Late Regret (4)
Threesomes were such a well-known play that even Seohyun was aware of them. One man and two women, or vice versa. If that's all it had been, Seohyun wouldn't have been so rattled. She had tried her best to save Nayae somehow, but she already knew Nayae was dyed in Yuchan's colors, and that she herself couldn't escape him either. But could she really dismiss this as just a simple threesome?
Seohyun knelt at Yuchan's feet, gripping Nayae's shapely ass. Nayae lay sprawled over Yuchan's abdomen like a frog in heat attempting to mate. Seohyun grasped Nayae's lower body—which she'd indulged in countless times just days ago—and lowered her onto Yuchan's rigidly erect cock like a skewer. The scene felt distant, like something from a film, but it kept dragging up visions of Nayae drenched in blood.
"Nayae needs to impale herself deeper on that ass, Seohyun."
"....."
Yuchan issued his leisurely instructions, savoring the sensation of wielding a lifeless love doll on a stand. He didn't spare a glance for the pathos and self-loathing Seohyun must have been feeling—it wasn't worth his attention. Just lying there provided ample stimulation. Nayae's limp, unconscious hole was looser than usual, but Seohyun's devastated expression made up for it. What a thrilling scenario: helping the rape of a friend she'd literally surrendered to under threat of violence.
"Urk...!"
Seohyun barely swallowed back the bile rising in her throat. Yuchan's malice felt like black sludge pouring endlessly down it.
"Having a hard time?"
Seohyun shook her throbbing head. She didn't know why she denied it. Truthfully, she didn't want to think about it at all. She gathered her churning guts and refocused on Yuchan's command. She wanted to detach herself from reality as much as possible—to flee this hellish torment, the guilt, the self-hatred.
With Seohyun's eager assistance, Nayae's sopping meat hole was now so drenched with arousal fluid that it dripped down Yuchan's shaft as she rode it. And that was because Seohyun had gripped Nayae's waist and relentlessly slammed her down onto him.
"Seohyun, I heard something fun earlier."
Yuchan always timed his words to Seohyun for when she tried to escape the situation mentally. Escape wasn't just physical. He knew well how easily the human mind could go numb in deep, swamp-like despair—to freeze and necrotize itself for self-preservation, dodging immediate agony. That was like ruining fresh ingredients. Once he'd laid her on the cutting board, he felt obligated to preserve her freshness to the utmost.
"Didn't you say you regretted tormenting Nayae?"
Seohyun's mechanical, gear-like movements halted. He was crushing even her last shred of pride.
She nodded.
"Answer with words."
"I... said it..."
"You also said you'd protect Nayae, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Good, you're answering. But keep your hands moving."
Seohyun wiped her blurred eyes with her wrist, then gripped Nayae's ass again and pressed it firmly down onto Yuchan. The half-withdrawn, blood-red cock plunged back into Nayae's depths. The obscene squelch of mucosa on mucosa, the mingled scent of man and woman, the utterly cruel sight—it all shredded Seohyun's heart mercilessly.
"Isn't it strange? So why is Seohyun shaking Nayae's ass like an onahole to help rape her?"
A question he knew the answer to. It wasn't worth deep thought—just mockery to thicken the humiliation.
Seohyun's lips quivered. She felt her bruised stomach throbbing from Yuchan's earlier blows.
"B-because... I'm scared of getting hit..."
"So Seohyun's more afraid of her own pain than her friend getting raped?"
"....."
Seohyun clamped her mouth shut like a clam. Yuchan pressed her in a frightened voice.
"Answer me."
"Yes..."
His heavier tone drew polite speech from her unthinkingly.
"Then summarize what you said, nice and loud. Like you're giving a presentation—brisk and clear."
"...Seohyun is... scared of getting... hic... hit... so she's helping... her friend get... ra-haped... sob... sob..."
Her sorrow finally burst. Tears choked her voice, ragged breaths garbled her words. Biting her lip in self-loathing, her reaction only hardened Yuchan's cock further—like the perfect aphrodisiac.
"Now I finally get the right way to use Seohyun. Taming you was a hassle before. From now on, if I say I'll hit you, you'll obey nicely?"
"Y-yes... yes... I won't be cheeky anymore... sob... I'll obey..."
In truth, he'd avoided direct violence to see her various facets, and he'd been plenty satisfied. But now, he'd use the fear hammered into her core for even more entertainment.
"Don't cry, Seohyun. It hurts my heart seeing your pretty face ruined with tears."
"Sniff... hic... Yes... I won't cry..."
"There, there. It'd look like I'm forcing you to grab and shake Nayae's ass. You're doing it voluntarily because you hate pain, right?"
"Y-yes... yes..."
The harder she tried to stop, the more pearl-like tears soaked the bedsheet. She knew his babble was nonsense, but she didn't want to think—or get angry—anymore. Defying him terrified her.
"Then, make it clear you're helping voluntarily—beg for it nicely."
The intent was vague, but Seohyun knew what he wanted. He craved staging her utmost humiliation.
"Hurry."
"Y-yes... P-please rape Nayae instead of hitting... Seohyun... I'll help you..."
"Just words?"
Her arms, which she'd thought were moving mechanically, had stopped. No surprise, given how emotionally cornered she was. Seohyun gripped Nayae's hips again, rocking them slantwise to aid Yuchan's cock invading her precious place.
"L-like this... moving Nayae's waist back and forth... to make your cock feel good... Please don't hit poor Seohyun..."
"This is refreshingly novel. I can fuck Seohyun-prepped Nayae pussy without lifting a finger."
Unspeakable misery washed over her at his mockery, but her hands didn't stop. His eyes gleamed murderously behind the smile, promising merciless punishment if he grew displeased.
"From now on, whenever I fuck Nayae for fun, you'll support, right? It's just a request—no pressure."
"S-support? What... what is that?"
"Keep her hole wet for easy entry, tighten her when she's loose, cheer on the rape from the side."
Dizziness hit her at his perverted whim, but she didn't retort.
"For example... yeah, Nayae's drugged, so her back hole's loose. Finger it to scrape the underside of my cock? You can manage her ass with one hand."
Yuchan released his interlocked hands from behind his head and grabbed Nayae's plump ass riding him. He spread her pristine, unpigmented anus for Seohyun.
"Hm..."
Nayae mumbled on Yuchan's belly at the sudden new stimulation. What would she think seeing Seohyun go this far for her? Yuchan pondered briefly.
Seohyun stared long at Nayae's rear entrance, which she'd tormented before. She wetted her middle finger with saliva and cautiously shoved it in. As expected, intense tightness. Even slack, the sphincter’s elasticity clenched her knuckle faithfully.
"Add another finger. That's why I left it loose."
"Yes..."
Soon, her index and middle fingers were half-buried in Nayae's rear. Beyond the taut walls, as Yuchan said, she felt his cock. Unlike fingering alone, the bent barrier was palpable. Yuchan vividly sensed her slender fingers along his shaft's underside. Surprisingly thin was the divide between front and back. Nayae's hole, kneading dully, sprouted another G-spot, yielding unique pleasure. Each shake of her ass by Seohyun let the finger-made ridge stroke gloriously from glans base to root.
"Haah..."
Unconsciously filled in both holes, Nayae responded with sweet nasal moans despite sleep. The sighs, mistakable for breaths, tickled Yuchan's jaw sweetly.
"Feels way better now. Thanks to Seohyun, I could cum quick. Might as well soon?"
Squelch, squelch, splurch
As Yuchan said, Nayae's front hole grew wetter. Dual erogenous zones ignited her near-unresponsive body. Her form twitched sporadically, heralding climax. Seohyun felt it through the fingers in Nayae's rear. Experience told her Yuchan would time his ejaculation to Nayae's peak. Her womb defiled by his semen. The thought froze her sticky fingers.
"You know what I'll do if I don't creampie Nayae?"
"Ah... sob..."
"In that sense, Nayae's clenching her pussy hard for you. Beautiful friendship."
Why go this far? Simple rape might make sense. But he clung obsessively, stripping their very selves. Recalling the hassle and meticulousness felt like a sculptor's artisan spirit carving rock over eons. Some things were futile yet irresistible. This question was one.
"Why go this far...? You just want our bodies anyway."
Yuchan pondered Seohyun's question. The answer was set. He meant to enlighten her effort somewhat. It just took time to phrase it for ordinary understanding.
"Because it's fun?"
Even that baffled her. Probably forever. Yuchan hid mild disappointment.
"Not important. Anyway, as my appointed rape supporter, you'll excel at your duties?"
"....."
"Plus, Nayae's twitching her pussy for you, the one who sold her out. Cheer her on brilliantly—like a cheerleader."
Seohyun couldn't grasp it. But ingrained fear drove her body desperately to meet his expectations. Biting her lip, swallowing shame, she moved her trembling mouth.
"N-Nayae, hang in there...!"
"Louder, more spirited. That won't motivate a pervert like Nayae. As you said, she's a slut—so make it stimulating."
"O-okay... Nayae, hang in there! Squeeze that pussy tighter! I'm fingering your shithole too... T-take the cum good!"
Her exaggerated pep amplified the pathos. Tragedy shone brightest against jarringly cheerful smiles and upbeat tones. Not in response, but from Seohyun's intensified motions, Nayae's insides began quivering.
"That's it, Nayae. If you don't try harder, cute Seohyun's belly gets more bruises. Might even damage her womb. You don't want your friend unable to get pregnant, right?"
Yuchan's playful whisper in Nayae's ear. Seohyun's face stiffened at the grim joke.
"Nayae, fighting! Cum quick and make Master Yuchan's cock feel good!"
"Phew... ❤"
A blissful sigh leaked from Nayae's faintly twitching lips. Her spread thighs clamped Yuchan's hips. Even Seohyun slamming Nayae's ass down nearly lost grip on the tensed body. Feeling Nayae's spasming pussy and Seohyun's slim fingers scraping his shaft's underside thrillingly, Yuchan unleashed his filthy semen deep into Nayae's womb.
"Ah... ahh... ❤"
Nayae's sweet sigh. From her front-row view, Seohyun's vacant eyes tracked the thick globs overflowing Nayae's tiny pussy.