Caught (13)
…Heavy. No, “weighty” might be a better word. His unnecessarily solid body presses down on me with that weight. His unnecessarily thick cock fills me with that same weight. The condom I’d put on his unnecessary cock swells heavily inside me. Even after so thoroughly defiling my body, he shows no sign of disgust. No sign of exhaustion. As if he isn’t even human. Something beyond mere lust keeps violating me without end. Whether it’s revenge or simple superiority, it no longer matters now.
“Haa… ha……”
Once my breathing steadied and my scattered thoughts returned, he slowly pulled his cock out of me, peeled off the condom that had come loose inside, and held it up to my face. Was he mocking me for how well I’d been used? Or showing off that he still wasn’t satisfied even after coming so much? Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was how unbearably hot the condom felt against my cheek.
“…I’ll give you a choice. Pick one.”
“……”
“This, or this. Just put one of them in your mouth.”
And then there was his cock, just as grotesquely hot, pressing against my other cheek. Trapped between his filthy fluids, I glanced left and right with half-lidded eyes, bit my lip, and turned my head toward the less repulsive option. At least it didn’t smell like rubber. I took it into my mouth and began licking his cock with the same tongue he had just been using. The bitter, foul, stomach-turning taste of his fluids coated my tongue. Like I was filming some obscene commercial, I sucked him earnestly, meeting his gaze as he looked down at me with half-closed eyes.
“……”
…A face I had never seen in my life. More precisely, a face I had only ever seen on him. Not even when soccer or baseball players won championships had I seen an expression like that. Maybe this was the face someone made after drowning the enemy who killed their parents. It was so vicious, yet so full of satisfaction. Staring at that drugged, euphoric expression, I kept sucking the tip still leaking semen, enduring the bitter taste filling my mouth and mixing it with saliva on my tongue.
“Mm……”
“…If you spit it out, you’ll dirty the bed.”
Looking down at me, he sharpened his already vicious gaze and placed a hand on my throat. In that instant, all strength left my body. I couldn’t push back the cock forcing its way down my throat. The fluids resting on my tongue were crushed against his shaft and forced down my throat. Only after he stroked my neck and confirmed that something I shouldn’t have swallowed had gone inside did he finally pull his sticky cock out, wipe the head on my hair like it was tissue paper, and get off the bed.
“Clean up after yourself. I should be heading back soon.”
“……”
Having used my body to his heart’s content, he stood up with a satisfied look, not even glancing at me sprawled on the bed as he began gathering his clothes. Without giving me any answer. As if telling me to handle Hwang Suah or whatever else on my own. Watching him prepare to leave after enjoying himself with zero sense of responsibility, an inexplicable disgust rose in me. Without thinking, I grabbed his thigh.
“What?”
“……”
I tried to speak, but my tongue wouldn’t move. Maybe because he had sucked on it so persistently. Or maybe it was paralyzed from being drenched in his scent. Still, there were plenty of ways to express emotion without words.
“…Hey. That hurts.”
“……”
I dug my nails viciously into his firm, almost rigid thigh, leaving deep marks. Deep enough that blood might have welled up. If he shook his leg, my nails might break. Clinging to Kang Juhyuk and biting my own lips until they bled, he swallowed once, stripped off his shirt again, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my hand away.
“…What if you leave marks? Someone will see.”
“Ugh……”
He climbed back onto the bed, covered me, and warned me in a low voice before biting down hard on my breast, avoiding the nipple, and sucking with an intensity completely different from before. Hard enough to leave a bruise. No—hard enough to definitely leave one.
“Hoo… fuck……”
Below my left breast, he left a small bruise mark, then moved his head to bite my thigh with the same force, sucking like he’d gone mad. It wouldn’t show under clothes, but if I was even slightly careless, it would be visible. Like he was leaving his mark. Obsessively.
“…Ha.”
“……”
After leaving wounds that might last who knows how long, he traced the nail marks on his own thigh a few times, then climbed on top of me and stroked my soiled lips. He lifted the corners of my mouth upward, then pulled them down. Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he traced the mole on my chin, then moved lower to wrap his hand around my neck. With a cold gaze at my suddenly stiffened body, he squeezed my breast hard with his other hand.
“…If your tits were smaller, I might’ve played with them a few times and thrown you away. But they’re so damn big. Fucking bitch.”
“……”
Even while hating me so much, the way Kang Juhyuk got so excited by my body felt ridiculous.
“I told you not to leave marks.”
The man who could strangle me to death with just one hand around my neck… was terrifying. In the end, I realized I couldn’t resist him. The more our bodies overlapped, the more painfully I felt it.
“Tsk… Ah, put a bandage on it. If someone sees a hickey by mistake, it won’t pass as a joke.”
“……”
“…Or do you want a tattoo? If engraving’s too much, a sticker should be fine.”
His casual words no longer sounded like jokes. If it was something he wanted from me, it would happen someday. Raping me. Defiling me. Owning me. No matter how much I rebelled or denied it… unless I killed him, it would happen.
“…What are you doing?”
So I reached up and placed both hands around his thick neck. Unlike him, who could easily strangle me with one hand, my hands were too thin and delicate to even fully encircle his neck with both. Even if I pressed harder than when I marked his thigh, he wouldn’t feel pain.
“……”
So, just like before, I curled my fingers and dug my nails into his neck. I couldn’t kill him, but I could leave a mark. If I was lucky, I might even draw blood. Just like he had taken my virginity and made me bleed, I wanted to pierce his neck and see blood flow from beneath that thick skin.
“Keh… hek……”
…But no matter how deeply I carved, no blood came out. Instead, the light pressure he applied to my neck blocked my breathing far more efficiently.
“Kek… kehek… heek… he……”
Eventually, strength left my hands first, and my arms dropped limply. While stroking the nail marks on his own neck, he also released his grip, returning my right to breathe for a moment. Looking down at me coughing in pain, he asked with genuine curiosity.
“What are you doing?”
“…I wanted to kill you.”
At my honest answer, he snorted in disbelief. Stroking the large scar on his left shoulder, he picked up my limp hand and gently placed it on top of his.
“…Last time you told me to die, you couldn’t do it.”
“……”
“If you really want to kill me, do it now. …I’ll die gladly.”
Then he grabbed my fingers, pressed the nails into the scar he’d made last time, and dragged them across it with that unpleasant sensation. He kept going until blood seeped out, using my nails like a box cutter on his own scar.
“Hiss… Ah, shit. That does hurt.”
“……”
The skin that had seemed so thick split open, and beads of blood welled up. The blood stained my fingers too, dyeing my nails red like nail polish. Without hiding or exaggerating his pain, he looked down at my dazed face, licked my blood-stained hand, then shoved it into my mouth. Wiping the wound with his own hand, he smeared the blood in a straight line across my cheek.
“…Not enough to doodle with, huh?”
“……”
Even my murderous intent toward him seemed like nothing more than an amusing game. Standing above my head, Kang Juhyuk, who toyed with me, got up for a moment, brought a cup of water from outside, poured some over the blood beading on his shoulder to clean the wound, then poured the rest into my mouth, which was filled with all kinds of fluids, to rinse it out.
“Don’t do this kind of thing in front of Hwang Suah. It’s too maniacal. Looks dangerous.”
“……”
“Of course, doing nothing at all would be best… but you won’t be satisfied with that, will you?”
“…I will be. Satisfied, that is.”
“With what?”
“That… woman. She’s just doing it without any real thought. I’ll accept that she has no intention of blackmailing me……”
Soaked countless times in his saliva, his semen, his blood—still filthy even after being rinsed with water—I whispered.
“…Don’t strangle me.”
“……”
“Please… don’t strangle me.”
…Just one thing. The only request I made to him.
“…When I strangle you, your pussy clenches so fucking hard, it’s hard to give up.”
“I’ll… make it up with something else. …Just don’t touch my neck. Please.”
“Yeah? …Got it.”
Taking my words lightly, he smiled faintly, grabbed my hair—now messy on the bed and stained with his semen—with both hands, and wrapped it around my neck like a necklace.
“…I’ll give you a present later, so I won’t touch your neck.”
“…Okay.”
“Hwang Suah… well, do whatever you want. Anyway, you’ve got that exhibitionist streak, so you’ll probably end up calling her out yourself.”
Without revealing what kind of present he meant, he confessed to putting a collar on me, looked at me with slightly softened eyes, and left the room. After sending him off, I silently cleaned up my messy room alone. But no matter how thoroughly I tidied, his scent… never disappeared.