Han Ju-ae — What Did I Ever Do Wrong
The world of this novel is set on a parallel-dimension Earth.
February 12th, 11:00 PM.
— Han Ju-ae's Point of View —
It was supposed to be a family trip planned to bring everyone back together.
Lately there had been no end of conflict — her husband had quit a perfectly good company and started demanding money to open some shop of his own. They had fought over it for months. Then, just before their daughter came home from abroad, she had suggested a family vacation.
And so the whole family set off for Jeju Island.
The exotic scenery — Ju-ae had never been to Jeju before, and the atmosphere felt almost like Southeast Asia — gradually dulled the sharp edge of her temper. Her husband seemed to feel the same. The mood between them softened, and for the first time in years she found herself feeling a flutter of excitement toward him again.
The trouble started on the first day of the trip, when their son Hyeong-cheol said he wanted to explore the island on his own and they let him go.
Lately a shadow had settled over Hyeong-cheol's face — his friends had been sent to juvenile detention — and agreeing to the Jeju trip had been, in no small part, a hope that it might do him some good.
She and her husband had been lounging in nothing but hotel robes, enjoying a bottle of wine, when the bolt from the blue arrived.
A call from emergency services.
Her husband answered, puzzled — then suddenly started shouting, raging at Ju-ae as he scrambled to throw on his clothes.
"What the hell are you doing?! Get dressed! How the hell did you raise that boy, you useless woman—"
"Hey!!! At least tell me what's going on before you start yelling! What is it all of a sudden?"
Only after he had pulled on his underwear and pants did he look at her, swallow his anger, and finally speak.
"Our son Hyeong-cheol tried to kill himself. Get dressed. We have to get to Jeju Hospital."
"What?!!!"
At the hospital they confirmed Hyeong-cheol's condition. A deep wound scored his neck. He had not yet regained consciousness.
That night, after visiting hours ended, they returned to the hotel. Both of them drank heavily. An argument flared into a full-blown fight.
For the first time in her life, Ju-ae was struck by her husband. He had hit their son often enough, and he had even laid a hand on their daughter once — but he had never, ever raised a hand against her.
The shock of it left her no room even to think about her son. She packed her bags and fled back to Seoul the next morning. And then the regret came flooding in.
It felt as though she had abandoned her child. The guilt of a mother crashed over her in crushing waves.
On top of that, her husband called at all hours, drunk, pouring abuse down the line. Once was hard; twice was easy. After hitting her that first time, he began treating her like something disposable, something he could handle however he pleased.
Shattered by it all, Ju-ae started drinking. For days she clung to the bottle, desperate to forget reality.
Her daughter's calls became an irritation. She could no longer stand the sight of her husband. And as for her feelings toward her son Hyeong-cheol — she buried the guilt beneath every ugly memory she could dredge up, rationalizing it all away piece by piece.
That little bastard Hyeong-cheol isn't even my son. How could a delinquent like that have come out of my belly...
On February 12th she started on the soju first thing in the morning. Every few hours she would surface, drink again, pass out, wake, and drink again.
Around eight in the evening she woke once more, downed four bottles with nothing to chase them, and collapsed into a dead sleep.
In the middle of that sleep, Ju-ae suddenly felt an unimaginable agony bloom in her lower abdomen.
Pain she had never experienced in her life.
Drowned in alcohol, medication, and the fog of sleep, she could not at first understand what was happening. Then she realized the pain was rising from her lower belly. She tried to open her eyes — but everything was pitch black.
"Mmph... mmph!!!!!!"
She tried to scream for help under the crushing pain, but no words came out. Her arms and legs would not move as she willed them.
For a moment Ju-ae wondered if this was a dream, if she was simply sleep-paralyzed — but the agony climbing out of her lower abdomen insisted this was real.
It hurts!!!! It hurts so much...
She had never felt pain like this. Her mind went white.
The pain of childbirth? She had delivered both her children by C-section. This kind of agony was utterly foreign to her.
"Hey. Finally awake? What kind of middle-aged woman sleeps through getting completely tied up... heh. Works for me, though..."
As her body convulsed under pain too relentless even to let her faint, a vile voice reached her ears.
A burglar. From the tone and the words, it had to be a burglar.
And only then did she understand where the pain was coming from — her pussy.
What are you putting in me!!!! It hurts!!!!
"Mmph!!!!"
Ju-ae thought the intruder was tormenting her by forcing some foreign object into her cunt. Once she recognized it was her pussy, she tried to gauge the thickness of whatever was forcing its way inside — and the idea that it could be a cock never even crossed her mind.
So she began to think this was no ordinary burglar. Someone with a grudge against her, or against her husband.
Sexual torture?
To toy with a woman's pussy to the point of tearing it open with pain this severe — it felt exactly like torture.
An eggplant? A zucchini? Or some oversized dildo?
She tried to estimate the girth of the thing she was feeling, searching for anything that thick.
Aaaaagh!!! It hurts!!! God, it hurts...
But then the intruder shoved the object deeper, and her body shuddered violently under the fresh wave of agony. The pain was so immense it would not even grant her the mercy of unconsciousness. Despair closed over her.
"Heheheh. Hang on just a little, lady. I'll send you to Hong Kong soon enough—heheheh."
No. It's going to tear...
As the pain went on and on, every sense and scrap of consciousness funneled down into her pussy. With her sight cut off, she was forced to focus even more intensely on the sensation rising from between her legs — the feeling of her cunt stretched to its absolute limit, and the terror that it was about to split open.
Then, with a wet shove, something seated itself inside her, and the pain dulled by a fraction.
What is this? The tip is big and round, and the shaft behind it is ridged and long...
She desperately wanted to know what he was torturing her with. And she wanted to ask what grudge could possibly drive a man to break into someone's home and do this.
But the ball-gag forced between her teeth let nothing out except muffled grunts.
"Mmph!!!!"
Stop... it hurts!!!
After seating that rounded tip, he paused — then began forcing the object in again.
The sensation of something packing her vaginal canal to bursting, no, prying it open to the point of tearing as it drove deep into her body, was horrific. Her inner folds were not merely stretching — they felt as if they were ripping apart, and the agony climbed further and further into her core.
Her body trembled.
As the situation slowly resolved into clarity, she realized her calves and thighs were bound. From the touch of her own hands she could tell her ankles and wrists were tied as well. And over her eyes — a blindfold.
This was no ordinary burglar. She was certain of it now. A common thief or rapist would not carry tools like these. This was the work of someone with a grudge — and the moment she settled on that conclusion, the fear grew sharper.
Is he going to kill me too?
Depending on the depth of the hatred, murder was not out of the question. She resolved to do whatever she could to placate him — but the pain radiating through her body made even that resolution meaningless.
It hurts!!!! Stop!!! I'll do whatever you want, just please!!!!
"Mmph-mmph."
"Heh. Listen to her squirm."
He laughed, low and filthy, and shoved the object deeper.
The agony whitened her brain again. Her body convulsed. Snot and drool ran freely down her face.
You son of a bitch... what the hell did I ever do to you!!!
Tears spilled down her cheeks under the pain.
Then the object bottomed out against something deep inside her, and she felt a flicker of relief.
It's too big. What the hell did he put in me.
As the pain eased for a moment, the question returned. What was this thing she was feeling inside her vagina? Smooth and long, rounded at the tip, with a shaft that felt almost ridged under the stretch.
A giant dildo? One of those things you only ever see in porn?
She could picture it. Some vile man bent on revenge, gripping a massive dildo straight out of a porno and ramming it into her cunt. She imagined her pussy losing all its elasticity, becoming a ruined, useless hole that no man would ever want, growing old and dying alone — and the tears came harder.
Please stop!!! You're tearing me open. No — you're turning me into a ruined slut!!
"Heheheh. Feels like you've hit the end, doesn't it? Not quite. I've got to shove this into your womb. This thing's long enough to punch straight through your cervix."
No!!!!
The symbolic weight of the womb — the instinct that it was the last thing a woman must protect — made Ju-ae thrash and twist in resistance. But with her limbs bound and something already spearing her open, it was a futile struggle.
The unimaginable pain began again.
The object shifted in tiny searching motions, and even that made her pussy feel as if it were splitting with a wet rip, fresh agony flooding through her.
Then whatever had been probing found its mark and began driving into her body as if it meant to pierce straight through her.
It's burning!!!! It hurts!!!
It felt like a column of fire punching through her cunt. A fresh wave of catastrophic pain crashed over her — and deep in her belly she felt something pop into a space that should never have been entered.
Ah... my womb... my womb has been violated...
In that instant even the pain receded. The thought that she had lost something precious as a woman made her brain dump hormones that briefly blanked the agony. A vast sense of loss swallowed her whole, and the tears kept streaming down her face.
If the womb was damaged there was no way to heal it. She even imagined the extreme — having it removed entirely — and with every thought she dug herself deeper into a black pit of her own making.
Blindfolded, Ju-ae could only imagine, and that imagination was poison.
Shove.
She felt, with absolute clarity, something invade a space inside her — and she truly believed the foreign object had forced open her womb and entered it. In that moment she decided her womanhood was gone, and she cursed the man torturing her with everything she had left.
Her consciousness was sinking toward idiocy, toward the bottom of that pit — when the pain that had briefly cut out came roaring back at a scale that made everything before it feel like nothing.
Two or three times worse. It bloomed from deep in her belly and spread through her entire body.
AAAAAAAGH!!!!! IT HURTS!!!!!
In that moment Ju-ae thought that if he would only end this pain, she would do anything. Even if the man torturing her demanded her body, she would give it. She begged him in the silence of her mind.
Please!!! It hurts!!!! Forgive me!!!!
The reality that all she could do was thrash under the agony was unbearably wretched. She wanted at least to know why she was bound and being tortured like this — what she had done to deserve it.
The one mercy was that the man had stopped moving, leaving the object buried inside her. Even still, the pain was enormous — but whether she was growing used to it, or whether the previous wave had simply been so vast that everything else felt smaller, she found a sliver of room to think again.
"Heheheh. You didn't even notice my finger was in your asshole, did you?"
My asshole?
Only when she dragged her senses away from her pussy and focused on her anus did she feel the foreign presence. The pain in her cunt had been so overwhelming she had missed it entirely — but just as he said, something finger-shaped was wriggling inside her.
"I'm loosening this up next, after your pussy. Heh. Your cunt will probably feel like nothing by comparison. Of course, the sphincter is the real problem here, so the pain only lasts a moment, but..."
This is nothing by comparison?
Remembering the agony she had just endured, Ju-ae felt a terror so deep it hollowed her out. If that had been the easy part — how much worse could the rest possibly be?
Shove.
Something as thick as a heavy thumb withdrew from her anus. A moment later she felt two hands close over her breasts.
Fine. Lust after my body instead. Just stop torturing me with that dildo...
"Mmph!!!"
"For a woman your age, these tits still have some bounce. Close to a D-cup, I'd say."
He rolled her areolae and nipples between his fingers, then kneaded her breasts in full handfuls.
Her chest was an erogenous zone. Under normal circumstances pleasure should have been rising by now — but the grinding, splitting fullness of the object packing her pussy to the point of tearing left no room for anything like pleasure.
"Look forward to it, lady. I already know your family won't be back until the seventeenth. That means I've got at least twenty-four hours to work you over with this. Your pussy, your ass, your throat... heheheh."
The fact that he knew her family's schedule barely registered. What mattered was the promise of continuous agony still to come.
No.... I'll die first!!!
"Ah!!! And the throat, from what I hear, hurts even worse depending on the person. Just so you know."
An asshole that would hurt more than her pussy — and a throat that would hurt more than that?
Ju-ae desperately wanted to faint. For a fleeting moment she even wished she could simply die like this — then she shook the thought away.
I have to live. If I'm going to kill this bastard....
"Heh. Looking at the way your face is twisting, you want to kill me, don't you? Fine. Let's see who dies first."
In that instant the object began to withdraw — slowly dragging itself out of her womb, out of her pussy, the sensation of it leaving her as excruciating as its entry.
Her vision went pure white. Thought itself vanished. She felt as if she had been lifted into a blank white void.
And then the pain crashed down over her again — at the highest pitch of everything she had endured so far.
AAAAAAAGH!!!! Somebody help me!!!!
"Mmph!!!!!!!!!!!"