Beautiful World — I'll Be Subjugated...

The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.

[Ahn Jeongeun's POV]

"Kiss me!!"

His terrifying voice, almost a snarl, punched through my ears again. I wanted to refuse the kiss, at least.

Sex was okay. Kissing was a no.

It was a whore's mindset, maybe, but a kiss had always been something I held back—something with a little fantasy left in it, something I treasured.

But my body, drowning in terror, lifted its head against my will. I closed my eyes and parted my lips.

Something soft touched them at once. His mouth.

Misery. Absolute desolation.

I could feel, raw and complete, every emotion ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the heroine was supposed to feel.

Even through the pain I had been sketching, over and over, how to push that misery and desolation to their absolute peak—and right then, in that moment, I vowed I would put this scene in: him threatening her, forcing the kiss.

His tongue… what the hell…

He had stopped moving. The pain still rolled through me in waves, but it was bearable now.

The instant his tongue shoved brutally into my mouth, though, I realized my slender tongue had no hope of resisting him.

That tongue—too strong, too long—casually ignored my attempt to push it back, invaded deeper, and began licking from the very back of my palate.

Ah!!!

A sudden surge.

In that instant I could feel, with terrifying clarity, the movements of my own pussy that I had almost forgotten.

My filthy, shameless cunt.

Every dense fold inside my vagina was distinct; even under that monstrous pain it was coiling around his cock and squeezing it hard.

How else could I feel every ridge of his shaft so clearly with my pussy alone?

And then the most shocking moment of all.

When it felt as if he were violating my womb itself, I had felt every single little bump inside me.

Right now those same bumps were rubbing frantically against his glans again—and pleasure was rising from each one of them in answer.

Inside my mouth.

The dizzying sensation of his tongue toying with the roof of my mouth.

Then my cheek, under my tongue, my lips—then the other cheek.

His tongue traced circles, licking every surface of my mouth, and that dizzy, strange feeling was already turning into pleasure.

So this was what a kiss was.

No…

My arms ignored my will and looped around his neck. The moment he released me, my feet—which had been planted on the bed—left the mattress and wrapped themselves around his waist of their own accord.

The sheer lewdness of my body's reaction went past desolation into pure despair—and even that negative emotion was being washed away by the pleasure welling up from my pussy and my mouth.

You'll be subjugated. Hohoho. I'll watch and see.

Just as Hyun-jin unnie had boasted, my body was collapsing far too quickly.

Before I knew it the tongue that had been resisting was coyly rubbing itself against the merciless tongue that had conquered my mouth, nuzzling it like a pet seeking affection.

Chup-chup… churup… juuup!!

I wanted to keep going. If a kiss was like this…

That thought filled my head just as the kiss that had felt eternal finally ended.

A flicker of regret rose—and I forced myself to snap back to reality and change the subject.

"Haa… haa… It's too fast. The way I'm heating up. If it goes like this the scene where the heroine breaks will be way too short."

"That's because the director has a Myeong-gi. You can feel those little bumps rubbing on their own right now, and all those vaginal folds, can't you? That's why."

Heat flooded my face.

I was already painfully, lewdly aware of my own body. Hearing him point it out made my cheeks burn.

Plip.

A drop of saliva fell from his lips and my mind cleared with a jolt.

At this rate the sex is pointless. I understand it to a degree, but… a Myeong-gi? As long as I have this, describing the psychology of someone thrashing in pain and transforming… is going to be hard…

I closed my eyes for a moment.

Ian stroked my cheek.

Such a small thing, yet emotion welled up.

I had to admit it now. I was being subjugated by him…

Da-hyeon… I have to observe Da-hyeon changing.

Even now the pleasure blooming from my pussy was meeting the pleasure of the kiss and amplifying.

At this rate, thirty minutes would be enough for the pleasure to cancel out the pain and then some.

So even though no decent person should do it… I decided to sacrifice Da-hyeon to raise the film's quality.

So this is why Mom clung to Dad…

The moment the thought of Da-hyeon ended, my mother in the psychiatric hospital floated up unbidden.

My obsession with massive cocks and the women bound to them had also been an attempt to understand even a little of my mother's psychology.

The father who used to beat Mom and me like that.

A drunk who never worked, who lived off the money Mom earned—he had died of liver cancer last year.

The shocking part was that Mom had wailed as if the world were ending, fainted, and after the funeral even attempted suicide.

She had no choice but to see a psychiatrist, and her condition was serious enough that they recommended hospitalization.

Mom. I understand now. I understand how you felt.

Back then I couldn't understand the mother who sobbed with such relief, and I had even despised the mother who tried to kill herself.

But now, with this massive cock buried inside me, I was beginning to understand her a little.

If it's this man… he might even be able to save Mom…

But I couldn't bring myself to ask him to embrace a woman in her late forties. The women at his side were far too beautiful.

When I was first introduced to Jeong Hye-yun I had been genuinely stunned. How could a woman that beautiful exist in this world? And Hye-rim and Hyun-jin were no less gorgeous.

I still didn't feel close enough to him to ask him to take in a broken, aging woman.

While he gently stroked me I kept my eyes closed, sorting my thoughts—scenario, Mom, Da-hyeon.

Just as I expected, thirty minutes was more than enough time for my body to heat up. The endless rubbing, the way my vagina chased pleasure on its own, had turned me into something in heat.

Even now I was letting out soft moans now and then.

"Hnnngh!!!"

I watched her closed eyes, the pupils darting busily behind the lids as if she had far too much to think about, and gently caressed her cheek.

I stroked her hair, touched her cheek, toyed with her ear, kneaded her breasts.

And a Myeong-gi really was something else—just having it wrapped around me was already ridiculous pleasure. Her insides kept busily chewing on me.

At some point she started letting out little moans, and Jeong-eun's body was growing hot.

"Haaang!!!"

"Jeong-eun. Thirty minutes are up. Want me to fuck you properly?"

"…"

A nod.

Not Ahn Jeongeun the director—whore Jeong-eun nodded her head.

Pain probably meant nothing to her anymore. But moving would be different. The moment I tried to pull my hips back, her vagina welcomed it by loosening its grip.

My glans retreated, spreading her vaginal folds wide, then caught at the entrance.

"Ah!!!"

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes… it hurts. But not… that badly…"

Her face flushed crimson again.

I wondered how that intellectual face could look so lewd. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused; sweet, heated breath spilled obscenely from her lips.

"I'm going to shove it in without mercy now."

"Th…"

A nod.

If she were still Jeong-eun she should have refused here, twisted her body, resisted somehow—but Director Ahn Jeongeun seemed to have given up on acting and simply took an ambiguous position.

I wanted to drive her to climax as soon as possible, inject my semen, and level up my Vigor. I also wanted the fine pain-sensitivity adjustment as soon as I could get it.

Sliiiick—thud!!!

I seized the legs she had wrapped around me and slammed my hips down. Fast and hard.

Her mouth fell open, her head snapped back, and she made choking, gagging sounds. Enormous pain must have hit her—yet her breasts heaved high and bounced, and her pussy was biting down on me like mad.

Trembling.

Her sweat-soaked hair flew with the impact; when I pulled my cock out again the Myeong-gi loosened its grip and helpfully let me slide free.

"Delicious. My little whore Jeong-eun…"

"Ghk… ah!!! Aang!!!"

As my cock scraped out of her vagina I found the swollen G-spot and rubbed back and forth against it for a moment. A scream of pleasure burst ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out.

I grinned and shoved back in.

Thud!!!

The glans slammed straight into the mouth of her womb and the little bumps started rubbing again.

From then on the decibels of her cries steadily climbed.

Thud-thud-thud-thud

"Ghk… aang!!! Ghk… aaahk!!! Haaang!!!"

She endured the piston thrusts.

Even while suffering under that enormous pain, the moment I carefully worked her spots her expression went hazy and she screamed in pleasure.

The legs clamped around my waist grew stronger; she seemed to be getting used to the pain, her face growing more and more lewd.

Squelch, thud-thud

"Hwaang… ah… ahhk… ah!!!"

A Myeong-gi.

It reacted almost like AI.

I never imagined a pussy like this existed. When it clamped down hard it stimulated me more fiercely than any woman I had ever had; even when it loosened the grip it never forgot to keep rubbing and stimulating.

After dozens of thrusts, her insides began to tremble harder, the vibrations growing violent, the contractions of her grip growing stronger—exactly like the motions meant to wring out semen.

Her face flushed deep red; her pupils were completely unfocused.

Climax…

"Hhhk… this… this… I can't go back… haaaang!!!!"

Psssh.

At the moment of climax my glans brushed her G-spot.

That must have been why a thick white stream shot fiercely from her urethra. Just as a man with strong Vigor has a strong stream of piss, a powerful jet of fluid slapped against my belly.

A clear stream.

Watching her tremble and drip, I pushed my own climax higher.

Slap-slap.

My balls churned, frantically producing sperm, smacking against her perineum; I felt my urethra swell, then the start of ejaculation.

Psssh

"Ghk… haaa!!!"

Open blessing window.

I called up the Vigor section of the blessing window.

Most of the numbers had risen a little higher. The most important part, of course, was that I could now turn effects on and off and fine-tune some ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of their values.

Crazy… so only Kang-ho got the free ride.

If Kang-ho happened to be in the middle of sex right now he was probably panicking; I was a little curious what his face looked like.

I smirked and focused on the ejaculation while setting the pain-to-pleasure conversion to about 20 %.

This way I should be able to train the actress playing the heroine in a short time, right?

"Hnnngh!!! I'm not this lewd…"

"I know."

"It's weird. The second your semen touched me, strength surged up and the pleasure got even stronger. Hwaa… nngh!!!"

I chuckled.

Cute reaction.

She lifted her head as if she couldn't believe the state of her own body and stared at the place where we were joined; I lowered my face to hers.

"Ahn Jeongeun. How do you feel right now?"

"Good. Only… I'm worried that I only got half the reference material I needed…"

"Well… we can think about that slowly. But I can't bring you into my harem for the time being. If Hye-yun, Hye-rim, Hyun-jin, and I are all under your direction, there'll be favoritism scandals."

"That's my line. I still don't want to get married or anything. Just… do this for me every now and then."

I nodded.

When I kissed her she wrapped her arms around my neck again.

Everything felt like it was falling perfectly into place.