Han Ju-ae. What Did You Do Wrong?
The glans forced her sphincter open and slid into Ju-ae’s anus.
Unlike a pussy, the environment of the bowels offered no caressing folds; anal pleasure came mostly from the tight ring of muscle near the entrance. Still, with a cockhead that large, the slick glide through her insides felt plenty good on its own.
“Ugh!!!!”
I pushed past the sphincter that tried to expel me. She suffered the worst of it then, yet the pain stayed relatively brief. Determined to bury myself completely at least once, I drove the full length home. The sensation of stretching her sigmoid colon rolled through me just as my pubic bone met her ass.
When I bottomed out against her colon she twisted for a moment, but the worst of the pain seemed to ease; only her face remained contorted.
Where…
I withdrew until the glans caught on the sphincter. Forcing power into the thrust again, I watched her upper body rise as she began to tremble. Strong pressure wrapped the head, then I felt the anus try to push it out.
Pop—squelch.
A thin spurt of intestinal fluid leaked out. I smirked.
“How’s that? This time I’ll just work the entrance—in and out?”
She shook her head hard through the pain. The moment I set the glans against her hole again she writhed with her whole body, fighting. The struggle was desperate and completely useless. When I applied force she tensed and shook harder, clearly feeling the burn.
“Hmm… Thought it over enough? What exactly did you do wrong?”
Her head bobbed in frantic nods.
“Ugh—ugh.”
I chuckled, eased off the pressure, and pulled free. Leaning over her, I unclipped the side of the ball gag and drew it from her mouth. Thick ropes of spit spilled through the hole it left.
“Haa!!! Please spare me!!! Please!!!”
“Not the answer I wanted.”
I brought the gag back to her lips. She clamped her mouth shut, trying to resist. I seized her cheek and squeezed.
“Aak!!! Ugh—I’ll talk!!!”
I loosened my grip. She hesitated a beat, then parted her lips.
“I… my husband…”
“Wrong. Two chances left.”
“That… Min-ji…”
“Wrong. Think carefully. You’ve got five minutes.”
Apparently the things that weighed on her most were whatever she’d done to her husband and some woman named Min-ji. Put on the spot like this, people usually blurt out the everyday guilt that already nags at them.
“That… A-jeong…”
She stopped after the name. I leaned in close; she flinched and started trembling again. Excitement—she believed she’d finally given the right answer and it was getting to her.
“Keep going. That A-jeong kid is connected, after all.”
I tossed her a small hint: A-jeong wasn’t the only reason.
“Please… give me a little time.”
“Fine. Three minutes.”
The clock already showed past midnight. Cold sweat beaded on her skin; she was clearly wracking her brain for all she was worth. Soft, frantic hums escaped her—proof that nothing useful was coming.
Hmm…
“Three minutes. If you still can’t think of it, the gag goes back in. Open up before you get hurt…”
I set the ball against her lips again. She screamed in pure desperation.
“Ian!!! I did something terrible to that boy!!!”
So she finally landed on me. Third try…
“Oh? How?”
She exhaled in relief, licked her lips, swallowed hard, and stalled. The moment the gag touched her mouth again she spoke.
“I… stopped him from dating A-jeong and made them break up.”
“That can’t be everything. You really think that alone would land you here?”
Conviction flickered across her face, then uncertainty. She tilted her head and opened her mouth once more. At last the real facts began to spill.
“From some point on, Hyeong-cheol kept saying he hated Ian. Hearing it over and over, I started hating the sight of him too. When Yu-ra’s mother fretted over whether Yu-ra’s grades could even get her into Korea University, I… I gave her some nasty advice.”
“Keep going.”
I’d expected the usual—knowing her son was bullying someone and looking the other way, or marching into school to insist her boy was blameless and the other kid was the real problem. Instead she was offering a story I had never once considered.
Yu-ra’s mother? The chairman’s daughter?
A cold thought cut through me before she even finished. Second-year homeroom teacher Lee Yun-hui… second-year class president Yu-ra’s mother…
I already knew Lee Yun-hui had colluded with art teacher Kim Ji-yeon to doctor my grades; the evidence was solid. The motive had stayed murky, though I’d guessed some deal involving the chairman’s daughter, who hung around Yun-hui constantly. But A-jeong’s mother as the spark?
“In second year, even though it was Lee Yun-hui’s first year teaching, rumors said she was greedy for money. She never refused a bribe when one was offered. So I told Yu-ra’s mother—Mi-jin—that if she sweet-talked the teacher, Yu-ra could take first place in class and the confidence would lift her grades. And… according to Hyeong-cheol, Ian got into a huge argument with that teacher.”
Anger flared, but pushing harder now would only confirm I was Ian. She might already suspect, yet she couldn’t be certain.
Hoo… Hold it in. This bitch really has to be treated like a dog from now on. Even if A-jeong begs…
Complicated feelings. Thinking of A-jeong made it hard to be truly cruel to Ju-ae. Yet even setting Hyeong-cheol aside, what Ju-ae had just confessed was not something I could easily forgive.
I’ll leave Ju-ae to A-jeong. Yu-ra becomes wife or bitch depending on whether she knew. So Mi-jin—you’re just a bitch.
Yu-ra had always been unusually kind. No spoiled rich-girl attitude, a cute face, a genuinely good heart… the sort of model student I might have tried to date if I’d had money and a normal family.
If Yu-ra knew the whole time, she really played the long game.
Even replaying old memories, I never caught her acting. Still, she had entered Yeonseo University’s humanities track and planned to retake the exams; there would be plenty of chances.
“Hmm… Anything else?”
“Yes?… I… looked the other way while Hyeong-cheol bullied him, and I… went to the school and, even though Hyeong-cheol was the one in the wrong, I criticized the other boy in front of the whole class.”
I smirked and fully removed the ball gag, lifting it free and tossing it aside. Her lips twitched; she clearly had more to say.
“Um… Did Ian put you up to this?”
“Think whatever you want. Shall we pick up where we left off? You answered honestly, so I’ll put it back in your pussy.”
I took hold of my cock and set the glans against her nearly closed entrance. Soft white folds immediately began to nibble and chew at the head.
“W-wait a second!!!! I’ll give you money. A hundred million? A billion? Three billion?”
Whoa… How loaded is she?
“Three billion? Keep it.”
“Then… five billion… I have to leave a billion each for the kids, so I can’t go higher!!!”
Insane. A-jeong’s mother was sitting on seven billion? Why the hell had I been the only one who grew up poor? A faint sense of loss pricked me. Jeong-mi, Na-yeon, and now Ju-ae—every one of them swimming in cash.
“Nope. Money doesn’t matter. The only goal here is to punish you.”
“Hic… Please forgive me. A few hours of torment should be enough.”
A few hours? Her sense of time had completely collapsed. Barely fifty minutes had passed.
“What nonsense is that? It’s only been fifty minutes. You’ve still got at least twenty-three hours and ten minutes left for me to play with you.”
“What?!!!! Fifty minutes?”
She fell silent for a long stretch. The moment I nudged the glans forward again she spoke in a rush.
“Um… Next… next… give me another chance. Like just now…”
I had to admire the desperate thrashing—trying to claw out even one small concession while she was already being raped. I considered what I could safely loosen. The blindfold was risky; free her arms and she’d tear it off immediately. After a moment I settled on the less dangerous option. The mask would still hide my face.
“All right. I’ll take the blindfold off. In return, at some point I’m going to demand something from you. You do exactly what I say, or it goes right back on.”
“Right now—I’ll do any demand right now.”
She looked frantic enough to agree to anything. Since I had no intention of ending her suffering yet, I chose a request she would never accept.
“Even if I treat A-jeong the same way I’m treating you?”
“Th-that… You’re not serious? A-jeong has nothing to do with this!”
“Exactly. A-jeong is completely uninvolved, so why would I hurt her? You said you’d accept any demand, so I asked. From now on keep your mouth shut until I actually make a demand. Make more noise and the gag goes back in—then I torment you for forty-eight hours straight.”
“Hup…”
I watched her lips press tight, smirked, and drove my cock home in one smooth thrust.
“Ak!!!! It hurts!!!”
Pleasure had already begun to stir earlier; the pain seemed milder than expected. I considered simply reaming her ass again, then decided instead to drag her up to climax first and drop her straight into hell afterward.
“Endure it.”
“Please—use a smaller dildo at least.”
Dildo?
I snorted. Even I would have trouble believing an Asian man could own a cock like this. Most black or white guys would probably wonder if it was fake too.
“Endure it.”
I kept pushing, unfolding every fold of her vagina. Her dense inner walls coiled and clenched around the shaft. Love juices kept the length slick; I felt every ridge as I advanced. When the glans scraped across her G-spot she cried out again.
“Ang!! Aak!!!”
“Lewd bitch. Getting off while a dildo forces its way in.”
Click.
I raised the camera and snapped more shots. She only flinched; no real excitement showed. No latent exhibitionist streak, then.
“Ak!!! Don’t take pictures!”
The second the blindfold came off she would check my face first—and be disappointed. But four cameras staring at her? The threat of showing everything to Hyeong-cheol? Of selling it to a porn company? I was looking forward to that reaction far too much.
“I have to report to the client.”
I seated myself fully beneath her cervix again. The little nubs inside rubbed my cock with frantic intensity; pure satisfaction. From memory she ranked somewhere above Eun-hee and just below Hyun-ju.
“Please!!! If that leaks I won’t be able to show my face in society!”
“Don’t worry. But ‘leaks,’ you say?”
I stopped moving and let the silence stretch. Ju-ae swallowed repeatedly, nerves raw.
“…”
“That could be fun. If the client isn’t satisfied… maybe I should dump the whole set on overseas sites.”
“Th-that… You can’t!!! Please…”
Her pussy clamped down hard. No fresh flood of juices soaked the shaft this time—only tight, trembling contraction from pure tension.
Not a pervert after all… tsk.