming his plaything. The type who turns into a total cum-rag the second you start pounding her.
In the original novel, her mind had shattered from that horrific first experience and she’d lost herself, becoming his sex slave. But I didn’t want that version of Jeong Eun-ji. She deserved to be happy as herself. I wanted her heart intact—still the same hot-tempered, sharp-tongued, occasionally annoying tomboy who could be surprisingly cute only for her man.
Of course, that man would be me.
Sure, this moment probably wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory for her either, but it was still better than getting raped out of nowhere and losing her virginity, right? You brought this humiliation on yourself, so bear it. Life isn’t all smooth sailing, after all.
Jeong Eun-ji, who knew nothing of my generous heart, arched her back and twisted wildly as she screamed.
I pushed my fingers even deeper into her resisting pussy, curling them slightly so my nails scraped her inner walls. Jeong Eun-ji’s angry shout turned into a scream-like moan. At the same time, a huge gush of girl-cum sprayed out of her cunt. Clear proof that she was sexually aroused right now. She threw her head back, hips lifting off the sofa bed as she soaked it, her whole body trembling violently. For someone who had only ever focused on sports her entire life, this was probably her first time experiencing anything like it.
Ignoring her twitching, I stirred her insides with my index and middle fingers while my thumb slid over her plump pussy lips and pressed firmly on her clit.
Overwhelmed by pleasure and shaking uncontrollably, Jeong Eun-ji jumped like a live fish again.
I grinned and used my free hand to lightly pinch and twist her clit.
Every time I pinched and twisted her clit, Jeong Eun-ji grabbed the cushion on the sofa bed and screamed. Each time, an enormous amount of love juice poured out from inside her pussy, completely soaking my fingers.
With movements far rougher than anything I’d ever done to Yuri, I ravaged Jeong Eun-ji’s pussy. Squelch! Squelch!
Water kept splashing out of Jeong Eun-ji’s drenched pussy, and the obscene wet sounds echoed endlessly inside the DVD room. The sofa bed sheet near her ass was already completely soaked with her love juices and squirt. Overwhelmed by the relentless waves of pleasure, she couldn’t think straight anymore. All she could do was moan and twist her body desperately. Her voice, which she had tried so hard to keep quiet as her body grew hotter, gradually melted and began turning into sweet, sugary moans.
Seeing that, I moved to the side of her face to create a definite crack in her heart and offered her my lap as a pillow. Still lost in pleasure and unable to resist, Jeong Eun-ji laid her head on my thigh while panting heavily. I immediately turned her head to the side. Once again, my fully erect cock was right in front of her eyes.
Still fingering her pussy with one hand, making wet squelching noises, I commanded her.
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. Even though she was drunk on pleasure, Jeong Eun-ji somehow pulled herself together, glared up at me with wide eyes, then quietly took my cock into her mouth.
Watching that fierce tomboy service my cock without resistance—well, her eyes were putting up a hell of a fight, but still—was incredibly arousing. Of course her blowjob technique was terrible, but technique wasn’t what mattered here. The situation itself was far too erotic.
With one hand I stirred Jeong Eun-ji’s pussy while she lay her head on my thigh, turning to the side to suck my cock. We spent our time locked in ecstasy together. The moans from the erotic movie, the wet splashing sounds of our act, and the obscene slurping noises mixed together, turning the small room into the most lewd place imaginable.
While her pussy was being played with and she was giving me a blowjob, I used my free hand to yank up her tracksuit top and slip my hand inside her bra.
Jeong Eun-ji, who had been bobbing her head to suck my cock, panicked and tried to resist. But the moment I curled my fingers inside her pussy, her eyes rolled back and her hips shot upward.
Jeong Eun-ji teared up again and glared at me. Her abs were rock-hard from training. Her breasts were much smaller than Yuri’s or Choi Su-yeon’s, but they were still above average. Unlike her firm, balanced physique, the shy breasts hidden inside her bra were soft and squishy like sponges. I played with her pussy using my left hand and her breasts with my right. Jeong Eun-ji desperately clutched my thigh and writhed.
She briefly pulled my cock out of her mouth and shook her head weakly in protest.
I grabbed her head and pressed her nose against my cock.
Seeing my cock covered in precum and her own saliva, Jeong Eun-ji let out a small moan and took it back into her mouth. Every time I lightly stimulated her inner walls, her clit, or her nipples, she moaned around my cock and lifted her hips. This continued for several minutes.
I grabbed the back of the resisting Jeong Eun-ji’s head so she couldn’t escape and shot my load straight into her mouth. Once again forced to take a mouthful of my semen, she thrashed around until I finally let her go. She immediately ran to the bathroom, spat it out, and rinsed her mouth. By then, the erotic movie had also ended.
Jeong Eun-ji kept repeating the same words through her tears. I walked over and grabbed her face roughly by the chin. Her cheeks squeezed in my violent grip, she looked up at me with trembling eyes.
Jeong Eun-ji fell silent like a mute who had eaten honey. Caught in checkmate, even after I released her she could only tremble with a resentful expression. There was nothing she could do. I spread my fingers into a V shape.
I gave her ass a loud smack and jerked my chin toward the door. Having carved an unforgettable brand of pleasure deep into Jeong Eun-ji’s heart, I walked down the street with her until our paths diverged.
When Jeong Eun-ji got home, she buried her face in her pillow and sobbed.
Hic… That fucking bastard… How could he do something like that… It’s disgusting, I feel like throwing up… I’m so sorry, I can’t even look at Yuri or Yeong-bae in the face…
Even though she hadn’t lost her virginity, the fact that she had sucked a man’s cock twice and serviced him made Jeong Eun-ji want to die. And it had been Han Seong-jin’s cock—the one she hated most. For a girl who liked Gong Yeong-bae, the humiliation and guilt were almost unbearable.
Yet at the same time, the image of Han Seong-jin’s massive cock that had filled her entire field of vision kept flashing through her mind. It was the first male genitalia she had ever seen in her life. The unpleasant fishy taste she had felt while sucking it, and the strange pleasure that had tickled her lower belly…
Realizing that thoughts of Han Seong-jin’s cock were now occupying more space in her head than her guilt toward Gong Yeong-bae, Jeong Eun-ji screamed in shock and cursed herself. Whenever she desperately tried to think of something else, Han Seong-jin’s cock would invade her mind again. And when she tried to fill her heart with guilt toward Gong Yeong-bae, the memory of his rough, domineering hands groping her breasts would surface instead.
After going back and forth like that for a while, Jeong Eun-ji eventually went to the bathroom to wash up—and before she knew it, she had started masturbating. The seed of corruption that had been planted in both her body and mind had already taken root.