#26 Late Regret (5)
“Haaah... Hee... Keep it up... Rape Nayae harder...”
The rare, exotic play they were indulging in stretched from the dead of night into the early hours of dawn. Yuchan teased Seohyun's sense of sin in every way imaginable. Right now, he had her strapped into the very strap-on dildo she always used on Nayae, thrusting into the girl's rear while he savored both of Nayae's well-trained holes. Seohyun, lost in ecstasy as she slammed the dildo into Nayae's ass while sprawled over Yuchan's body. Both women were ripe beyond measure, melting into depravity at the slightest sexual touch, drowning in rapturous pleasure. Seohyun, her mind so liquefied by bliss she could no longer tell front from back, shuddered her hips in another shattering climax.
Cheering on her friend's rape, the soul-crushing humiliation of Yuchan's brutality—it no longer mattered. Only this pleasure could make her forget everything.
“Hiiik... Hiiiik... ❤”
Like a monkey discovering masturbation for the first time, Seohyun kept writhing her waist greedily. Watching her eagerly join the double-hole fuck, Yuchan pulled out for a moment.
Schluuuurp—as the cock that had plugged Nayae full of cum like a cork slipped free, hot semen gushed out in a thick flood. Oblivious, Seohyun drooled from the corner of her mouth, lost in Nayae's ass. Her perky nipples stood stiff on her modest breasts—she was clearly enjoying it plenty herself.
“Seohyun, that's enough.”
“Huuuuh...”
Even in her trance, snapping away at Nayae, Seohyun snapped back to her senses at Yuchan's voice. But her eyes still swirled with that eerie heat. Once sharp and steadfast, they now gleamed pink like a junkie's high, melting into drugged rapture. Desperately fleeing the horrific reality into pleasure.
Yuchan decided to help her escape a little. After all, he'd spiced up their potentially stale dynamic—didn't she deserve a reward?
He lifted Nayae and laid her on the bed. Seohyun tracked his movements with glazed eyes. He left her waiting in the bedroom, grabbed water from the fridge, and drank. Tonight's passive service had made for a comfortable fuck, but sex always parched the throat. Time to wrap up for tomorrow.
He fetched the drug case from the storage room—a portable safe layered with locks for his stash of illicit narcotics. Fingerprint and code entered, the heavy door swung open smoothly.
2.
“What's this?”
Seohyun, basking in post-climax languor, eyed the two lines of powder Yuchan laid out on the nightstand. White, but no way it was salt or sugar.
Yuchan grinned, rolled a paper tube like a cigarette, and snorted the powder deep into his nose with a crisp inhale. Even the oblivious Seohyun knew what it was—straight out of foreign movies and shows. Some dangerous drug, no doubt.
Eyes closed, head tilted skyward, he let out a satisfied hum. Veins twitched under his eyelids, fluttering wildly.
“You try it.”
A minute or two later, when Yuchan opened his eyes to look at her, Seohyun shivered with goosebumps. Even in the dim room, his pitch-black dilated pupils gaped like abyssal voids. The smile on his lips felt distant from his usual leisure—a suppressed manic laugh barely reined in by reason. A precarious, almost pathological edge clung to him.
Sniff.
Yuchan kept sniffling, nose stinging, coughing dryly—but laughter laced even that.
Seohyun took the paper tube he offered, face uneasy. Everything he'd forced on her so far had been unknowns, but at least predictable outcomes.
“Haha, why so frozen? I wouldn't do anything bad to you, Seohyun. It'll just make you feel good.”
“Still, this kinda...”
He cocked his head like a crow, slung an arm around her shoulder familiarly. His voice buzzed with euphoric high, but the ragged breaths between words hit her like pure threat.
“Don't worry. Everything'll be fine.”
“Ah... It hurts...”
Yuchan gripped her slender shoulder hard enough to crush. Not intentional—more like excitement overriding control. Even a drunk bear would seem less terrifying. His innate savagery, now vectored wild by the drug, could lash anywhere.
She knew he wasn't right in the head, but drugs too? Seohyun's curiosity about his true nature deepened. On the surface: handsome, meticulous, trusted counselor at the academy. But his spending? No regular salaryman could swing it.
Not the time for that, though. Prodded playfully by Yuchan, Seohyun crouched by the nightstand. The long line of fine powder, like baking soda. What would happen if she did it? Her normal life had no room for even minor rebellions—let alone risking it all for a thrill.
“Come on.”
Yuchan watched eagerly. Seohyun squeezed her eyes shut and snorted the white powder like he'd shown. It dissolved into her mucosa instantly, no clumps. A bizarre prickling stabbed her throat, making her shudder—then it stopped.
Joy and vitality tickled her chest. An inexplicable confidence surged: she could do anything, even in this tragedy. Her heartbeat thrummed vividly, reanimating her limp body.
“It's a cocktail. Avoid drug tests for a while.”
His voice nearby echoed like in an empty cavern. Seohyun turned to look—there was a lag between her eyes and brain. Her body lagged too, a beat slow. Less tolerant than Yuchan, she felt the full rush.
His hand coiled around her slim waist. Just that made her pussy throb. Each knuckle tracing her smooth skin ignited the bitch in heat's heart.
“This way.”
Supporting her wobble, Yuchan led her to Nayae. The girl sprawled messily on the bed, legs splayed wide, swollen labia leaking frothy cum thickly from her battered hole. The lewd sight made Seohyun swallow unconsciously.
I want to shove it in. Already feeling this good—sex on top would be heaven. Reason crumbled easily before the drug. No pain now. Fear and horror vanished like shadows; guilt and self-loathing felt like someone else's story.
Seohyun eased the upright strap-on between her legs into Nayae bit by bit.
3.
“Heh... Hehehe... Haaang... Nayae... You feel good too...?”
It was a scene like exquisite art. Seohyun connected to Nayae via the dildo, standing and shaking her hips between the girl's spread legs. Yuchan pressed tight behind, ramming his rigid cock into Seohyun's ass, savoring every intestinal wrinkle, kneading her tiny womb from behind.
“Hiiik... Hiiiik... The back... too intense... eee... ❤”
Thrusting and taken in turn, Seohyun simply quivered in bliss. Refined pleasure echoed from waist to fingertips.
Slurp... Chuuurp...
Yuchan yanked her head back by the throat for a sloppy kiss; she eagerly extended her tongue, sucking his saliva. All resistance gone. She was just a pleasure-hunting bitch now.
Lips parting, he asked, “Feeling good?”
“Yesss... Fucking Nayae... while getting ass-fucked... love it... haaaang.”
His hands reached around to cup her modest breasts, perfect for one palm, thumbs teasing her stiff nipples. Man-woman contact inevitably spiked her arousal. His broad chest flush against her back, Seohyun rolled her eyes, clenching her ass. Front-back stimulation plus nipple play—unbearable.
“Hiiiik... Hiiiik... ❤”
Yuchan hugged her tight as she teetered on tiptoes, savoring precarious ecstasy. Taking him deeper, she trembled, unleashing joyous moans.
Her scent wafted, cosmo-fresh from the honest girl's nakedness amid crashing pleasure. He licked her flushed nape, stroked her goose-pimpled skin.
Seohyun's mind lay in tatters. Now, just mold it back with pleasure as glue, into Yuchan's desired shape.
“Seohyun, obey well from now on, and I'll give you even greater pleasures. Resist, and pains you can't handle.”
“Haaang... I'll... obey...”
Every inch toyed, waves of joy rutting her senselessly, she pledged blindly. Chills of sweet numbness swelled in her womb like a bomb.
“Eeeek... Eeeheehik... ❤”
Her intestinal walls spasmed, trying to sever his cock. Front or back? She couldn't tell. Just welcoming the obscene ecstasy of taboo joy.
Clutching her jolting body, Yuchan drove deeper.
“Forget protecting anything henceforth. Whatever you cherish, I'll shatter it.”
Rebelling for dignity cost her worst rift with treasured Yujin. Helping rape beloved Nayae led to endless creampies. Defying him now conjured bottomless despair. Her shattered edges left only this pleasure.
“I know... I get it now... No matter how I resist you... Seohyun can't do shit... Hehe...”
“Still wanna protect Nayae?”
“No... Don't care... Whatever happens to Nayae... haaaang...”
He'd orchestrated, controlled. Made her love and be loved. Betrayed and betray. Raped and rape. Cornered mentally, physically—now spike her core with drugs. A full-course feast tailored for her. This epic saga to claim her heart.
“Ah... From now on, fuck Seohyun and Nayae whenever... Haha... I'll help rape Nayae... Just... make me feel good...”
“Then help me cum inside Nayae to the end?”
“Hee... Haaaaah...”
Yuchan slipped out slyly. She collapsed with a pleased hum, her ass's sticky farewell exquisite. Grabbing Nayae's ankle, he pressed his glans in. Slick with overflow cum and juices, half his length still out.
Seohyun's shaky hand gripped it, stroking. Smooth palm on slimy shaft—obscene squelches again. Ringed thumb and forefinger pumped his near-limit cock.
If he came now, Nayae's womb would drown in male seed again—but who cared. No thoughts. No more pain. Just pleasure overload.
“Enjoy Seohyun's hand-pussy... then finish creampieing Nayae... Heh... Hehehehe...”
Admiring her unprompted filth and forced grin, Yuchan flooded Nayae's tiny womb with a full load.