Filming (8)
My head felt numb. His relentless thrusting had gone on for what seemed like dozens of minutes. It felt like my insides were being gouged out, and the pain tearing through my waist stole every last nerve in my body. I couldn’t lift my torso, couldn’t even curl my fingers—nothing obeyed me anymore. All I could do was slump my exhausted upper body against his chest.
“Ahh… ugh… ngh…”
“What the hell am I supposed to do if you look like you’re about to die after less than three minutes?”
His voice whispering in my ear was impossible to process. There was no way this nightmare had only lasted three minutes. I instinctively tuned out the words coming from my left ear. He set the phone down, grabbed the back of my neck, and ravaged the inside of my helplessly open mouth.
“Mmph… ugh… slurp…”
It wasn’t just vulgar or filthy. It was the grotesque, animalistic panting someone might make after being shot. Kang Juhyuk sealed that sound inside his own mouth, devouring my tongue while his hand pressed firmly against my hypersensitive perineum—now so raw it burned at the slightest touch—and yanked me to the absolute limit.
“Ugh… hah… heuk… save… me…”
He paused his movements for a moment, loosened his grip, and stared down at my completely ruined face. Only then did my vision, which had abandoned me at some point, slowly return. His face began to register on my retinas.
…He didn’t look particularly pleased. It was the serious expression of a predator contemplating exactly how he wanted to consume his prey. Faced with that perfect predator’s gaze, I buried what little pride I had left deep in the ground and begged him desperately.
“Please… spare me… I-I’m sorry…”
“Then stop tensing up.”
I had no strength left to tense, but I still surrendered everything to his command and squeezed my eyes shut. The heavy cock that had been piercing my belly slowly withdrew, leaving only a stinging ache behind. Only after feeling the final, spine-chilling scrape of his glans against my entrance could I finally exhale the breath I’d been holding and swallow.
“Lie down.”
Before I could even catch my breath, he lifted my sprawled body and laid me flat on the bed. He casually shoved my limp legs apart and began the same horrific ordeal from the very beginning.
My entrance stretched so wide it felt like it would tear. As if to prove the barrier that had once guarded my purity no longer existed, he drove deep inside me. The sensitive inner walls that would have shivered at the lightest tickle were now scraped raw. But unlike before, the speed at which he filled my belly was dozens of times slower.
“Ha… haa…”
This time I couldn’t even stop breathing, let alone breathe freely. Any strength to push him away had vanished long ago. He moved excruciatingly slowly. Almost lazily. I was forced to memorize every ridge and vein of his cock as it stretched my entrance and plowed through my walls. I could only stare helplessly at his face—perfectly calm, eyes locked on me, neither smiling nor frowning.
“Huu…”
Even he seemed heated; he let out a deep exhale and freely churned through my slick, drenched insides. He picked up the phone he’d set aside earlier and filmed my slack, dangling body without any shake. He swept his hands over my breasts that had spilled to the sides from the weight, then squeezed them hard enough to leave marks. When he saw my lips stretch sideways and heard my pained gasps, a faint smile touched his mouth. He pulled his hips all the way back and began the nightmare all over again from the start.
“Haa… ugh… J-Juhyuk… you… bastard…”
“Can’t take it?”
“……”
The pain that began with his glans destroying my entrance was unbearable. I reached out to him with a tearful voice, desperately begging for mercy. When a favorable answer came from him, I clamped my mouth shut, shook my head frantically, and prayed with all my heart that he would truly ease up.
But my prayer must have only been half answered. He didn’t push any deeper. Instead, he leaned over me in that same position, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and whispered into my ear.
“…I’ll think about it if you kiss well. Depends on how you do.”
“……”
His smile deepened, mocking me. Yet even that unfair offer felt like salvation. I swallowed hard, slipped the tip of my tongue between his smiling lips, and clumsily mimicked the way he had forced his tongue on me earlier. I mixed our tongues obscenely, trying to erase the feeling of his cock resting shallowly inside me. I even wrapped my arms around his back and continued the desperate, sloppy kiss as if begging for mercy.
“Mmm… ngh… phu… ugh…”
The moment I pulled away for air, my belly throbbed violently as his cock ground deeper with a wet, filthy sound. Each time that happened, I clung to his lips as if his saliva were oxygen, kissing him more frantically and winding my tongue around his in an even more vulgar way. Then the slow withdrawal of his glans sent electric shivers down my spine, and for a second I almost believed I was doing a good job.
I was clearly being raped. So why was this sick sense of satisfaction rising inside me?
“Mmm… ngh… slurp… haa…”
I made sounds I should never let a man I hated hear. I let out nasal moans an idol must never make. I clung to him, kissing him with desperate hunger, helplessly swallowing the saliva that dripped into my mouth.
“Pha… ah, ah, s-stop…”
After mixing saliva with me until my lips felt swollen, he seemed to grow tired of it. He spat my tongue out without mercy, smiled, and drove his hips down hard. The gel I’d applied earlier still hadn’t dried; my walls accepted his thrust without resistance and screamed, making my toes curl.
Despairing at how easily he broke his promise, I begged for mercy again in a hollow voice.
“You kissed well. I’ll make it hurt less.”
“…Y-yes…”
He rose carefully above me and moved his hips with the promised leisure. Tears welled in my eyes as I could only stare obediently at him while he gripped my breasts tightly and filmed my face.
Inside that camera lens was undoubtedly a face I could never show anyone.
“Does sex hurt? I thought you’d feel good.”
“Haa… I didn’t… know it would be… this bad…”
His lips asked questions as if conducting an interview. Reading those lips I had bitten so many times, I instinctively gave him the honest truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I no longer had the energy.
“What’s it like losing your virginity? Surprisingly little blood, though.”
“It… hurts…”
When I answered honestly, he lowered the camera to film my privates, spreading them with his fingers to capture every shameful trace in detail. The humiliation was so intense I tried to clench my legs, but he had already recorded everything. He grabbed my twitching thighs, folded them up, and pinned both knees together with one hand.
“…Looking at you like this, your body really is fucking perfect. Wide hips. No belly fat. Big tits.”
Kang Juhyuk filmed my trembling body from every angle as he slowly pushed back in, then released my knees and began stroking my skin. He ran his hands along my sides, slipped his fingers between my back and the bed, lifted me up so my waist hovered in the air, and chuckled softly.
“Most of all, that narrow waist… No wonder you have so many fans.”
“……”
“A slut like you has been shaking that pelvis for years. Of course they’d fall for it. …You’re an adult now, so there’s no need to hide it anymore, right?”
My ass and shoulders remained planted on the bed while only my waist arched like a bow, pulled tight toward his pelvis.
“Your fans probably assume you’ve been fucking around with tons of guys. …There’s no way the industry would leave a body like yours alone.”
“I-I’ve… never…”
“Right. It was all just hate, and so far there’s only me.”
Was he praising me or mocking me? I denied his words that treated me like a product.
“…There won’t be anyone else in the future either.”
“What the—ugh… kgh……”
He threw away every ounce of consideration he had shown earlier. Gripping my waist hard, he slammed into me with brutal force—thud, thud—while I showed him my completely destroyed face.
“It’d be such a waste to give this fucking bitch to another bastard. …Huh? You look so goddamn fuckable but you’ve got such a shitty attitude it makes me want to wreck you, you pathetic whore.”
“Ugh… ngh… I-I’m sorry… oh… hoo…”
He revealed an almost insane obsession toward me—the very person he claimed to hate. Completely restrained, I could only take his furious thrusts.
“…Don’t even think about quitting being an idol. Every time you do a broadcast or a concert, I’ll dress you in the same clothes and fuck you senseless.”
“Hah, I won’t… quit… oh… ngh, ngh, keuk… ugh…!”
…In the end, he threw the camera aside. With his hand around my throat, he stole every last bit of control I had left. I instinctively twisted my arms and legs as his swelling cock carved itself permanently into my brain.
A nightmare I would never be able to forget.
My first time.