Side Story: The Clone, Chapter 2 — What's Wrong With These Girls?
The setting of this story is Earth in a parallel universe.
— Hyorim's Point of View —
"Hyorim. Stay with me. You pass out and I'll fuck you all day long. I'm almost there."
"Hahhk… Yes!!!"
Was it her own fault for having sex nearly every day until she'd become addicted to it? Or was she just an idiot for falling for a man she'd never seen before in her life and following him here?
The Hyorim who'd been fretting over those questions earlier was gone. Every time he drove into her, a colossal wave of pleasure bloomed so fiercely that nothing else could form in her mind — only the single, desperate thought of how to keep feeling this forever.
Humans really were something else. Hyorim felt that truth all over again. The monstrous pain that had brought her to the brink of blacking out had already faded. All that remained was the pleasure he gave her.
Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap.
"Hahng… ahh… ahh… haeungh."
"Hyorim. Tell them. Tell your little friends what you're feeling right now."
His voice was a hard, commanding whisper against her ear. From where they could see everything, Nam Suhyeon, Lee Seojin, and Oh Areum watched with trembling eyes — and baffled expressions on top of that.
Well, of course. Fifteen minutes ago I was screaming that I was dying from the pain, and then at some point I started wailing like a complete whore…
"Haaaang!!! Girls. It feels so good. This kind of pleasure… it doesn't even compare to the childish little orgasms Hyeongcheol used to give us!!!!"
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
"So your boyfriend's name is Hyeongcheol, is it?"
"Haaaang!!! Yes… We were all Hyeongcheol's girlfriends."
The moment he spoke Hyeongcheol's name, her pussy clenched hard of its own accord. The sudden tight squeeze, the raw sensation of it — and she climaxed on the spot.
Something glittered through her skull like starlight, tearing through her entire brain. She wanted to throw her head back and scream.
"Guh… guh… ghk… guh…"
But the only sounds that came out were the same broken noises she'd made when the pain had been at its worst. Same sounds — completely different cause. One had been agony. This was ecstasy.
Against her will, her vision went dark. No — her eyes rolled up, snot ran freely down her face, and she could feel drool spilling from her open mouth. And on top of that ecstasy, fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
Mortifyingly, she felt something shoot from her urethra — and right after it, a different liquid followed, gushing out in a second wave.
Siofuki and piss, one right after the other…
Her body wouldn't obey her, but even floating in that midair rush of pleasure, her mind stayed clear. She'd just squirted, and then immediately pissed herself. She had no control over her body at all.
And that body was shaking violently, trembling and thrashing as if she were an epileptic in the middle of a seizure. She wasn't afraid. She only wanted to feel this overwhelming pleasure forever. The ecstasy had become a kind of pain boring through her brain — but compared to the agony he'd already put her through, it was something she could endure.
"Good… well done. A few more fucks and you'll make a fine little bitch, Hyorim. From now on, you call me Master. And you cut things off with this Hyeongcheol, or whoever he is."
"Guh…"
She nodded. She'd tried to say yes, but no voice would come. Panic flared — what if he decided she was being insolent and threw her away? — so she nodded frantically. Even that barely worked.
She felt him push his upper body up. And then, beyond her control, her own torso lifted with him. Had her core always been this strong? No. Her nervous system had shorted out so completely that her body had arched into a bow.
Her chest rose. Her nipples were so hard they hurt.
What if he pulls out? I feel like I'm going to fold the wrong way.
Her thighs were already lifted high enough to touch his hips. With only her belly still on the bed, she was terrified of curling completely backward.
"Haaaaang!!!"
Even as his cock dragged painfully along the walls of her pussy on the way out, the pleasure surged higher. Before she could even savor the aftershocks of her climax, the simple motion of his glans sliding free hit her with another wave of intense pleasure — and with the sensation blooming around her sphincter on top of it, she came again.
From the moment the pleasure had started fifteen minutes ago, this was already her third orgasm. Counting this one, her fourth.
Pop. Pop.
Cool air touched her vagina and her anus. He was free of her body. She trembled violently, utterly unable to control herself.
Thwack!!
Her own feet smacked against her head. She had curled completely backward into a circle, shaking and shuddering.
Psshh-psshh.
Something shot from her urethra again. She had no chance to check what it was, and no strength left to roll her eyes back down. Even her arms were trembling. With only the space below her navel touching the mattress, she stayed curled and kept shaking.
"Kyaaaaaaah!!!!!! It hurts!!!!!"
Suhyeon's turn. Lucky her.
She was losing her mind — even the pain was starting to look beautiful. The pleasure currently crushing her was so vicious it hurt worse than the agony from before, and she was jealous of what Suhyeon was about to feel.
Trembling.
"It hurts… hhk… it hurts!!!!"
"Shut up. I'll take you to heaven the same way I did Hyorim, so just lie there and take it."
Thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap.
She could hear exactly how hard he was pounding Suhyeon. The only sense she had left was hearing.
How long has it been? How long is this pleasure going to last?
It felt endlessly long. Her body trembled and moved on its own. And every time she almost forgot, the pleasure crashed over her again and curled her up once more. The top of her head hurt — her own soles kept smacking it.
Thwack!!! Thud!!!
"Hhk-hhk… guh… guh…"
The sound of him driving down hard came through clearly, and Suhyeon was making the same broken, choked noises — unable even to express the pain.
Hyorim wanted to see. She wanted to see Suhyeon's ruined face. But her eyes still wouldn't obey. Snot and drool kept running, her body rocked back and forth, and her feet kept hitting her head.
"Is… is Hyorim going to die? She's been like that for five minutes already."
Seojin's worried voice. For Seojin — who didn't even like her — to sound concerned, Hyorim's condition must have looked truly pathetic.
"Don't touch her. And get out of the way. I've had girls stay like that for more than ten minutes. And that? That's a blessing. A blessing. It means the difference between a girl who can take it and a girl who can't — the level of pleasure they feel isn't the same."
"But…"
"Tsk… I ease up on you a little and this is what I get… Want to go under Areum?"
"N… no."
It's because of the camera… Still — feeling this for ten whole minutes… How happy must that have been?
The relief that she wasn't the only strange one was short-lived. She was curious about the woman who'd felt it for ten minutes. She could feel her eyes slowly rolling back down, focus returning — and the pleasure ebbing with it.
I only got five. What kind of girl lasts ten…
— There's a camera in the wardrobe. Look at this one. Twitching and biting down the second she hears it.
At some point while fucking her, he'd lifted her body and flipped her the other way. She'd been facing the wall; suddenly she was lying toward the wardrobe on the opposite side, and he'd whispered in her ear that there was a camera.
She was definitely a pervert. The moment she heard about the camera, the pleasure spiked even higher — and she'd bitten down.
Areum had always teased her for getting turned on by photos, calling her a freak. Turns out Hyorim was the same.
The legs that had been arched like a bow dropped limply onto the bed. Her upper body fell with them. She turned her head as far as she could toward where Suhyeon was being fucked and watched their backs.
Violent motion. And Suhyeon had already collapsed at the waist — choking out those broken sounds, unable even to voice the pain. That phase would pass soon enough.
He'd said five minutes for Hyorim, so Suhyeon would have to suffer another ten or so.
It felt like forever back then. Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen days.
"You okay, Hyorim?"
Naked Seojin was crouching below the bed, bringing her eyes level with Hyorim's.
"Yeah… Just like Master said, I went to heaven. Pleasure heaven — or was it hell?"
She had no strength to sit up. The words just fell out of her mouth. Seojin, with her full, cute little breasts and trembling pupils, glanced once at the suffering Suhyeon and then back at her.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Endure it. Endure it and endure it some more. At some point the pleasure comes double, triple, quadruple from your ass and your pussy at the same time. Hyeongcheol wasn't even worth the dirt under Master's toenails."
Seojin swallowed hard. Watching her nod at the way Hyorim had just dismissed Hyeongcheol was almost adorable. Hyorim herself hadn't expected to end up thinking of him as so worthless.
She used to gush love juices from her urethra just from his hand technique and love it. She used to think the orgasms she got from him fucking her all night on pure stamina were the best there was. She used to think he was sweet for licking her pussy as aftercare. Now she couldn't even see him.
The pleasure of being skewered on this man's merciless cock made Hyeongcheol's orgasms look like child's play — and that was putting it kindly.
Seojin kept swallowing, her full cheeks quivering. She stood and returned to her place. With the interruption gone, Hyorim could see Master ruthlessly pounding Suhyeon again.
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
"Ah!!!! It hurts!!!! Hhk-hhk…"
You're done too, Suhyeon.
Of the four of them, Suhyeon had always been the most studious. Sure, she'd run with a delinquent crowd, but she'd been the one who actually did well in school. Of course, right before the college entrance exam they'd all been doing group sex with Hyeongcheol and not sleeping, so all five of them had bombed it and ended up at the mediocre Donghwa Women's University nearby. Under normal circumstances, Suhyeon could have aimed for a lower-tier department at Yeonseo University — or at least something better than this dump.
I always figured Suhyeon would go to a different school.
And last year's exam had been brutal. The rest of them were mid-to-low ranked anyway, so they'd scored about what they expected. Suhyeon, sleep-deprived, had tanked everything from math through the science sections and dropped right down to their level.
Donghwa Women's University, Department of Tourism. Freshman. Heh…
Suhyeon's parents had let her run wild because they trusted her grades alone. When she bombed the exam and only got into Donghwa, they wouldn't even let her retake a year.
When the pain was truly unbearable, even moans like that didn't come out. Hyorim knew from experience. Once the moans started, it meant the pain was easing and the pleasure was rising. Once the screams of ecstasy started, Suhyeon would be flipped and fucked the same way she had been.
Thwap-thwap-thwap.
"Ah!! Ah! Ang!!!!?"
The violent motion stopped cold. Master leaned over Suhyeon, lifted her, and turned her head toward the wardrobe — pressed right up against Hyorim.
"Master. Turn Suhyeon's face this way…"
"Fine."
He reached down and forced Suhyeon's face — which had been turned the other way — around so she was looking straight at Hyorim.
A wreck of a face. Tears, snot, and drool all running freely.
"Something incredible is about to hit you. Just hold on a little longer."
"Hhk… it hurts… Hyorim…"
"Focus. If you can still say things like that, it means the pleasure is already coming up."
At her words, Suhyeon squeezed her eyes shut. Master stroked Hyorim's head once, then crouched again and drew his hips back.
Thud!!!!
"Ah!!! Ah!!!! Ang!!!!"
And time moved fast after that. Suhyeon started crying out in pleasure by the ten-minute mark — faster than Hyorim — and by twenty minutes her body had arched like a bow. When Master finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed and just gasped for air.
The face Suhyeon had made while arched like that was impossible to forget. Her pupils had vanished, only the whites showing. Her nose flared wide, snot pouring out like a flood. Drool spilled from her slack-open mouth, and her tongue hung out obscenely.
Ahegao. Hyeongcheol tried so hard to get that face out of all four of us and never managed it.
He'd tormented them all night saying he wanted to see ahegao, and the expression never came. So they'd acted it out from manga, and he'd been satisfied enough to fall asleep.
It was the cock. You only make that face when you're getting fucked by a cock that strong. Having a small dick and great stamina like Hyeongcheol is completely useless.
Suhyeon lay there with her eyes closed, smiling faintly, her body still trembling. A strange sense of camaraderie rose in Hyorim. She reached out and took Suhyeon's hand — and Suhyeon squeezed back hard. Her eyelids fluttered. She forced her eyes open, curved them into crescents, and smiled.
"I'm so happy! I want to feel what I just felt forever."
"Me too."
Suhyeon's words — Hyorim felt them completely. And she was still curious about the woman who'd stayed curled up like a ball for ten whole minutes. A scream reached her ears a moment later and made them prick up, but Suhyeon's pretty face was in the way and she couldn't see. It was frustrating.