SeoXX of XXX Academy's Second-Year Class Six (3)
I know what I'm doing is just mental gymnastics. The one getting fucked like a dog by this man is me—Seo Haeun, twenty-six years old. My tits are still huge, and I'm still a half-unemployed loser. But at least in the phone screen this bastard keeps shoving at me, I can pretend I'm someone else.
"…If you want to get fucked that badly, bite down on your skirt."
At his command, the good, pretty, top-of-the-class high school girl I used to be bites down on the hem of her skirt. Right in front of a crazy psychopath ex-baseball player whose only thought is to fuck me. …Well, the psychopath part isn't really acting.
"Good girl. Stay down like that."
"…Puh, if you're gonna make me lie down, do I really need to bite it…?"
Back then I swore I'd never date another baseball player even if I died and came back to life. Dad was never a good father either. That insane stalker who used to follow me around in high school was on the baseball team too. But here I am, crawling on all fours in front of a piece of trash so disgusting he makes both of them look decent by comparison.
"Don't spit it out on your own."
The trash walks up behind me, shoves the skirt I just spat out back into my mouth, and slaps my ass with loud, sharp smacks. …God, his hands are disgustingly big. Annoying as hell. To prove I'm still biting down properly, I glance back at him.
The unpleasant glare he used to give me years ago when he picked fights is gone. So is the friendly, good-natured, dumb-looking expression he wore after we met again. Even the nauseating, terrifying look in his eyes when he put the collar around my neck outside isn't there.
"Don't arch your back so half-assed. Lift your hips. Face down in the pillow. Ass all the way out. That's it."
"…"
Pure instinct. Raw lust for the woman named Seo Haeun. The ugly greed of wanting to keep the grapes everyone else wants all to himself, high up on some unreachable shelf. I never knew this man's true nature until now, but even from this distance I can hear his heart pounding loud enough to hurt my ears—too many beats to count on my fingers.
"Okay. …Spread it."
"…"
"Don't use both hands. One hand. Index and middle finger. Good. Just like that."
Following the way he guides me, I place my hand on my pussy and expose the part of me no one but Kang Juhyuk has ever seen. Whether I should call it pure because it's only ever been violated by one man, or filthy because it's been violated by the one man I'd kill without hesitation if I could—it's ambiguous. I offer that ambiguous place to him once more.
"Look over here. Still biting the skirt."
"…"
But he records even the moment I'm offering up my chastity. As if declaring he'll be the one to defile every part of me, he captures on his phone the video no one else should ever see. My ass with the skirt in my mouth, my asshole scrubbed clean because I was terrified he'd find fault with it, my pussy spread in a V with my own fingers—everything.
"…I thought you'd start bitching, but you're surprisingly well-behaved."
"…If I bitch, you won't film it?"
"No."
"You sick bastard…"
Deceived by the sweet words of a man I despise, stripping naked in front of him, exposing everything precious, spreading my pussy in a V like I'm posing for a commemorative photo, seducing him as if begging to be devoured. A lewd display more obscene than any video or photo he's ever taken of me plays slowly in my mind.
"…! ……, Ah, it hurts. Gently…"
"Endure it. I need to capture how your ass jiggles too."
"Crazy psychopath, …! ……."
I can easily picture Kang Juhyuk's face as he growls and slaps my ass. A moan almost slips out, but I manage to stifle it by covering my mouth with my left hand. Still, I know if he keeps tormenting me like this, those lewd sounds will eventually spill out. The bed creaking, my whimpering moans filling the room, loud enough to keep the people upstairs awake. I know this obscene night will continue. And at the end of it, I'll pass out, and he'll record me however he wants while I'm unconscious.
…But that's fine. It doesn't matter. Because it's not me. It's not the twenty-six-year-old Seo Haeun—it's SeoXX in a school uniform getting raped.
"…Fuck. Spit the skirt out for a second."
"Puh…, whyyy…"
"If you're gonna make that kind of face, you might as well moan like a slut too."
"…! …."
The moment the short recording ends, he starts tormenting my clit with his fingers. Maybe because I've only been taking care of his needs and not getting touched myself lately, my body trembles violently. Every time those thick fingers brush against the hand holding my pussy open, the pleasure is dizzying. No matter how much I act, pain and pleasure don't disappear. The sensation is neither too strong nor too weak, so my mind stays painfully clear, forcing me to know exactly what I'm pretending to be.
"Ah, I can't hold back. Stay just like that."
"…Ugh, uht…"
The second my mind clears, he pushes the head of his cock into my pussy, which has gotten soaking wet in that short time. Squish, squelch. The heavy weight being sucked in so greedily tightens around my heart.
"Relax."
"I did…"
I answer his unreasonable demand without thinking, then quickly cover my mouth. In the video he's filming, I'm supposed to be the victim being raped. Only if he treats me coercively can I remain the victim all the way through the footage. Only then can I be recorded as SeoXX, the high school girl being raped by the psychopath Kang Juhyuk.
"…Haven't had sex in a while, so you were lonely, huh?"
"Who…! was lonelyyy…"
But contrary to my expectations, he covers me with his lust-drunk breaths while whispering sweetly into my ear.
"Ang, haang…, ah…"
He shoves his hand under the dress shirt of the school uniform, roughly squeezes my mature breasts, and pounds his cock into me so my body gets driven deep into the mattress. Not fast. Slow and deliberate. So I can feel every inch of that grotesque size and weight. Even with such brief foreplay, my pussy—already drenched without caring about its owner—welcomes that monstrous cock with shameful eagerness.
"…Hoo, ugh…, th-that's enough…"
"Just a little more, just a little…"
"Stop ittt…!"
His cock keeps driving into me with the clear intent to defile me without a condom, and every time it slams in, it ignores its master's words while shedding tears of gratitude—just like I once ignored the warnings of my own heart.
"Haeun-ah, ah, Seo Haeun…, fuck…"
"Heh…, haak…, haa…"
Even while letting out those lust-drunk sounds, he never fucks me roughly. As if his already overwhelming body is enough, he slowly melts me down. Thud, thud. Squelch, squelch. As if that vicious filming earlier was a lie, he treats me like a lover.
"How long has it been since I last fucked Haeun's pussy, damn it…"
"Ha…, you crazy…, bastard, finally…"
But apparently that gentle pace isn't enough to satisfy him, so just as expected, he starts mocking me with vulgar dirty talk.
"You know how fucking hot it is to put a school uniform on a girl with tits this big and fuck her?"
"I don't knowww…, you idiot…"
His hips don't change speed. Slow. Now he's raping my ears too.
"Shit… really. If I'd known you were my classmate, I would've fucked you back in high school…"
"Idiot…, bastard, haak…. You think you were the only one like that…?"
"Even now, you're spreading for me first. You think you wouldn't have back then?"
"Fuck… off, uung…! Haa…, back then they all had buzz cuts, the baseball…, bastards…"
He spits on even the brightest, most vibrant part of my past, mixing it with filthy words.
"You still walk around with a shaved head, you stupid bitch."
"That's different from back then, you idiot…!"
"…Right. Those idiot bastards and I are different, huh? You spread your legs because I'm tall and my cock's big. …Isn't that it?"
He twists my closed-off past—where I never gave my body or heart to anyone—into something vile and uses it to mock me. He turns the fact that I only ever offered myself to him into proof that I'm a lewd woman.
"No, you sick fuck…! Oook…!"
When I deny it, he finally unleashes the desire he's been holding back and drives deep into me with brutal thrusts. Hard enough to stop my breath for a moment. Intense pain and pleasure mix together, numbing my brain.
"That's right, fuck…. When you tried fucking yourself with a pen it wasn't enough, was it?"
"Haak, I didn't, you crazy bastard…, uung…"
"Then did you use a dildo?"
"Crazy bastard, you tore me open, don't say such bullshit…! Haa, haa…"
The moment I confess with my own mouth that he took my virginity, he reins himself back in, slowly pulls his cock out of my deepest parts, and carefully breathes life back into my paralyzed mind. His fully erect cock never explodes, just twitches and throbs.
"Yeah, fuck…, I was the one who popped your cherry. While squeezing these huge tits and fucking you until you passed out."
"Heek…, raping me is, crazy, something to brag about…?"
"For someone like you, it is, hoo…"
"Haa, you psychopath bastard, seriously…"
Never lose control. …Until I forget what I'm even wearing.