Former Singer, Current Pregnant Woman (4)
Squats were inherently a somewhat embarrassing exercise, thrusting the hips back prominently. Harin's bare backside, rising and falling without a stitch of clothing, was astonishingly lascivious. Yuchan filmed it all from a low angle, capturing her ass drawing away and closing in.
"I'm... sorry... I'm so sorry!"
The camcorder screen filled with her thick cheeks, the pale pink slit between them winking open like a protruding tongue with each pose. Tamed by masochism and blooming into depravity, Harin was already soaking her hole just from knowing it was being recorded. Instinctual arousal, utterly at odds with her mind.
Finishing her squats, Harin turned hesitantly, glancing back at Yuchan. The face she'd forced into composure moments ago had changed. A faint bitter tang of fear mingled with a scorching hunger that licked at her tongue. Her white cheeks flushed with peony red, lips bitten raw.
"You were something of a celebrity once. And here you are, naked, squeezing out breast milk while squatting—and your pussy's drooling over it. Your old fans would be so disappointed."
Yuchan pulled her body close and laid her on the bed. Her movements were slower than before, weighed down by the heaviness. She was taking extreme care not to harm the baby inside.
"Haaang..."
No foreplay needed—he slid in slowly. Her molten pussy clung sweetly to its master, enveloping him in a softness that sucked at his entire body. Her earlier demeanor vanished; Harin immediately let out a coquettish moan. This one's ready to go—no breaking required. Feeling the plush mucosa wrap around his cock, Yuchan began a slow rhythm of thrusts.
"Do you fuck your husband often?"
"Lately... not... haang... much. He's... being considerate... because of the pregnancy..."
It was only natural for a conditioned bitch to go limp under a real cock. Harin took Yuchan's massive shaft with practiced ease, her eyes soon glistening wet. A sensual, lascivious expression—swollen belly twitching, milk leaking from her nipples, face melting as she gazed at him.
Yuchan stroked her belly like a craftsman admiring his work. Harin flinched at the touch, her face twisting in distaste. She hated the idea of the baby being defiled more than her own body being dirtied.
"Hak... hng..."
Her labia, now well-worn compared to their first time, clung slickly to his shaft, drenched in her juices. Her clit stood sharply erect, peeled bare and flaunting its obscene form as if thoroughly teased.
"So that's why you're starving like this? Makes sense—a pathetic husband's shrimp dick could never satisfy a slut like you."
"I-I'm... haak... fine, but... don't insult him..."
"What are you talking about? You're the one who whined that his tiny prick couldn't even reach your womb."
"Hng... that was... because you... made me..."
He brought up last late summer, when he'd summoned her and impregnated her. Under his brutal hip thrusts, she'd entered full slave mode, mindlessly badmouthing her husband at his command. Even as lust boiled and she hated the man pounding her, she'd insulted the innocent husband who loved her completely. Stirring her guilt made her hot cunt spasm, clinging tighter to his cock. No matter how she pretended otherwise, Harin was a bitch among bitches. Even Nayae, fully brainwashed, seemed pure and model by comparison.
"That's why I came on this 'business trip.' To fill your starving pregnant pussy. Right?"
"Haaang... yes... you're right..."
"Then say it clearly."
Twisting her lewdly jiggling tits distorted the pretty water-drop breasts into ugliness. Milk streamed through his fingers. It had been months since she'd had real sex. Since getting pregnant, her husband had barely touched her—and even then, it was just him jerking off inside her.
"His... thing can't... satisfy my slut pussy..."
Pleasure had numbed her brain. Even her burning hatred was nothing against the tidal wave of ecstasy. With mesmerizing gestures and voice, Harin began babbling from her pretty lips.
"Thing? You call that a thing?"
"No... haak... it's a worthless retard dick... My husband's an inferior retard... with a useless... hiiing..."
She knew the depravity of defiling what was most precious to her. She sensed these words spilling from her lips weren't just from coercion. She was irredeemable trash. Tears streamed down, yet Harin spread her thick pussy wide with her hands, his cock pistoning in and out. A broken smile twisted her lips. Her face became one of groveling submission, begging for seed like a bitch in heat.
"My husband... haang... can't even compare to Master Yuchan... he's a pathetic male... ❤"
"And what are you?"
Pounding the butterfly wings of her labia flipped open by her own hands, he demanded.
She probably didn't even know what she was saying anymore. Casting aside all morals and conscience, she chased pleasure, spouting only what Yuchan wanted.
"I'm... hang... a stupid bitch... getting knocked up on another man's seed... and still begging for cum... "
"Pathetic male and stupid bitch. A match made in heaven."
"Yes... so... haat... fuck this pregnant dog pussy... haeut... please... ❤"
Her voice trailed off in that characteristic slur when drowned in pleasure, tickling his ears. Pent-up frustration had built up; she hit peak depravity in just three minutes. His movements roughened. The bed creaked. Sheets rustled against bare skin, squeaking springs urging his hips.
Then Yuchan fiddled with his phone, playing a song. Her hit track from when she'd peaked as a singer. One she'd never perform or hear on stage again.
"Years later, and the lyrics still hit hard. Don't you think?"
"No... I hate it... turn it off... please..."
What had Yuchan done to her pleas to keep singing? He'd forced her into obscene stage outfits: a costume exposing all her modified holes; hot pants so tiny her labia bulged through the fabric; sleeveless top with nipple holes. Vibrators of monstrous size jammed in both holes while she danced and sang desperately. Then he broke his promise. Mocking her sobs, he drenched the outfit in cum and piss. Her Christmas concert was canceled, followed by a night of sexual torment.
"Now your stage is under my cock. Your swollen belly and tits jiggling is your dance, that slutty moaning voice is your song."
"Don't... press my belly... haaaang..."
Yuchan pinned her squirming belly down, immobilizing her. Her once agile, powerful dancer's body waddled and flailed pathetically—a delightful sight. He ramped up the tempo, mercilessly ravaging every corner of her hole. When his half-thrusts turned threatening, slamming her cervix, Harin went limp in orgasm.
"Haaaaak... nooooo..."
She plugged her ears, shaking her head wildly. Whether from pleasure or revulsion, her body clearly responded to his cock. Even abuse invoking her past during pregnancy couldn't override a bitch's instincts. Right on the highlight chorus, Yuchan sneered in perfect sync.
"Not sure if I'm being as 'gentle' as your lyrics say."
"Don't wanna hear it... haaaang... hate it...!!!"
Yuchan gripped her clit hard. The delicate bud crushed under his strong fingers. Any normal woman would scream in pain, feeling no pleasure. But Harin, riding chained climaxes into multi-orgasmic frenzy, arched like a bow.
"Haaaaang... haaaak... ❤"
"That's right—cry like that."
Despair etched her face, only for the bitch expression to carve over it again. Like under hypnosis, she released her ears and began kneading her nipples. A sudden shift, like a one-woman show. Her innocent features twisted into something dangerously feral.
"More... fuck me harder... higuk... make me think nothing... haang... all the way...!!!"
Facing endless trauma clawing her breasts, she chose pleasure as escape. Pounded brainless by cock, she could forget everything: the bed where she'd made love with her husband now raped upon; her past chasing beautiful dreams. As long as there was cock, all vanished.
"You love cock that much?"
"Yes... yes... I wasn't meant to be a singer... hauk! Getting fucked like this... aangang... singing while pounded is my happiest... keep going... hik... fuck my baby room too..."
Her tone rang utterly sincere—no acting here. He knew her psyche was unstable after relentless torment, but not this bad. Who could imagine her glorious past from this? The charismatic dancer driving fans to frenzy under dazzling lights?
"After the kid, I'll call again. You can pop out three no problem, right?"
"Yes yes... I'll bear them all big and strong... make me pregnant with yours again..."
Her face, indistinguishable between tears and laughter, was a mess of tears and sweat.
"Getting bored of you now. Raise a son right, and beg me to fuck him too."
"E-even... with my son... I'll do it... I'll teach him sex ed..."
"How?"
"Suck... his dick too... teach him fucking... eeeik... ❤"
"Crazy bitch."
Sneering, Yuchan pressed tight to her spasming womb mouth. Her twitching asshole and clenching lips made holding back impossible. Imagining her future son must've pushed her over. Feeling a twinge of absurdity, Yuchan unleashed deep inside her.
"Higiik... deeper... cum deeper... please..."
Harin spread her legs wide, hugging his waist. Aggression impossible for a rape victim.
"Haat... haat... baby seed... come in..."
Feeling her walls milk the last drops, Yuchan breathed leisurely. Their ragged breaths intertwined. The song, nearing its end, faded quietly.