The Queen's Shattered Pride
Because her sexual preferences had been reinforced to such an extreme degree, disrupting her identity even once sent the spicy-flavored Sieun into severe confusion. If he had trained the real Sieun like this instead, she would have simply submitted and accepted it. She might even have genuinely enjoyed it. Since her main tendency was femdom, she was probably aware that other inclinations were mixed in, so no matter how much pleasure she felt from the training, she wouldn’t have experienced any confusion about her identity.
'But if she has to cling exclusively to her femdom preference no matter the time or situation, that’s a different story. All I have to do is break that stubbornness.'
Normally she should only find satisfaction by acting as a queen, yet after he used the Hand of God to forcibly inject pleasure even while striking her, Sieun’s mentality collapsed at a frightening speed. It was the perfect illustration of the saying that the stronger something is, the more easily it breaks.
Minjun changed positions, spreading Sieun’s legs as wide as they would go and settling himself between them. Then, with a hand brimming with lust, he slapped her entire pussy as if delivering a high-five.
-Smack!!
“Kiihiiit!! Keuhiiit!!!!!”
The pussy juice that burst out felt less like a flood and more like a tsunami raging across the sea, and the pleasure values recorded by the Sex Scouter were higher than anything he had ever seen.
“Uaaah… Uuu… Ugeuh…”
“You’re still going to insist you’re not a masochist even while doing this? Your pussy is twitching with joy from getting hit.”
-Smack!! Smack!! Smack!!
“Kkeuiiih!!!! Keuiaak!!!! Kkiiiiiik!!!!!!”
At this point it was hard to even call them moans. Sieun was shrieking like an evil spirit writhing in agony after being splashed with holy water during an exorcism. Even though Minjun had a special fetish for unusual moans, he thought this was a bit much.
“Huuu… Haa… Heugeek……”
“You filthy bitch. That’s right—you were born as a masochistic meat toilet that feels pleasure from being beaten. Isn’t that so?”
“Auuu… No… I’m… Heugeuk… not… Huuuk…. Huuuuaang…”
Her mentality seemed to have shattered; Sieun began bawling like a child. It was the sight he had wanted, yet seeing it in person was far worse than he had expected. She had looked much better when she was fiercely resisting.
To soothe the crying Sieun, Minjun wrapped his palm around his cock—which had been fully erect and twitching madly as it waited to plunge inside her—and pressed it against her entrance. One thrust of his hips from this position would drive it straight in.
“Uaaah… Nooo… No… Please…”
“What’s not allowed?”
“If you put your cock in now… it’ll get weird… I’ll turn weird… Hukiit!!!!”
-Slide~ Thrust.
He had no intention of indulging her whining. Lifting her thighs slightly to create space, Minjun pulled his hips back as far as possible, then slammed forward with every ounce of strength, burying his cock into her pussy in a single brutal stroke. It was only possible because his reinforced cock was as hard as epoxy, and it was the most intense insertion he had ever performed.
The feeling of his raging cock mercilessly crushing the pussy flesh that had flinched at the sudden deep invasion was so intoxicating he thought he could become addicted.
“Kuk…”
“Heut!! Kyahak!!!!”
No matter how soaking and soft her pussy was, an insertion this violent on the first thrust would normally be dangerous, but Minjun trusted Sieun’s physique. Even if he used her more roughly than a cheap onahole, he doubted Cha Sieun’s pussy would break.
-Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Uheeeek… Hauit…!! I told you not to put your cock in… so why… Kihihik!!!”
What he was doing now wasn’t normal sex—it was training and remodeling her into a toilet. As he pounded his cock into her, his lust-charged hand slapped, pinched, and clawed at every part of her body.
“It hurts!! Eughyaahak!!! Eugeueuk!!!!”
“It’s not pain, it’s pleasure. You toilet bitch.”
“Eugiiit!!!! Heugeeeek!!!”
He hadn’t watched much hardcore porn, but the sex he was having with Sieun right now was far more hardcore than anything he had ever seen. It was closer to violence disguised as sex. Yet both of them were madly enjoying this perverted act.
Every time Sieun suffered because of him, adrenaline exploded inside his skull and his mind grew distant. But he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to lose this feeling. To keep it, he had to torment and destroy her even more harshly and mercilessly.
-Smack!! Smaaaack!!!
Minjun loved every inch of Sieun’s body, but her breasts were in a league of their own. The sensation was so good that no matter what other spot he attacked, he always returned to them. After digging his fingers deep into her navel he would slap her perky breasts; after tickling her armpits he would slap her breasts again.
The firm elasticity of her large, muscle-toned tits was beyond imagination, and he could not escape the addictive feeling of slapping Cha Sieun’s chest. The harder and more often he struck them, the redder they swelled, and because the sight of those reddened breasts looked so good, he slapped them again. The crimson palm prints left behind seemed like marks proving she was his personal toilet, so he wanted to make them bigger and darker.
-Smaaaack! Smaaaack!!!!
“Geuheugeu!!!! Kiheeek!!!!!!!!”
His own palms were throbbing with pain, so it was only natural that Sieun was making beastly sounds. He was so aroused he could no longer use the Hand of God properly, but that no longer mattered. Every part of Sieun’s body his hands had touched and struck glowed like a pink sun from the lust pouring out of her. No matter where he touched or hit, the only sensation her body could feel was ‘pleasure.’
-Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.
“Eugiiit!!!! Eugyaa!!!! Kiheeek!!!!!!!”
982 (Excellent!!!)
1002 (Perfect)
1209 (Perfect)
1328 (Perfect!)
Minjun had grown quite skilled at pistoning. He had gained a little experience, and thanks to his body reinforcement it felt like he had been reborn with more than enough power. He thrust without hesitation, driving smoothly toward climax.
Meanwhile Sieun was already riding orgasm after orgasm. Every time he drove into her she came. Her pussy convulsed without pause, as if a vibrator were lodged inside it.
“Khh… Huuu…”
“Kkeuaaa!!! Heugeuu!!!!! Kihik!!!!!!”
It definitely felt good. Sieun’s pussy was unquestionably the best, and her toilet training was essentially complete. He would bet anything that from now on, no matter who Cha Sieun slept with besides him, she would never taste pleasure of this level again.
Only he could handle her so roughly. Only he could crush her beneath pleasure until she was deliriously happy. Even if her current memories disappeared, the physical traces of their sex would remain in her body, so it didn’t matter. In fact, it was better this way. Because she had no memories, she would wander in confusion until she realized he was her only answer. Watching her pointless wandering until then would be entertaining too.
Things were clearly going well.
'What is this… this feeling…'
Yet something felt wrong inside him. His insides felt clogged like a blocked pipe, and heat boiled up from his chest until it scorched his head. No matter how hard he shook his hips the sensation refused to improve. It was a stifling, suppressed state of arousal, but he couldn’t identify the cause.
The one thing he could tell was that this oppressive heat covering his upper body eased slightly whenever he looked at Sieun’s ruined face.
'…!'
While he was pondering the frustration rising within him, an unknown intuition struck like lightning. Still moving his hips like a mechanical doll, Minjun turned his head slightly to look at the mirror on the wall.
At first glance there was nothing strange. It was simply a man vigorously fucking a beautiful woman who was tied to the bed. But the scene viewed through his lust eyes was different. It was ominous. The lust was flickering—not only from the woman, but from the man’s head as well.
'This is insane… Am I being eroded by lust too…? But my mind is still clear…'
He couldn’t tell when the lust had begun flickering from his own head. Yet no matter how much he retraced his memories, nothing seemed wrong. It didn’t feel as if he had suddenly gone mad. He was simply frustrated by the unknown heat rising from his body.
'I don’t know if it’s a side effect or what… but if it’s only this bad, it’s nothing serious. Thank goodness.'
He had been terrified he might suddenly turn into a spicy version of Kim Minjun like Sieun after contracting the lust virus, but if it was only this stifling feeling, it was manageable. He wasn’t certain, but he suspected it was a side effect from overusing the Hand of God. To transfer emotions he first had to draw them out himself; it seemed he had developed a fever inside from pulling out too much lustful emotion.
“More… Keheek… Don’t stop… Shake… your hips…”
“…What?”
“Give me cock… Don’t tease me… Cock… Keuhik… I’ll be your toilet… your toilet… I’m going crazy… Please… Cock… Cock… Please give it to me…”
He had thought he was still moving his hips, but while lost in thought his movements must have stopped without him realizing. That was why Sieun was begging him to move.
Yes, he could understand up to that point.
Yet even though the situation was perfectly clear, sudden rage surged all the way to the top of his skull. The phrase “his switch flipped” fit perfectly. He had never felt this angry in his entire life. It was as if he had suddenly developed an anger management disorder. His hands and feet trembled and his mind felt like a blast furnace. He could not control the endlessly rising heat.
All of it was because of that lowly toilet bitch.
“…Say that again.”
“Give me cock… Heuit… Please give me your cock… Heung… Please fuck my pussy… Pussy… Hurry… Hurryyyy…”
The toilet bitch shook her hips lewdly, stimulating his cock as she tried to seduce him. Under normal circumstances he would have praised her and gladly thrust, because for Sieun this was quite impressive. But not now. Not at all.
Even though she had improved a lot, seeing a toilet that still hadn’t mastered the basics made him furious.
“Why should I make you feel good?”
“Auu… I don’t know… I don’t know that… Eut… Kehek…!!!”
-Thud.
He delivered a vicious gut punch to the toilet bitch who didn’t know her place. Seeing her spit saliva everywhere and writhe in agony eased some of the burning rage inside him. But it still wasn’t enough. He continued hammering her stomach, driving his fists into her belly without mercy as if tenderizing meat.
He wasn’t kind enough to give anything but the rod to an untrained toilet.
-Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Kkeueek!!! Keuhuk!! Gebooot!!!”
“Don’t spit it out. Swallow.”
“Eugeueup… Keueueup…!!”
He clamped his palm tightly over the mouth of the toilet bitch who was trying to vomit after the gut punches. He hated that she was trying to spit out vomit instead of swallowing it like a proper toilet. This bitch was the most useless, lowest-grade toilet imaginable.
“Kkeueup…!!! Keuhup. Kehek!! Kkollok. Kkollok.”
“Swallow it properly. Don’t let even a drop leak.”
“Kkeup… Keuhuk… Haa… Huuaa… Kkollok… Heeu…”
Though she was low-grade, the expression on the toilet bitch’s face as she forcibly swallowed her vomit was quite satisfying. The heat that had been spreading through his chest subsided completely, as if washed away by rainwater.
And at that exact moment, Minjun realized something was terribly wrong.
'This is fucking insane…!! What the hell is this, shit!'
Once the heat subsided, his head—which had been overtaken by rage—began functioning properly again. Looking back on what he had done after escaping the anger-management state, he was no different from a deranged sex criminal. Even though she exercised, mercilessly gut-punching a defenseless woman and forcing her to swallow the vomit that rose from the blows—it was unbelievable.
He had only called her a toilet with his words; he had never intended to treat Sieun like an actual toilet. The pain was supposed to deliver humiliation and shame accompanied by pleasure, not pain for its own sake.
'Side effects… The side effects are insanely severe. Damn it!!'