Submission (3)
The springy resilience of her plump ass presses against my cock. I savor the slightly yielding yet chewy texture while my fingers plunder her panting mouth, spreading her own slick fluids evenly over the pussy that has just tasted its very first orgasm.
“Haah… haah…”
I wonder what expression she’s wearing right now. Maybe her face is as flushed with arousal as her body. Or perhaps it has settled into something calmer now that her breathing has slowed. Confirming it wasn’t difficult at all.
“Turn around.”
“…”
I don’t even need to grab her chin. Just a single step back and one quiet command is enough. Because even with her cheeks burning crimson, I can easily meet the dead eyes of a girl who has already been broken.
“You pretended not to feel anything, but your cunt’s fucking dripping. You really never came before?”
“…Yes.”
“Then tell me exactly where I poked you that made you cum for the first time.”
Even if I swing my rock-hard cock and slap it against her abs, she won’t flinch. Not with that face drowning in despair, those hazy eyes looking up at me like she can’t even cry anymore.
“…My clit. When you touched it… I came.”
“You never touched it before?”
“A few times… But it never felt like anything…”
“And this time?”
“……I felt it.”
“Be precise.”
“…It tingled. And throbbed…”
I order her to recite every detail of her first climax while she stares down at the cock plastered to her own abs. The sight of her flatly listing the memory of her orgasm with zero emotion is faintly eerie, yet somehow that very blankness makes it obscene.
“So, did it feel good?”
“…No.”
“Let me rephrase. Did you feel sexual pleasure?”
“…Yes.”
I stroke her soaked hair, her shattered mind laid bare, then tilt her chin up with my fingers. On a face that looks like it wouldn’t resist even if I drove a fist into her stomach, I wipe off the sticky fluids still clinging to my hand.
“Good girl. You answered honestly without lying. Well done.”
“…”
Even as I smear her own filthy juices across her cheek, she doesn’t recoil. She simply accepts my touch in silence. The obedience is so endearing that I reach for the showerhead, holding the warm spray directly above her head.
Water cascades through her hair, rinsing the mess from her flushed cheeks. I follow the rivulets with my hands, carefully caressing her skin. From the now-clean cheek, along the delicate line of her neck, I dig my fingers into the water pooled at her collarbone, then slide between her breasts to squeeze the firm flesh hard. I watch her face twist in pain, savor it, then release her tits so they bounce back into their perfect, perky shape. My hand drifts lower, past her navel, tracing her side.
I continue the deliberately ticklish strokes, slow and methodical. I caress the muscles along her spine, then carefully grip the soft swell of her ass. Finally I return the showerhead to its cradle.
I pull the woman I despise most in this world into my arms and kiss her with more tenderness than I’ve ever shown anyone.
“Mmm…”
Light kisses, lips only, no tongue. Again and again. I keep devouring her mouth until the faintest spark of emotion flickers in those completely dead eyes.
“Haah… stop… mmph…”
After countless violations of her lips she frowns, breathless, and tries to push me away. I don’t let her. I keep biting and sucking until she finally reveals something, anything. Excitement, hatred, it doesn’t matter to me.
“Phew… haa. Stop…”
Her lips are now so obscenely swollen and coated in my saliva that they glisten. The disgust she had buried deep out of fear finally surfaces. That wrinkled, miserable expression pleases me so much that I smile, place her hand on my chest, and bring my mouth to her ear.
“…What do you think of me?”
“What are you talking about? Suddenly…”
“I’m not asking about your feelings as a person. Just your physical impression. Want me to answer first?”
I rest my own hand on her chest in return.
“A bitch whose blood hasn’t even dried yet has tits and hips that are fucking obscene. It turns me on so much. Honestly, I want to fuck you raw right now and knock you up. You.”
“…”
Roughly, but far more lewdly than before, I pinch her nipples and knead her breasts while pouring filth directly into her ear.
“Do you know how badly my teammates wanted you back when I was playing? Even when you were still a minor, plenty of them were losing their minds wanting to fuck you. They sexually harassed me every other day asking if the director’s daughter didn’t make their dicks hard.”
“Haa, let go… please…”
“Of course I never said a word. Your face was too babyish for my taste back then.”
I wedge my thigh between her drenched legs.
“But the moment you became an adult you turned into exactly my type. If we’re talking pure preference, you’re my ideal woman. I’ve always liked tall, slender, arrogant bitches.”
“…”
“What about you? I told you everything honestly.”
I gnaw at her ear with wet, obscene sounds, grinding my rigid cock against her body without shame, demanding an answer.
“……I don’t like it.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re absolutely not my type… Kang Juhyuk-ssi…”
Satisfied by the complete absence of affection in her honest reply, I stare down at her with ice-cold eyes.
“…Just. I figured there might be people who like this kind of man…”
Crushed by the pressure, she offers an even more sincere fragment. I toy with her a little longer, then release the ear I’d been chewing and press my forehead to hers with a faint smile.
“When you saw me with Haeun, what did you think?”
“…I thought it was possible.”
“Did we look like we matched to you?”
“……Yes, mmph… puheuh…”
Her voice is far too steady to be mere frightened babbling. She speaks the truth clearly, so I catch her tongue, drag it out of her mouth, then step back and wrap her hand around my rigid cock.
The moment the burning heat touches her palm she flinches violently, trying to pull away. A few sharp tugs on her protruding tongue quickly erase the unconscious resistance.
“New question. Do you think you’re lewder than your sister?”
“…”
“Why aren’t you answering? I’ll even accept ‘similar’.”
“I… my sister… ugh…”
No matter how she answers, she can’t escape. In the end she chooses the reply that admits she’s lacking. I pinch and twist the nipple of the inferior little sister between my thumb and forefinger, then slowly pump her hand up and down my cock until the wet, filthy sounds echo loudly through the bathroom.
“Sister is better, huh. So you’re saying you’re less attractive than me?”
“That’s… no, uht, haak…”
“Why? You said Haeun and I looked good together. You said we matched in appearance, didn’t you?”
“Sister… was a… neet…”
“Then what are you?”
“…Uht, heuk…”
I don’t stop her moans, which carry more pain than pleasure. I keep stroking and tormenting her until she finally forces the words out of her own mouth.
“What are you? …Answer me.”
“Ah, because I’m an… idol, I, no. I am…”
“…Exactly.”
With her face twisted in disgust, wearing an expression that has nothing to do with being an idol, she finally spits out her own profession, her own status.
“You’re an idol. Famous for being pretty since you were a kid. A bitch who was popular with men and women alike.”
“Ha… ak…”
“So what is a bitch like that doing right now in a man’s arms? Aren’t you ashamed?”
“I’m… sorry…”
Unable to endure the shame and pain any longer, she begins to apologize. Her legs are trembling so badly she can barely stand. I don’t help her. Instead I press her down, forcing her to her knees on the cold, hard tile until she has no choice but to look up at the cock in her hand.
Even as she’s crushed, the brief relief from pain brings a flicker of joy to her face, until she sees the cock rubbing against her cheek. The momentary life in her eyes dies completely. She stares up at me with utterly dead eyes.
“What is an idol bitch supposed to be doing?”
“I’m sorry…”
“…What does that mouth of yours exist for?”
“To make fans… happy… mmph… puup…”
“…You know it well.”
Gazing at her despairing face, I spit on my throbbing cock and shove it between the lips that are supposed to “make fans happy,” across the tongue that is supposed to “entertain fans.” I use it to satisfy my own filthy lust even though I’m not a fan at all.
“Wooup… buhup… uuk…”
She has no skill, no knowledge, just barely holding the head in her mouth. I grab her hair and force her to swallow more. Her sharp teeth graze me along with her sticky tongue, but I feel even that cold sting as pleasure and yank her head forward again.
Still irritated by her clumsy service, I pull back and slap her cheek with the slick cock.
“Puhup… heek…”
“Watch your teeth.”
“……Yes.”
I brush the strands of hair stuck to her cheek aside with my glans, then feed her my cock again. This time she tries desperately not to let her teeth touch. I stroke her hair almost gently while the public’s idol, nothing more than a terrified little bitch, is slowly, carefully trained into my woman.
“Ughmp, woop… kuhup… mp, mp… ngbuump…”
The act is far too rough and violent for someone with zero experience or knowledge. She should be gagging, yet she refuses to let my cock slip out. She simply struggles with all her might to keep her teeth away and lets my hand fuck her face however it wants.
Honestly, the physical sensation on my cock isn’t that impressive. But her stupid, pitiful face and those half-rolled eyes squeeze out the load I had been saving for Hinami and Haeun.
“Uwoop…! Woop… u… puhek… heek. Kek, kehek…”
The semen overflows her small mouth, painting her tongue solely to give me pleasure. As the thick, sticky cum drips down, she unfortunately spits out what she’d been holding.
“…What are you doing?”
“Heek… y-yes…?”
“It’s a gift from a fan. How can you throw it away without eating it?”
“…I’m sorry.”
Realizing her mistake, she looks devastated. She sees my finger pointing at the sticky tile and the two spots on the tip of my cock, wipes her soiled lips with her arm, then speaks again.
“I’m sorry… chuu… mp…”
With an awkward but vulgar tongue she licks the remaining semen from my glans, fighting back her gag reflex as she swallows it mixed with saliva. All while completely unaware of the phone ringing outside the bathroom.