11.9 I Do It. 3P - Cheong-ah, Bella
"Turn around."
"Say it...! I'll listen."
Roughly, Ian shoved Bella's body backward onto his hands. Dull, unfocused pupils. In eyes where even the irises had darkened, Bella felt a sharp twinge deep in her womb. Just two rounds of sex, and already she craved this man who would wreck her savagely.
Hnnngh...
How much would he torment her today? Her pussy dripped with anticipation on its own.
Smack! Ian slapped her ass and growled.
"Stick that ass up, you bitch."
"Ah, seriously. I told you to say it, why hit me?!"
Bella pretended to be annoyed at Ian's crude words, but she obediently lifted her hips high. Her voice was loud, sure, but her lips curled in a smirk, her ass wiggling happily. Her pussy was already soaked before he even touched it.
Ian's voice dropped low, laced with dominance utterly unlike the sweet confessions he'd whispered to Cheong-ah just moments ago during their fuck.
"Quit your bitching when your pussy's gushing like a faucet."
Squelch. In one thrust, he jammed three fingers—index to ring—from her pussy hole, stretching it wide around their girth.
"Hyaaah...! Hnngh, straight to three fingers? You fucking savage..."
"Your pussy's clenching like it loves it."
Squelch, squelch, squelch! He rammed his fingers deep, scraping her walls viciously, no mercy, like he was trying to rip her insides out.
"Oogh, hngh...! Hoooh...! Hic...!"
Splat! Splat! Like pounding a fist into her, Ian's hand drove relentlessly. Bella's ass quivered, but she offered no resistance—just beastly moans spilling from her lips.
"Hic...! Oh, oooh...! Hot, hnght...! Hnngh. Cumming, gonna, cuuum! Pussy, cumminggg!"
Spiiiish...! She climaxed, squirting a jet that pooled on the bed. Ian yanked his fingers free from her spasming pussy.
"Hic... Hiit... Hnnght..."
Bella convulsed in orgasm. Before she could recover, Ian pressed his cockhead to her entrance and slammed in balls-deep.
"Hrrrooohhh!"
Bella's back arched violently. Ian pinned it down, shoving his pussy-slick fingers into her mouth and yanking her cheek.
"Gehk... Gack..."
"Suck 'em clean. They're sticky with your cunt juice."
"Ah, ueh..."
Slurp, slurp... Churp... She should have spat some defiance by now, but her brain was still blank from the orgasm. Meekly, she obeyed, licking her own juices off his fingers.
"Heh...?"
Suddenly snapping to, Bella bit down hard with a curse.
"Hey, ugh... You bastard... Fucker."
This time, hard enough to hurt. Crunch. Her sharp canines pierced skin, drawing the metallic tang of blood. Ian's brow furrowed slightly, but he showed no other reaction, enduring it stoically.
"Ah, tsch..."
Only then did Bella release her bite, spitting out his saliva-drenched hand with a ptui.
"...Hmph."
Her teeth marks etched into his fingers. Scratches on index and ring, blood trickling. Bella grinned smugly, taunting him to stoke his rage.
"Heh, kid. Who told you to shove fingers in my mouth?"
"You crazy bitch. Acting up again."
"Acting up? You'd think you were my master or some shit."
"Ha, this fucking..."
Ian swept back his bangs with his bleeding, spit-soaked hand, then slammed her head down.
"You're dead, for real."
"Haha... Bring it, pussy~? Not scared at allll?"
Even pinned, she spat more defiant bravado. Meanwhile, her pussy clenched rhythmically around his buried cock—squeeze, squeeze—her body radiating eager anticipation.
Yeah, more. Crush me harder.
More, more, more.
Ian smirked inwardly at her display, careful not to show it. Her deliberate teasing, grinding back subtly—it was adorable. Her words were sharp, but inside, she was just a bitch begging to be pounded.
Fine, I'll fuck that pussy to pieces.
Muttering to himself, Ian snapped his hips up hard.
"Hngh, haa...! Good...!"
Bella's ass jiggled with every thrust. As he pistoned, Ian raised his palm.
"I'm gonna spank that ass exactly thirty times now. Count 'em right. Fuck up or miss, we start over."
"Hic, wha, what...? Who said I'd take it? Try hitting me and see... Huh? Won't let you?!"
Lies, of course.
Getting spanked feels so good...
How she'd envied Cheong-ah's constant smackings. But only thirty? Too stingy.
Smackkk!
"Hyahiiik...?!"
"What if you hate it? What're you gonna do? Answer properly."
"O-okay...! Got it! Hnngh, haa...! At least stop... fing—pounding my pussy...!"
"Shut up, I decide that. So, how many?"
"Don't know, you psycho...?!"
Smackkk! Before the curse fully escaped, Ian's palm cracked her ass. As it reddened, Bella yelped in pain and shouted.
"Kyaaaah...! Thir, thirty! Thirty, stop hitting, it hurts...!"
Smackkk!
"Ahyaaak...! I answered, why hit again...!"
"Voice too quiet. Thirty-two. How many?"
It wasn't quiet—Bella's voice boomed naturally. Her cries echoed through the room, but so what?
"Thirty-two...!!"
"Ha, still quiet."
Smackkk!
"Forty."
This was pure torment. Ian's blank face picked nits to rack up the count.
"F-fuck...! You mothe—!"
Smackkk!
"Heek...! F-forty, fortyyy...!"
"Cursed, so fifty now."
"...Hngh, haa... You're too much, hngh, haa... You bastard...!"
"You're the dog, bitch. Count right from now."
Smackkkk!!
"Hyak...! One...!"
Splurt...! Pussy juice squirted. Her walls clamped tight. Ian grinned, swinging again.
Smack! Smack! Slap! Smack!
"Hit, two...! Threeee...! Aaah...! Haa...! Fourrr...!"
Her ass bloomed red. Each strike should weaken her, yet Ian's hand sped up, hit harder.
"Hiiiiiik...! Ten doneee...!!"
Her womb throbbed thump-thump with every smack. His cock crushed it relentlessly.
Smackkk! Slap! Smack!
"Wait, stop, stoppit...! Enough, hic, gonna die, gonna diiie...!"
Her pussy felt ready to burst.
"You won't die, quit whining."
"Hic, haa...! Breaking, pussy breakinggg...! Agh, aaaaaah...!"
Her womb was shattering.
Smackkk!
"Hhyaat...! Hic...! Aaaang...!"
"Count properly! How many?!"
"Don't knooow...! Don't knowww...! Oogh...!!"
"Not knowing ends it? Count!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squishsquishsquishsquishsquish...!!!!
"Didn't know...! Brain, hic...! Turned dumb...! Only cock nowww...! Mercy, mercyyy...! Hic, I'll count right...! Ian, hyak...! Pleeease...! Stop, aaaaaah...!"
Her brain rattled to mush. Cock, cock, cock—nothing else filled her head as it hammered her pussy.
"Hhhhiiiii...!!"
Climax hit; her hips bucked wildly again.
§
Watching Ian manhandle Bella so roughly, jealousy flickered in Cheong-ah—then shock froze her.
She knew they'd fucked already. That rainy day she'd panicked thinking Bella missing. Ian reeked of her scent; Bella was drenched in his.
She'd confessed and apologized before he could grill her.
When I realized they'd gone all the way... it hurt so bad.
Memories flooded: the dungeon conquest. Regret hit hard. Why had she said that?
...That stupid line.
Declaring Bella no outsider if Ian took her as a woman—foolish. Seeing her new arm sprout via Ian's power the next day? Too late to take it back.
This wasn't right. Her heart ached. Jealousy surged. Irritation boiled.
He's my husband...
Why had she done that? Said that? But it was done.
His goal, revenge—what did it matter...?
No use regretting; spilled water couldn't return. The piece of Ian's heart given to Bella was permanent. Only a foolish woman remained.
And Bella had seemed disinterested in him anyway...
I believed that... You bitch.
That day, hugging her once more than Bella had smoothed it over. She'd even banned Bella from booze as petty payback.
I just wanted to pretend it never happened...
But witnessing it? Not just painful—excruciating.
Husband...
Ian grabbing Bella's hair, hurling her onto the bed. Flipping her forcibly, handling her like a beast.
Smack! Smack! Squelchsquelchsquelchsquelch...!!!
"Hot...! Ooogh...! Hnngh, hiiiiiik...!"
"Count right...!"
"Don't know, don't knowww...! Haa...! Just spank however you want...! Ahic...!"
"Ha, fuck..."
He ground her face down, slamming his cock like a hammer. Bella took it helplessly in her pussy.
Smack! Slap! Splat-splat!
"Agh...! Haa...! Stop...! Enough, enoughhh...! Gonna dieee...! Ian...! Eekhic...!"
"Bullshit, you love it, you bitch."
"Yeah, fuck...! Love it...! So good...! Haa, fuuuck...! Hic...! Fucking love you, Iaaan...! Your cock, fucking looove it...!"
Pussy juice sprayed with every thrust. Bella wailed in ecstasy.
Watching their savage, feral rut, Cheong-ah clutched her aching lower belly.
Does husband like it that rough...?
Their usual sex was rough enough—spankings, sure. Dozens of orgasms till blackout, him pounding nonstop. Teasing spots she hated until she craved them.
Navel... Armpits... Nape.
But never treating her like subhuman livestock, like Bella now.
Was Ian's real taste this crude, obscene brutality? Had he been holding back, going mild for her sake?
Cheong-ah was wrong, of course. Ian didn't crave roughness per se. He loved women breaking in pleasure—screaming, ruined by bliss.
Cheong-ah her way. Bella her way. He adored them both lost in ecstasy.
He roughed Bella up because she craved it. That was all.
But ignorant of this, Cheong-ah thought she'd failed to satisfy him. Tears welled unbidden.
...If you'd told me, I could've been rougher...
She could wail like a beast, take being used like an object.
Gazing at Bella's feral cries, Cheong-ah bit her lip hard.
Bella, you wicked slut.
Thick resentment bloomed.