Chapter 407
Chapter 407
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 407
Chapter Title: Idol Maker (45)
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The excruciating pain surging from her lower abdomen made Yuki scream and thrash her entire body. She never imagined he'd actually rape her... The vice president was far more deranged than she'd thought, and as a result, Yuki had her first experience stolen by the man she loathed.
"Fuck... Aaah, ugh! Haa... You crazy bastard!"
The revolting sensation of being forcibly penetrated by something thick and massive. The merciless man's cock tore through her thin hymen... and plunged straight into her pussy, stretching her insides however it pleased.
"Dieeeee!"
In an instant... Yuki was devoured by the man. She couldn't turn to look behind her, but she could feel it all the same. Whatever had entered her pussy right now was the vice president's dick.
"Yuki, were you a virgin?"
"Die, I said die!"
"Kuh... It's insanely tight. Even Jinhee wasn't this tight."
"You fucking bastard!"
"Because you're so young? Deflowering you feels amazing."
"Fuck... Ugh, aaaah!"
Fueled by rage, Yuki twisted and flailed desperately, but she couldn't break free from the man raping her. The vice president she'd dismissed so casually wasn't that easy an opponent. With his massive frame, he calmly pinned her down. Flashing a sleazy grin, he shoved his cock all the way in.
"No! Nooooo!"
With that, Yuki burst into tears and collapsed onto the sofa.
The horrific pain felt like her pussy was ripping apart. For Yuki, who had never even masturbated, the vice president's dick was far too enormous to endure. And with no foreplay whatsoever to ease the insertion, staying sane while being raped was utterly impossible for her.
"Hic, sob... Uuugh! Aaah! Stop, haa... Stoooop!"
But the man had no intention of showing mercy.
Ignoring her sobs, the vice president began fucking her in earnest. Holding the camera in one hand, he filmed the hole of her pussy. Yuki's once-pure pussy... was now being defiled live by the man before her eyes.
"Fuck... Fuuuuck!"
And that very scene played back on the monitor right in front of Yuki.
The grotesque man's cock pistoning in and out of her narrow hole... an utterly unreal situation. Overwhelmed by shame, Yuki squeezed her eyes shut, but she couldn't escape the reality crashing down on her. The vice president thrusting relentlessly, and Yuki weeping in sync with him.
All she could do now was hurl curses at the rapist she desperately wanted to kill.
"You fucking piece of shit! Hnng! Haa... You... I'll kill you... Fuck, I'll kill you!"
But sadly, her fury only egged him on.
"What, not satisfied with that?"
He set the camera down and yanked on Yuki's bound arms. Then, as if everything so far had been mere child's play, he slammed his hips forward with such force that they made loud slapping sounds. With her arms restrained, she had no choice but to take it all without resistance.
"Aaah! Ungh, haaaah! No! Aaaah!"
"No? You want me to go even harder?"
"Uuugh! That's... not... Haaat!"
A relentless barrage of agony that made even breathing a struggle.
Crushed beneath the disgustingly heavy weight of the vice president, her vision began to blur. Yuki, who had never been struck once in her life—who had only ever been showered with love—couldn't hold out any longer, neither mentally nor physically.
"Haa... Aaah! Haaa......"
So she sought escape from this torment... by losing consciousness.
"What, passed out already? Ha, damn... Always something with you."
But the man wouldn't allow it.
"Haa, haaa... Eh?! N-no way..."
Using his skill to rouse her, the vice president resumed the rape. Forced back to awareness, Yuki blinked in confusion... only to let out another wet scream as the pain surged anew. From there, it was nothing but repetition.
Having abandoned all hope, she fainted over and over—dozens of times—only to be revived each time for more rape. When she finally came to after the countless cycle, she realized a truth she never wanted to know.
"Haaa... Haaaa..."
At some point, the pain had given way to pleasure.
"Backshots getting boring?"
"Haa, haaa... Haa..."
"This time, from the front."
"Shut up."
"Thanks?"
"Haa... Don't you know Korean?"
"Want me to thrust faster? Okay, got it."
"Fucking bastard...... Hnng."
My pussy getting wet... wasn't my choice at all. The love juices flowing out were purely physiological. Feeling good was unavoidable too. Even if it was rape, this act was reproduction at its core... so my body reacted unconsciously.
But the vice president didn't see it that way.
Humming a tune, he spread my legs wide. With no strength left to resist, I glared at him... only to unwittingly moan as his cock burrowed inside me once more. He grinned and nodded, as if he'd known it all along.
This wasn't because I wanted it... Ungh, haa... The sensation of his cock scraping my inner walls made my hips buck. My body, sick of the pain, accepted his repulsive dick—and from that moment, I felt pleasure I never asked for.
"Feels good?"
"Shut... up... Ungh."
"Your pussy's already so tight... Kuh, aren't you squeezing too hard?"
"I said shut up!"
Once he figured that out, the vice president zeroed in on my weak spot—Haat, ngh... tormenting it relentlessly. Waves of unwelcome pleasure raced up my spine, driving me insane. I didn't want to feel it, didn't want to show him... but there I was, sobbing like a porn star in front of the vice president and the camera.
"Yuki, gonna keep cursing like that?"
"Why... Hnng, ungh... Hate it?"
"Not really... but it makes me wanna punish you."
"What? W-wait... That's..."
"Yeah, that famous 'thing' from your country."
And sure enough, like we were shooting actual porn... out came a tool used for such acts—a vibrator—from the vice president's bag. I'd never used one, but I knew what it looked like. Seeing it buzz to life with that whine, I gritted my teeth and thrashed wildly.
But still bound by the rope, I couldn't flee.
"If you're a slave, act like one—use polite speech... right?"
"D-don't..."
"Don't know Korean? I said use polite language."
"Please... F-fuck, don't!"
"Aha, so you want it?"
The vibrator crept slowly toward me.
I had to watch as it pressed right against my clit... Haa, ungh, ahng... Aaah, haaaang... After that, my mind turned to mush again. His cock tormenting my insides, the vibrator ravaging the outside. That day... just like Kay had wept uncontrollably in front of me, I shed tears before the vice president.
"Fuuuuck... Hnng, aaaahng! This, unngh! Haaang!"
And the vice president... gazed at me with the same blissful expression I'd worn back then.
"Mm, sounds nice."
"Haaa, aaang... Please... Ungh, haaaang! Stop... Ungh!"
"Your face looks great too."
"Please stop... Aaah, aaang! Aaaaang!"
That was when I finally glimpsed the vice president's true nature—the side I never knew.
This man... was just like me.
A pervert who got off on others' suffering.
He wasn't raping me just for lust. He was raping me to savor my pain. The ropes, the camera, the vibrator... it all made sense now.
All of it was prepared to turn women trapped like me—like Han Ji-young, who'd deceived me—into his personal playthings.
"Stop... Haa, please stop..."
"Oh?"
"Please stop... Hic, I was wrong..."
So in utter despair, I knelt before him.
I knew his ecstasy better than anyone—instinctively understood there was no escaping this man. Grinning ear to ear, he switched off the vibrator. From that moment... I was the slave of the man who'd raped me.
Even after I used polite speech, even after I apologized, the vice president didn't stop the rape. I, who had climaxed countless times, was finally freed only after he came inside me. The gross sensation of his sticky semen trickling down from the entrance, dripping in globs.
Feeling that, I let out ragged breaths.
Then the vice president picked up the camera and filmed my pussy.
"Good meal. In Japanese, it's 'Itadakimasu,' right?"
"Ugh..."
"No answer?"
"Hic... Th-that's wrong..."
"Yeah? Then what is it?"
"Gochisousama deshita..."
"Oh, so you do know it well?"
"Ugh..."
"But why know that one and not the other?"
"......Pardon?"
"Apologies aren't just words."
"Ah..."
"Nude dogeza—you know what that is?"
"......Hic."
"Come on, do it while minding the camera. Yeah, look right here."
"I... was wrong..."
He was utterly, perfectly... breaking me.
Fuming at the vice president, who was even more thorough than me, I slowly dropped to my knees. Then, facing him—for his forgiveness—I bowed my head in dogeza. He praised me for it and dropped an unfamiliar pill onto the floor, right onto his pooled semen.
"This is..."
"Eat it if you don't want to get pregnant."
"Aaa..."
Just like Jinhee unnie in the video from yesterday...
I licked up the vice president's semen from the floor and swallowed it.