EP.22 Level 4 - Study If You Don't Know (6)
'My head hurts. My head hurts. My head hurts.'
A chilling sensation refuses to stop. If I take it lightly, it's pleasurable, but as it piles up and up, it turns into pain. Just like how sustained tickling becomes torture, this infinite pleasure I don't want is slamming down on my head like it's trying to smash it.
"Hngh♡"
But a lewd moan slips from my lips anyway. That's the most frustrating part. My irritation skyrockets from the frustration and pain of not reaching climax, yet my body honestly craves the pleasure.
It'd be better if I could just cum.
No.
No matter how I think about it, something feels off. I keep getting this suspicion that someone set this whole thing up.
If that's the case, then even thinking about wanting to cum would be playing right into the trap-setter's hands, right?
I don't like that.
I'm not some toy for that. I know exactly what kind of person would pull this shit because I'm cut from the same cloth.
To escape the net, I have to make sure they see me as someone who doesn't obey properly from the start. If I submit, it's over.
"Hoo, that's a bit better."
Sitting still in the quiet room, I feel the sensations subside a little. Probably because there's no friction happening, no stimulation.
If what I'm experiencing is heightened sensitivity, then just feeling less sensation should fix it from the get-go.
"Phew, calming down a bit."
But no matter how I slice it, I didn't have the confidence to just wait around like this without training. I should head home and rest right now.
"I'll take half a day off today."
"Heh, go ahead."
Park Eunhyuk smirks annoyingly as he processes it for me. I'm dying of frustration here, so what's got him grinning like that?
I was ready to kill him if he dragged his feet even a little, but he handled it surprisingly fast. What, did he prepare in advance or something?
Well, yeah. I must look pretty wrecked.
For even that bastard to worry about me. Yeah, my situation was serious.
"Hiyak♡"
The moment I step outside, the blowing wind hits me with head-splitting pleasure. I forcibly cling to my slipping sanity and hail a taxi.
"You okay? You look like you're in a lot of pain."
"Y-yes, h-heek♡"
Damn it. I thought no wind would be fine, but even the faint vibrations from the car feel insanely good. And of all places, it's hitting my ass, sending vibrator-like sensations straight to my pussy that's been mostly untouched until now. It's messing with my head.
This is beyond focused clit vibing.
"Hngh, h-heuk♡ Heuk♡"
Tears burst out from the misery, but even the sensation of them trailing down caresses me. Every tiny sensation teases, torments, and rapes me.
The whole world feels like it's raping me. A terrifying, agonizing sensation.
I hate it, hate it, hate it. Scary. Don't do that.
"Miss?"
"H-Huh? H-Heuk...."
"You alright? We've arrived."
"Th-thank you."
The taxi seat was soaked in my juices, a total mess. I pretended not to notice, paid, and bolted straight home.
I want to die.
"Hoo, finally feeling alive."
Once inside, staying still seemed to help a bit. With no confidence in holding onto my sanity like this, I decided to lie in bed and try to sleep.
"Sh-shit."
It got better. But thinking that solved anything was pure delusion.
The moment I close my eyes and surrender to the bed for sleep, tiny sensations I hadn't noticed before start gnawing at my body. Even just breathing makes my body shift, creating micro-frictions that turn straight into pleasure. That triggers little squirms, which melt my brain with more good feelings. The second I think I've endured it, even the air filling my lungs feels amazing, boiling my brain.
Scary. Scary. Scary. I'm gonna die. Gonna die. Save me. Please save me. Please rescue me. My body's gone wrong. This isn't right, this isn't pleasure. Hate it. It hurts. Hurts. Hurts. I don't want to die. Don't want to die. Don't want to die.
"Ha-ut♡ No. I want to die."
My head's a mess. I'll go insane like this. No, I already have. And they say crazy people try crazy shit. Since I'm crazy, I'll try something insane.
"Haa, haa...."
Shoooo!
The shower spray's roar rattles my ears. Scary. Terrifying to think of the insane sensations from those water jets.
But if I keep avoiding and small sensations build to huge ones over time?
Then hit it with intense sensations instead.
That way, I can try sleeping when the weak ones become tolerable. Right now, I just want to forget everything and sleep peacefully, even for a bit.
I make up my mind and step under the shower.
"Hieeeek! Hnghiiik♡"
Each jet pierces like it's worming through my body, slithering like earthworms for blissful caresses. The running water licks me madly, and even the splashing sounds rape my ears insanely. My whole body is an erogenous zone now; the original spots go mad from the lightest touch. Enough to make me lose my mind.
Ah? Lose my mind?
"Hoo, you can do this, Yurim. Nghrgh♡"
With trembling hands, I grab my clit and stimulate it. Fondle, pinch pleasurably, stroke in masturbation.
Thud!
It's like a massive hammer to my brain; my mind goes blank. Danger flashes, I shut off the shower, and my body shudders, unleashing urine instead of the pent-up juices I couldn't cum out.
"Heek♡ Hiiiaaak♡"
The release pleasure surging through my bladder and urethra drains the strength from my legs; I collapse. My head spins. Vision blurs, dizziness from pleasure's violence torments me viciously. My mind fades out.
I'm dying.
"Wha... t."
Forcing my unfocused vision back, forgotten pleasure-linked sensations crash like waves. Ignoring the sticky headache, I stand; the floor's slicker with more juices than water. Probably mixed with my piss from earlier—gross. Can't tell since my urine's transparent from mana purification.
"Almost slipped."
Sighing, I wipe down the bathroom and myself simply, then spot something off on my back in the mirror.
I grab my phone quick to check.
If you want to climax, come to the rooftop
The rooftop?
Probably the one I know. Check the time—damn, a whole day passed; it's almost morning.
"It's obviously a trap, but...."
Not going means I'll die before it's even a trap. Right after waking, sensations were chaotic enough to handle, but now yesterday's madness is back full force.
"That's not it."
The headache, dizziness, pleasure—all worse than yesterday. Even asleep, my body heated up, stacking pleasure nonstop.
"Haa♡ Fucking hell, for real♡"
Taxi ride stacks more pleasure amid the madness, punch in at work. Everyday routines feel like ultimate torture now, terrifying beyond belief.
Should I just die? Better than losing to the bastard who did this.
Thinking that, I head straight to the rooftop and fling open the door.
"Come out, whoever you are, come out!"
The moment I yell, my head spins, and forgotten memories surface one by one.
Monday, Park Eunhyuk fucking Ayoung right in front of me. Then tormenting me into a body that can't cum, forcing me to suck him off.
Yeah, this body's state is all that bastard's fault.
"Park Eunhyuuuk!"
"Whoa, wondered when you'd figure it out...."
"Die!"
I pour all my mana into Park Eunhyuk, stacking traits, then burn the stacks to boost combat power. You fucking bastard, one-shot kill....
"Hnghaek?"
Wooooong! Heek? No. This isn't right. No, crazy? What did I just.... Gonna die. Hate it. Scary. Hurts. Feels good. No. Not right. Head hurts. Wanna die. Save me. Hate it.
"Ah, you haven't realized yet that using traits ramps up sensitivity, huh."
"You dog, sh-heek♡"
"Still thinking straight, at least. Alright, I'll give you a chance."
With that, Park Eunhyuk undoes his pants and pulls out his massive cock.
Thinking back to Monday, swallowing his cum from there lets me cum. Blow him instead of killing, escape this hell.
I've done it once.
No big deal. Super annoying to feel like I'm losing, but for escaping hell, a blowjob's fine.
"Mmm♡ Hoo, hoo...."
"Okay, better than the first time."
The man's scent fills my head dizzyingly. Probably from heightened sensitivity; knowing that, each skin contact as I suck lightning-engraves itself. The cock itself isn't pleasurable. Everything touching feels good. I know that in theory, but expectation of cumming from it makes the cock look beautiful, lovable.
Feels bad. Feels good. Hate cock. Hate? Like.... Don't know. Am I okay?
"Guhk!"
"Cumming quicker this time."
The moment I've waited for most. Finally free. I gulp down his cum sliding down my throat, overjoyed.
...Huh? What? Why no climax? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? This is weird? Last time, this made me cum? End it. End it. End this hell. Please end it.
"Puhahaha. Man, that despairing face. I've been dying to see it. Yurim, you know that expression is super sexy?"
"Liar.... Make me cum quick. This breaks the promise, right?"
"What promise? Did I say anything? Your fault for assuming cum was the condition."
"Eh?"
Head hurts. Headache erodes my mind; pleasure-monster smashes my body. Limit now. Yeah, yeah....
"Please, I'll do anything. Anything, just release me...."
"Oh, really? Then here's the condition to cum. If my cock breaks your hymen."
"Ah?"
You mad bastard. That's a whole different level from a blowjob. The absurdity snaps my shattering mind back a bit.
"Now choose. Say, 'Please spread my pussy here and let Manager's lovely cock take my virginity.'"
"......."
Absolutely can't say it. My heart screams it, but pleasure drowns it before reaching my body. No. Hate cock. What's good about that weird-smelling thing.... Good? But it felt so good? Then it's good, right? Good? Yeah? That insanely lovable cock—offering my virginity's fine? Is virginity that precious? Sacrifice it, escape hell?
"Ah, aaa...."
"Gonna do it?"
"M-my, my...."
Voice brings pleasure spreading from my throat, fogging my head more. Don't know what I'm saying.
"Pound my pussy with Manager's lovely cock.... and take my virginity.... please."
With trembling hands, I grab my labia minora and spread them wide open.