Zero Experience (7): The Mire
His heavy hips keep craving me without end. He could stop, but he doesn't rest, doesn't pause. Not until my head floats up only to be buried in the swamp, flailing helplessly.
“Hahk…, haaahk….” When I force my heavy eyelids open, his face is always there, covering mine. No trace of reason remains—only raw instinct. Sharp jaw, no double eyelids, narrow eyes, a filthy gaze. If he grew a beard he'd look like a thug. Aside from his features and skin, there's nothing particularly handsome about him. A face far inferior to mine.
“…Stick out your tongue. Don't just open your mouth.”
“……”
Yet it's more masculine than any man's face I've ever seen. A face that craves me.
“…Nng…, mmph…, chuup…….”
That selfish face wants to devour my tongue, explore my mouth, churn my soaked walls, ruin everything inside me, and paint it all with his own color.
“Mmph…, hng…!♡ Mmmph…‥♡, hng…bup………♥”
He drags me out of the swamp and back onto the clouds, then thrusts deep—thud, thud, splurt, spurt, spurt. His thick cock twitches violently, and my walls tremble in response. The swollen shaft pulses inside me, pumping out endless sticky fluid. My womb, unprepared for any of it, greedily accepts every drop of his seed.
“Pwah…, hahp…, mmph…. Chuup….”
Even after pouring his seed into me, he keeps my innocent tongue tied so I can't protest. That male face.
“Hahk…, heek…. Yaa…, you, you already came…”
“…So?”
“So what, that's not—ngh…, hng……!”
Even while wearing that satisfied expression I've never seen before, even after splattering filthy paint across a clean canvas, his face still approaches again, thirst unquenched.
“Nng…, hng, haa…. Ah, wait, don't lift me…, my, my back's giving out…”
Just the way his hands support my back and hips lets me picture the pleasure waiting. Suspended in the air while he pounds into me, or completely pressed against his body while he thrusts. Both positions make my head spin, but being lifted scares me. If my strength fails, I might sink at any moment. Even if he won't drop me, I could still slip.
“I'm not lifting you. We'll do it sitting.”
“Nng…, sitting. Good. Sit me down…”
Just hearing he'd let me sit makes my heart melt. It's ridiculous, but I like it. At least if I'm leaning on him, I won't slip. I won't fall.
“Haa…, haa…”
“You're sweating too much.”
“It's hot…. Haa…”
His cock hasn't even left me, and he hasn't released me, yet just sitting on his lap, thighs pressed together, catching my breath makes goosebumps rise. Not from disgust or filth—just the sudden chill of cooler air.
“If you're hot, want me to get water? Need some?”
“…It's fine. Haa. You'll just carry the water dispenser again…”
“I can pull out for a second.”
“Nng……, hahk…. Haa. …What, seriously…?”
“Wait here.”
Unlike him, he gently pulls out and sets me on the bed with surprising tenderness. I know it's a lie. I've already tasted how vulgar and ugly his true nature is. But even knowing that, I can't reject him. The only one who can pull me out of that swamp of pleasure is him. Even if he's the one who pushed me in, the only way out is to take his filthy hand.
“Here. Water.”
“……”
I take the cold glass he offers and gulp it down, washing away the sharp alcohol taste left in my mouth. The heat still lingering in my body cools as well. My breathing, which hadn't returned yet, starts to steady—until I see him sitting beside me, cock still rock-hard, and my breath catches again.
“Ugh…, keck…. Kahk. Haa…, haa…”
“Drink slower. Don't choke.”
When I cough from the water going down wrong, his rough hand pats my back. …How long is he going to keep pretending to be gentle? He was about to keep going just moments ago and only stopped for a break. It wouldn't be strange if he dropped the sheep's mask and showed the wolf's face at any second. How long can I enjoy this deceptively calm moment?
“Haaah…. Hey, Kang Juhyuk…”
“What.”
“…Today, can't we stop here…? My back really hurts…”
Even that single polite request, spoken carefully to that terrifying face, gets rejected in silence.
“……”
…How much longer are you going to keep tasting me? Isn't this enough? You've already enjoyed me plenty…
“…Does it really hurt?”
“Yeah. It hurts, really…”
“Your back?”
“……Yeah…, kyaaak…!”
At my uncertain nod, he lifts me without a word and sits me sideways on his lap. If he stood up now, it would look like he was carrying a princess. But he doesn't treat me like a beautiful princess. Instead, he handles me like a captured prisoner who's surrendered, kneading my breasts while pushing his low, thick voice into my ear.
“…Your back really hurts?”
“I told you it does…”
“Your back? Really? …Just your back?”
“Ah, really—, haeuk…!”
Instead of my trembling back, he pinches my nipple. Then he bites my ear, licks my shoulder, and sucks hard on my breast, leaving messy marks.
“Yaa! Let go—, hahk, it hurts…”
When I push his head away, Kang Juhyuk finally releases my breast and whispers, his gentle expression gone.
“…It doesn't hurt, does it.”
“……”
He strokes my hair with that wicked smile, as if he's known from the start that I was faking.
“Why pretend it hurts. …You can't even speak when you're really in pain.”
“That's…, not pain, just exhaustion…”
“Then you're not exhausted yet. Your mouth's still working fine.”
That intense desire to keep fucking me until I collapse reaches my chest. My head. It brushes my cheek, then my ear. I'm swept up in his endless hunger. …I know exactly what state I'll be in when it finally ends.
“…Hey, Kang Juhyuk.”
“Yeah.”
“I…, I don't… hate having sex with you either, so… let's stop here for today…”
“…You like sex, so why?”
“My stomach…, my stomach's full…. I've already taken two creampies…. If we do more, I'll go weird…”
If I accept all of his endless lust, I'll definitely break. I won't be able to stand, sit, or do anything on my own. Even if I lie in bed all day taking his desire, I'm not sure I could handle it. That floating sensation I feel when he cums inside me—if I experience it for hours, it's no different from doing drugs.
“Full?”
“Nng, I'm full…, like my stomach's gonna burst…”
“…If you're full, just eat slowly. Right?”
“Ah, that's not what I—…!”
A normal life? …If carrying his cum in my womb twenty-four hours a day counts as normal, maybe. If the fishy taste never leaving my mouth counts as normal, maybe. But that can't possibly be normal…
“Stick out your tongue.”
“……”
But he gives me no escape with that firm tone. Even while keeping his own exit ready at all times. …Bastard. How long do I have to listen to you before you'll listen to even one of my small requests? How long…
“…Okay. Put your tongue back in.”
“Eh…?”
But the moment I obediently follow that bastard's words, Kang Juhyuk smirks and pushes my tongue back in with his hand.
“Put it in. …And look at the camera. You forgot about that, didn't you?”
“…Ah.”
He points straight ahead, and I focus on the phone standing there, silently watching us.
“…Who would believe you're in pain after seeing how much you enjoyed it earlier?”
…That lewd, vulgar, filthy, and intense sex that didn't even feel shameful at the time now makes me reflect.
“Say it honestly. …You want it slow this time.”
“If you say it lewdly, I'll listen. Just like before.”
I have no right to decide. I just have to beg him, plead for mercy. That's what Kang Juhyuk whispers in my ear. …That ridiculous coercion.
“…Kang… Juhyuk.”
“Yeah.”
“…If you… thrust too hard, I can't breathe…”
“…So?”
“…Haa…, please… use Haeun's pussy… carefully…”
“……”
I had no choice but to accept it with tears in my eyes.
“…Ah, um, that…, you're the one who took my virginity too. And, um, my YouTube channel is doing well, I'm popular, you know…? So please… be a little careful…”
“Does not being able to breathe have anything to do with kissing?”
“……”
At his mischievous question, I tremble with shame, lowering my head.
“Fine. …Don't stick your tongue out either. Just stay still.”
“…Okay.”
His lips, no longer rough but light and noticeably slower, now feel less burdensome as he takes me at a leisurely pace. …Even if that gentleness is fake, it doesn't matter. Once you've touched the drug, you can't quit.