Matryoshka (2)
Yuchan meticulously washed Nayae, who writhed like a pet dog being bathed, then supported her as he led her out to the living room. Physically, she seemed at her limit, but Yuchan knew well that healthy people rarely withered away so easily. No matter how scattered or exhausted her mind felt, a doll-like lack of response was the last thing he wanted.
For Nayae, who was feeling faint from mild anemia, Yuchan had prepared a gift: amphetamine. A dopamine promoter and central nervous system stimulant. In the US, it was a Schedule II controlled substance, available at pharmacies with a prescription, but in Korea, even prescribing it was illegal. Yuchan procured it through back channels and used it occasionally when he needed a mental boost. With far lower dependency and risk than methamphetamine—widely known domestically as hiroppon—it was perfect for her initiation.
He took out a syringe and tied a rubber band around the limp Nayae's upper arm. From the vial taken from the fridge, he drew 30mg of the drug. As he plunged the needle into the vein that stood out starkly against her white skin, her body twitched. The blood flashback into the cylinder was beautiful. He slowly pushed the plunger.
"Hic..." With a sharp intake of breath, Nayae's half-lidded eyes snapped open.
"How's that? Feels good, right?" Peace and calm washed over her dark, stress-ridden mind. The injection site didn't even hurt; the comfort made her head spin.
"Wh-what... did you do?"
"Don't worry, it's got almost no addiction risk. You looked so drained, so I gave you an energy shot."
Pulled forcibly from the world she'd tried to lock herself into, Nayae now had crystal-clear awareness from the awakening effect—no more mental escape. The brief relief from her clitoral orgasm had been an illusion. She couldn't ease up that way anymore. Her inner walls prickled like they'd been steeped in the aphrodisiac. She craved sex. Rough, animalistic sex. Realizing this left her stunned.
"First things first, Nayae. Don't you owe your teacher an apology?"
"Ah..." The moment he'd removed the compressor, ecstasy had hit along with her piss flooding out. Mortified at having soiled the bathroom floor like that at her age. And as a pet, she'd dirtied her master's bathroom. She had to apologize right away.
Under Yuchan's guidance, Nayae was gradually forming her identity as a bitch in heat. Without questioning the thought that bubbled up, she prostrated herself flat on the floor.
"I'm sorry for rudely pissing all over the bathroom... Teacher..." Her flawless nude body curled up at his feet like a statue, offering sincere contrition. It was decent enough on its own, but Yuchan fetched cognac from the wine cellar.
Nayae held her polite apology pose without change. Anxiety surged at the sounds of Yuchan silently preparing something, and she added hastily,
"I'm sorry for being such a vulgar pet who came from my clit and pissed myself... Please educate me with your cock, Teacher..."
He hadn't disliked the apology. But as he mulled it over casually, one oddity stood out: her pinpoint request to be punished with his cock. Whether she realized it or not, her pent-up lust was right on schedule. Of course, this was just part of his grander plan.
"Nayae."
"Yes."
"You can lift your head."
At his permission, Nayae slowly raised her head. Complex emotions flickered in her eyes—too tangled for a single word. Not just humiliation; it burned hot enough to touch. Not mere desire; it mixed with fear and defiance into something murky.
"Come here and sit."
Yuchan downed his glass and lit a cigarette. Nayae rose unsteadily, grabbed the lighter from the table in front of the sofa, and settled her ass beside him. Without being asked, she lit the tip for him. Her movements were awkward, like she'd never used a lighter before.
"Good girl."
"Thank you..." He patted her rigid posture's ass. The feel of it in his hand was pleasing. Her shoulders still trembled slightly, watching his mood.
"Have a glass."
Nayae carefully took the glass he offered. She was never much of a drinker, and on an empty stomach, this strong liquor would churn her guts. But seeing Yuchan's smiling insistence, she threw it back in one gulp.
"D-delicious..."
"Right? A bit pricey for a cheap-cunt slut like you."
Whether from the harsh liquor fumes or the contemptuous label, Nayae's smooth brow furrowed slightly. Yuchan didn't stop, making her down about five glasses in a row. She choked it back gamely, cheeks flushing red in no time. Her stiff posture swayed side to side; it was clearly overwhelming.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and laid her back on the sofa. Its wide expanse let her recline with just her shoulder blades propped, legs splayed out.
"Shall we check how much Nayae's clit has grown?"
"Y-yes...!" Without a word, she drew her heels up from the floor and spread her legs wide in an M.
There was barely any shame in the act anymore. Immunity built to all emotions, and shame was one of them. After exposing every filthy side of herself since yesterday, this level of embarrassment was nothing.
Yuchan deliberately brought his face close to inspect her pretty pussy. Far riper than before. Even fresh from the shower, honey leaked copiously, overflowing the slit. The petals quivered at his gaze. At their gathered peak hung the clit—now so superbly swollen it protruded even unerect. Yet it kept its tender pink hue and plump look: top-shelf quality.
"Your childish little pussy's grown up a bit."
"All thanks to you, Teacher..." The words carried a hint of resentment, but he ignored it. He rolled the well-developed nub with his fingertip. Each light glide made her plump hole clench inside and out.
"Shall I put it in now?"
Nayae swallowed hard at the question. Never in her life had she felt such monstrous lust. The weekly injections to her cervix, 51 clitoral orgasms total, and 11 hours abandoned on the bed without release. More than enough to ripen her half-baked female flesh. Even as he'd washed her, her insides had itched painfully.
"Yes... Make my pussy mature all the way inside too..."
Was this fear of blackmail making her spread her legs? Or her own desire begging her rapist for sex? Her muddled mind couldn't tell. Yuchan stripped off his pants. Seeing her heart race at the sight of his throbbing monster, Nayae felt disgust. Her conservative sexual morals and moral fastidiousness made her traitorous body an object of hatred.
His glans slowly traversed her slit. Bubbling sounds, strings of arousal. The inhumanly hot mucosa welcomed his cock eagerly.
"Haaang...❤" A moan burst from her throat. Nayae's plump ass quivered as she let out an anticipatory cry. Every nerve focused on her sex. She felt every vein as his shaft forced apart her clenched walls.
Nothing else mattered now. If only this filthy lust could be purged entirely, who the partner was didn't matter. Nayae rationalized it desperately.
Plop! After just one thrust, her pussy nearly climaxed as his slick cock slid smoothly out.
"Ah..." Air escaped her. The sudden void from the withdrawing fullness drew an unwitting sigh.
"Why... why'd you pull out?"
Yuchan sneered at her timid question. "Too subpar a pussy for my education. You begged me to shove it in this trash?"
"Haht... Ah..." Before she could apologize, his foot ground her petals mercilessly. Her hypersensitive clit pathetically throbbed with pleasure from that alone.
"No weird moans. Apologize properly."
The wet rag squelching underfoot echoed from her lower belly. Bearing down harder, he crushed her beneath. Even then, she felt it—regretting it hadn't moved just enough to cum inside. Just as he intended, she was breaking.
"I'm sorry... I'm sor—haang...!!"
"Make it more sincere. Not that bitch-in-heat wailing."
"Sorry my pussy hole's so loose... Haht...❤"
Yuchan pulled out a marker and scrawled across her lower belly. He'd wanted to during hypnosis but held off to avoid traces; now he indulged.
"Read it properly."
Thick black lines formed vivid tattoo-like script on her white skin, visible from afar.
"Zero-point trash pussy..."
"Act up like this again, and it'll be a real tattoo right here. Your future husband'll love that."
He removed his foot and unpacked the onahole he'd bought today. A pink silicone male masturbator the size of a soda can. Nayae could guess its purpose from the shape but not his intent.
"Teacher's backed up too, so I'll make do with this."
Positioning it below her spread pussy, he scooped her juices with his fingers. Transparent nectar welled up, slicking the toy.
"Kinda pathetic buying this when I've got a bitch in heat at home."
"I'm sorry..."
"I'll forgive you if we use your pussy juice instead of lube."
His fingers teased only the entrance. After tasting his huge cock inside once, Nayae couldn't be satisfied with that. Once lubricated enough with her fluids, Yuchan plunged into the onahole.
She stared blankly. The silicone stretched taut at the tip, unable to handle his girth. What if she were in there? If he gripped her waist and pounded... Gasping, she reflexively reached to masturbate, but his sharp glare stopped her. Snapping to, she halted her hand mid-pussy like a pup caught stealing treats.
"This thing's cold. Needs warming up."
Squatting before her with the onahole, he grinned. "Perfect spot right here. You're barely even a cock warmer—just an onahole case, got it?"
She realized his plan. Not content with treating her like a sex toy, now she was a holder to fix and heat the real toy.
"Hold it steady. If it slips, I'll fist your loose hole to make it looser."
"Yes..." The smooth silicone slithered in, rubbing her walls. Not small, but hollow and soft, it slipped easily into her pussy. The sensation inside was negligible—just a vague fullness. Too squishy to hit her hotspots.
Filming as she caressed her lower belly, forgetting even to cry. The onahole's end poked out from her pretty pussy. A masturbator inside a masturbator? Matryoshka dolls. Yuchan chuckled at his own dark joke.