The Excuse (2)
Somehow, I managed to roll a condom over that grotesque lump. …Now what? Do I have to put it in…? Me? This thing?
“What are you doing? Get on. Want me to teach you if you don’t know how?”
“No, no… It’s fine. Just give me a second…”
I take a deep breath and stare at his carefully wrapped manhood. A thick pillar jutting out from his pubic hair-covered groin. It might have been less repulsive if it were smooth, but veins bulge along its length, and the middle swells like a thin calf. Near the tip, the girth tapers slightly before ending in that sticky, angular head. …It looks like a king oyster mushroom, only ten times more disgusting. How the hell am I supposed to fit something like that inside me…?
“What are you waiting for? Why are you just staring at my cock? You like it that much?”
“No! Hoo… Just… just give me a moment to prepare myself…”
“Who needs mental preparation for sex? You planning to confess your love or something?”
“That’s not it!”
I wanted to slap Kang Juhyuk for lying there with his hands behind his head, smirking, but every time my eyes dropped lower, my will to resist crumbled. His neck. Insanely thick. His chest. Probably bigger than most women’s. His abs. Hitting them would probably hurt my arm more than him. His arms and thighs. …Getting hit with those would actually kill me. Even avoiding the most monstrous part—his cock—I could still feel instinctive fear radiating from his body. I’d always preferred men with some muscle, but that was when I liked the person and wanted their body to match. I never wanted the man who was raping and blackmailing me to be this burly.
“Haeun, if you really can’t do it, just lie down. You don’t look ready at all.”
“Wait, wait…! I’m doing it right now…”
Whether I found Kang Juhyuk’s body attractive or repulsive, I had no choice but to climb onto his thighs. If I didn’t, he would just take me however he wanted. He’d accuse me of going through his pockets and then humiliate me. If he realized I’d touched his phone and deleted the recording, there would be no stopping him. …Then he’d film me again, this time in an even more vulgar and obscene way. Not just my voice—my naked body would be recorded on that trash’s phone.
“You sure you’re okay? You really ready?”
“…Ugh…”
As long as I didn’t lose consciousness, it wouldn’t completely destroy me. But if that hard, heavy body crushed me, there was no way I could stay sane. He’d force my mouth open, shove his filthy tongue inside, and do every disgusting thing imaginable to my body without caring whether I was exhausted or not. Yesterday, at least the alcohol had dulled the pain. There was no way it wouldn’t hurt to have something the size of a soda can shoved inside me while I was sober. Even just a finger had hurt enough that I’d only used my clit to get off before.
No. Absolutely not. I’d rather go extremely slow. If I controlled how much went in, it would hurt much less…
“If you ride me, it’ll go all the way to the base. This much. I only put in half earlier. You sure you’re okay?”
“…”
Without any mercy, he grabbed my hips and yanked me down until our pubic bones met. My navel. A little above it. Holding his cock in his right hand, he tapped it against my stomach.
“I’ve slept with about ten women, and only three could take me all the way. You really sure about this?”
“…Just… let me think for a second…”
“Those women had plenty of experience, so fine. But you? It’s been less than half a day since you lost your virginity to me. Doesn’t it hurt?”
He spread his filthy large fingers and pressed them from my crotch up to my navel, measuring the length while pushing down. If it goes in this far, your insides will be crushed… he threatened. …If it reaches here… my organs will be crushed… …No. I’ll die. Really.
“You’re not even wet. It’s gonna hurt like hell if I shove it in like this. Different from before.”
“…”
“When you’re having sex, prepare your body first, not your mind. …Here. Like this.”
After the threat came the coaxing. His long, hard fingers—still much thinner than that impossible thing—settled over my sex and began rubbing carefully. …The same place I’d crudely fingered yesterday while out of my mind. The place I only touched when I occasionally masturbated. Now a man who had tormented me for years without permission was touching it.
“Ah, wait, don’t touch me there…!”
“Then do it yourself? I’d rather touch your tits or ass than play with this.”
“Ugh, fine, I’ll… I’ll do it. Just let go…”
The place was already defiled, but the fact that he was touching my most precious spot felt wrong. Yeah. If someone had to touch it, better me than him. It was humiliating, shameful, and degrading enough to make me want to vomit, but it was still better than letting that man use my body however he pleased.
“Don’t let your hands shake. If you’re tense, it’ll hurt even when it doesn’t have to.”
“Just… shut up…!”
I leaned forward as much as possible to hide my crotch. My chest got closer to him, but if it meant hiding that part, I could show him those lumps of fat as much as he wanted. I slipped my fingers between my still-dry folds and rubbed my clit between them.
“Huu… hoo…”
“Yesterday you were fingering yourself so hard the skin was peeling off. Why are you so tame today?”
“Shut up…!”
Caught between shame and pain, I repeated movements that were neither convincingly indifferent nor fully surrendered. Normally I would have bitten my T-shirt and rubbed frantically, or lazily touched myself while scrolling on my phone, but I couldn’t do either now. If I went too slow, this man with no patience would shove that monstrous cock inside before I was even wet. If I went too fast, I’d have to show him my body trembling and moaning obscenely. Both options were futures so horrifying I’d rather bite my tongue and die.
“Nngh… hoo… ah, wait, don’t touch—!”
“Your nipples are sensitive too. Why only play with your clit? Big breasts don’t mean this place is numb.”
“Let go…!”
Before I could choose, Kang Juhyuk reached up, grabbed my breast, and pinched my nipple between his fingers, twisting it gently but insistently to force my arousal higher. I didn’t want to feel anything for this man, but my body remembered how much it had hurt the first time even while drunk. If I accepted something like that while completely sober, I really would die. I swallowed the curses I wanted to spit out and endured his filthy teasing while focusing on rubbing my clit.
“Haa, hah… nngh…!”
“…Your face when you’re about to come looks really fucking lewd.”
“Wh-what? Don’t look…!”
“How can I not look when you’re this hot?”
“Hey, hngh…!”
While I was focused, Kang Juhyuk stared at my disheveled face, then suddenly chuckled and let go of my nipple to grab my ass hard. With just the strength of his arms, he lifted me up, pulled my body toward him, and took my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked. Sucked. Pulled hard… making obscene wet sounds as he nursed on my breast. I wanted to push him off, but I couldn’t lift my body. When I tried to sit up, he squeezed my ass tightly and held me down by force. No matter how much I pushed against the mattress with my arms, I could only end up on my knees, leaning forward. That burly man buried his nose in someone else’s chest and sucked noisily, and I couldn’t pull him off with my own strength.
“Hey, I said no…! Just a little…!”
Trapped with nowhere to go, the flesh that held both my pride and my complex was defiled by his saliva. No matter how annoying, heavy, and disgusting the men who stared at them had been, I had still felt proud of my breasts. Now they were being sucked, licked, and nibbled by the filthy mouth of a man so repulsive it was terrifying. His teeth never touched, but every time he held my nipple between his lips and vibrated them, my waist trembled. The clit I had been rubbing to get wet was now soaked, and regardless of the original reason, it was now craving my touch. The wet sounds of my fingers moving and the lewd noises of being touched raped my ears. I hadn’t even done anything yet. The caffeine still buzzing in my head, keeping sleep far away, was slowly driving reason out.
“Huu… hngh, heek… nngh…!”
Making sounds like a whining puppy, unable to even cover my face, I was toyed with by him. My arms braced against the bed kept bending until I lost all strength and collapsed. With nothing left to support me, my chest pressed down on his face while the man who had his nose buried in my breasts and was sucking on them spanked my ass.
“Hey, stop, stop it…!”
Slap, slap. The sound of flesh rippling shook my body. Squish, squish. Obscene sounds poured endlessly from my sex, now dripping with fluids. Unable to endure the rising pleasure, my left hand, which had been wandering aimlessly, clutched his short, prickly hair. Like a mother nursing a baby. I rubbed my breasts against the man I hated most in the world and let him suck on my nipples.
“Haaang…! ♡ Heek, haaah… nngh… ♡”
In the end, without that monstrous thing even touching me yet, I could only moan vulgarly of my own will, sprawled across the body of that perverted piece of trash, dripping with arousal.
…Until Kang Juhyuk, who had been struggling to breathe under my chest, grabbed my shoulders and lifted me up.