Saintess Ha Yeon-ah
"Hngh— haaang—"
In the brightly lit hotel room, Ha Yeon-ah thought the moans spilling from her own mouth felt utterly alien. Probably because she'd believed such sounds would never escape her lips in her entire life.
"Aaaahhh!!!"
Even with her eyes wide open, she couldn't see a thing. Everything before her melted and flowed away like a hazy dream. Not the hotel's LED lights, but a pure white glow bursting from deep inside her body... from her very mind.
The pain in her arms, gripped tightly by the man, had long vanished. All that remained was scorching heat. Every time his rough hands toyed with her most precious place, waves of pleasure surged from her lower abdomen, crashing through her body and shattering her resolve.
Her own flesh felt like it belonged to someone else. You're mine, Seong Ye-han's words from moments ago echoed in Ha Yeon-ah's mind.
"Ahhng... ahhng!"
If she'd had even the slightest sexual experience, could she have resisted this ecstasy?
"You slutty bitch."
Even as Seong Ye-han hurled insults, Ha Yeon-ah couldn't respond. Her mind was utterly drowned in the unprecedented pleasure, staggering helplessly.
Dr-r-r-rip— Seong Ye-han paused to watch her for a moment, then withdrew his hand from kneading her pussy and hurriedly undid something at his waist.
"Ahh... wha... what...?"
"I'll make you feel even better."
Ha Yeon-ah reflexively blurted out a question at the sudden loss of pleasure, and Seong Ye-han replied leisurely. Clutching the black leather belt, he wrapped it twice around her wrists and yanked it tight.
Whoosh— In an instant, he stripped away the skirt and panties that had barely clung to her.
"It hurts... ahht!"
The rough leather bit harder than his hands, sending a brief stab of pain through Ha Yeon-ah, but it was swiftly swallowed by the ensuing jolt of pleasure.
Slurp— smack— lick— Already soaked and melting from ecstasy, her thighs splayed wide. Seong Ye-han's face suddenly dove between them, feasting freely on her swollen, flushed treasure.
"Hiiik?! Wha... what are you... eek?!"
Ha Yeon-ah thrashed wildly at the slick, sticky pleasure so different from his fingers. Like lightning striking her nerves, her back arched like a bow, hips twisting reflexively to escape the unfamiliar sensation—but it was futile.
"Di... dirtier! Ahhng!!!"
"Stay still."
"Nooo... heuk! Haaahk!"
With her arms now free, he clamped her thighs firmly in place, pressing his relentless assault. Ha Yeon-ah could flee nowhere, forced to endure the pouring waves of pleasure.
His hot, wet, soft-yet-firm tongue explored every corner of the defenseless bitch's pussy.
"Haaht! Heeng! Hang!"
Her hypersensitive clit was rolled between his tongue, gently nibbled by lips and teeth, then sluuuurped with powerful suction—sending the bitch hurtling to climax in an instant, her pleasure-scream echoing.
Tremble—tremble—
"Hiyaaaaah...! Aaaaah! Nooooo!"
For Ha Yeon-ah, who had already lost her mind to mere fingers, this was unbearable peak ecstasy. Her hips thrust skyward. Frozen in an arched bridge pose, her body shuddered as if time had stopped.
Seong Ye-han felt the bitch's quivers against his face before pulling away from the valley.
Thud— With her sole support gone, the bitch's body collapsed limply.
"Did you cum?"
"Heuuk..."
Even at Seong Ye-han's mocking words, Ha Yeon-ah couldn't muster a reply. Cum? What was that? Caa...? Her mind, lost in afterglow, refused to turn.
"A virgin this sensitive? First time I've seen one. Even whores are less responsive."
Squish—
"Hngh...! First time, yes... hik!"
Crude insults paired with his rough hands seizing her breasts from the root once more. Men ignited like fire—flaring hot then snuffed out. But women's arousal simmered like water, slow to cool. Once past a certain threshold, her body converted every touch to pleasure, not pain.
"Sto... stopp...! Please...!"
"Stop? We're just getting started."
Ha Yeon-ah tried desperately to regain her senses, but the relentless pleasure shook her to and fro.
Thud—
"Aaah..."
Finally, Seong Ye-han's body wedged between her splayed legs. Stripped bare—who knew when—heavy, rugged musculature loomed. From its center rose something thick, slapping heavily against her lower belly.
"Th-that... no... nooo... sorry... I'm sorryyy..."
She knew exactly what it was. The tool men were born with to ravage women. Cock. Grotesque, dark-red shaft. Mushroom-thick head. Transparent, sticky precum dribbling drop-drop onto her abdomen.
"No? Your pussy's drooling for it."
The heat and hardness seared her skin; Ha Yeon-ah trembled. Amid the fear of what was coming, something else secretly took root.
"Time to prove it. My ability, too."
"I be... believe... I believe..."
"Seeing is believing, right?"
"I be... kyaaahk!"
Squish— She felt his tip kiss her entrance.
"Aaaaah... h-heuk..."
In the end, Ha Yeon-ah could only sob pitifully, accepting the inevitable. And she admitted it. No matter how much she hated men... she was just another bitch in heat.
'What a joke, this bitch?' Seong Ye-han snorted at Ha Yeon-ah's sniffling beneath him.
The belt binding her wrists was just a plain leather one. Even as an ability-user, she could snap it with raw strength if she wanted. No way it'd hold a real partner in bondage play—yet here she was, face like the apocalypse, meekly bound.
At this point, didn't it mean she wanted it herself? He decided to honor her unspoken tastes. She might not even know them yet.
Bondage rape as a kink, huh. He'd pegged her as twisted from the start, but Ha Yeon-ah was no ordinary woman.
Slide— rub—
"Hnghh..."
Seong Ye-han gathered her splayed legs, wedging his cock between her slick thighs and pussy in that Y-zone, grinding away. Innately smooth or waxed, her flawless ass and soft flesh sent electric thrills through him. Tempting enough to blow a load right there—addictive as any drug.
'But no...'
The pussy's heat and wetness radiating against his shaft curbed that urge. To avoid misunderstandings, he'd flood her womb with his thickest first load.
As far as he knew, Ha Yeon-ah—like Park I-rae—hadn't fully shaken Park Eun-hyeon's influence. By proving his ability crystal clear, he'd plant seeds of both-sides-ism: her current mess stemmed not just from him, but her own misunderstandings and dogshit personality.
No pregnancy worries. Shin Ye-hwa had slipped him emergency pills when he left, cheering him on.
"Damn, these thighs are prime. Fuu."
"Eung! Forgive me... hng!"
As Seong Ye-han savored her drug-like thighs, imagining the pussy to come, Ha Yeon-ah's pleas sharpened—her mind clearing a bit.
"What'd you do wrong?"
"Aaah... I... everything... everything..."
"Yeah, clueless mutt."
Seong Ye-han dropped further scolding on her reflexive babble.
"I'll teach you properly now."
Squiiiish—
"Aaaaah... nooo...! No...!"
Her hole was tight. Wonderfully so—would his cock even fit? But for this moment... he'd drenched this lewd, pregnancy-optimized body in pleasure, even using his mouth which he rarely bothered with.
Seong Ye-han didn't relent, thrusting his hips bit by bit.
"Relax."
Sloooorp—
"Ahheuk..."
His glans barely breached, feeling scorching heat and hot-spring-like juices gush from within. He steadied his breath, then thrust hard.
"Aaaaaah...!"
"It's... in... all the way!"
Squish— Stubborn resistance yielded inevitably.
"Kraaah..."
Breaching the vice-tight entrance, his cock plunged deceptively deep to her core.
Thump— The glans kissed bottom; Seong Ye-han shuddered.
This sensation! This conquest! He'd finally devoured the bitch who'd sneered and insulted him relentlessly. Stamped his indelible mark on her pristine virgin pussy!
"Fuck..."
"It hurts... it hurts..."
"Fucking delicious."
Seong Ye-han couldn't stop drool pooling at the feel of her. So intense, he didn't even notice her speech turning polite.
Until now, he'd sampled several famed pussies. Shin Ye-hwa's insane compatibility, custom-made glove. I-rae's chewy athlete grip. Noona Seon-hui's writhing tentacle trap. Each a league above ordinary, brimming with personality—and now, one more joined the ranks.
"Th-this..."
Narrowest entrance clamping like it aimed to snap his shaft. Beyond, soft, elastic walls clung slap to his glans, dragging him deeper. Reaching bottom, a scorching-hot cervix suctioned greedily—stimulating enough to spill cum right then.
"Huuu..."
Like a sticky swamp. Once trapped, no escape—a lethal pitfall.