Graduation
Kim Ji-yeon's POV
From the students' rumors, and from the outline visible through his pants, she had already known he was packing something substantial.
Even so, she had figured twenty centimeters at most. She had tasted her boyfriend's eighteen-centimeter cock a few times already — if she could handle that, she could handle this. That was the confidence she had carried.
And so she berated the fool she had been mere minutes ago, the woman who had talked a weeping Yun-hui into simply enduring this moment and getting it over with.
The instant he stepped out of the bathroom and stood at the foot of the bed, Yun-hui's cry of shock made her lift her head — and she could not believe her own eyes.
Last month she had given her virginity to her boyfriend. The pain then had been enormous, but the pleasure he gave her had been enough that, whenever the memory of it faded, she would go crawling back to him every week. The ache still lingered a little, yet those happy hours flickered past her now like a lantern show.
The moment she saw something dangling there even larger than the cock that had given her that happiness, terror seized her and she scrambled backward on her hands.
No... that thing...
The pain of being broken open.
Even eighteen centimeters had put her through hell. This one was thicker and longer than her boyfriend's — and it was not even hard yet. The head especially...
Yun-hui, who had never felt that pain, was merely stunned. But for Ji-yeon the agony was still vivid, still sharp. Knowing made it worse. She could no longer even estimate the suffering that cock would deliver, and the tears she had been holding back began to spill.
Thud.
She flailed and tried to crawl away, but her head struck the headboard, and despair rose in her throat. She lifted her arms to push him off — yet somehow her legs stayed spread, and her arms refused to obey.
"What did I tell you to say?"
You sick bastard...
"Hhk... Please... fuck my pussy."
When he first gave the order she had thought him nothing more than a pervert. Now, after the terror had swallowed her, the shame was unbearable. Spreading her cunt wide and begging her own student to shove himself into it — and into a monster like that...
At some point he seized her ankles and dragged her down the bed.
No... please...
"It'll tear. That thing... please... hhk..."
"It won't tear. If it does, I'll knock one off the remaining count. Heh."
What the hell is that...
It felt as if it would split her open. She begged him, and all she got was a sneer. When his cock stiffened fully, she wanted to black out on the spot.
A massive club that looked easily over thirty centimeters throbbed and twitched, veins standing out viciously along its length, making it even more terrifying. He seemed to find the whole scene amusing; he kept laughing that cruel little laugh as he hauled her body toward him and forced her legs wide.
And still, to the very end, she held her pussy open for him. He took hold of his cock and set the head against her entrance.
A shudder ran through her.
Terror climbed her spine. Goosebumps rose over every inch of her skin. His glans looked larger than her entire opening. The memory of her first night's pain flooded back, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Squelch.
"You can let go of yourself now."
"Aaaagh!!!!!!!!"
Something sharp was carving her open. A searing pillar of fire seemed to brand her cunt from the inside. The pain was so vast she snapped her eyes wide and stared up at him.
She tried to shove him away with her arms, but he did not budge an inch. Beyond mere fullness, she felt herself tearing in real time as his glans forced its way mercilessly into her passage.
The agony was so choking that even the first scream she had loosed was swallowed whole. She could no longer make a sound; her mouth worked uselessly, and the frustration of a cry that would not come only made it worse. Sweat poured off her. She could not endure it. She threw her head back and could only gasp and choke.
"Ghk..."
It hurts!!!!! It hurts!!!!!!!!
A silent howl — where had she read that line in some poem? The situation was different, but the phrase flashed through her mind. Then her thoughts went white. Nothing remained but the pain.
Her body shook violently, continuously. Tension locked her throat until even that ached. The arms that had been pushing him away now clutched the blanket in white-knuckled fists and trembled.
A flash.
In the instant her mind went white, she felt his glans seat itself fully inside her.
"Ghk.... ghh...."
No... pull it... pull it out...
Tears streamed from the sheer magnitude of the pain, but she had no room left to notice them. All she could do was tip her head back, stare at the wall, and shake.
Protagonist's POV
Hmm... so her pussy's small because her whole frame is small.
He had privately hoped a tight little cunt might turn out to be a Myeong-gi, but no. There was no sensation of the outer lips clamping down, no delicate flutter of the inner lips wrapping around him. Even allowing for how tense and frozen she was, there was no snug grip at all. He shelved the expectation.
Squelch.
She had her head thrown all the way back, trembling violently, every muscle locked tight with tension. Even her flat chest, lying as she was, looked no different from a boy's. A flicker of regret crossed him — maybe he should have contracted her as a slave first and remodeled her body.
Jwa Ja will have a way.
Personality mattered, sure, but her chest was triple-A and her pelvis was far too narrow. He had returned before the fifteen days were up and had not seen Jwa Ja again, but if he went back to the Three Kingdoms world and asked her, there might be a method to enlarge the pelvis and the breasts. He set the thought aside and focused on Ji-yeon in front of him.
He glanced sideways. Yun-hui was covering her mouth, shaking hard. The moment their eyes met she dropped her gaze and stared blankly at the place where he and Ji-yeon were joined.
He had wanted to wreck all three holes the way he had with Han Ju-ae, drowning them in pain for his amusement — but thinking it over, the real utility of revenge-pleasure had been greatest when he simply watched a woman suffer through her cunt. That efficiency had made him feel like a pervert himself. So for these two he decided: torment the pussy only. Turn on the pleasure for the ass and the throat, then drive into the cunt last.
Squelch.
His cock advanced, flattening the folds of her passage as it went. She could not make a sound; she only suffered. He smirked. The moment he grinned, Yun-hui lowered her head again and began to cry, her fists clenched pitifully on her kneeling thighs, trembling.
Trembling.
His glans drove forward without mercy until it reached the end of her canal. He stirred the head for a moment, probing the opening, then shoved straight in.
"Ghhk!!!!!"
Her body jerked.
As the glans forced its way into the gap beneath the cervix, Ji-yeon's body arched up off the bed and dropped again. Her torso bowed, chest lifted, and she shook with violent, continuous spasms. Cold sweat poured off her entire body. Then something warm soaked into him — she was pissing herself.
Ah... damn it, filthy...
He grabbed a corner of the blanket from beside them, wiped himself off, and laid it briefly over her pussy. The white fabric turned yellow as he watched. She shuddered once more, brought her head back to a normal angle, and stared blankly into empty air as tears cascaded down her face.
"Ghh.... hhk.... hhk.... ghh..."
When it seemed the urine had finished, he picked up the blanket and flung it aside. Looking down at his cock buried to the root, he grinned and clamped her thighs hard in his grip.
"Nngh!!! Please. It hurts. Please just stay like that... okay? Just for an hour like this.... gyaaah!!!!!!!"
A grinding tear.
A sensation of something ripping, a continuous wet tearing, transmitted itself through his glans and shaft. She threw her head back again and suffered.
Sadism.
Lately the sadism had been rising in him unbidden. He wondered if it was simply his nature, but he had dismissed the feeling because these women were targets of revenge. In this moment, watching her writhe in agony only excited him further.
When she lifted her head again, trying to compose herself enough to speak, he was smiling. She squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed without a word — sobbing while she screamed.
Grind. Tear.
"Ghhk... hhk... it hurts... it hurts..."
He looked sideways.
His eyes met Yun-hui's. She flinched and ducked her head deep.
Why should I care... a pair of bitches...
He smirked and rolled his hips. Feeling her fluids begin to coat his cock, he pushed her legs down and pinned her thighs so she could not move. Something must have registered — Ji-yeon's eyes flew wide.
He drew his hips back, watching her. She shook her head frantically, eyes wild with terror.
The sensation of her walls clinging and dragging after him.
He looked down at her for a moment, then drove his hips forward.
"Ghh.... ugh...."
"Hhk... Ji-yeon. Stay with me..."
That one's terrified her own turn is coming next...
Squelch. Thud. Slap. Wet slap!!!
The noisy rhythm filled the room. Ji-yeon, eyes rolled back, could not gather her wits; she simply rocked and jolted with every thrust. She might as well have been unconscious — only choked little sounds came from her. The only one still sobbing was Yun-hui.
From the unresponsive Ji-yeon he could no longer draw any of that sweet satisfaction, that pleasure, that revenge. He stopped snapping his hips and simply looked down at her.
A glance at the clock. Barely ten minutes since he had entered her.
I can't just switch this off... I need finer control...
Kim Ian. Ascend to Level 4. A degree of fine control will become available — beyond simple on and off.
The voice snapped him back to himself. He felt every tremor of Ji-yeon's body as she shuddered around the cock buried inside her. Her eyes were open, staring up at him full of fear. In the pause she pushed at his thighs; her legs had somehow wound around his waist, trying desperately to lock him in place and stop him from moving.
"I'm sorry... hhk... please... I can't take any more."
Could he trust a confession or a plea extracted under this kind of pain? He had heard that under brutal torture people would confess to anything. And yet looking at her broken and begging, he felt himself soften — that much was true.
"Fine. I'll give you a chance. Promise me you'll live as my Bitch forever... and I'll let you go without pain."
Let her go without pain.
How she would interpret that, he did not know — but in this moment, no other phrasing with that double meaning came to mind.
She looked up at him with brimming eyes and spoke at once.
"Yes!!! Yes!!! Your slave... your Bitch, whatever you want. I'll practice from now on and mold myself to your cock. Please just let me go for now."
"Shall I let you go without pain?"
Nod. Nod.
Her head bobbed frantically.
Pain-Pleasure Conversion: On.
Han Ju-ae had held out a little longer, but for this one, it seemed this was the limit. Weak will, small frame — or maybe simply because she was not a Myeong-gi.
Tsk... with Yun-hui I'll do insertion, Spinning twice left and twice right, then three piston thrusts for certain. Don't go soft.
A snort of laughter escaped him — at himself, for thinking such things. When he laughed, Ji-yeon let out a breath of pure relief.
Over women like these... I really was a fool.
Not that there had been much choice. Two teachers colluding to torment a student — what was a kid supposed to do? No parents, living under an uncle who barely cared about his own nephew...
"One last question. What about your boyfriend?"
"I'll break up with him!!!! I'll break up with him!!!"
He nodded.
Then he tensed his hips and yanked his cock free in one long pull. For a heartbeat she stared up at him with eyes full of betrayal — and then, in an instant, her gaze transformed.
Her pupils went slack in real time. Her mouth fell slightly open, and a voice thick with raw sensuality tore out of her in a cry of pure pleasure.
"Nngh? Hnnn haaang? Hwaaaaang!!!!"
Squelch. Thud!!!
There was no bouncing chest to speak of, but whatever pain had remained in her body seemed to flip into ecstasy; a single piston stroke drove her straight over the edge. She convulsed, trembling and seizing.
Ejaculation intensity: elevated.
Semen surged up his urethra and shot into her cunt.
Art Trait 6 confirmed from Kim Ji-yeon.
Art leveled up to Level 7.
A thick pulse.
"Hwaaang!!! This... this is!!! Ah!!!!!!"
The moment the semen hit her, her pupils snapped back into focus. As he tried to pull free, she clamped her legs around him hard, sat up, and threw her arms around him in a desperate embrace.