#15 If You See a Lily, You Break It (3)
1. Specialness comes from difference.
“All sheep live on the meadow. Grazing idly in the pastoral fields where the breezes blow, bleating meh-eh-eh. They’d never imagine a wolf in sheep’s clothing right beside them.”
His father had taught him that he and his child were chosen, special humans. But Yuchan knew it ultimately stemmed from difference. Being different from others didn’t always mean being superior to them. A bent fork wasn’t a special fork—it was just a broken one.
Yuchan had never truly grieved, never winced at another’s pain, never felt a pang of conscience no matter how atrocious his deeds.
“We are wolves,” his father had said with immense pride, believing it a saint’s privilege beyond the shackles of the mundane. But Yuchan harbored doubts. Are Father and son simply broken? Defective goods with some critical flaw? Nothing more?
His father had no answer. For the first time since birth, he glared at his son with hatred, swinging a knife—only to have his throat pierced by his child’s blade. In his dying moments, his father’s mouth gaped like a goldfish’s. Seeing him no different from the victims he despised and scorned stripped away Yuchan’s last illusion about his father.
Having lost his sole confidant and comrade, Yuchan dove headlong into the nature of humanity. He devoured hundreds of psychology papers, pored over countless neuroscience tomes. Yet none explained his pathology.
Undeterred, he turned to philosophy, hoping the great legacies of geniuses who delved deepest into the human soul held answers. But like swimming endlessly in a black sea, all that remained was emptiness. He understood materialism and idealism but couldn’t accept them. Existentialism and emotivism offered answers comprehensible only within their self-contained worlds.
When Yuchan closed the final page of hundreds of philosophy books, etching their brilliant passages into his mind, he dimly understood. Beasts have no philosophy. Beasts have no ideology. Thus, no philosophy or conviction could exist within him.
Acknowledging and accepting that brought paradoxical peace. If he was a shallow creature chasing only representations to their core, then he’d indulge them fully. Eat, drink, writhe in pleasure, until a hunter’s shotgun pierced his spine. He vowed to sit upon a throne of sheep, savoring every last morsel.
2. Yuchan’s rough hand seized Nayae’s breast. A hand utterly unlike a woman’s—callused palms hardened from relentless workouts felt like a beast’s claws, making her tremble violently.
“Haaang... This position... it’s too deep... ❤”
Her ample breasts deformed through the tacky cow-print pajamas. Nayae, with her innate baby face, pulled off even childish sleepwear naturally, but dressed up like this, she blended surprisingly well with erotic allure. Straddling him on the sofa, she twisted her waist, slowly grinding her hips.
Finishing his call, Yuchan embraced her with unprecedented gentleness. He caressed her face tenderly, meticulously teasing her erogenous zones and their surroundings. Until her slender nude body swayed dramatically at the slightest touch. His devoted kisses and caresses felt like being served by him, leaving Nayae humbled and grateful.
“Nayae, were you jealous?”
“Haaang... Jealous...? How could I... dare... haeut...”
Nayae rocked her hips slowly, like rowing on her belly. Facing each other in this seated position allowed his cock to plunge deeper than imagined. Even light back-and-forth motions sent waist-shattering pleasure radiating from her lower abdomen. It felt like being a condemned prisoner slowly torn apart on a skewer—except blood and guts were replaced by overwhelming ecstasy.
“Nayae would do anything I ask, right?”
“Yesss... yes... Tell me anything... I’ll... do it all... ❤”
Grabbing her ponytail, he whispered in her ear. Just his breath grazing her ear sent shivers prickling every hair on her body. Supporting her hips to steady her posture, he kneaded her breast with his other hand. Whenever bored, he’d bite—leaving her pale tits covered in teeth marks. Each hard bite made her pussy clench, addicting her utterly.
Nayae’s expression gradually hardened at his words.
“Teacher’s getting another pet...?”
She hated that. She wanted to monopolize him. But refusing Teacher’s request was...
“Nayae, you’re my most cherished pet. Yes, you could call this feeling love.”
“Love...?”
Her stiffened face melted like she was drugged. He felt her cervix twitching against his glans.
“Teacher... loves me...?”
To Nayae’s incredulous gaze, Yuchan flashed a bright smile. Among all human emotions, love was the finest motivator. He firmly believed in its greatness.
“Of course. I truly love you, Nayae. From your toes to the top of your head.”
“Kyaaang... ❤”
Pulling her ankles closer, he sharpened the insertion angle. Their size difference made her belly bulge when fully hilted. A few thrusts in this state turned her into a vibrating masturbator, pleasuring his cock.
“Haaggrrruk....”
“You love me too, right, Nayae?”
Betraying no expectations, Nayae shuddered her hips, eagerly falling into his pleasure trap. No escape now. She no longer sought one anyway.
“Yesss... Nayae loves only Teacher... Loves you most in the world...”
“You love me, so we fuck every day. You accepted my mark as proof you’re mine.”
“Of course! Hehe... haeut... ❤”
Love that embraced submission and obedience so readily. Truly sublime. Nayae shook her hips vigorously, overjoyed. Her waist might snap from pleasure, but repaying his love meant this—her useless self’s only use was her pussy.
“Haaang... haaang... How’s this? Teacher gave me that dildo to practice deepthroating... haeut... I practiced hard.”
“My, my, you’re doing great.”
Her juices splattered with wet squelches. Grinding like pounding rice, she desperately stimulated him. Teacher always scolded harshly, but today he was so soft. Happiness might kill her.
“Like... this... haeut.. ❤ One.. two.. one... two... ❤”
Like gymnastics, she kept rhythm, beaming as she served. Yuchan chuckled lightly, meeting her eyes. Her fervor—moved by his lies, slapping her own ass while riding— was so ridiculous he didn’t need to fake a smile.
Not all his words were lies. He did love her body. Well-grown, meticulously maintained, on the cusp between girl and bitch—always taut and fresh.
“How is it? How is it?”
“Now you dance beautifully even on top. Quite touching.”
“Hehehe, so happy to be praised again... haaang... Keep praising me... ❤”
Yuchan yanked her choker, kissing her deeply. Nayae lavished his protruding tongue with slutty play, like sucking cock—without missing a beat on her hips. Top-tier fleshlight.
“Then... I’ll do as Teacher says... But today too... fill Nayae’s womb full... with your warm cum...”
Shedding innocence, Nayae bloomed into a lewd succubus. Yuchan flung her onto the sofa like wrestling a mount away—gently enough to fan her lover’s-heat flames.
Rubbing his cock against her plump mound in doggy, her small frame and sofa height made the perfect angle.
“You’ve worked hard, Nayae. Today, Teacher serves you.”
“R-Really...?”
At the embarrassing words, she writhed, wiggling her birthing hips.
Parting her sopping petals, he slid in slowly. The angle let him strike her weakness near-perpendicular at sixty degrees. Just entry made her saggy posture lift gradually. Pinning one hip, he jabbed the glans—drawing sweet moans.
“Haaaang.... ❤”
“Who do you belong to, Nayae?”
“Haeut... haaang... Nayae is... Teacher Yuchan’s... Pussy too... these useless jiggling udders... all Teacher’s...”
Squelch-squelch—the position amplified wet sounds lewdly. Stirring her premium pussy earnestly, her hips dipped evasively.
“Teaaacher~ That’s Nayae’s weak spot... ❤ Don’t pound it with your cock like that... ha-wook... ❤”
“This your weak spot?”
“Yesss... Nayae’s heat switch... haaang... Press it and... my insides go all soft...”
“Then I’ll press harder.”
Leaning forward, he slammed perpendicular into her swollen clit. The impact dwarfed her prior wriggling.
“Teaaacher... huck...!!!”
“Sorry, what? Didn’t hear.”
With pathetic screams, her body convulsed, folding backward.
“C-Cock... cock... cooock... Faster... faaaster...”
“Wanna cum?”
“Yesss... Nayae’s maso-pussy... ram it wild with Teacher’s cock~”
“Remember Teacher’s cock shape well?”
“Y-Yes.. yes!! Nayae’s Teacher-exclusive... kyaaang... cocksleeve... Even swimming... all to make Teacher’s cock feel good...”
“Rare pussy that sucks like this. You worked hard.”
One piston, one climax. Nayae crested the piled orgasms.
“Keuheuk...!”
Her pussy’s convolutions proved its luxury as Yuchan shifted, driving his glans to wreck her womb.
“Hiyaaaaang.... ❤”
Tight walls resisted the intrusion, pressure near-tearing. Her ass twitched wildly.
“Stop dodging.”
“N-Not dodging... body’s... on its own... haaang...”
“You’re a slutty student. I’ll cum inside till your pussy reeks of Teacher’s semen.”
“My pussy... already reeks of Teacher’s cum... Womb too... fill the womb with cock-juice... haaak...!!!”
Post-climax chase-thrusts crushed her frail frame into the sofa. Aligning urethra to her spasming cervix precisely.
Gurgle-gurgle! Yuchan shuddered. Pent-up semen jets flooded her womb flawlessly.
“Haaang... haaang... Opening my womb wide...!! Inside... inside... baby batter... coming in... ❤”
Suddenly flooded with hot male fluid, Nayae burned, unleashing her final climax.