Han Ju-ae: If This Continues...

The setting of this novel is a parallel-universe Earth. Names of people, companies, and organizations bear no relation to reality.

"Aaaah!!!! It hurts... hngh!!! This is..."

A riot of sound filled the room.

Wet, grinding noises, moans of pain, moans of pleasure — they rose and fell in turn until, with a strange, broken cry, she threw her head back and came hard.

Her pussy clenched around his cock like a snake coiling up a pillar, the little ridges inside her madly pinching and rubbing against his glans.

Sploosh—

Slick love juices slapped against the shaft, and then clear water began pouring from her urethra in wild streams.

"Ju-ae, you came all over the dildo while drooling juices? Fuck... now you're even doing siofuki?"

Sploosh—

The endless jet of water kept coming. Because he never stopped the spinning, her body convulsed as she poured out like a waterfall.

"Aaaah!!! It hurts!!! Hngh!!! This is — hahk..."

Trembling.

Convulsions wracked her. Still annoyed by what she had confessed earlier, he had not injected his semen yet.

This was only her first climax.

He rather wanted to see whether she would truly collapse from exhaustion today — through her.

Rip—

Perhaps because she had clamped down so hard in orgasm, a tearing sound rode up his cock even louder than before.

She arched her head farther back and lifted her chest high.

Shudder.

Her breasts quivered in time with her trembling body. A magnificent set of tits.

"Ah..."

The moment he paused, she dropped her upper body back onto the mattress, mouth hanging open, drool running freely.

Her clit was fully erect. He reached out and pinched it — hard.

"Aaaah!!!"

"From now on I'm going to fuck you without mercy. Let's see how many times you can come on a dildo."

At the word dildo, her pussy bit down on his cock with particular force.

He deliberately kept calling it a dildo, never revealing it was his cock, careful not to let her notice. If she had been sensitive enough she might have recognized the texture and the pulse — but right now she clearly lacked the presence of mind for that.

"Please forgive me. If you keep going I'll die..."

"Hmm... then can you shout that you're Kim Ian's slave? If you do, I'll thrust gently. It's also one of my demands."

He had thought long and hard about Han Ju-ae. Especially after keeping Kim Na-yeon as a slave and treating her like a bitch.

Of course he would treat Ju-ae thoroughly as a bitch as well. After hearing what she had spilled earlier, that decision was already locked in.

Still... he wanted to remodel her body in a more unique way.

"D-do I have to do it in front of that child...?"

"Yeah. Try it once for now. I'll coach you on what to say."

"...I... Han Ju-ae... am Kim Ian's sl... slave."

In that instant her trembling body went still.

Then Jini's voice arrived.

He thought it over carefully once more, then made his decision. For now, he would make her a slave.

It wasn't because she was pretty that he chose slave.

He simply wanted to remodel her body in a unique fashion.

"...Slave it is."

An identical model of her body appeared above the woman lying there. Since he was currently tasting her pussy, he didn't bother putting his hands inside; he simply began the settings at once.

He had already applied the pigmentation, the original pure-white pussy, and the rejuvenation talisman, so he still had a fair number of points left. He also excluded the tattoos — he had already arranged for Kang Ho to give her those later, for the sake of humiliation.

— Erogenous zone enhancement: nipples, breasts, pussy, anus, throat, lips, tongue.

He grinned, then called Jini just in case.

"Uh... is it possible to set her so she feels pleasure from being hit, at Na-yeon's level?"

"Yes. Thank you."

When an ordinary person with no perverse streak realizes she is becoming a pervert herself — how deep is that despair?

He was curious. Curious about the reaction Ju-ae would show the moment she understood she was a pervert who got off on being hit.

Flash— her body blazed with intense light, then the light vanished.

Her cunt began chewing and kneading him again.

He quickly leaned down and pressed his mouth to her open lips. She tried to snap them shut in a hurry.

But his tongue slipped into her mouth even faster.

"Mmph..."

She resisted the kiss fiercely.

There were women like that — women who offered their bodies yet refused to the very end to give up a kiss.

He licked lightly inside her mouth, then pulled away.

"Hhk... how could you kiss me...?"

"What are you so shocked about when we've already had sex? And since you faithfully carried out my demand, I'll take the blindfold off."

He peeled the blindfold away. The soaked cloth dripped steadily as he lifted it.

He flung it aside and looked at her. As expected of A-jeong's mother, she was on the pretty side.

Though the mess of tears, snot, and drool made her look rather grotesque at the moment.

Trembling, she kept her eyes shut, refusing to open them. Whatever she was so afraid of.

"All right. First I'll thrust hard once — for comparison. So you'll understand later just how big a privilege it is when I go easy on you."

Flash—

She snapped her eyes open in a rush and stared at the masked man above her in shock. Then she immediately started to shout.

"That wasn't the promi— kyaaaaah!!!!!!"

Without the slightest mercy he yanked his cock out fast and slammed it back in hard.

Squelch — thwack!!!

Her breasts bounced and swayed.

She had screamed terribly when the cock pulled free, but the moment it speared back into her she could only throw her head back, thrashing and twisting without a single scream escaping.

"Ghk... ghk..."

Trembling all over.

Her entire body shook as if seized by convulsions.

Even at a glance, the pain was enormous.

Cold sweat poured down her skin again, and the veins in her arched throat stood out in real time.

Her fists clenched tight as she thrashed, her legs jerking along with them.

Ugh... how much does that hurt...

Humiliation.

Rage made her whole body shake.

Having to shout that she was the slave of some kid named Kim Ian was already unjust enough — and on top of that she had been robbed of a kiss by a mere thug.

She had meant to hold onto her kisses until the very end.

Of course she knew how naive that thought was.

Even so, even if every hole she possessed was violated by a cock, she had wanted to protect at least the kiss — mouth against mouth.

"Compare it so you understand how big a privilege it is."

At those ominous words she had opened her eyes. She had kept them shut because some instinct warned her not to look at him — but this wasn't what they had agreed on.

Feeling cheated once again, she opened her eyes to protest.

She flinched.

The man in the black mask.

And his gaze... was far too sharp. The corners of his eyes curved as if smiling, yet the moment that look touched her, her whole body trembled.

Killing intent... if such a thing existed, wasn't this it?

"Hey... that wasn't the promi—"

The instant she started to shout that it wasn't what they had promised, he let out a snort of laughter. Mockery. Clear, open mockery that made something boil up inside her again. Rage...

But then a pain like her guts being yanked out and torn apart left her no strength left for anger. All she could do was open her mouth and scream.

"Kyaaaaah!!!!!!"

Until now he had been going easy on her.

This pain — she thought that if you lined up every agony in the world, this would rank among the strongest.

People said the burning agony of fire was the worst, yet somehow the pain she felt right now seemed to surpass even that.

It was as if a red-hot poker were rapidly stirring her insides; the pain that followed spread through her entire body, and her brain felt as though it were turning from white to pitch black.

No thought formed anymore.

Her body moved on pure reflex.

Her head was thrown back, her upper body lifted — she wanted to scream, yet even the scream would not come out.

It hurts!!! It hurts!!!

Only that single thought kept circling through her head.

She was certain now. Even if someone set her hands on fire, it still would not match this pain.

"Ghk... ghk..."

Tears streamed, snot reverse-flowed and bubbled down her face, and drool ran freely.

Heh heh... I'm going to turn into an idiot.

If she took this dozens of times, she really would become an idiot.

Then he began pulling the dildo out again.

He moved slowly. And before she knew it, pleasure was rising thickly from her pussy — yet that single strike earlier had been far too intense.

Pain... the fear of never wanting to feel that pain again made her whole body shudder, and at some point terror wrapped around her and set her trembling.

The man before her eyes was a true demon. A demon...

Squelch, grind—

You're crazy, Ju-ae. How can you feel anything at a time like this...

The intense pain had raised her pain threshold. And in that moment Ju-ae felt a strange sense of déjà vu, and terror swept through her entire body.

The premonition that if things continued like this, she would become his slave.

One-minute cut. Her husband always came with an ecstatic face, never even managing to light a fire — no, never even managing to start — and then fell away. Saying it felt good.

Perhaps that was why she had never ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠known pleasure as a woman. She only knew of it secondhand, from women's gossip and adult talk.

The pleasure creeping up little by little... she had never imagined it. That climax earlier had been the first of her life, after all.

With her eyes closed, she could feel the exact outline of the dildo.

As it went in and out, the folds of her vagina and the strange little nubs inside her womb painted its shape perfectly.

The dildo withdrew again.

Along with the sensation of her womb being dragged downward, the dildo scraped the entire length of her canal, and a tingling sensation began to bloom thickly.

"Hngh!!!! Ahhk..."

The heavy, tearing pain continued, but her threshold had risen; pleasure now registered far more intensely than pain.

And then the dildo gently thrust back in.

As it passed the middle of her vagina, a fierce wave of pleasure slammed into her head — and even with her eyes closed, something flashed bright.

At a pleasure she had never felt in her life, she opened her eyes, lifted her head, and stared at the place where they were joined.

What!!!! How... that was a cock? Impossible... kyaang!!!!

Trembling.

Her whole body lost control and shook like an aspen leaf; her head was thrown back again.

Her upper body arched as if flung, and then an enormous pleasure began to wreck her mind.

No... any more than this...

Trembling, her cunt clamped tight around his cock and rubbed against it. He kept his cock buried deep and once more began that terrifying rotation. Now she knew.

He had been toying with her using his cock — and the moment she realized it was a cock, her terror only maximized.

— Black guys are supposed to be that good at it. You know how some kids who go study abroad never come back? They get a spade tattooed on their leg and live as sex slaves. If it's a white slave they carve a rose or something on the hip...

— You know Mi-gyeong's mom hasn't been around lately? Mi-gyeong never came home, so last year she went to drag her back, tasted Black ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock once, and now mother and daughter live as slaves. Mi-gyeong's dad got divorced. Don't believe me? Tsk. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠They only tell their own circle, but go look on Pornhub.com. Mi-gyeong and her mom are both there. Both with ankle tattoos — and how wrecked they are.

Stories she had overheard in the bathhouse whenever dirty talk drifted out.

There was a lot of talk that if you met a man around eighteen centimeters, you should brace yourself. The women would giggle that home-wreckers were eighteen centimeters.

This was far beyond a home-wrecker. If she were tamed here, she feared she would volunteer to become a sex slave just like Mi-gyeong.

Wanting to masturbate, she had actually gone onto that site the bathhouse women mentioned.

Mi-gyeong's mother really was there, and she had even watched Mi-gyeong herself carefully sucking Black cock and serving, then being passed around among several Black men.

But not a single one of the Black men who had ruined that mother and daughter had a cock as big as this.

At the climax that hit her again she could not even control her body, and the motion that seemed ready to tear her pussy open with its spinning brought her to yet another, greater climax.

Shudder.

Something shot from her urethra once more.

Her vision blacked out; her pupils rolled upward, and drool poured out madly.

"Heh heh... only about an hour and ten minutes have passed... still a long way to go."

Grind, grind—

St... stop...

"Ghk... hahk..."

He rotated his hips and pressed his mouth to hers again. But her body would not obey her, and her own tongue betrayed her, wrapping around his.

To gain even more pleasure, her tongue diligently rubbed against his.

No...

Slurp... smooch.

Ecstasy was blooming from her mouth.

Because he had stopped moving his hips, the pleasure spread purely from her lips; the moment he pulled away she gasped for breath, then found herself relaxing in search of yet more pleasure.

I can't take any more. I'll be ruined.

"If you agree to me thrusting roughly this time, I'll free your arms. How about it?"

That pain rose in her memory again. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Reason told her to shake her head. Her arms could stay bound. But when he told her to endure that horrific pain once more... she grew afraid.

Yet her eyes, already unfocused, and her dazed mind could not make a proper judgment — and she nodded.

Squelch—

"Kyaaaaah!!!!"