Chapter 60: Yoon Ji-yeon Awakens to Her Instincts
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 60: Yoon Ji-yeon Awakens to Her Instincts
“W-what do you mean by that…?”
Yoon Ji-yeon looked utterly bewildered.
I took my time explaining it to her, my voice relaxed.
“Every time I use your throat roughly, you gasp and gag like you love it, don't you? That’s what you call a masochist.”
“…Stop saying such vulgar things.”
“I’m just telling you the truth.”
I continued slowly.
“Think about it. Think about who you really are.”
“You keep talking nonsense…”
Ji-yeon knit her brows and glared at me. Her gaze was still filled with hostility and loathing.
However, the fact that she couldn't completely deny my words suggested she felt the change in herself over the past week. Well, after having her throat plowed like that for seven days, it was about time she awakened to her hidden tastes.
“Be honest. Then I’ll give you what you want.”
“What… I want?”
“Yeah. You want me to treat you roughly, don't you? Like a bitch.”
The app was never wrong. Knowing Ji-yeon had a masochistic streak, my voice was thick with conviction. In contrast, Ji-yeon’s face was clouded with confusion.
She didn't want to admit it. But it was the truth.
“…A-a bitch.”
Ji-yeon let out a strange, shaky breath. She bit her lip, seemingly lost in thought over the peculiar sense of shame the word 'bitch' evoked.
I observed her face in silence. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her eyes trembled with anxiety. Perhaps it was the result of the thorough training I’d put her through over the past week, or maybe it was the power of her semen addiction, but she was finally becoming a little more honest in front of me.
Her breath grew hotter. Our eyes met.
“Is that… what you think of me?”
Ji-yeon’s lips finally parted. I admired her pretty face for a moment before slowly nodding.
“Yeah.”
There were many ways to describe Yoon Ji-yeon.
A member of the hottest girl group.
The only daughter of a wealthy family.
A haughty, prideful young lady.
A brand model for luxury companies.
Every single one of those titles was perfect and beautiful—modifiers that added a layer of class to her existence. Thanks to her environment and her own stunning beauty, she had likely lived a life close to perfection until now.
“It’s exhausting, isn't it? You’ve spent your whole life trying to show everyone a perfect image.”
Because of her pride, she always tried to avoid doing anything that could be seen as a weakness. That was likely why she was so sensitive to the fans' gaze and the reactions in the comments.
At my words, she swallowed hard and spoke.
“What are you trying to say?”
“If you try too hard to be perfect, you’ll eventually collapse from the strain. There’s nothing wrong with expressing your feelings honestly and letting off some stress once in a while.”
“So… you want me to act like a bitch in front of you?”
Ji-yeon’s voice trembled. I let out a short laugh and replied casually.
“Yeah. Let’s be honest with each other. We’ve already come this far, haven't we? I want to see the real you.”
“The real me…?”
“Yeah. Not the persona you’ve manufactured, but the version of you that’s honest about her desires. Not that haughty, fake image you put on for others, but the filthy, vulgarly fallen version of you.”
Ji-yeon didn't answer. I slowly stood up and planted my feet firmly in front of her. Without a word, I thrust my cock right in front of her face.
“…….”
Ji-yeon’s lips quivered at the sight of my cock. Looking down at her, I spoke.
“You know it too, don't you? I’m the only one who knows the real you. Not your family, and certainly not Kim Min-hyuk.”
“What… do you want?”
“Just answer my questions honestly. Can you do that?”
“…Yes. I’ll try.”
Ji-yeon nodded, her eyes vacant. I brought my cock even closer to her face and asked.
“How is it? What do you think when you see this?”
“It’s… big….”
“Do you like it?”
“There’s no way I’d like it….”
Ji-yeon bit her lip as she answered. She must have known better than anyone that her voice lacked confidence and conviction. I smiled at her lack of honesty.
“Then how about when this cock is being shoved roughly down your throat? How did that feel?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Try to remember.”
At my command, Ji-yeon knit her brows and began to ponder in silence. It seemed she was actually recalling the sensation of her throat being violated by my cock.
“…Haa.”
Ji-yeon’s eyes shook. Her breathing grew heavy, and her toes began to wiggle. Her skin became slick with sweat.
“Did you remember? The memory of your throat being violated.”
“…Yes.”
“How was it?”
I smiled as I noticed the fluid dripping from Ji-yeon’s lower half.
“Your body seems pretty honest. Are you turned on?”
“Yes… I think I’m a little excited.”
“Why do you think you’re excited by a thought like that?”
I guided her train of thought through my questions. In truth, if you trace the reasons one by one, there is only one conclusion at the end. I provided that answer for her.
“It’s because you’re a bitch.”
“…!”
Ji-yeon’s shoulders flinched at my words. I smiled as I watched her bite her lip, unable to deny it.
“Go home and think long and hard about it. About what kind of girl you really are.”
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Late at night.
Yoon Ji-yeon couldn't fall asleep easily, tossing and turning in her bed. The reason was simple. Seo Ji-hoon’s voice from earlier kept echoing in her ears.
—It’s because you’re a masochist.
A masochist.
She had a general idea of what it meant. Ji-yeon masturbated occasionally, so she knew enough. People who enjoyed receiving mental and physical pain.
Normally, she would have flared up in anger the moment she heard such a vulgar word… but she couldn't deny his words. Rather, she felt a strange thrill at the way he looked down on her.
“Haa… I’ve lost my mind.”
She knew she had changed. After having her throat repeatedly violated by Seo Ji-hoon’s big cock over the past week, Ji-yeon had awakened to a dangerous fetish without even realizing it.
‘Having my throat plowed… it feels good….’
The thought slipped into her mind unbidden. Startled by her own reflection, Ji-yeon bit her lip. She tried to erase the strange thoughts filling her head, forcing her eyes shut to try and sleep.
“…….”
But sleep wouldn't come. Instead, the delusions in her head only intensified. The sensations from those moments returned vividly.
The man’s thick scent.
The thick, hard, big cock.
The feeling of her throat being roughly violated.
The hand grabbing her hair.
‘I want to drink… his semen….’
A thirst rose in her throat. Whenever Seo Ji-hoon, who had been pounding her throat, felt the urge to ejaculate, he would simply cum deep into her throat without a word.
That hot, sticky, fishy sensation.
That semen, concentrated with the thick scent of a male, left a pungent aroma in Ji-yeon’s nose and brain. It should have been a loathsome memory… but strangely, she kept wanting to eat his semen.
“Haa….”
Just thinking about it made hot breath escape her lips. No matter how hard she tried to sleep, her heated body refused to calm down. Her heart throbbed with an inexplicable sense of guilt and strange emotion.
…And her lower half was aching slightly as well.
Panting alone, Ji-yeon eventually shifted her posture. She needed something to calm her burning body.
Squish, squelch.
“Hngh… Haah….”
It had been a while since she last masturbated. Ji-yeon spread her legs in a 'crab-leg' pose and stifled her breath as she stimulated her clit with her fingers. She had no choice, as the other members' rooms were right next door.
Rub, rub♡
Her fingers traced circles around her clit. Sweet breaths leaked through the palm she used to cover her mouth.
“I shouldn't be doing this……”
Despite her words, her hand didn't stop. The first face she pictured while masturbating was her boyfriend’s.
Kim Min-hyuk, her manager and former school senior.
“Min-hyuk Oppa….”
She rubbed her clit diligently while calling out her beloved boyfriend’s name. She felt a bit of excitement, but the resulting stimulation was nothing short of bland. Still, Ji-yeon forced herself to think of her boyfriend’s face as she masturbated, desperate to erase the image of Seo Ji-hoon’s cock from her mind.
However.
“Haat. Why… why is it like this….”
It was nowhere near enough to soothe her burning body. Forget a climax; she wasn't even getting proper stimulation. Ji-yeon loved her boyfriend, but he was unsuitable as 'fap material.'
“Haa, haa.”
Instead, her body only grew more awkwardly aroused. Ji-yeon began to feel anxious. She knew that if she couldn't quell this excitement, she wouldn't be able to sleep. So, she rubbed her clit desperately.
But the climax she craved wouldn't come.
“Why… why can’t I cum….”
Ji-yeon’s face contorted. She spread her legs even wider and pinched her clit. Her entire body, which usually boasted pale skin, was now drenched in sweat and glistening provocatively.
Since she was masturbating alone without any visual stimulation like porn, Ji-yeon instinctively struggled to find another stimulus to replace it. She had tried picturing her boyfriend’s face, but that had failed miserably.
The moment she realized that thinking of her boyfriend was no longer enough to make her climax, her mind naturally turned to something else that could provide the missing pleasure.
Seo Ji-hoon’s imposing big cock.
The moment she recalled the sensation of his thick, pungent cock being shoved into her throat, Ji-yeon’s toes splayed apart as she sprayed a fountain of fluids across the bed.
“Kh-haaaah!!!?”
Ji-yeon’s mouth fell open at the intense pleasure. she pictured herself having her throat forcibly violated by Seo Ji-hoon’s big cock. Her fingers danced frantically over her clit.
“Uh-hot… Oh, ohhh…♡”
Ji-yeon masturbated, letting out animalistic sounds. She threw her head back as a pleasure that turned her mind white washed over her.
The image of her boyfriend’s face had long since been erased from her mind. In its place, the despair and sense of defeat she felt when Seo Ji-hoon’s thick cock forcibly plowed her throat dyed her mind a pure, blank white.
“Oht… Fu-oohhh…♡”
And so, the animalistic cries from Ji-yeon’s room did not cease all through the night.