What is Hell?
Hell—what could it be? It's an extraordinarily difficult question to answer definitively. So, is the place where a man blinded by lust forcibly pries apart a woman's thighs to gaze upon her most precious spot truly hell? Or is it not? As I said, it's undoubtedly far too difficult to pin down an exact answer.
Above all, there was no need for such contemplation. The hands burrowing in right now to spread her thighs wouldn't change no matter how long one pondered. No matter how desperately she tried to scream, it had no effect.
"Urghk..."
The cloth stuffing her mouth was already soaked through with saliva. It couldn't be dismissed as mere saliva; it was better seen as a manifestation of her utter desperation. In other words, that drool proved she could no longer endure.
Yujin's body couldn't withstand Yamato's brutal strength.
"Hngh!"
At Yamato's threat, Yujin finally went limp. A triumphant smile curled at Yamato's lips. Was it just a smile? Lust glistened wetly in his eyes.
"Finally, it seems you've found the will to submit."
Unlike the partial glimpse beneath the cloth before, now pubic hair blacker than her own tresses was fully revealed. Yamato's hands had already reached toward Yujin's mound. Rustle, rustle—his lewd fingers plucked at the hairs one by one. Yujin flinched violently in shock at the tugging sensation, curling her body inward.
"Hngk!"
But Yamato, indifferent to such reactions, had long been intoxicated by the sweet, musky scent emanating from her body. He toyed with her like a madman. A fishy smile spread across his face as he groped her pubic mound.
"Truly a work of art, no different from a masterpiece painting."
Beneath the jet-black hairs stretched skin of pure white, an impossible contrast that somehow suited her perfectly—Yujin made it possible. Yamato's thick hand carved a path through, pressing down the hairs in its wake. He crushed them repeatedly, over and over. Each time his callus-roughened fingers brushed her slit, Yujin twitched. Her body reacted against her will. A single strand of nectar trickled down her thigh.
Yamato immediately smeared it onto his finger and brought it to his tongue.
"Such a slutty flavor. Just like your true nature. How many times have you teased us with that body of yours?"
His finger delved into the depths of her hole.
"Ahhk!"
Yujin's despairing scream nearly tore through the gag. From shrinking away so much, the panties that had barely clung to her waist had long since fallen to the floor. Only the thinnest cloth, sheer enough to reveal her skin beneath, strained to cover her overflowing, luscious breasts. Her pitiful attempts to pull her arms down and shield them only fueled Yamato's sadism further.
She couldn't endure the humiliation of having her most vital parts splayed wide open before a strange man while desperately trying to cover just her tits. Even if someone could, Yamato wasn't that kind of man.
Gazing greedily at Yujin as she trembled with shame, tears welling in her eyes, Yamato slapped her ass hard. A red mark bloomed in stark contrast against her white skin.
"The sound effect is killer—nice and juicy. I want to hear it again."
His hand swung upward. Smack! He brought it down full force on her plump ass, the fleshy impact and Yujin's ear-piercing scream—muffled once through the gag—filling the room. It was more than enough to ignite his sadism. His thick hands began kneading her breasts like dough.
Squish, squish.
"Like massive mochi cakes—this texture is unreal. No mochi I've ever eaten compares."
Even through the cloth, the sensation left Yamato speechless. Unable to hold back, he ripped the fabric away from her chest. Her breasts spilled free: enormous yet perfectly conical, pale and beautifully curved. As his fingertips teased them, Yujin shuddered violently.
"Truly magnificent orbs. The most beautiful curves in the world."
Each time Yamato's hand boldly grazed her nipples, she writhed.
"Not just the size—the areolas are a flawless pink, untouched by blemish. I figured a whore who'd sold her body to Kenchi would be darkened."
Indeed, Yujin's breasts were disproportionately huge for her frame, and the pink areolas looked textured with tiny bumps. Yamato chewed on her nipples with relish, savoring each grimace that twisted her face.
"Even the taste is perfection."
Watching her, Yamato unbuckled his belt. Yujin turned her face away in horror.
It's far bigger and uglier than Kenchi's.
Expecting him to thrust inside her at any moment, Yujin was surprised when Yamato instead lightly removed the cloth from her mouth.
"Now, you can speak."
At the sudden kindness, the venom in Yujin's eyes faded.
No, there's no reason to curry favor with me now. He must have some other scheme.
"Yujin, your body is beautiful even now, but I have a way to elevate its allure even further."
In Yamato's hand dangled a red rope.
Yujin's face darkened as she stared at it.
The main differences from before were that Yujin wore nothing at all, and a hulking, muscular man now stood beside Yamato.
Yamato pointed at the awkwardly standing Yujin and beckoned the giant. The man nodded, picked up the red rope, and approached her. Terror flooded Yujin's face. She tensed rigidly, desperately trying to cover herself. But the man ignored her struggles, swiftly yanking her wrists upward and binding them crossed and tight. He looped the rope forward, cinching it cruelly above and below her breasts.
The ropes accentuated her chest; against the crimson bindings, her porcelain skin gleamed, emphasizing every curve. Yamato grinned broadly, pleased.
"Try covering yourself now!"
Standing arms-raised like a naked surrender, Yujin twisted her body, hair disheveled, sobbing aloud—thanks to the slight space now in her mouth allowing muffled words.
"What... what did I ever do to you? Why are you doing this to me?"
Though questioning his reasons, Yujin clamped her thighs together fiercely, desperately hiding her woman's shame. One might argue he'd already seen plenty, but her frail desperation only aroused Yamato more. A fatal mistake.
"I don't know if it's intentional, but you sure know how to excite a man. Hiding it like that just makes me want to see more."
Yamato pointed to the ceiling, and the giant hooked the ropes around a beam. The ceiling wasn't high, so Yujin stood precariously on tiptoe, her toes barely touching the floor. To endure—to even balance—she lost any ability to shield her shame. Twisting desperately to press her thighs together, her efforts only stirred Yamato's sadism anew.
Unlike her perfectly balanced nude form, her body couldn't find equilibrium. Ropes coiled sensually around her chest, her posture exuding eroticism that made onlookers swallow hard. Her springy breast tips jiggled; her waist dipped gracefully narrow and elegant; her long, slender legs flowed from flaring hips. Yamato's obsessive, sticky gaze roamed her. At the juncture of widening hips and thighs rose a jet-black tuft atop her mound—perfectly to his taste.
"You look delicious. Shall we make you squirm a bit more?"
"I'll personally teach you what a woman's true climax really is."
What Yamato pulled out was a finger glove covered in bumpy protrusions.
"Just rubbing will make your honest feelings spill out."
As his nodule-studded fingers grazed her nipples, Yujin flailed like a fish flung onto dry land.
"Ah, I almost forgot. Scream in ecstasy for me. You won't last otherwise."
His hands began tormenting her nipples in earnest. Already thrust forward by the ropes, her breasts were hypersensitive—but the focused assault went beyond mere exposure.
"Time to pamper this bitch's nipples. Soon you'll beg me to do it yourself."
"Eungk!"
"Eek!"
Yujin twisted desperately to stifle her moans. But mere resolve yielded nothing.
"Don't the bumps tangling with your nipples feel good?"
"Before bringing you here, I teased a slave's nipples until she went mad. She climaxed into insanity—don't even know where she is now."
"So, if you can't endure, if you want me to stop, beg like this: 'Aaaah, I'm cumming from my nipples, please spare this bitch!' "
"It's your first day, so I won't stop tormenting those nipples until you pass out."