#19 Back Hole Development (5)
“I... I'm now commencing the deflowering ceremony for Fit Life model Seohyun's virginity...”
It was an utterly lascivious scene. A twenty-year-old model with sleek, supple flesh spread her shy twin holes wide open toward the camera as she began her self-introduction. Her body traced graceful curves like the finest silverware. Just like Yuchan, her innate beauty had been honed through gym sessions and strict dieting, and now it draped languidly across the bed, flaunting its allure. Her exquisite chrysanthemum bud, already swollen thick from Nayae's relentless probing, glistened alongside the dew-kissed soft slit beneath it. Those pristine holes, which had never permitted any man's intrusion, now gaped and twitched under her own hands.
“Master Yuchan will personally... reeducate-rape me, a lesbian, with his hands... Please teach both of Seohyun's holes the taste of a man—holes I would never have allowed near one otherwise...”
Even uttering those lines made her face burn with shame. And delivering them with her most precious parts fully exposed before the camera? Utterly mortifying. But she had no choice. Yuchan had phrased it obliquely, but it was a clear warning: disobey, and he'd destroy Nayae in the cruelest way imaginable.
She'd always thought it foolish to yield to a terrorist holding hostages. But now, with her own friend in the crosshairs and herself forced to choose, her convictions crumbled.
“So, which hole do you want it in first?”
Yuchan stepped behind her, sliding thick fingers into each orifice—one index into her pussy, one middle into her ass. Both welcomed him with distinct grips and textures, soft and yielding. He'd expected the front, but the rear swallowing him so easily? That surprised him inwardly.
“Ah... just pick any! You're gonna do both anyway.”
“No, just one today.”
In truth, she hated either option. Nayae had taught her that even the ass could bring pleasure. But getting railed there by a man's cock—in front of Yuchan, in front of the camera? She couldn't bear showing that orgasmic disgrace. No matter how she fought it, prolonged fucking would drag her to climax anyway.
Her pussy, though, was built for sex, a reproductive organ. Feeling pleasure there wasn't as humiliating as the ass. But that meant the risk of pregnancy if a cock went in. Her unsafe days had ended today, but a woman's fertile window wasn't clockwork precise. If Yuchan creampied her, conception loomed.
She wanted nothing to do with his spawn.
Hesitating, Seohyun finally parted her lips. “The... the back...”
“Perfect. Last thing I need is you knocking up on me.”
Acting all concerned now, the smooth-talking prick. Yuchan smacked her ass cheek lightly, urging her on.
“What are you waiting for? Explain exactly which hole and how.”
“This conversation's enough already!”
“Should I call Nayae instead? She'd probably love carrying my kid.”
“Urk! You fucking bastard.”
“And you'd get your pussy fucked raw by that same bastard.”
He kept quiet about Nayae's birth control pills—for future leverage. Seohyun knew well the terror of unwanted pregnancy for a woman like her. Threatening to impregnate Nayae would hit hard.
“Come on, spread it wide and declare it clearly.”
“I know!”
Seohyun lifted her hands slightly from her cheeks, stretching her asshole taut for display. The lube inside stung as cool air hit it.
“Then today... we'll open my rear entrance, developed just for cock insertion. P-please watch closely...”
No one would actually watch, of course. But Seohyun executed the order flawlessly, her reluctant tone awkward yet shamefully perfect. Had she learned from Nayae? Satisfied, Yuchan stripped.
2.
It was tight enough that he considered just shoving in raw. But this was fresh merchandise, and he craved giving Seohyun a debut so degrading she'd never forget it. He lay beside her instead.
Seohyun's eyes widened at the sight of his rock-hard erection stabbing skyward. She'd been complacent. Korean men averaged small—she'd seen the stats—and Nayae had crammed an 18cm-thick dildo up her ass today. That should accommodate Yuchan easily...
“What're you doing? Climb on.”
The veiny, throbbing monster matched black porn stars she'd watched, akin to the fake cock in Nayae's bathroom. Bulging veins, fist-like glans, curved like a scimitar—intimidating.
“Ah... I know...”
Terror gripped her, but she had no choice. Trusting the prep torture's effects, she aligned her anus with his glans. Toys couldn't match this scorching heat—even brushing it felt like burns.
“Here, wear this on your head.”
“What's this?”
“You're gonna bounce on my dick—suits a bunny, right?”
“...”
Yuchan handed her the bunny-ear headband from her bunny girl cosplay. Naked was one thing, but this accessory? Far more humiliating. Seohyun flashed contempt but donned the pink ears without retort. Ass getting opened anyway—what's this matter? she rationalized.
“I checked with my fingers earlier—it's loose enough. Just drop down, no worries.”
He gripped the base, aiming it for her. Seohyun bit her lip, lowering her firm ass cheeks slowly.
“Hngh...!!!”
Her vow of silent endurance shattered at 1cm. The forbidden hole stretched forcibly, like shoving a red-hot iron orb inside.
“Ex... extreme...”
“Breathe slow, relax. Or you'll hurt yourself.”
No room for retorts amid his smirk. She knew from experience: loosen the sphincter, and the rest eased. His glans was widest; endure that, and it tapered. Sweating buckets, she labored to swallow the head fully, then inched down the shaft. Objectively a minute, but it felt eternal.
“Guh... hng...”
“Top model pussy's got talent—ass too.”
Yuchan steadied her squatting thighs. A collapse could snap his dick—a disaster. Personally, this ranked among the best asses he'd sampled: slick with lube, pre-stretched yet viciously tight, like it aimed to sever him. Anal bliss hinged on that O-ring muscle's elasticity and squeeze—Seohyun aced both. No stretch meant quick ruin; no grip meant enema waste, no better than pussy.
“Move already. This ain't doing shit.”
“Krhng...”
He smacked her frozen, statue-stiff thighs. Seohyun admitted two miscalculations. First, size aside, toys were soft silicone; his cock was stone-hard, pulsing realistically against her walls. Second, her honeycomb-ravaged ass was defenseless, leaking honey at the slightest nudge. One thrust might tip her over. Could she stay composed through stacked orgasms?
Fear gnawed her.
“O... okay... hooooh❤”
The shaft raked her hypersensitive walls. A bizarre moan escaped her gut. She clapped a hand over her mouth, checking Yuchan's face. He gazed up, barely stifling laughter.
Her face blazed. Mortifying enough to die.
“This'll take forever.”
“Hah... but yours is too big! Just wait till I adjust...”
“Why should I? Nayae'd bounce happily—her tits are better than yours, too. Love watching 'em jiggle.”
“Don't... drag Nayae in. I'll do it all...”
“Fine, I'll help with my hands. But you've got a job.”
“Wh... what?”
Yuchan could lift her one-handed. He'd never expected flawless cowgirl anal from the start. All per plan.
3.
Renowned psychologist Carl Jung—Yuchan's favorite—called shame the soul's swamp. A social emotion unique to intelligent, feeling humans, capable of driving them to suicide. Yuchan knew wielding shame masterfully broke women.
When did Seohyun feel it most? Nudity. Forced anal. Those inflicted shame aplenty—she'd wave them off, but he'd pocket them casually. Yet insufficient.
Males existed to sow seed; females to receive. No matter the shame, arousal devoured it instantly. In that moment, she'd forget to blush at sex or nakedness.
Thus, Yuchan demanded acts utterly detached from fucking—sealing every escape from shame.
Seohyun laced her hands behind her head, thrusting her breasts forward like a display. Covering them fully was impossible anyway, but exposing her armpits instinctively heightened awareness of her bare torso.
“Getting used to it? Time to sing.”
“Hik... hng... hoht...❤ W-wait... hik...!!!”
Gripping her thighs like oars, Yuchan leisurely savored her ass—dropping her with enough drop for her sphincter to snag from shaft to sensitive glans base, tasting every mucosal inch.
Even Seohyun, acclimating to shame, squeezed her eyes shut at his demand, desperate to flee.
“Mou... mountain bunny... bunny... hiiiik...❤”
He wanted her bucking on his cock while singing a children's folk song every Korean knew: Mountain Bunny. Utterly unrelated to sex—and deeply embarrassing. Yuchan simply craved her humiliated, dancing, singing atop his dick.
“Eyes open, lock on mine while you sing.”
Even her turkey-like urge to blind herself was thwarted by his insight.