The School Uniform Girl (4)
My head feels like it's breaking apart. I can't control my breathing no matter how hard I try. Just as Kang Juhyuk wants, I'm panting desperately, one leg hiked high while my face is shoved into the pillow. With my body twisted so only my face and breasts are turned sideways, he kneels behind me, fucking me exactly how he pleases, letting me hear the raw, masculine sound of his breathing.
“Haa… haa… you crazy fucking bastard…”
I have no idea how many dozens of minutes I've been toyed with by him. It might have been over an hour, or maybe not even ten minutes. My insides are clenching so violently I can't even begin to calculate it properly. Flashes of light explode behind my eyes. My vision blurs.
“Why? I didn't put on a condom. If I fuck you raw, I'm obviously going to cum inside.”
“But still… ngh, ahh…! Haa… aah…!”
He teases me by thrusting slowly at first, then suddenly slams in deep and hard. Right before I lose my mind completely, he always gives me a moment to breathe, gently stroking only my nipples. Even though his cock is twitching like it's about to explode, he never cums.
“Hoo… Ah. Good thing I pulled out earlier. Otherwise I would've cum already.”
“Heek… heh… Hurry up and cum, you son of a bitch…!”
“How many chances do I get to fuck you in your school uniform, huh?”
“You bastard… ugh…”
As I catch my breath for a brief moment and look forward with hazy eyes, his massive, muscular body greets me. When I lift my gaze a little higher, I see his thick forearms and fingers, and the camera connected to them recording every obscene detail of me. Sweating so much that strands of hair stick to my cheeks, wearing a pitch-black one-piece style school uniform, skirt hiked up to expose my bouncing breasts, panties dangling around my thighs as I'm roughly fucked.
“Hoo… I'll pull out for a second, so sit up.”
Kang Juhyuk gives the order and forces me upright, dropping me onto his lap. He doesn't give me even a second to refuse or agree, simply making me obey his command.
“Lift your ass a little. I need to put it back in.”
“Fuck… I told you I'm out of strength… I've been saying it for a while now…!”
“Then grab my cock and put it in yourself. I'll thrust it in for you.”
I mentally spit at him for only giving me that one pathetic choice. I wrap my hand around his cock. It's slick, rock-hard, and burning hot. When I press the head against my equally drenched pussy, it clings perfectly even though I can't see it. The tingling, electric sensation instinctively tells me I need to take it inside.
The moment that slippery cockhead starts stretching my sticky entrance wider—
“Ugh… ngh…! Hoo… ha… haa…”
He grips my ass with both hands and slowly lowers me until our pelvises meet completely.
“Stick your tongue out. Tongue.”
“No… get away… ngh…”
His thick cock fills me up again, and with my strength already gone, I have no choice but to lean against him. Even if I turn my head, shake it, or try to avoid him, I can't resist anymore as he grabs my nape instead and licks my lips. Under his rough, demanding tongue, my lips part easily, and my tongue naturally slips out, getting sucked into his mouth.
Our saliva mixes, filthy wet sounds rape my ears, and the sensitivity of our joined mucous membranes grows even more intense.
“Puh… hoo… haa… I said I hate kissing…”
“You kiss my cock so well, but you can't kiss my mouth?”
“That too… I hate it… haaang…!”
The second he gives me the tiniest moment to breathe, he yanks my exhausted body tight against him and starts slamming his hips like a madman. He pins my nape against his shoulder so I can't pull away even an inch, pounding into me with deep, forceful thrusts. My hands, which had been curling up with nowhere to go, are forced onto his shoulders so I have no choice but to cling to him.
Then, with loud smacking sounds that leave handprints on my ass, he growls right into my ear.
“Fuck… Haeun's pussy is so insanely tight and chewy, for real…”
“Shut up… ngh, uhh…!”
He even shoves his tongue into my ear canal, raping every sense. Not just touch, but hearing too—he coats my ear with saliva just like my insides.
“Hoo……”
Only after thoroughly defiling me like that does Kang Juhyuk finally let out a pathetic sigh, revealing his limit.
“Haa, haa… Hurry up and cum already, you fucking bastard… ah, ahh, aahng…!”
The moment he hears my curse, he suddenly stands up, carries me off the bed, and stomps heavily toward the kitchen while still buried inside me.
“Haak, hey, hey, put me down, it hurts…! Ngh, ugh, huuu…”
With every single step he takes, my insides scream. At some point he must have grabbed his phone—its hard, cold surface presses against my back, making everything feel painfully real. This isn't a delusion or a nightmare. It's undeniable reality.
If I let go of him now, I'd probably fall, so my arms and legs instinctively cling to his body. I wrap both legs tightly around his waist, both arms locked around his neck, my panties slipping off my thighs and falling to the floor as he carries me to the dining table and slams me down on it, still impaled on his cock. The phone that had been against my back clatters loudly onto the table.
I thought he'd pin me down and fuck me furiously, but—
“Hey. Wrap your legs around me tight. You're gonna fall.”
“What the… ngh, haaang…! Ugh, stop, you psycho…”
Kang Juhyuk slightly lifts my skirt where I'm lying on the table, then lifts me again. Using my own body weight, he starts brutally violating me, slamming me down so deep it feels like he's piercing straight through me.
“Hey, no, it hurts, it hurts, stop, ugh…!”
The flashes that had been exploding in my head vanish. A bright red siren begins blaring, paralyzing my entire body. Hanging helplessly from him as his cock drills into me, I feel like my life is in danger. I can't let him reach this deep. If he goes any further, it's really dangerous. I'll be torn apart.
Not just my belly, but my heart is screaming.
“Stop?”
“Stop, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong…!”
“…For what?”
“I don't know, haa, I don't know, but I'm sorry…!”
I don't even know who I'm apologizing to or what for, but I beg desperately in my heart with hands that can't move, pleading for forgiveness. I'd wished so badly for him to finish quickly, but now the terrifying thought that if he keeps fucking me like this I'll really break, the horrible delusion that if he pulls out my insides will tear apart, makes my sticky walls convulse and cling to him even tighter.
“…If you did something wrong, apologize properly.”
“Haa, apologize… apologize…?”
Accepting my desperate plea, he lays me back down on the table for a moment. While teasing my already-soaked ear, he demands my sincere apology in a scorching voice.
“Apologize using the most vulgar words you can think of. …Then I'll forgive you.”
“…”
He's doing everything he can to strip away this woman's dignity, to drag me to the floor and grind me under dirty shoes.
To him, I—
“…Not going to?”
“I will, I'll do it…”
“Hurry up.”
It's not strange to call it hideous. It's not strange to call it scorching. Clinging to him so tightly—
“My… my breasts are so big…”
“And… I don't have… any pubic hair…”
To protect the last thread of my womanhood—
“High schooler Haeun… please… rape… rape me…”
Instead of me, he's brutally defiling the me from ten years ago.
“…What color is it?”
“…Pi… pink…”
Shoved against the hard table—
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“Anywhere… you want… ahh♡”
Impaled on his rock-hard cock, my whole body begins to tremble violently as if seized by convulsions. Even my moans are swallowed by him. I surrender my body to the pleasure of being raped by a psychopath, taking the semen of the most disgusting man in the world—
spurt, spurt, spuuurt…
Completely, thickly, all of it, deep inside my pussy.
“…Hoo.”
Even after such violent sex, Kang Juhyuk recovers his energy with just one satisfied breath. He slowly pulls his cock out of me, picks up the phone he'd left on the table, and records every single vulgar detail of my ruined state. The black school uniform, now darker from being soaked in sweat. The cum slowly oozing from between my limp legs hanging off the table. My face, with dozens of wet strands of hair stuck to my cheeks, flushed redder than red.
“…Get down. You look uncomfortable.”
He easily lifts me and forces me to kneel on the living room floor. He was about to shove his cock—covered in every kind of fluid—into my mouth, but suddenly changes his mind and uses my long, soft hair to wipe it clean. He records that too. Every single moment.
Only after completely shattering me does he drop his phone onto the floor with a clatter, a satisfied look on his face.
I didn't even think about grabbing the phone and smashing it.
“Ah, look over here.”
From the bottom of my heart to the tips of my fingers and toes—
“Who are you?”
“…Seo… Seo Haeun…”
The sensation of every last bit of my pride and dignity crumbling one by one—
“How old are you?”
“…Twenty-six…”
So horrifying I never want to experience it again until the day I die—
“…Cut the bullshit. How old are you?”
“…Se… seventeen…”
“Good girl.”
It was that electrifying, terrifying pleasure.