Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Tutorial (3)
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Jeong A-yeon, the heroine of the tutorial. She has a fetish for rape.
She craves being touched, stripped, and penetrated by a stranger. No matter how much she resists, she yearns to end up naked, her pussy pierced by a man's grotesque cock.
That's her sexual preference.
It wasn't always like this. There was a time when she dreamed of a tender first experience with someone she loved. But a porn video she stumbled upon by chance turned her tastes upside down.
It was around the time she had just started high school. While her uncle was out, she opened his laptop and found a porn video still playing, one he hadn't closed in time.
It was pretty hardcore. The woman in the video was bound with ropes, and a man was leering at her with a sleazy grin.
At first, she thought she shouldn't be watching this. But she was curious. She wanted to see what sex—the thing she'd only heard about—was really like.
After a moment's hesitation, she hit play. The man in the video approached the woman and started raping her.
"Don't! Hnng...! Haa... Please!"
"Heh heh heh. Clenching down like that, what are you even saying?"
"Urgh... Haa... Eung!"
It was shocking.
Horrifying. The woman's screams sent chills down her spine.
This was nothing like the sex she'd imagined.
She thought she should've never watched it.
She hurriedly tried to stop the video, but at some point, the woman's screams turned into moans.
"Haa... Ahng... Aang! No... Haang!"
"You slut, you were that desperate for cock?"
"What...?"
The woman was still being raped. But for some reason, her expression had changed. She was aroused. She was enjoying it while aroused.
Jeong A-yeon couldn't understand it. Why? She hated it so much before. It was forced on her by someone she didn't even like. So why? Her mind was a mess.
"Haaang! Yes! More, more! Harder!"
In the end, the woman begged for it even rougher.
"Is that... really that good...? Even when it's forced?"
Jeong A-yeon looked down at her own pussy. Then she recalled the size of the man's cock in the video.
When she placed her hand to match that length, it reached her navel.
"H-Here...? All the way in? No way... That can't feel good..."
Her body trembled. A strange feeling welled up. One she'd never felt before.
She imagined herself as the woman in the video. Bound against her will, raped, gasping and moaning... Cold sweat dripped down. But strangely, it didn't feel bad.
Unknowingly, she slipped her hand into her panties.
They were soaked.
Shocked by the wet sensation, she froze—but she didn't pull her hand away.
Instead...
That day, she masturbated for the first time in her life.
After that, whenever she masturbated, she developed a habit of fantasizing about being raped.
In her fantasies, she was raped by the class delinquent in a karaoke room.
In her fantasies, she was raped by her homeroom teacher in the staff room after school.
In her fantasies, she was raped by her uncle who snuck into her room at night.
In her fantasies, she was raped by her own father during a family trip.
There was intense catharsis and orgasm in being forcibly subjected to things that were socially and ethically forbidden.
And so, she developed her rape fetish.
Jeong A-yeon knew she was broken. But she couldn't stop. She was already addicted to the pleasure of taboo.
She thought getting a boyfriend might change things, but it was just wishful thinking.
What if she got raped by another man even with a boyfriend? And how thrilling would it be if he found out?
Just imagining Siwoo's shocked face made her panties wet in an instant.
That's why Jeong A-yeon gave herself completely to the stranger who showed up at her door.
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Ding-dong!
"It's a delivery."
When she heard that, Jeong A-yeon felt a spark of anticipation. She hadn't ordered anything, so maybe it was someone here to rape her.
But she quickly shook her head. The neighbors' packages had been delivered to her by mistake a few times before.
Still, what if she seduced the delivery guy? With that thought, she slipped off her dolphin pants. She cracked the door open, extending her leg to show off her thighs.
"Uh..."
She jumped in surprise. The man at the door wasn't a delivery guy.
Taking advantage of her shock, the man stepped inside and locked the door like it was his own home.
Her heart pounded. Her whole body began to tremble.
She pretended to be scared and yelled at him to leave, but he ignored her.
Instead, he mocked her, asking if she hadn't ordered cock.
Chills ran down her spine. It was exactly the line from her delivery guy fantasy. As she floundered, unsure what to do, the man approached and kissed her without warning.
It was Jeong A-yeon's first kiss.
His tongue invaded her mouth. She responded by sticking out her own tongue, their saliva mixing as it moved. It was ecstatic.
"Haa... Churp, chu... Haa... Churp."
When the man pulled her into an embrace, she started sucking on his tongue desperately. She didn't want to let go. Strangely, the harder she sucked, the better it felt.
As they were locked in a fierce tongue battle, the man began fondling her breasts.
"Haang... Aaah..."
It was electric. Goosebumps prickled down her back. It felt completely different from when she touched herself. The man tormented her nipples mercilessly, then pinched them when that wasn't enough.
"Haaaang...!"
Her first orgasm. Jeong A-yeon's mind went blank. Her legs gave out, and she naturally leaned into the man.
Seizing the moment, he started stripping her. Jeong A-yeon helped him with her clothes. Then, with eyes full of lust, he stared at her breasts.
This was the first time in reality—not a fantasy—that she'd shown her body to a man. She felt embarrassed.
"Don't look..."
"Want me to touch your pussy instead?"
That's not it... she wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she nodded faintly.
The man grinned slyly and slipped his hand into her panties.
"Aang! Ah... Ang!"
It felt incomparably better than before. Her mind was going to melt. As he rubbed her clit, Jeong A-yeon unknowingly shed tears.
But it didn't end there. He thrust a finger into her pussy. That alone was driving her mad, but he added another finger, stimulating her inner walls.
"No! Haa... Not there! Please... Stop... Haa..."
The spot he was teasing so lightly felt achingly sensitive. Her words said no, but she wanted him to touch it more.
Jeong A-yeon looked at the man with silent protest.
'Please... Please...'
As if reading her mind, he caressed that spot. An unimaginable wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"Haaa♡... Aaaaang♡ ♡!"
She squirted as she climaxed.
And for a moment, she blacked out.