The Funeral Home Encounter
"Shit, girl. You... you're in the middle of being raped right now. Don't you forget it. If you like this, things will get weird."
"Still... Haaang... Oppa... Hiiiing..."
Her voice was choked, barely able to escape her throat.
Yeonwoo felt her reaction and was putting into practice the teachings of the professional massage therapist called 'Strawberry'.
Only two lessons had been completed, but he wanted to make the most of what he'd learned.
Not just speed and strength, but the subtle touch and patience that awaken a woman's body.
Seonyeong's intense and conflicted reactions were proof that his lessons were working.
A faint smile curved Yeonwoo's lips as he slid his fingers deep into her pussy and began moving with even more precision.
[Emotion Value: 80.. 81]
'I was expecting 80. More than that... in a situation like today's fake-rape... I'd have hit 85 without Strawberry's help. Anything past that... depends on the skill I learned from her. Whether that skill actually works... that's the moment I'll find out.'
He pushed the emotion value to 82 with nothing but finger teasing.
Now, after a few more precise thrusts and hip rolls, she would come.
But it couldn't end there.
Continuous pleasure,
Yeonwoo's massive cock,
His ejaculation skill,
And...
The massage technique he was learning from Strawberry recently...
The goal for today was to push her Emotion Value past 90.
He slowly withdrew his fingers.
Then he grabbed his cock and positioned the head at her entrance.
[Entering it is also a technique. It's not just about slamming it in... make her suck you in. Let her sink in on her own, like sinking into quicksand...]
Yeonwoo pushed in slowly, with patience.
One inch at a time.
He felt her vaginal walls squeezing and pulling at him in resistance and suction.
Seonyeong held her breath, feeling every movement.
"Hueueung... Oppa... I'm... dying..."
Her voice was completely lost in confusion.
She had expected a rough assault, but this delicate insertion made her senses far more sensitive.
Yeonwoo buried himself to the hilt and stayed still for a moment.
His cock was buried completely, filling her to the deepest part.
"Oppa... pull out!!! We can't do this!!! Please..."
She snapped back into rape-play victim mode.
But her pussy was still dripping with pleasure.
After swallowing every inch, it began pulsing steadily, gently squeezing his entire cock.
[It's not just about thrusting it in. Draw a circle. A small circle. Gently stroking her inner vaginal walls with Op-pa's cock...]
Yeonwoo began moving his hips.
Not straight in and out, but drawing small, curved circles with his pelvis.
His cock slid and rubbed her vaginal walls at every angle with smooth, constant pressure.
"Oppa... ah...! W-what is this...? Haaak... I'm crazy... Oppa keep... Haaang! Haaang!"
Seonyeong moaned again, lost in ecstasy.
She seemed to have forgotten her role as a raped woman.
Her body reacted to an entirely new kind of stimulation.
[Adjust the speed. Slow down when she holds her breath, speed up just a little when she exhales. Match Op-pa's rhythm to her breathing.]
Yeonwoo whispered Strawberry's every word while pressing his body against her back and listening to her breathing.
When she held her breath to endure, he slowed further. When she gasped and her body relaxed, he pushed harder, making the circles larger and stronger.
[Emotion Value: 82.. 84.. 86]
"Oppa!!! I... I feel it. Haaak!!! Oppa!!!"
Another orgasm.
Her pussy suddenly contracted violently, clamping down on his cock with crushing force.
If he hadn't focused, Yeonwoo would have come himself from the overwhelming pleasure.
'No, not yet. This isn't over.'
He endured the intense stimulation and kept moving his hips.
[Now use everything. Hands, mouth, tongue, and... sweet words. Whisper them into her ear. How special she is, how beautiful her body is.]
"Yeonyeong-ah. Your pussy... is really delicious. Your ass... is too juicy... I think I'm gonna go crazy."
"Oppa... really? It's really?"
"Too... pretty... I want to fuck you like this all day. Your pussy is sucking me in."
Yeonwoo gripped her ass hard with one hand.
He simplified the stimulation points his cock was hitting.
He kept applying strong, repeated pressure to the single spot she reacted to most sensitively.
His other hand slid between her thighs, finding the soaked clit.
[Not too hard, just like vibrating. Fast and light. Like a bee's wings...]
His fingers began vibrating her tiny, hardened clit rapidly and lightly.
"Aaaah!! Oppa!!! No!! There... that's... too!! What am I supposed to do... I feel too good."
"You... are really being raped?"
"I don't know. What am I supposed to do when it's too good."
Seonyeong's scream tore from her throat.
Her body suddenly arched like a bow and clamped down with crushing force.
[Emotion Value: 88.. 89.]
Yeonwoo pulled her up and pressed her back against his chest.
One hand covered her full breasts, sandwiching her nipples between his fingers to twist and tease them.
The other hand never stopped the fatal vibrations on her clit.
"Oppa! Please stop. I'm going crazy. I'm gonna go insane."
His cock kept pounding every point inside her pussy relentlessly.
"Hueueong!!! Hueueong!!!"
From her mouth came not words but animalistic howls.
The torrent of fluids gushing from her pussy was clearly felt like waves.
[Emotion Value: 89.. 90.]
The number had finally broken 90.
He didn't stop moving.
He kept her orgasm going.
Feeling her continuous convulsions...
He buried his cock deep inside her until the very end.
Thinking maybe he could reach 91...
But the buildup of stimulation from her pussy's contractions had stopped delaying his climax.
Finally, he thrust his hips as deep as possible and erupted his semen deep inside her with hot, violent force.
Puhush! Puhush! Puhush! Puhush!
The release was long and powerful.
It felt like his balls were completely drained.
"Hueueong! Hueueong! Hueueong! Oppa... I don't care if I die like this!!!"
They expressed that peak moment with their entire bodies.
After the awkward situation ended,
The room was filled only with rough breathing.
Seonyeong was still lying face-down on the pillow with her hands tied behind her back.
Her body trembled occasionally, like aftershocks.
Yeonwoo closed his eyes, reviewing the afterglow inside his body and the meaning of everything that had just happened, while checking Seonyeong's status window.
[Target Information]
Emotion Value: 72 [Auto]
Name: Kim Seonyeong
Age: 23
Occupation: College Student
Issue: Guilt and defensive love regarding her relationship with her best friend's (Hye-na) boyfriend (self-justification in progress)
[⚠ System Major Upgrade Complete]
[Target's Emotion Value reached 90 in auto mode.]
[New permissions activate.]
[Remote connection status is enabled for emotion value manipulation.]
[Location information of connected targets activates.]
He had reached 90 with his own ability.
He had crossed that threshold.
There was a hint of disappointment at not pushing higher, but he felt a little more confident with women.
The fact that the technique learned from Strawberry had worked and produced such a visible result filled him with confidence.
Breathing heavily, he reached out and untied the tie knot on Seonyeong's loosely bound wrists.
Her hands fell powerlessly and dropped onto the bed.
After a moment of silence, Yeonwoo asked carefully.
"Are you okay?"
"No... I'm not okay."
Her voice was still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Her head remained buried in the pillow.
"Were you... hurt? Was there anything uncomfortable?"
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he'd overdone it physically.
"Really... I'm in big trouble. I..."
She took a deep breath.
"What... what do you mean?"
"I... like Op-pa even more now."
She said it in a small voice.
But the meaning came through clearly.
"Why is that a big deal?"
"If I... if I get treated like this even as a fake..."
Seonyeong swallowed hard.
"I was hoping my feelings for Op-pa would shrink a little... but it didn't work out."
Seonyeong looked directly at him.
"I don't want to give it to anyone anymore."
Yeonwoo fucked her twice more while she begged with legs spread.
They even agreed on a safe word.
"Oppa..."
Seonyeong murmured into his chest, face buried against him.
"If I say... 'Oppa, I really don't like it,' that means you should rape me like today."
Yeonwoo stroked her hair and said.
"You're going crazy little by little."
"Please do it!!!"
"Haa..."
Yeonwoo let out a long sigh.
"I don't know what we're doing anymore."
***
At 9 a.m.
Messages arrived simultaneously on Yeonwoo's phone and Seonyeong's phone.
[Death Notice]
The late Kang Jeong-gu (51) has passed away, so we inform you with respect.
Wake: Oooo University Hospital Funeral Home 201
Funeral date: 00 Month 00, 10 a.m.
Burial: Oooo Park Cemetery...
Yeonwoo woke up from sleep, rubbed his eyes, and picked up his phone.
"What is this... Hye-na's father...?"
At the same moment, Seonyeong spoke in a panicked voice.
"Oppa..."
Her voice was full of fear and shock.
***
Yeonwoo rushed home, changed into a black suit, and went straight to the funeral home.
As soon as the door opened, the scent of incense stabbed into his nostrils.
It was early in the day, so there weren't many visitors.
Flowers were being placed one by one in front of the funeral hall.
Yeonwoo found the condolence room and entered.
The man in the memorial photo in the center of the room had a plain appearance.
Yeonwoo bowed twice politely and turned toward the family members.
There were only two of them.
On one side was Hye-na wearing a black mourning outfit.
And beside her was a widow who looked far too young.
Hye-na's mother.
She was also wearing a black mourning outfit.
Her face was pale, and deep shadows of grief lay around her eyes.
And...
Her beauty was striking.
Her age...
She looked no more than 40 on the outside.
Her skin was firm, and there were no deep wrinkles on her forehead or around her eyes.
'Hye-na is 22, so her mother should be at least late 40s...'
Yeonwoo calculated quickly in his head, but the woman before him looked nothing like that.
After finishing the condolences and offering money, Yeonwoo turned to sit at the table, and Hye-na approached him.
She quietly sat down in front of him.
Her eyes and nose tip were red and swollen, but there were no more tears.
Instead, her expression was empty calm left after crying.
"What happened?"
Yeonwoo asked warmly holding Hye-na's hand.