Han Ju-ae: Am I... a Pervert?!
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Kyaaagh… ah!!! Aagh!!! Stop, ah!!!!”
This time I decided to drive into her hard and finish her off.
Pain drowned out the pleasure, and every thrust made her throw her head back—her reactions were perfect.
A raw thrill surged through me; something that had been knotted tight in my chest finally began to loosen.
A-jeong’s face flickered through my mind, but Hyeong-cheol’s twisted expression rose first and sharper.
What kind of face would he make if I showed him the footage of his mother being broken in like this?
On the seventeenth A-jeong would come straight to my room, so only Hyeong-cheol—or his father and that bastard—would be left in this apartment.
I already knew from experience that the video would be reclaimed the moment they watched it. The thought of editing the clip, leaving it on Ju-ae’s vanity, and walking away made my cock swell violently.
Thud. Thud.
“Guh… aagh!!!”
Unlike the beginning, she was writhing in pain, yet her cunt kept spitting out slick and greedily milking me. Faint moans of pleasure kept breaking through the cries of agony.
The sweat pouring down her, the way her swollen breasts bounced with every impact—everything was satisfying.
Thud.
Bounce, bounce.
Her chest heaved wildly; her abdomen now showed clear, hard muscle.
The veins standing out on her skin.
The face contorted by pain and flushed with rising pleasure was exquisite.
Wanting to capture that expression again, I lifted the camera and shot her.
Even though she seemed to notice the camera now, she no longer reacted to it.
She was too busy thrashing under the force of my thrusts.
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
I sped up.
“Haaang!!! Gyaagh!!!! Aaaagh!!!! Th-aagh!!!”
She tried to lift her head to say something, then immediately fell back again. Her clenched fists trembled violently.
“Heh… filthy slut. You say it hurts, yet your cunt’s chewing on my cock like it loves it?”
Thud. Thud.
Her body showed the first signs of climax, so I slammed in even harder.
“Guh… gyaagh!!! Kuh… n-no… no… aagh!!!!!!!”
A roar tore from her thrown-back throat. An enormous scream shook the room.
Veins stood out starkly on her neck; her face was a mess of sweat and fluids.
She arched again, supporting herself only on the crown of her head, and convulsed.
Clear water shot from her urethra once more. I wondered where all that moisture kept welling up like an endless spring, yet the liquid kept slapping against my belly…
“Guh…… hang!!!!!!!”
The moment I stopped moving, all the pleasure that pain had been holding down seemed to crash over her at once. She let out another huge cry of ecstasy.
Spinning.
I rotated my hips gently right there.
Her trembling grew even more violent.
Tremble-tremble-tremble-tremble.
Her defined abs stood out as if furious.
“Guh… hang!!! N-no… don’t….”
An ominous feeling hit me; I tried to pull out in a hurry, but I was too late.
Something warm struck my stomach dead-on. The instant I saw the golden color I yanked my cock free.
“Gyaaang!!!!”
Even bound, she arched and began spraying a golden stream.
Sssshhhhh!!!!
“…Damn it… you dare piss?”
Ju-ae gave no reaction.
I couldn’t exactly pick a fight with a woman who looked half-fainted while still pissing herself.
I went into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom and quickly rinsed off.
Then the adjoining room.
The layout was almost identical to Hyeon-ju’s place—small room and large room linked by the bathroom.
So this is Hyeong-cheol’s room.
Anime posters covered every wall.
A danso and a recorder were visible; I picked up the bamboo danso and returned to the master bedroom.
“Haa… haa…”
She was still trembling, breathing hard, the aftershocks of climax lingering.
I hurried over. At the sound of my footsteps she opened her eyes, saw what was in my hand, and her pupils shook.
“Th-that… why…?”
“You need punishment. For pissing.”
“Y-you made me do i— uh…”
Both calves and thighs bound, ankles and wrists locked together—she couldn’t resist.
Not even when I lifted her and flipped her over.
I adjusted her legs so her ass rose high. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes trembling, trying a timid little resistance.
“Y-you said you’d untie my hands…”
“After ten strokes first.”
“Please…”
“I’m not even going to make you count. And this is also to find out whether you’re a pervert or not. You were going to get hit once anyway… if I want to know if you’re a masochist… heh…”
Her cunt and asshole, filthy with every kind of fluid, were on full display.
Especially her pussy—still gaping, slowly trying to close, twitching and winking at the same time.
“I… I’m not a pervert.”
“We’ll know once I hit you. If you squirt, you’re a pervert… if not, you’re normal…”
Her insistence that she wasn’t a pervert sent a delicious thrill through me.
She had no idea her body had already been remodeled to feel ecstasy from pain.
I pressed down on her waist with my left hand and gripped the end of the danso.
She trembled, then squeezed her eyes shut.
The special constitution that derives pleasure from being struck has already been applied.
Heh…
I put just enough force into my hand and brought the danso down.
Whoosh—crack…
“Kyaa-hnnng!!!!! It hurts!!!!!”
Her whole body thrashed. A bright red line bloomed across her skin.
And her cunt twitched open and spat out a gush of slick.
Splat.
“Your pussy doesn’t seem to agree?”
Squelch.
She twisted around to stare at me in pure horror.
A moan of pleasure had clearly followed the scream, and she could feel the slick pouring out of her in real time.
It was already running down her thighs.
I lifted my fingers so she could see; she squeezed her eyes shut tight.
“Looks like the masochist diagnosis is correct?”
I struck the exact center of her ass again with the danso.
Whoosh—crack…
“Kyaa!!! Haaang!!!! Hic… no, no!!!!”
She shook her head violently, eyes reddening, rejecting her own body’s reaction with everything she had.
Heh.
Through her open mouth she watched my smile in real time.
Her gaze was going blank.
Her mind’s breaking… heh.
Crack.
Even under the continuing blows she kept gushing slick and crying out in ecstasy.
With every strike her eyes grew duller, and on the tenth she finally sprayed more fluid than she had at climax and shook like a leaf.
“Hahahaha!!! Still going to claim you’re not a pervert?”
“Hic… no… no… no… I’m not…”
Her words grew fewer and fewer; even she could no longer deny what she was.
In this very moment she was collapsing completely.
I tossed the danso aside, admired the swelling red lines, then gripped my cock and stood it up again.
Even when I pressed the head against her asshole she only stared blankly, repeating “no” over and over, showing no other reaction.
She’s gone… well, with mental protection and soul purification available, whatever… heh.
“Aagh!!!!!!!”
The dazed woman twisted back to look at me, face crumpling in pain.
In contrast her asshole only twitched. The place my glans touched slowly opened, then finally accepted my cock.
Ssslip.
I watched her asshole stretch as if it would tear, then began pushing in.
Strong resistance; I forced my way past the muscles trying to push me back out.
“It hurts… it hurts… hic… why me!!!!”
Her real-time screams were still there, though weaker than when I’d first breached the sphincter.
Before long I reached her colon, slid deeper with a wet sound, and my hips met her ass.
“Time to keep my promise and untie you…”
I reached down and unlocked the cuffs on her wrists.
Her arms simply flopped, limp; she made no attempt to move them and only kept sobbing.
I picked up the remote and stopped the recording.
This much is enough… more than enough to provoke that bastard Hyeong-cheol.
From here on my face would appear, so I had to shut it off.
Jini would edit it for me anyway, but a photo of his mother impaled on my cock making a V-sign should be plenty for Hyeong-cheol.
I had no intention of ever showing A-jeong’s body to anyone else, yet the circumstances would make it obvious she was mine as well… the sense of loss at having both sister and mother stolen from him would be considerable.
“Hic… why… me…”
“Heh. Because you committed a sin.”
“No… I’m not…”
“All right. I’ll free either your legs or my mask—your choice—once you climax from your ass. Which do you want?”
At the word “mask” she locked murderous eyes on me, scanning my face.
As if every bit of her ruin was my fault, she even radiated killing intent.
“The mask!!!!”
“Okay. Your asshole seems less painful, so I’ll go fast. The sphincter is already open, so it’ll hurt less than your cunt.”
She kept staring at me as if none of that mattered.
Cute enough. I gripped her pelvis, pulled my hips back, and immediately began a rapid piston.
Hipbone met ass; her buttocks rippled outward in waves.
Slap. Slap. Squelch. Thud.
“Aagh!!! Ah-hak!!!! Aagh!!!! Ah-huk!!!!”
The woman who had been glaring twisted into a strange expression; before long her eyes were glazing over again.
Mouth hanging open… every thrust into her ass drew screams thick with moans.
The body remodeling hasn’t even fully applied yet? Ah!!! So this place was already a strong erogenous zone… damn… heh.
Her cunt had taken a long time to produce this kind of reaction. Her asshole, though still contorted with pain, was clearly feeling it.
And I had strengthened that erogenous zone even further—so she was going to become an anal slave, wasn’t she?
A filthy anal slave who gets wet from being hit and melts when you ream her ass.
A-jeong’s going to be shocked when she sees this…
I would probably introduce Ju-ae to A-jeong after our first night together.
How would A-jeong react to seeing her mother like this? I hesitated for a moment, worried it might hurt her. Maybe I should wait a little longer to reveal it.
— Han Ju-ae’s Perspective —
The pain earlier had been so intense that when he entered my ass it felt unexpectedly bearable at first.
Of course it still hurt.
I could feel my asshole stretching as if it would tear, and every time his cock moved, strange sensations radiated from the entrance through my entire body.
A bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure coexisting.
My body didn’t know which rhythm to follow and kept faltering.
His mask in my hand…
The vow I’d made only minutes ago—to confirm his bare face and take revenge—had already vanished.
I kept disappointing myself, feeling myself break down further and further.
I had just learned that being hit made me feel good, and even without him saying it I already knew my ass was a stronger erogenous zone than my cunt.
Because after the sharp pain ended, the pleasure only kept growing stronger.
The sensation of needing to defecate, the dizzying pain, and the continuous tearing stretch all stabbed through my brain at once.
Squelch. Thud. Thud.
I couldn’t feel any heat, yet the places he had struck kept stinging more every time his hipbone slapped against them.
“Haagh!!! Hak!!! No… no… hic aagh!!! No…”
Tears spilled again; my voice was already cracking.
A vicious thirst covered my whole body; my vision blurred. Eyes vacant and unfocused, I didn’t even have the strength to turn my head—I just stared at him and screamed.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My bouncing breasts annoyed me. My arms hung limp, not even trying to move; nothing today was going the way I wanted.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“What’s ‘no’? That you’re a pervert? Or that you’re an anal pervert?”
He noticed. That I feel more from my ass…
I was ashamed. Shame, rage—a tangle of emotions kept tormenting me.
Heh.
Only his eyes and mouth were visible, but the sneer was unmistakable.
“You’ve never made me come even once. Tch… useless bitch.”
Thump.
It hurt. I couldn’t understand how the words “useless bitch” could stab my heart so sharply.
The moment he said it, my whole body started trembling again.
Tremble-tremble…
How many climaxes was this today…
A climax stronger than anything my cunt had given me was crashing over me. Goosebumps raced up my spine, past my neck, and flooded my brain.
In that instant my vision blacked out.
My eyes rolled up beyond my control; my breasts were so erect they ached, and my body shook violently.
Climax.
A vicious climax.
Was this a hyper-orgasm? The thing middle-aged women used to laugh about…
Sssshhhh…
A stream shot from my urethra all the way near my head.
Thoughts turned pure white.
And I learned that pleasure itself could hurt.
It was vicious.
It felt good, yet it hurt.
Tremble-tremble-tremble.
“Guh…… uh….”
Pop.
A strange sound escaped, and his cock slipped free.
The thought that I had failed to take his semen again bloomed inside my blank white mind, and disappointment in myself flooded in. I was going insane. I was.