The True Flavor of Botobai
It seemed Sieun had sensed exactly what I was about to do and thrashed like a madwoman, but her lower body had gone limp with pleasure ages ago. Her thighs might look rock-solid from the outside, yet inside they were as soft and mushy as overcooked squid tentacles.
I gripped her ankles tight and slowly lowered the foot I’d left hovering over the accelerator. The real charm of botobai wasn’t slamming down all at once. It was the slow, teasing pressure—hovering just enough to make her heart clench with dread—that made it perfect.
“Ugh… no…!!! At least use your hand… do it with your hand…!!! I’m begging you… you fucking bastard…!!”
Sieun pleaded with a face white with terror. As a hardcore fitness trainer, she was used to every kind of pain, yet here she was, completely losing it. Botobai might hurt, but that wasn’t why she was panicking. She was terrified of what came after the pain—the far more dangerous, sickeningly sweet pleasure that always followed.
She was scared she’d end up liking it despite the humiliation. Right?
“You were the one begging me to do something earlier. My foot can make you cum just fine, noona.”
“Ugh… don’t… if you do it I swear I’ll never see you again…”
“Why are you so sensitive? Hm? Are you scared you’ll actually feel it when I step on your pussy? Scared you’ll get addicted to how good it feels under my sole?”
“Bullshit! You’re not funny at all… there’s no way I’d ever like something like this…”
Tears shimmered in Sieun’s fierce eyes as she spat the words. The sight of those droplets trembling on her long lashes—born from resentment and fear—made me want to rip them out in thick streams.
“I like that face, noona. That pathetic, human toilet expression. Is this what you’ve always been into?”
“Fuck off!! I said fuck off, you—ugh… hah… don’t… don’t do it!!”
Stepping on~ a cheap~ pussy~
Stuck tight~ to my sole~ then peeling off~
“Stop it…!!! Aaaahhh!!! Don’t step on my pussy!!! And stop singing!!!”
“It sticks~ to my sole~ then comes off~”
“Hngh…!! Haat!!! I’ll… I’ll kill you…!! Stop singing!!! Kihit!!!”
I kept humming as I pressed my sole against her pussy in rhythm, like I was playing a tambourine. Sieun hated it, but crushing her cunt like I was grating garlic on a steel rasp would’ve been far less merciful. The song’s tempo was slow and steady, nothing wild. It wasn’t a high-speed drive on the Autobahn—it was the kind of laid-back track you’d crank up while stuck in rush-hour traffic on Olympic Boulevard, just letting the minutes drift by. So naturally, my foot moved with that same lazy, peaceful rhythm.
Even while I was going easy on her, Sieun kept resisting like a crazy bitch, completely unaware of how lucky she was. All while her pussy kept getting wetter. She really was the worst kind of human toilet.
“Noona, do you really hate it that much?”
“Ugh… I hate it…!! I told you to stop… khh!!”
“Then beg me properly. Ask me to stop tormenting you. If you do it right, I’ll stop.”
“Shut up…!! I’d never say that!!”
“Ah… really? Then I guess I have no choice.”
I nodded like I understood and pulled my foot back as if I were done. Then, right as she started to relax, I slammed my sole down like a rubber stamp on a document.
-THUD!!
“Ugeeeek!!!!!”
The brief relief on Sieun’s face collapsed the instant my foot stamped her pussy. It must have really hurt this time—her eyes rolled back, those huge, lust-filled obsidian pupils shaking violently before they hid behind the whites. The sight was so exquisite I wanted to burn it into my memory forever.
“Oof… that must hurt. I went harder than I meant to… Why do I always get so rough when it’s you, noona?”
“Uee… uu… haueu… you piece of shit… you fucking dog…”
“I don’t do this to anyone else. Only when I see you do I feel like beating you and tormenting you. Why do you think that is? Am I the weird one?”
“Heh… haeu… shut up… haak… haak…”
“No matter how I think about it, it’s all your fault. You’re the one who keeps begging to be hit and tormented… You’re the one who squirts like a bitch in heat while getting beaten. A filthy sow.”
“Khhng… stop talking shit… when did I ever—!! Haeugrit!!!! Heugeeeuk!!!!”
“Look at this. Look. You filthy rag of a woman.”
-Tremble tremble tremble.
I started shaking my leg in earnest. I pressed down hard with my sole until her pussy lips were completely distorted, then vibrated my foot like I was trying to shake off water, tormenting her without mercy. I crushed and pulverized her freshly waxed, still-swollen, hypersensitive cunt.
“Uaaat!!! Kueh!!!! Mmmghheeeeg!!!!”
“That’s right. A cum-rag pussy like yours is only good for wiping my feet. Who the hell would want to put their dick in there? What if I catch some disease from this dirty rag?”
“Grrruhhh!!!! Huugrit!!! Kuuht… I don’t… have any diseases…!!!”
As expected of Sieun, who took body care so seriously. Even while her eyes were rolling back in her head, she still tried to refute any insult aimed at her body.
“Oh? Good job. As a reward, I’ll torment your clit.”
“Haeug… heuge… what… are you…”
I stopped the violent shaking, lifted my sole slightly off her pussy, then pointed my toes like a ballerina and carefully pressed my big toe against her clitoris. Just the deliberate act of aiming and touching it made her face melt with thick pleasure.
“Hngh… not there… don’t… it’s too sensitive…”
“You’re sensitive everywhere, noona. Because you’re a total dick-rag whore.”
“I told you… not to talk to me like that…!!”
“Whoa, calm down. Noona. You’re going to squirt all over the place the second I start messing with your pussy, so why are you getting mad?”
“Ugh…!! Hey!!! You really—!!! Hngh!!! Mmmgrit!!!!! Kyaaht!!!!!”
-Ziiiiiiing.
I used my big toe like an electric drill, mercilessly attacking her clit. Watching her writhe and convulse because of me—because I was the one tormenting her—was unbearably enjoyable. Not satisfied with just the toe, I sharpened my toenail and started jabbing her swollen, fragile clit.
The moment my nail pierced her like a needle, Sieun was completely crushed between pain and pleasure. Horrible moans spilled from her mouth while her pussy gushed with thick fluids.
-Splash!! Splurt! Shloooosh!!
“Ugeeet!!!!!!!!! Kuht!!!! Uhaeugrgrgr!!!!!”
It was insane. Her expression, those grotesque moans, my posture, the madness heating up the bathroom—everything was wrong, and I was slowly going crazy along with it. But I didn’t hate it. I just wanted to surrender myself to this heat, this insanity.
-Slide.
I released her ankles and grabbed the backs of her knees, pushing her legs forward. Her back curled like a shrimp as her legs folded. I slid my body between her spread thighs, leaning over her until our pelvises pressed together. This position—sometimes called the mating press—allowed far deeper, more violent thrusts than regular missionary, letting me hammer her womb with ease.
-Slide. Slide.
I grabbed my rock-hard cock—long and thick like a baseball bat—and rubbed it against her dripping pussy. It was just lubrication before I entered her, but Sieun came even from that.
“Khhuh…! Hihit…! So good…!”
“Huu…”
“Uhaang…!! So good!! So good!! Give me your cock…!! Please give me your cock…!!”
She had completely lost her mind to pleasure. Any sense of shame was gone. She was now just a brainless cock addict who wanted nothing but dick.
“Ha… you should really control yourself. You know? If you weren’t such a massive pervert, I wouldn’t have to torment you like this… right?”
I lied to myself. This was all Sieun’s fault for being such an unbearable pervert. The heat in my head, the throbbing in my cock, the frustration in my chest that made me want to destroy someone—it was all because of her. This entire situation was ridiculous. Because of this perverted rag who got off on having her pussy stepped on, I had turned into a crazy pervert too. So everything—me tormenting her, wanting to see her suffer—was all the fault of that filthy Cha Sieun.
-Slide. Sluuurp. Thump.
“Hssup… huuuuuu…”
“Ugh!! Uhhng..!! Kuuhiit!!!!!”
I pushed my cock into Sieun’s pussy. After teasing her entrance with the head, I slid inside, rubbing against her walls as I sank deeper. Because of the angle, even her black-hole pussy couldn’t swallow all of me. My cock stopped before the base, the head slamming against her cervix with a heavy thud. Her tight, elastic inner walls immediately clenched around me, as if protesting the sudden contact.
-Slide. Thump. Sliiiide. Kuuuung.
“Uhing… haat…!!!! Nghh… I’m going crazy… haaaak!!!! There… my womb… my wooooomb!!!!”
“Hngh…”
“Uhhng!! Haeu!!! It feels too good…!! Ugiheung…!!! Heut…!!! I’m losing my mind…!!!!!”
The tighter she squeezed when I hit her cervix compared to just stirring her insides was incredible. I focused entirely on battering her womb, and Sieun clung to me, cumming from her cervix while her pussy spasmed violently. Her grip was so strong that every time I pulled back, her inner walls dragged out with my cock. Then I’d slam back in, distorting those protruding folds, until my glans smashed against her cervix again. The feeling of my urethra kissing her womb was indescribably erotic. I was becoming addicted to womb-fucking.
-Sluuuuurp. Kuuuung! Slide. Kuung!!
“Uhhihit!!!! Ahu!! Ahtguh!!!”
“Huu… huu…”
“Uteut…!!! It hurts…!!! My womb hurts so much…!!!!”
She loved it when I hit her just right, but when I started pounding her cervix like a hammer, real screams tore out of Sieun’s mouth. Even so, her body was honest. She wrapped her arms around me tightly from below, instinctively pulling me deeper like a bitch in heat. She locked her legs around my waist and lewdly wiggled her hips every time I thrust, shamelessly begging for stronger pleasure. Even though her muscles had gone completely slack and she couldn’t apply much pressure, that only made her depravity more obvious.
Watching her revealed just how far a person could fall when consumed by pleasure. The sight made my chest feel tight and my head burn. The fact that this pathetic woman was still feeling pleasure while getting her womb hammered made her seem utterly worthless. It pissed me off that this meat toilet was breathing and speaking without my permission.
It felt like the safety pin had been pulled from a grenade in my head.
-Squeeze.
“Gehk…!!! Ugeup…!! Grk…!!! Kk…!!!”
I clamped both hands around Sieun’s throat and squeezed hard. My palms spread wide, fingers digging in with crushing force. The soft flesh and muscles of her neck crumbled helplessly in my grip.
“Ughk…!!! Gueu…!!!”
As I kept choking her, Sieun’s face turned redder and redder. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and protruding. She flailed her limbs in agony and desperately grabbed my wrists, trying to pry them off. But she had no strength left. All she could do was hang onto them uselessly.
“Mmgrit…!!! Ugeeeek…!! Kk…!!!”
Her eyes lost focus. The last of her strength drained away and her limbs went limp. Yet even then, her pussy only tightened more. An overwhelming pleasure I had never felt before surged through my cock. The desperate, frantic writhing of her inner walls went beyond mere clenching. I savored the strange, intense sensation for a few more seconds—until she was on the verge of passing out—then finally released her throat.
“Huuuaaaaack…!! Kehek!!! Hegek!!! Hueeek…!!! Kehek!! Kehek!!”