Yggdrasil (2-40)
Han Bom clung to me inside my arms, pleading.
"Ajeossi… please… please save my oppa."
"…."
I couldn't answer her easily.
To summarize our current situation: we were attacked while leaving the dungeon and heading toward the central village.
At the same time, Han Yeo-reum was dragged away by those bastards.
I had taken Han Bom and fled, hiding away in a certain cave.
Fortunately, this cave was a safe zone.
All of this had been the plan I had ordered Yang Ji-hyeon to execute. She had sworn she would carry out every single condition I demanded. She'd confidently promised to keep Han Yeo-reum from killing himself and to make sure he watched every frame of the footage I was recording.
I already knew exactly what state Han Yeo-reum was in, but I pretended otherwise as I looked down at Han Bom.
This was a pure game of reading the room.
Han Bom had almost certainly figured out that Han Yeo-reum was a regressor. That was why, even without a regression having triggered, she seemed so certain he was still alive….
But I was playing the same game. Knowing both of their secrets completely and still pretending to be fooled was only natural.
"Han Bom… give it up. Even I can't deal with people when I don't know anything about them — not their strength, not their numbers."
"B-but A-Ajeossi, you're strong…."
"Right now, keeping you safe comes first."
"…."
No matter what, I had to show her that she was my priority.
"Han Bom… you need to face reality. You only get one life. And right now, yours is the one that matters to me."
"…."
"Even I can't risk everything for that guy's sake— mmph…."
"Mmh…"
Han Bom suddenly kissed me.
I didn't push her lips away.
Instead I felt her tongue twining with mine as I closed a hand over her breast.
Small as it was, that chest held more meaning for me than any other.
Of every pair of breasts I had ever taken into my mouth, Han Bom's held the record — so thoroughly that something almost like maternal affection for her had started to take root in a corner of my heart.
After several minutes of that relentless kiss, Han Bom pulled back with a flushed face and spoke in a subdued voice.
"Please… I'll do anything. My oppa he's garbage, but he's still family."
"…Anything?"
"Yes! We have a contract, don't we? Use it however you want… just… save my oppa."
She was begging. Whether it was sincere, I couldn't say. But one thing was certain.
'Finally. She's mine.'
I began slowly peeling off Han Bom's lower clothes.
Perched on the rock, she trembled like a leaf in the wind, thighs clenched tight.
Those slim, firm thighs locked around the pants trying to slide free of her hips.
"Han Bom, if you do that I can't get them off."
"Th-that… l-later… save my oppa first…."
"No. I'm risking my life for this. I can't put it off for some vague later."
"Th… nn…. W-what if Red Summoners show up while we're…."
"This is a safe zone anyway. If they come, I'll deal with them before they even get inside."
"Nnnn…"
Unable to argue, Han Bom gradually loosened the tension in her thighs.
As the white hot-pants slid down, Han Bom's genitals, completely bare without a single thread of clothing, were revealed in full view.
I set both hands on her thighs and began freely caressing them.
"Wow… you said you did ballet, right? Your legs really are beautiful."
"Hnn…"
My hands wandered over her lean lower body, then gradually drifted toward her crotch — and there I felt her resistance once more. Han Bom clamped her thighs shut, sealing off the passage to her most private valley completely.
If I forced a finger in, I could have managed it easily enough. But I wanted to draw her shame out further.
"Han Bom… relax your legs a little."
"Ugh…"
She parted her legs just enough for my fingers to slip between them. The moment I felt the tension leave her thighs, I wrenched them wide open to either side.
Fwhap!
"Aaaah! No! Let go!"
"Come on, don't cover it with your hands. It's a nice view."
Han Bom thrashed, both palms clamped over her pussy as she cried out.
No matter how hard she strained, those spread legs would not close.
Even ballet-trained lower body strength was useless once the legs had already been forced open — she simply couldn't shut them under her own power.
Spread wide like that, her thighs had no leverage left to squeeze; they could only yield to the strength of my arms.
All she could do was throw up a barricade of both palms over her genitals.
"Please… let go of my hands… it's so embarrassing…."
"That's my line, actually. Move your hands, Han Bom."
"A-Ajeossi…."
"I want to burn the sight of your body into my eyes."
"Ugh…"
Whether she understood my words or not, Han Bom began to slowly move her hands away.
She was exposing her genitals, which she herself had likely never seen properly in her life, clearly to a man.
Her pink valley was already damp, the plump outer folds pressed tightly together, completely hiding her inner lips and clitoris.
No pubic hair… not even a glimpse of the inner lips….
It was a pussy so immaculately clean it looked like something out of a game — not a speck of impurity on it.
Still holding her legs spread wide, I made a request.
"Han Bom, hold your legs like this for me."
"Ugh… Ajeossi… the mood just completely changed…."
"This might be the last time, you know."
"D-don't say things like that…."
Embarrassed as she was, worry for me still showed in her eyes as she began to obey and that obedience only excited me further.
The legs that had been spread at roughly a hundred and twenty degrees suddenly opened past a full hundred and eighty, splaying wide.
Han Bom parted them to either side as lightly as if she were running through a ballet stretch.
The motion itself was effortless — but the weight crushing down on her mind was plain to see.
Her face flushed scarlet with shame, beads of sweat broke out across her whole body, and tears even began to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"Wow… ballet really is something else."
"Ugh… are you going to keep making it more embarrassing?"
I gave a short laugh and bent at the waist between her spread legs.
First, I needed to part the flesh covering her pussy.
My tongue dragged a slow, wet line through the cleft of her valley.
"Kyaah! Th-that's dirty!"
"Slurp. Lick."
"Nngh! Hnn! No!"
Han Bom writhed with shame, yet she never released her grip on her own legs.
If anything, she seemed to be straining not to let them close.
After several passes of my tongue through that valley, her pink interior gradually began to reveal itself.
The inner lips and clitoris that had never once seen sunlight unfurled like roses, as if thanking me for granting them their day in the sun.
The twitching hole looked too tight for even a single thread to enter — yet it pulsed, dribbling love juices in small protests, as if demanding my cock.
"Well then, I should give it to you."
"What did you say? A-Ajeossi… haah…"
Han Bom had been frowning in confusion at my words — until I stripped off my pants, and she turned her head away in shock. She'd seen it several times already, but her eyes still didn't seem used to it. My cock, standing rigid, was pure threat to her.
I didn't insert my penis into her pussy immediately; instead, I began to rub it back and forth along her valley..
"Nngh! Hnn! Haah!"
"Let's get you a little wetter first."
My cock felt the soft flesh of her pussy and began heating my heart in turn. This act was more about multiplying her pleasure than mine. A first experience had to be tailored entirely to the woman. That was the only way to properly apply the subjugation.
Every time I rubbed my cock along her outer folds, Han Bom closed her eyes and moaned.
"Haahn… good… a little faster…."
"Your skin is so soft, Han Bom. The best."
"Nnh! Th-that's a little… haahn…"
I deliberately mixed degrading remarks into what I said, pressing her with them. There was a reason I kept feeding her lines like that.
The recording.
I had set up a camera without her knowing, and every single thing between us was being filmed. Fortunately, Han Bom seemed to take the occasional degrading comments I tossed out quite well — and even get off on them.
After rubbing her pussy several times, I lifted my penis.
Squelch...
Thick strands of her love juices clung to the shaft and poured down onto her pussy like a waterfall carrying the Milky Way.
The sticky wetness binding my pillar to her valley was so beautiful it looked like a scene from the creation of heaven and earth.
The preparations were finished.
I leaned over her, looking down, and spoke.
"If you don't want this, say so now. I'll stop."
"…Ajeossi."
"Yes."
Han Bom closed her eyes, drew a deep breath that lifted her chest, then exhaled and opened her mouth with a languid expression.
"I love you. Mmh… chuu… slurp…."
"Mmh…"
I kissed her as I positioned myself to press the head of my cock against her entrance.
The moment the tip settled between her inner lips, Han Bom began to tremble hard with tension.
She must have remembered how it hadn't gone in easily before, but this time was different; back then, there had been no foreplay at all, just a raw attempt at insertion.
Now her body was fully prepared.
Prepared to become a slave to my cock.
I slowly pushed the head inside her.
"Nngh… haa-nngh…"
"Haa… absolute best…."
I couldn't stop the sounds of pure admiration.
Only the tip was in, and already it was the finest pussy I had ever tasted.
Tight, soft, and clamping down hard all at once — calling Han Bom's pussy a perfect trinity would not have been an exaggeration.
The exterior, the interior, and the virgin membrane she still carried….
"It hurts…."
"Sorry! I… I can't stop!"
"I-it's fine! Just put it in! Aaugh!"
Pleasure and pain seemed to scramble her mind, because she slipped back into informal speech.
And when I thought about it, hearing her talk casually actually put me at ease.
'Once this is done, let's just speak comfortably.'
But I had no intention of changing the way she addressed me.
"Ajeossi… Ajeossi… come in! Nngh! Aaugh!!"
That word — Ajeossi — made the head of my cock swell even thicker, letting me carve the inside of her completely with my shaft.
Schlick….
"Nngh! Haahn…. Haa… haa…."
Feeling her hymen tear for the first time, Han Bom's eyes flew wide, pupils contracting as she moaned. My cock kept sinking deeper until the head sent a signal.
I'd arrived.
The first triumphant report of reaching Han Bom's womb. As the victor, I could now claim the glory of tasting her insides and her womb.
"Nngh… Ajeossi… haah…. hnn…."
Tears ran down her face, yet she still gripped both legs and refused to let go. Looking down at her, I spoke.
"Wow… the inside of you is the best, Han Bom. Ha-yeon doesn't even compare…."
"Haa… nngh… wait… if you move… haahn!"
I slowly drew my cock back out of that crushing tightness. But as I pulled back, Han Bom's body came with me.
"Haa! Haa! W-wait! Haahn! Hnn!"
"Wow… of every woman I've ever been with, you're the best."
With those words I drove back into her.
Schlick….
"Haaaahn!"
Every single thrust wrung an incredible moan out of her.
Holding her spread crotch firmly so she wouldn't be dragged along, I began a steady piston while caressing her.
Schlick… schlick… schlick… schlick….
"Haahn! What is this! Haaaahn! Good! It feels so good!"
"Kh! The way you clamp down is on a completely different level from other women!"
"Haahn! B-better than Ha-yeon unnie? Nngh! Haahn!"
"The best! I don't need Ha-yeon! Kh!"
At that declaration, Han Bom's expression went slack, her disheveled hair framing a smile soaked in pleasure, as if her soul had left her body.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
"You like my pussy? Haahn! Better than unnie's, right? Haaahn!"
"Fucking best! Han Bom! Your pussy tastes fucking incredible!"
"Haahn! Your cock tastes amazing too, Ajeossi! This is the best! Haahn! I don't need anything else! As long as I have your cock! Haahn! I don't need my oppa!"
The moment I heard her words, I felt a surge of pleasure not from the act with a woman named Han Bom, but from the act of fucking Han Yeo-reum's younger sister.
Bold, unrestrained, fiercely proud, yet willing to bend when family was involved.
That same little sister of Han Yeo-reum was now baring her belly to me, legs split wide, a slave to my cock.
I explosively increased the speed of my piston motion.
Schlickschlickschlickschlickschlickschlick.
"Haha! Earlier you were begging me to save your brother, weren't you?"
"No! Your cock is better, Ajeossi! Haaaahn! Faster! Go faster!!"
"Fine! I won't take responsibility if you get pregnant — that okay?"
"It's okay! I'll… I'll take responsibility for Ajeossi's baby myself! Haaaaahn!"
Han Bom's words excited me even more, and with a flushed face, I entered the final stage.
My balls sent the signal that they couldn't hold on any longer.
Schlickschlickschlickschlickschlickschlick.
"Coming! Han Bom! I'm coming!"
"Haaaaaaaahn!"
"Khh!"
"Hiiik—!"
The semen in my balls surged up through my urethra and stormed into the most secret, most important place in Han Bom's body.
I felt it through the squeeze — my seed pouring into her completely unguarded womb.
An incredible clamp.
Her pussy sealed everything shut, not letting a single drop escape.
In that crushing grip I felt her orgasm.
Only after finishing several ejaculations did I come to my senses and check Han Bom's condition.
"Heeh… Ajeossi's baby…. I want it…."
Her eyes were unfocused, her mind floating somewhere far away. I slowly withdrew my cock and watched the semen still dripping from the tip.
"Hnn…"
Confirming the flow of seed, I carefully turned my gaze toward the hidden camera and spoke in a voice she couldn't hear.
On the screen, Sung Su-ho's semen spilling from Han Bom's pussy played back in vivid color and razor-sharp resolution. That exceptional image quality — and Han Bom's voice, ringing clear — poured straight into Han Yeo-reum's ears.
"Hnn… Ajeossi's baby… I want it…."
— whispered, too quiet for Han Bom to hear —
"Thanks a fucking lot. Really, thanks for giving me Han Bom. You're the greatest benefactor of my entire life."
"…."
Han Yeo-reum stared at Sung Su-ho's vile smile with dead eyes. But Sung Su-ho's face never registered in his vision.
'Bom-ah… no… you… there's no way… it's fake… that has to be…. Han Bom would never do that….'
Watching his little sister spasm with her legs spread wide, Han Yeo-reum could only repeat the same hollow hope over and over, as if his brain had lagged.