Failed Excuse
My heart hammered against my ribs, and my stomach twisted with nausea. His eyes held not a single flicker of understanding—they looked ready to devour me whole. You recorded it first, so this is your fault. You were the one who slinked into someone else's house while playing the poor victim, so this is your fault. Plenty of arguments bubbled up inside me, but my lips trembled so violently I couldn't force the words out.
“E-eh, uh, th-that… ngh… ugh…”
When my mouth refused to open, he angrily chased my tongue in a crude, filthy kiss. I had already learned several times over that once Kang Juhyuk began violating my body, there was no prying him off. His lewd tongue hunted down my fleeing one, coiled around it, and toyed with me mercilessly. I had never even kissed a man before, yet I grudgingly admitted he was disgustingly skilled at it.
“Phew… haa…”
“…Answer me. Why did you touch it?”
The way he shoved his voice into my ear the instant he released my tongue was pure malice. A man this handsome committing such a vile act, whispering with a face that wouldn’t look strange even if he had killed someone—it was genuinely terrifying. I was scared. If I didn’t answer, he might lock me away and rape me until I died. It sounded insane, but that primal fear kept clawing at my mind.
“Haa, th-that is…”
“You don’t want to answer?”
“No, I mean, it’s just that…”
It was clearly him who had done wrong. So why was I the one shaking, begging for forgiveness and mercy? My mind screamed at me to stand tall, point it out, and kick a bastard like him to the curb—but my body was paralyzed by fear and refused to move.
“You don’t want to answer… I see. Fine.”
“Ah, wait—wait…!”
He yanked me close, supporting my ass with one hand, and rubbed his cockhead against my entrance just like before. The sticky, slippery thing slowly got sucked inside me. My stupid inner walls didn’t push him out at all. Instead, they gushed fluids and welcomed him eagerly.
“If you won’t even confess after doing something wrong, you need to be punished. Right?”
With just one rubber barrier gone, the resistance felt entirely different from earlier. My hips shuddered, and with a wet schlick-schlick, his cock forced its way between my folds. It filled me. My insides—stuffed full of his filthy cock.
“Wait, ugh…! Stop, take it out…!”
“…Why should I listen to a thieving bitch?”
I wanted to stand somehow, but my legs were locked around his waist. No matter how I tried to unwrap them, no strength came. The only arm holding me up gradually relaxed, slowly feeding that filthy thing deeper. It should have felt dirty, unpleasant, disgusting, repulsive—but the horrible pleasure from yesterday kept resurfacing, setting my body on fire.
“Take it out! Who are you calling a thieving bitch!”
“If it wasn’t stealing, then answer. Why did you touch someone else’s phone?”
“Haa… that was… to delete the recording…”
“Why erase someone else’s precious evidence? Planning to report me? Destroying evidence, are we?”
“That’s not it…!”
I answered honestly, desperate to defuse the situation, but of course Kang Juhyuk had no intention of forgiving me. He loosened his arm further and pushed his bare cock inside with a slick sound. My walls scraped against him, spreading unpleasant pleasure through every nerve until my head spun.
“Then what? Did you hate having sex with me that much?”
“No, no…”
“…I told you not to lie. Be honest. Honest. Who’s going to eat you up?”
“You, ugh…”
Even while already devouring me, his shameless tongue provoked me and expertly ravaged the inside of my mouth. How many times had this been now? I couldn’t even remember. I had no attention to spare for my tongue being obscenely violated. The terror of what would happen if he let his arm go completely was too overwhelming. I couldn’t think at all.
“Phaah… heu… Kang, Kang Juhyuk…”
“Be honest. Why did you delete it?”
“That, that was… because I thought you’d… blackmail me…”
“Blackmail? Why would I blackmail you? …I don’t need to blackmail someone who spreads her legs this well.”
“You, fuck—mmh…!”
His hand crept closer to his own thigh while my pussy accepted his cock like an idiot, ignoring its owner entirely. If it hurt enough to make me want to die, I could at least scream, but because he pushed in so slowly, the pain never fully hit. All I felt was a creeping pressure building in my belly that left me utterly powerless.
“Still, you answered properly, so I’ll give you a reward. Stick your tongue out.”
“That kind of—ngh… chu, chuu…”
I no longer had any strength left to escape his tongue, which now casually explored my mouth as if it belonged there. If I closed my lips, breathing became too difficult, and even blocking him was hard. He sucked on me exactly as he wanted, until there was more of his saliva in my mouth than my own. I couldn’t spit out that filthy fluid, and when he relaxed his arm again, I had no choice but to swallow it with a gulp.
Pressing my pounding heart against his chest, my ass finally met his thighs. It was all the way in. That symbol of his masculinity—completely buried inside the place that symbolized my femininity.
“Heek… heek…”
“…I haven’t put it all in yet, Haeun.”
“What…”
But Kang Juhyuk kept saying strange things. It should have been the end. It couldn’t possibly get any worse. My stomach throbbed so badly I couldn’t even squirm, yet he whispered those bizarre words and painfully dug his fingers into my ass. He lifted me, slightly pulling his cock out, then dropped me again—thud.
“Ugh…! Ohh… stop, stooop…!”
“That’s why I told you. Kiss me and I’ll go easy.”
“Heek, he… I did, you, you kissed so fucking much…”
“You told me to. You did.”
“Yeah, ngh…”
As he lifted my body again, I clung to him with my whole frame and desperately licked his tongue. Curling my powerless toes, I explored his lips. This can’t happen. It really can’t. I’ll break. The feeling of my organs being crushed, breath cut off—I never wanted to feel it again. No matter how obscene, dirty, or repulsive, kissing was better. This was better.
“Bwah… haak, just, just a little more… in…”
“…Answer well and I’ll hold you up.”
“What is it…”
“Do you hate me?”
“Huh…?”
“I asked if you hate me. Am I disgusting? Do you want to kill me?”
“…”
“Be honest. …Or should I let go?”
“I hate you, so fucking much, so fucking much! You’re disgusting, I want to kill you…!”
“…Then kiss me. Hurry.”
“Yeah, chuu…”
I poured out my honest feelings and clung to him. I hated him so much, found him repulsive, wanted to kill him. But if I didn’t swallow his saliva past my throat, I couldn’t endure it. I had no choice but to rub the breasts that strangers had ogled every single day against him. This isn’t because his cock feels good. If I didn’t do this, the bastard would thrust all the way to the end…!
“Phe… hee…”
“…Answer well again and I’ll stop right here. Understand?”
“Yeah, mmm…!”
“You’ve never had sex with a man before, right?”
“…Yeah, ugh…!”
I hated the Kang Juhyuk who relaxed his arm even after my honest answer more than the Kang Juhyuk who asked such a vulgar question. I had seen plenty of people whose heads were full of nothing but that, but this was the first time someone stood over me and toyed with me from beginning to end.
“I told you to be honest. Did you forget we had sex yesterday?”
“Ah, yeah…! I did it, I did it with you. My first time… with you.”
“Yeah? How was it?”
“W-what…?”
“When a guy you fought with so badly pounds your cunt and fucks you senseless, how did it feel?”
“…It, it felt good, mmm…! Hey, hey, I was being honest…!”
“Oh, really? I figured you were lying. Obviously. Never seen anyone feel it from the very first time.”
“It’s true, it’s really true…! It felt, it felt good, that thing…”
“…Exactly where?”
“My p-pussy and… when you touched my clit…”
“What was it stuffed with?”
“……”
I hated him so much for trying to drag out words I absolutely refused to say that I chose to cover his mouth instead. I wrapped my arms around his neck, acting coy, and—contrary to before—spat my own saliva into his mouth. But as if my tongue work was pathetic, he skillfully pushed my tongue aside, leaned back slightly, and pulled away from me.
“No matter how badly you want to kiss, you have to answer first, Haeun.”
“…Ugh, ah, I’ll do it, I’ll do it! Your cock, your cock felt good…!”
“If it felt that good you should have said so sooner. …Now you can kiss.”
In front of a man like this, I had spat out words I never wanted to utter, then let his tongue wash my sticky, filthy mouth. It was dirty, of course, but still less filthy than a woman who spoke such vulgarities out of fear of one cock. Less filthy than me rubbing my large breasts against a man while desperately begging for a kiss.
“Haak, haa… stop, take it out slowly…!”
“I still have plenty of questions left, and you’re already asking me to pull out?”
“You, you’re going to cum like this…! I can’t take it… really…”
“What, is it a dangerous day? Can’t I cum inside?”
“You can’t, really! I’m not joking, really—stop, stop, stop…!”
At the end of my desperate, defiled cry, he made a brief pondering face before lifting me up and pulling his cock out with a wet pop. The thick, long thing that had been tormenting me from within finally left, letting me breathe a little easier, but my heart still pounded violently.
With the strength supporting me gone, my legs that couldn’t even squat gave out completely. I collapsed against his chest. He stroked me a few times, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and lifted my head. Looking at me with gentle eyes, he said,
“…I stopped like you wanted, so will you do me a favor?”
“…”
“Suck my cock. Don’t make it stand up—just hold it in your mouth and lick every inch.”
What a cruel thing to say. Delivered with a bright, beaming smile so I couldn’t possibly refuse. …The first cock I had ever taken into my mouth, Kang Juhyuk’s semen, tasted dirty, fishy, disgusting, and nauseating. He spared me from having to swallow it, and for that small mercy I actually felt grateful.