#26 Late Regret (3)
Yuchan administered an extra dose of sedative to Nayae, who lay unconscious. If she were to regain her senses now, it might complicate things by amplifying Seohyun's guilt. Today's role for Nayae was to serve as the sacrificial offering in Seohyun's place—a marinated delicacy, oiled and ripened to perfection, hand-delivered by Seohyun herself to sate Yuchan's malice.
Seohyun watched in silence as Yuchan pressed a handkerchief to Nayae's lips, unable to utter a word. It was impossible to imagine this was the same girl who would fly into a rage at the slightest touch. Fear had a freshness to it, much like ingredients in a dish—each with its own distinct flavor. The violence Seohyun had just endured was a rare vintage, far superior to the diluted terrors she'd known before: the ruin of her life or her friend's, abstract fears mediated by imagination.
But the pain she'd felt firsthand, skin to skin, delivered something far more profound. No ordinary twenty-year-old woman could withstand the stress of knowing one wrong move might cost her life. Seohyun's already fraying will shattered completely, crumbling without even a chance for repair. Even Yuchan could hear the faint rattle of her broken spirit in his ear.
"Seohyun."
Yuchan invoked the rule from their recent game: endure three strikes, and Nayae would be freed forever. Fail, and she would obey his every command for the day. His next order was brutally simple: help me rape Nayae.
Seohyun flinched at his call, her body rigid with tension. She was still hunched over, the lingering pain matched only by her fear of him. The bold girl who'd once confronted him head-on now trembled at a mere glance.
"While I was playing with you, Nayae's gotten a bit dry down there. Time to wet her up again."
"Ugh... y-yeah..."
Absolute obedience. It was merely the prerequisite for every command Yuchan had issued so far, and Seohyun was too ensnared to even consider defiance. But now, the word sank into her skin, vivid and inescapable.
She shuffled toward Nayae, glancing back at Yuchan for approval. Even in this state, a flicker of resistance lingered—but no pleas like can't it be me instead? escaped her lips.
Yuchan watched as Seohyun buried her head hesitantly between Nayae's spread legs. Her slender tongue emerged, lapping at Nayae's labia. With slick, dripping sounds, she crouched like a cat licking milk, stimulating Nayae's body. Even in sleep, sexual touch reached the flesh's core. Nayae's closed eyes fluttered, her sighs shifting from shallow breaths to heated gasps—proof enough.
Yuchan savored the sight of two beautiful flowers layered together, then placed an ashtray atop Seohyun's arched back. She twisted around at the sudden cold touch.
"Keep going."
He lit his cigarette and urged her on. Without protest, she returned to Nayae's crotch. Her compliance was pleasing. He inhaled deeply, tapping ash into the tray, and watched Seohyun's form quiver with humiliation. This was no mere pet treatment—Yuchan was using her as furniture, less than human.
Outrage and defiance required emotional leeway she no longer had. She was too cowed for any rebellion. He gripped her hips lightly, her pelvis thrust out submissively. The mere contact accelerated her anxiety; her trembling threatened to topple the ashtray.
"I'm bored. Mind if I fuck you while I'm at it?"
"Slurp... y-yeah..."
Her voice was a whisper. Yuchan gripped his cock and teased her folds with the tip. Dryer than Nayae's, her pussy had turned desert-arid from her depleted spirit. Thrusting in now would hurt them both. Yet he forced his way inside anyway, twisting roughly.
First reason: she'd lubricate eventually. Second: sex under these conditions would heap extra shame on her, reminding her this was pure violation, no care given.
He moved his hips with delicate care to keep the ashtray steady. At first, only the glans fit; then, as he ground deeper, her pussy began secreting fluid—her tragic female instinct, physiological regardless of circumstance or emotion, protecting her walls and accommodating the invading male organ.
Squelch... squelch... The drier sounds echoed compared to usual. Then, Seohyun—who'd lain still as death—began moving her hips on her own. Her heart-shaped ass rippled tentatively in time with his thrusts.
"Hng... haa..."
Even Yuchan had to admire it. The lubrication was just enough for him, painful for her. Yet she wasn't lost in pleasure. She moved desperately, hoping to satisfy him so thoroughly that his interest in Nayae would fade—no ejaculation inside her friend.
Yuchan saw through it but played along, granting her this sliver of hope for her final act of courage.
"This feels pretty good in its own way."
"R-right? I... I like fucking you too..."
"I'll take the ashtray off, so move prettier."
He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and removed the tray. Freed, Seohyun shook her hips more vigorously. Fresh slickness made it smoother. Her focus was entirely on her lower body; even her exposed asshole twitched in pitiful effort to please him.
"Hng... feels good?"
"Might just stick to you today."
"R-really? I'll move harder... eek... hiik..."
She slammed her ass down deep, as if to take him to her womb's end. The plump fornix teased his glans. It was mere pleasure for Yuchan, but Seohyun convulsed wildly from the intense stimulation—yet never stopped. It bordered on a sense of duty.
But to a jaded man like Yuchan, her technique was predictable. Harin alone could outdo her tenfold with ecstatic hip rolls. Time for the main event.
"Out. Good job getting me hard."
He yanked his cock free and shoved her aside with brute force. Suddenly discarded after deep immersion, Seohyun curled up, eyes squeezed shut—like prey playing dead before a predator. He playfully smacked her ass; each time, her breath hitched.
Left alone like that for a while, she finally cracked her eyes open, murmuring in confusion.
"You're gonna do Nayae now...?"
"Fucking you was fun, but I should properly devour Nayae too."
Biting her lip, Seohyun rose slowly, her face crumpling as if the sky were falling. She seemed on the verge of speaking but glanced toward the door instead, yearning to flee. No sloppy escapism allowed—that's what the violence was for.
Yuchan lifted Nayae and lay back on the bed, positioning her upper body atop his chest. Petite as she was, she draped over him like a sleeping child, weightless. Arm around her waist, he commanded Seohyun:
"Grab my cock and guide it in."
Seohyun, who'd been avoiding his gaze, finally met his eyes—raw horror and shock plain on her face. Frozen like a statue, she heard his gentle whisper:
"You're my helper today. Didn't you hear me?"
Helping rape the friend she'd sworn to protect—because she'd submitted to violence. Yuchan's little game doubled her guilt: no mere accomplice, but a traitor who'd betrayed Nayae for her own safety.
"Three, two..."
"I-I'll do it... just tell me."
At the countdown, she seized his cock frantically. Her cold, tense hand trembled like a palsy patient's around his sensitive shaft. Yuchan waited leisurely, studying her face—twisted as if holding a live bomb, lost in her own thoughts.
"Insert it."
At his low command, she gripped mid-shaft and rubbed it against Nayae's dew-kissed folds—glistening from Seohyun's earlier attentions. The size difference was stark; one might doubt it could fit.
Schlick... schlick... Finally, his cock breached Nayae's tight pussy. With Seohyun holding it, only the glans entered, even given its girth. He felt warm vaginal walls around the tip, her hand along the shaft. Nayae's soft breasts pressed cushion-like against his chest, alluring. Even asleep, her body responded honestly—nipples hardening from within against his bare skin.
Seohyun stared blankly at his cock invading Nayae's delicate slit—the atrocity she'd wrought. She could pull it out now, but her hand clung like roots, terrified of defying him.
"How is it?"
"What?"
"Describe the situation. In your own words."
Fear pierced her foggy mind. He wanted her to voice her own destruction.
"Y-your... cock is inside Nayae."
She forced the words out, tongue bitten raw. Too tepid; his razor-sharp correction came as expected.
"Say it cutely and precisely, like when you begged for sex earlier."
Recalling her fawning to save Nayae, her face flushed. He excelled at exploiting shame, fear, and guilt.
"I... put your cock in Nayae's pussy..."
"Why?"
"To... help you r-rape Nayae... hng..."
Her numb heart stabbed anew, like swallowing needles. Worse, amid the agony, she didn't think to withdraw his cock.
Every reaction delighted Yuchan.
"Then grab Nayae's ass and move her. Until I fill her little womb with my seed."