Han Ju-ae: You... Could It Be You?!
Ass thrust high in the air.
Her face was buried against the floor, arms left free yet trembling near her ankles. Her gaped anus fluttered open and shut, the red inner flesh pulsing as it oozed intestinal fluid, while clear streams of liquid dribbled endlessly from her pussy and urethra.
A thoroughly lewd spectacle.
In that moment she was more obscene than any porn star or whore.
I stood, stepped out briefly, and downed roughly a full bottle of water. Then I grabbed another, carried it back in, set it beside the bed, and looked down at her.
She’s completely gone.
I was watching in real time what happened when I withheld my semen. Her pupils would occasionally drop, completely unfocused, while her body kept shuddering.
I smirked and forced the trembling woman onto her back. With her bound legs still raised she continued the fountain show.
Splash… splash…
The jets of liquid shot twice in time with the fluttering of her anus before quieting.
“Haa… haa… please… I’m at my limit…”
“What are you talking about? Now it’s time for your throat to get a taste.”
Her hazy pupils found me. Without even the strength left to resist, she simply stared blankly, eyes trembling.
I took my cock in hand, approached, and pushed it between her lips. Even knowing what it was, the gasping woman offered no resistance. The glans touched her mouth and I began supplying her with moisture.
Whoosh—urine sprayed out hard. Lacking any energy to identify it, she simply registered liquid and from that instant seized the cock, greedily gulping the piss down.
Gulp, gulp.
Craving urine like a mad bitch. When it ran short she squeezed the shaft, and that touch alone made the cock spring fully erect.
“Tsk… you’re completely broken, aren’t you? Drinking piss like it’s delicious.”
“Piss…? How could that…”
Focus refused to return to her dazed eyes. She simply denied reality, turning her head aside to reject the cock.
I seized her torso and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
She came without resistance. After tipping her head back over the mattress edge I stepped down and looked at her from above. Then I grabbed the mask, tore it off, and tossed it aside.
Hmm… broken this far already?
Couldn’t even last two hours? I decided she needed a fresh dose of malice planted in her.
“I kept my promise. If you don’t look at my face right now, you won’t get another chance for a while.”
“Th… ugh…”
Veins stood out on her neck. The moment her head lifted and her eyes met mine, her pupils shook violently.
She had recognized me—Kim Ian.
She thrashed, wringing out the last of her strength in a bid to escape, but with her legs bound the effort was meaningless.
“You… how is your voice…”
“Ah! Heh… changing a voice is easy. Like this… how’s that? Sound like me again?”
The return to my real voice made her struggle harder.
“Sob… you… how will you ever face A-jeong…”
“Well… once A-jeong is trained to this cock, she might even agree if I suggest a mother-daughter double. Of course I’ll treat A-jeong like a gentleman. I’ll let you experience it later too—only without the pain, pure pleasure. Because A-jeong is going to be my lovely wife. Unlike you.”
The terror in her eyes made me smirk. I gripped her face. When she refused to open her mouth I crushed her cheeks hard until her jaws parted, then shoved my cock straight in with my right hand.
Her small mouth stretched as if it would tear, yet her lips still yielded elastically and accepted the shaft.
Sook…
“Ump!!!!”
She flailed. Pain like her lips splitting must have hit; fresh sweat poured from her body as she twisted wildly. I couldn’t see her expression, but the agony was plain in every thrash of her limbs. Watching her tremble helplessly only made me smirk wider.
The glans brushed her uvula, then slid into her throat. Her neck thickened around it; the shape of the head showed clearly through the skin.
Guk.
Kruk.
Slap, slap.
Ju-ae shook violently and beat at me with her fists. I ignored her and drove the cock all the way home.
Ump-ump, kruk.
Tendons and veins stood out on her massively swollen throat. I lowered both hands, seized her face, and slowly withdrew. The outline of the glans moved in real time beneath the skin.
“I’ll do this properly now. The moment you climax, I’ll untie your legs.”
Ump!!!
She twisted as though she had sensed something. Her arms kept trying to shove at her bound legs, but it was useless. I gave another smirk and began thrusting hard and fast. The cock pattern snaked through her throat like a living thing. The pain must have been enormous; Ju-ae shuddered in rapid spasms.
Thwack.
My balls smacked her nose and her body arched like a bow.
Gup!!! Thud-thud!!!!
Krup, thwack, sook, thwack.
Balls battered her nose while her breasts bounced madly. Pleasure had not yet taken hold; no love juice burst from her pussy.
“It ends when you cum.”
Han Ju-ae’s Point of View
Every torment I had endured until now sat one or two levels below this. I had believed that earlier agony was the strongest I would ever feel in my life—something I would never experience again—yet it could not compare to the pain of that enormous cock punching through my throat.
I had been careless, certain a glans that size could never fit into my mouth. The pain began the instant it touched my lips: jaw joints feeling as though they would dislocate and tear open. Then the sensation of the head forcing past my uvula and spreading my esophagus wide made me shudder until thought itself vanished.
Can’t breathe…
At the far edge of the pain the realization struck that I was not breathing. Instantly a crushing asphyxiation and pure terror swallowed me. Minutes—no, hours—without air. Fear and dread layered themselves over the Ian in front of me.
I struck and shoved with every scrap of strength I had left, yet he remained immovable, handling me like a toy. The rapid back-and-forth of the glans, the balls slamming my nose—I remembered the onaholes I had once seen in an adult shop. The thought that I was nothing more and nothing less than an onahole to him filled me with misery.
Gup!!!!
Fresh, intense pain crashed over me. He increased both speed and force, driving in and out; the forced opening of my esophagus refused to become familiar. My brain went white under the agony until I could form no thoughts at all, only the endless, futile motion of pushing at his thighs.
I had no idea how long it lasted. Somewhere past what felt like a hundred thrusts—still conscious through the nightmare—my skin suddenly cooled and the choking pain vanished. Reason returned enough for a new fear: he truly terrified me now. This was beyond anything a human should be able to do. How could he make another person breathe through their skin?
A-jeong!! Mom is so sorry…
A-jeong’s face rose in my mind. I never wanted her to suffer this. I never wanted her treated roughly like an onahole. Because I had felt only malice from him, never a scrap of affection, the sadness that flooded me now was almost unbearable.
Tears spilled again as I pushed at his legs.
Thwack-thwack.
Huh?
Cruelly, a strange sensation began blooming deep in my throat. I was being raped—my throat being used—and yet pleasure was rising.
I’m going insane.
The day’s events flashed past like a revolving lantern. At some point the memories of pain simply vanished; only the pleasure and sensation he had given me remained, vivid and overwhelming.
Whoosh—
Something shot from my urethra. From that instant the pain vanished cleanly, leaving only pleasure.
“Heh… since all three holes are open, I’ll give you a reward. Women like A-jeong only ever get this kind of pleasure. I’ll reverse-pierce all three holes with this again, so endure it. After that I’ll follow your choice—if you say leave, I’ll leave; if you say fuck me, I’ll fuck you… heh.”
His words reached me, and then the pain disappeared completely. Enormous pleasure slammed into my brain. I thought the accumulated sensation was finally crashing down; my mind burned white again as I writhed in pure ecstasy.
Pain and pleasure ended the same way: thought gone, body twisting.
Thwack, sook, thwack.
Gulp, push, whoosh…
He seized my throat with one hand and squeezed a breast with the other. Reason flickered back for a moment. Somehow no pain registered; even my breast bloomed with fierce pleasure.
No. I’m scared… I can’t go back.
A different terror covered me—the knowledge that after tasting this overwhelming pleasure I could never return to the past. Of course he had been confident enough to let me choose.
Little by little the part of me that still resisted shrank, while the part addicted to his pleasure grew. I felt my consciousness being eaten away. Even though the thrusts remained fast and brutal, no pain arrived at all; only pleasure flooded every inch of my body and occupied my brain.
A-jeong. Hyeong-cheol… Mom… I don’t think I can go back.
That was my last coherent thought. Convinced I could not overcome this pleasure, I surrendered my body to his movements.
Then something fragrant shot upward. Hot fluid followed as the glans withdrew, flooding my esophagus and mouth. An addictive fruit scent and sweetness. I clutched his cock so it could not leave and could only stroke it.
Pulse.
A fierce throbbing climbed the urethra and reached my lips.
“Ah… not quite enough for a level-up? Well, with A-jeong it’ll be certain…”
Level-up…? I don’t know what that…
He mentioned A-jeong. After the strange word “level-up” came her name, and envy and jealousy rose for the girl who would receive only pleasure without pain. She no longer felt like my daughter but a rival who would compete for his love. In that instant I understood how thoroughly I had fallen.
“Heh… Ju-ae. How about it—shall I leave?”
I shook my head hard, still swallowing everything that spurted from him.
He stopped the rough squeezing, caressed my breast gently, flicked my clit once, then stroked my cheek with soft fingers.
Comfort. Submission.
Suck, suck.
Ah…!
Even his gentle touch drew a gasp of wonder. Tears of a different kind spilled. When he finally pulled free, a sigh of pure regret left my own lips. Lung breathing restarted and a raw scream tore out of me.
Pop.
Something thick trickled down my face.
“Ah!!! Hup—ha!!!! Cough—haak! Haak!!!”
I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. A presence made me open them again; he was squatting, looking down at me. From my upward view his lips hung just above. Like a scene from a Spider-Man movie I reached for him and parted my mouth.
He smirked.
“Suck…”
Then he stretched out an arm and freed my legs. Joy flooded me and I sucked him even more fiercely.
An eternity seemed to pass before his mouth left mine. Terrified he would leave, I crawled to the center of the bed, spread my legs, and opened my pussy with both hands.
“Please put it in.”
Even if he gave me pain again it no longer mattered—so long as that final pleasure, and the pleasure rising from my pussy, continued.
He turned, picked up the water bottle, drank, then looked at me again and tossed the smaller bottle into my hands.
Thirst.
The forgotten thirst crashed back. I cracked the bottle and drank like a madwoman. Coolness spread from my stomach through my whole body. The thought that I must look filthy—sweat and fluids everywhere—made me flush with shame. He had seen every broken inch of me.
I emptied the bottle, snatched up the blanket, and scrubbed myself frantically.
“Hahaha. Yeah. Don’t bother with that—go to the bathroom, shower, brush your teeth, then come back and open that pussy again. Oh, and when you leave the bathroom, come out naked. Don’t cover yourself. I get angry when a woman hides her bare body in front of me.”
“Th… yes.”
Heat flooded my skin. I wrapped the blanket around myself and ran for the bathroom. Somehow the stamina that had been completely drained had returned; I marveled at it as the cold water hit me.
When I finished I hesitated for a second, then dropped the towel and walked naked back into the bedroom.
He was on the phone.
“Yeah. I’ll fuck you, so come to the address I gave earlier. Bring Ppomi and Pposuni. I already made your little sister, so you can watch too.”
Another woman? Little sister? He means me, right?
“Hurry up and open that pussy.”
He closed the phone without looking back and barked the order. My body moved faster; I scrambled onto the bed, lay down facing him, spread my legs, and opened my pussy with both hands.
In that moment shame did not exist. I only resented how my pussy fluttered in anticipation of the pleasure he would give.
“You’re Happy now. Your name is Happy. What do you say?”
“Happy. You said my name is Happy.”
Only a few hours earlier I had treated this man like an insect; now honorifics left my mouth automatically, and even being called like a dog no longer sparked anger.
“Yeah. Your big sisters are coming. Familiar faces. Heh…”
He sneered as he approached. The cock he was massaging swelled again to that grotesque size.
Gulp.
My gaze locked on the huge glans. He stopped right in front of me.
“Hmm… do it yourself. I’m going to rest a bit.”
With that he flopped onto the bed. I scrambled to him at once, climbed onto his stomach, reached back, and took hold of his cock. The powerful pulse made my hand tremble.
Drunk on expectation and excitement I raised the shaft and aligned my pussy myself. It fluttered wildly, love juice already dripping; I felt the slickness on the hand holding him.
As that enormous glans began to enter, my mouth fell open and my head tipped back. Unimaginable pleasure exploded from my pussy, raced up my spine, flooded my entire body, and slammed into my brain.
“This!!! Hwaang!!!! Huek!!!!”