Han Sang-mi's Younger Brother, Han Ji-seung (1)
"This is the first time I've ever felt a pussy this tight and chewy!" Overcome by the sheer ecstasy of violating the ultimate beauty, he came almost instantly. In that moment, Emil couldn't believe what he was seeing. The reality that a woman could reach climax while being pinned down and ravaged by such a pathetic pig of a man.
"You came already after just a few thrusts? Does my cock taste that good?" Stella avoided his eyes. He ran his tongue across her cheek in a lazy lick before standing up.
"Brace yourself right here and stick that ass out."
As Stella got into the rear-entry position, the next man in line dropped his thick, flabby belly onto her elegant ass and shoved himself inside. He shuddered with pleasure at the sensation of her beautiful pussy wrapping around his cock, savoring it for a moment before he started thrusting.
Slap!
"The way her ass jiggles when you spank it is fucking perfect! You've never had this ass spanked before, have you, you pathetic loser?"
While mocking Emil through their use of Stella, they kept pumping load after load of semen into her pussy. What had begun as Stella worshipping cock had gradually dissolved into her melting completely into this filthy gangbang with these disgusting men. She shook her ass with a blissful expression on her face, her pussy juices dripping freely.
Breathing out hot gasps, she grabbed their thick, meaty hands and pulled them to her breasts. She regretted the life she had lived suppressing her desires.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming—!"
The man who climaxed alongside Stella pulled his cock out. Her plump ass continued to twitch and spasm. The sudden emptiness in her lower body drew a disappointed whine from Stella's lips.
Compared to Kang Geon, their technique was pathetic and their cocks were ridiculously small, but it was more than enough to send the Stella who had already learned the taste of cock into absolute ecstasy.
"Hurry up and fuck me. Please clean up my filthy pussy."
"The way you talk, it sounds like we're the ones serving you. Get over here and shake your own hips!"
The next man in line lay down on his back. Stella walked over with seductive grace and swallowed his rock-hard cock with her lower lips.
Squelch.
Her sticky pussy clamped down on his cock from every direction. The incredible tightness felt like dozens of tentacles coiling around him, forcing the torturer to grit his teeth and fight back his orgasm.
Stella rolled her slender waist in fluid waves. Her mouth and hands never stopped moving. She caressed his sickly skin with her moist lips and teased his nipples with her fingers.
"Urgh!"
The man couldn't hold back any longer and shot his load deep into Stella's pussy. Stella pulled herself off his cock, moved downward, and lovingly cleaned the filthy, fluid-covered shaft with her mouth. She sucked the other men's cocks as well. Whenever they came from her cleaning blowjobs, Stella swallowed every last drop of semen.
"Stand in front of that bastard and bend over."
Stella's pussy was now positioned right before Emil's eyes. Yellowish cum oozed from her hole, which had been thoroughly defiled by those unclean cocks, dripping down her thighs.
"She's even more of a cumrag than the rumors said."
The torturer roughly scraped at her pussy with his fingers. More semen flowed out, and Stella—her body pushed to the peak of sensitivity from repeated orgasms—moaned in distress and came again.
Emil, who had admired and longed for this woman in secret for so long, was struck speechless by the sight of her being destroyed by the hands of these stinking pigs. It didn't feel real. Everything seemed like a nightmare. It felt like some wicked sorcerer's mental attack.
"You enjoyed that too, right? Come visit us again anytime."
The torturers left the chamber after leaving handprints across Stella's breasts and pussy.
Emil stared at Stella in silence. His gaze stabbed into her heart like needles.
"I'm sorry, Emil. It was unavoidable... for Andra and for me."
Andra pierced Emil's heart. Tears fell onto the crown of his bowed head.
"We can never go back now."
Stella walked out of the prison with heavy, deliberate steps.
Kang Geon visited the gym from time to time. His body didn't need the exercise, but the attractive married woman Na Jiyoung was there.
Na Jiyoung, utterly addicted to Kang Geon's massive cock, would drop her panties the moment a condom was available. Her pussy juices had left marks in every empty corner—the bathroom, the stairwell, the storage room, the director's office.
Fucking Na Jiyoung and then facing her husband Park Taejun was an entertainment all its own.
"Hello, boss."
The oblivious Park Taejun always greeted him with a warm, friendly smile. Each time, Kang Geon would smile back, remembering how Na Jiyoung had been writhing and moaning like a whore beneath him just moments earlier.
"You've been coming quite often lately."
"Working out is fun."
"If you make it a habit, you'll stay as healthy in your forties as you were in your twenties."
"I'll have to work hard, then."
"You have an incredible body. Ever thought about doing a body profile shoot or entering a competition?"
"Too busy."
It was better to spend that time fucking another woman.
"As expected from a self-made man, you're truly diligent. I'll be on my way."
Kang Geon took the elevator back to his residence. A pair of high heels sat at the entrance. They belonged to Seong Hwayeon.
Seong Hwayeon visited once a week to serve Kang Geon and receive his cum. Depending on what kind of sex he wanted that day, she would sometimes cry out in blissful moans and other times scream in agonizing pain.
"Master!"
Seong Hwayeon, who had been drinking alone, ran over and threw herself into his arms. She was like an eager puppy welcoming her owner home.
"How do my clothes look today?"
Seong Hwayeon wore a mini dress with a plunging neckline that reached her navel, paired with a garter belt.
"It's sexy. I like it. No underwear, right?"
"Of course not. I threw it all away."
"Good girl."
Kang Geon lifted Seong Hwayeon, carried her to his bedroom, laid her on the bed, and turned on the TV. Having just fucked Na Jiyoung, he couldn't immediately think of a concept for Seong Hwayeon. He decided to grope her body while watching variety shows until inspiration struck.
Climax Prohibition
Target can no longer reach orgasm regardless of stimulation.
With her body now incapable of climaxing, Kang Geon's hands tormented her without mercy. No matter how violently he stirred her pussy, Seong Hwayeon could only feel the edge of release without ever tipping over. For a woman with a fiery libido like hers, it was pure torture.
"Please, let me cum!"
Seeing her beg so desperately gave Kang Geon a wicked idea.
"Would you rather not cum for twelve hours? Or cum nonstop for twelve hours?"
"Cumming nonstop seems better..."
"Really? Since you chose it, I'll wreck you properly."
Sensitivity Control: Level 5
Climax Prohibition — Lifted
Seong Hwayeon exploded in a massive squirt, cumming spectacularly. Kang Geon twisted her clit. Her hips bucked wildly as another orgasm tore through her. He stroked her nipples. Seong Hwayeon's body convulsed as if a motor were running inside her.
"S-stop... please...!"
"Weren't you the one begging to cum earlier?"
"B-but..."
"But what? Are you going back on your word?"
Technically he had forced the choice on her, but that didn't matter.
"I'll keep it..."
Kang Geon thrust into her ass. Seong Hwayeon had come thoroughly cleaned, knowing her rear would be used. No preparation was necessary.
Shudder. Shudder. Shudder. The electric pleasure racing up her spine made Seong Hwayeon's eyes roll back as she clenched her fists tight. The ceaseless pleasure was torture in its own right.
"I'll torment you for the full twelve hours."
Kang Geon pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in. A lightning bolt of ecstasy crashed over her.
"Hiiiiik!"
Every single thrust sent her straight into climax.
"Huuuoooh..."
After experiencing a multi-orgasm so intense that even one would leave her drained, Seong Hwayeon glanced at the clock.
It's barely been an hour... Can I really endure this?
Her mind had no room to drift. Kang Geon flipped her onto her back and climbed on top. Unlike her usual fierce personality, Seong Hwayeon loved being crushed and restrained. Lying flat with their bodies pressed together, his cock buried inside her for hours, was her favorite position.
But right now it felt no different from sitting on a torture rack.
"Huuueong! Hueng! Heong! Huuueong!"
Seong Hwayeon's moans sounded completely different from usual. They were proof of her suffering. The sight only made Kang Geon want to fuck her harder, so he increased his pace.
"Khuk!"
He wrapped his arm around her throat, choking her. The terror of being unable to breathe twisted her face beautifully. It was Kang Geon's favorite expression. It was proof that even her life rested in the palm of his hand.
Strength flooded her entire body, making her inner walls squeeze even tighter. Kang Geon repeatedly choked her to the brink of unconsciousness and then released her. Seong Hwayeon's brain began pumping pleasure chemicals like mad. Her exquisite body, now drowning in a lake of ecstasy, no longer obeyed her will. It simply reacted to everything Kang Geon did.
"Khuhuuuk..."
Kang Geon instinctively sensed she was in danger. Continuing like this might kill her or turn her into a broken wreck. What he wanted wasn't just a usable body but the Hellfire boss Seong Hwayeon, so he decided to stop here.
He lowered the sensitivity control to level three and released her throat.
"Khuhuk! Huk! Huk! Huk! Huk!"
It took Seong Hwayeon a long time to regain her senses.
"Master... I really thought I was going to die..."
"Die? You were squirting everywhere and loving every second of it."
The sheet beneath the lower half of her body was soaked in a massive one-meter-wide stain of her juices. Seong Hwayeon shook her ass in embarrassment. Acting cute while pinned beneath Kang Geon satisfied her submissive instincts and filled her with pleasure. Even as the boss of Hellfire, beneath Kang Geon she was nothing more than a collared bitch in heat.
"If you're already like this after less than an hour, you clearly can't handle twelve straight hours of climaxing, can you?"
"I'm sorry..."
"You made me lose the mood. How are you going to make it up to me?"
"I'll gladly accept any punishment Master wishes to give."