19. The Worst Newlywed Home (1)
I stepped inside. Then I let go of the door.
The door clicked shut, and the lock let out a chirp.
"Honey? What's going on?"
A hint of unease and suspicion crept into the woman's expression.
The only person who would open the door and come in like that was her husband, so of course she'd react that way when it simply opened and closed on its own.
Having entered the house, I walked right past her.
Even as I passed, she didn't notice a thing. This skill is just broken.
Too scared to even think about opening the door again, she snatched up her phone and made a call.
I glanced at the screen. It said Husband♡.
The phone rang, but her husband didn't answer. Too bad. There was no way that call was getting answered.
She stood a little way from the entryway, just dialing over and over.
Leaving her to it, I looked around the house.
A wedding photo on the wall, electronics that looked fairly new, a house that seemed to sparkle all over.
They looked like newlyweds. The whole place had that feel.
One of the wedding photos had a date on it, so I checked. Two months ago.
Wow. They were as newlywed as it gets. But what can you do. Her husband's dead.
The woman kept calling a number that wouldn't answer.
She paced anxiously. She bit her nails.
Meanwhile, I looked for something suitable. What I needed was something to tie her up with.
But nothing looked quite right. I couldn't exactly go yanking open drawers.
Ah. I should've grabbed some handcuffs from the police substation.
Next time I definitely need to bring something to tie people up with. Tape, zip ties, that kind of thing.
I'd come unprepared. Stupid of me.
Then I spotted a pair of stockings on the drying rack.
Well, these'll do. She won't be able to get out of these either.
The woman was still trying to call him.
Had she ever killed anyone? Did she have a skill?
Didn't seem like it. She'd probably never left this house once since the message window appeared.
That would be the sensible thing.
With no idea what could happen out there, a young woman going outside was pretty dangerous.
I moved in close. Then I snatched the phone from her hand and flung it onto the sofa.
"Eek!"
Seeing her phone suddenly fly off on its own, the woman screamed in shock.
I slapped her across the cheek. With a sharp crack, she staggered and fell.
This time I kicked her in the stomach. With a thud, she curled into a ball.
Under the sudden attack, she screamed wildly.
Fucking loud. Screaming doesn't change anything.
"Don't move. Don't scream. Every time you do, you'll get hit more."
At my words, she stopped screaming. Trembling all over, she stared toward where my voice came from.
Terror in her eyes. But her gaze wandered through empty air.
Of course. She couldn't see me. So the fear would be several times worse.
The unknown makes humans afraid, after all.
So I deliberately said nothing and let her fear grow in her own mind.
She trembled. Then she shifted a little, trying to adjust her position.
"I said don't move."
I kicked her once more as I said it.
"Eek!"
She screamed, and I grabbed her by the throat and spoke again.
"And I said don't scream."
Even without seeing me, she grabbed at my arm. So I said it quietly and firmly.
"Let go."
I wasn't choking her hard enough to cut off her breathing, so she let go of my arm, still shaking.
So I let go too. She couldn't move.
"Hold out both hands."
She looked like she didn't understand. So I kicked her, and only then did she hold out both hands.
I picked up the stockings from the drying rack.
To her eyes, the stockings probably looked like they were floating on their own.
I bound both her arms with the stockings. I tied them tight so she could never get free.
A face full of despair. The wretchedness of a woman who knew exactly what was being done to her.
Once her arms were tied, I felt somewhat relieved too. At least it'd be hard for her to try anything now.
"Stand up."
Shaking so badly it was almost pitiful, she got unsteadily to her feet.
And seeing her like that, blood started slowly rushing downward.
A terrified woman is sexy. Maybe it's some instinct hardwired into the male brain.
Or not? Is it just me?
"Go to the master bedroom."
She forced herself to move.
She probably knew what was about to happen to her. That's why she was acting like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.
So I kicked her.
I kicked harder than I meant to, and she crashed to the floor. With her hands tied, she couldn't even break the fall properly.
"You drag your feet, you get hit. You resist, you get hit. You hesitate, you get hit. If getting hit isn't your thing, move quick. Get up."
She got up. She moved faster than before. Still not fast enough for my liking, though.
Once we were in the master bedroom, she hung her head. Still trembling all over.
"Lie down on the bed."
"Hngh...."
She cried. So I kicked her again.
She tumbled onto the bed and curled up defensively.
"I told you clearly. If you don't want to get beaten, stay still."
Only after saying that did I take off my shoes.
I'm really something else. Walking into someone's newlywed master bedroom with my shoes on.
I took off my pants. My underwear too.
She probably couldn't see the shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor.
Or my bare lower half.
I grabbed her shorts. She flinched, but whether out of fear of being hit, she didn't resist.
When I pulled her shorts off, her hips and plain underwear were exposed.
And when I grabbed her underwear and pulled it off, she squeezed her eyes shut, knees bent, thighs pressed together.
"Relax."
I said it while gripping both her knees, but she didn't do it.
So I slapped her thigh hard enough to make a crack.
"Ahk."
"Relax."
The strength drained out of her. Her knees fell wide open.
Her pussy, exposed. Untrimmed pubic hair.
Not my taste. But that didn't mean it wasn't fuckable.
"Please.... Please.... Hngh."
She sobbed and mumbled. I'd told her she'd get hit, and she still did it, so she must really hate this.
I slapped her cheek with a crack, and her head snapped to the side.
"What?"
I asked, and now she just cried silently, pressing her lips shut.
I took my cock and rubbed it against her pussy.
She shuddered in revulsion, and that only made it more arousing.
My glans pushed through her folds and inside, and the unwilling woman was made to take my cock into her body.
"Hngh...."
A sob broke out of her.
I could feel her mood hit absolute rock bottom, as low as it could possibly go.
And I enjoyed it just as much. This stimulation, this cruelty, felt like it was burning through my head.
I probably can't have normal sex anymore. Now that I'm used to this, how could I?
I pushed my cock all the way in. Then I stayed still.
I didn't need to do anything more. So I just stayed like that a little longer.
She kept sobbing. I let her. That was better.
Then I pushed her T-shirt up and flipped her bra up too.
Her breasts, exposed. Decently nice to look at. Not big, but still, tits are great.
Suddenly I thought of Chloe's body.
Fuck. Honestly, her body was pretty.
But dwelling on a dead bitch was pointless, so I pushed it out of my head.
I fondled her breasts. I pinched and rubbed her nipples.
Her body twitched for a second, but her expression didn't change at all.
She wore a look of pure horror, like she absolutely refused to feel anything.
Would she really not feel it? No matter what I did?
I was curious. Could a woman feel pleasure while being raped?
Could rape turn into consensual sex?
But it wasn't going to happen right now. So I'd take my time with that.
For now, I just rocked my hips at a leisurely pace. I wanted to get one off quickly.
She clenched her teeth. Her hands were balled into tight fists.
Whether she did or not, I kept moving. Kneading her breasts, playing with her nipples.
Then I grabbed her hips and moved a little faster.
The tight grip inside. It felt good, so I was close fast.
And like that, I came inside her.
Pressed flush against her, I came inside her pussy, nice and clean.
"Ah, no! No!"
Only then did she cry out, but there was no way I was stopping. I'd already finished anyway.
I savored the afterglow, then slapped her cheek once more.
"I told you to be quiet."
I must've hit too hard, because her lip split and bled.
That's why you should listen when I talk. Fucking idiot.
I pulled my cock out. I could see my cum dripping out of her pussy.
Now that it was outside my body, the invisibility would wear off, right? She'd probably be able to see it too?
"Get up."
She got to her feet. Looking haggard.
It hadn't been long, but her condition had become as bad as it could get.
Because of me.
"Go into the bathroom."
She trudged into the bathroom.
A face that had given up on everything. Not a trace of life left in it.
"If you open the bathroom door on your own, you'll get hit. If you untie your hands, you'll get hit. Stay in there, quiet and still. Don't try anything stupid."
I closed the door after saying that.
I didn't lock it or anything. She couldn't open that door anyway.
I'm invisible. She can't even sense my presence.
So she wouldn't dare entertain the thought of opening the door and running.
Still, just in case, I picked up a comb from the vanity and leaned it against the bathroom door.
If she opened the door even once, the comb would fall.
And then, well, she'd get hit. She'd have broken her word.
Having taken that rough precaution, I went to the other bathroom and washed off my lower half.
Then, without even thinking about putting my pants back on, I opened the fridge.
To find something to eat.