Yggdrasil (2-42)
"If it won't come out on its own, I'll just squeeze it out by force. Finger her pussy a bit and it should start gushing, right?"
Muttering to myself, I slid a finger straight into Han Bom's hole.
I'd cleaned her thoroughly earlier, so I figured it would be fine. It wasn't.
"Wow… she really is tight. Clamped down so hard nothing can leak out. This is a guaranteed pregnancy."
The inside of her vagina was distinctly different from other women.
Not that it mattered. There was zero chance of Han Bom getting pregnant, and the only reason I'd said that out loud was for Han Yeo-reum's benefit.
"Eh, might as well enjoy myself."
I took Han Bom's nipple into my mouth and slipped my middle finger into her pussy, stirring it gently.
"Nngh… ah… haah…. Mmmph!"
"Suck.… Hmm… is she sensitive?"
It was ambiguous. Finger play drew out a little breast milk, but it wasn't the scene I wanted.
Push any harder in this state, though, and she'd wake up….
And in that moment, an amusing idea surfaced in my mind.
"First… let's get everything off."
I slowly stripped away the top still draped over her chest.
Once she was fully bare, I made a request to Armonia.
'Armonia, make me some bondage rope-something that can tie hands and feet.'
Understood.
The moment she spoke, a length of bondage rope materialized in front of me.
I flipped the naked Han Bom over and set to work tying her up with care.
Both hands and both feet pulled behind her back — completely restrained.
Then I turned her face-up again.
Her breast and pussy laid bare for anyone to see.
A pose designed to detonate a woman's shame.
Hands and feet bound behind her, leaving her utterly incapable of resistance.
And in that state, I took her own T-shirt and blindfolded her with it.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
The fact that Han Bom still hadn't stirred even in this position told me she was properly unconscious.
I sealed my lips around the nipple decorating her left breast and drove my fingers into her pussy.
I started with polite, measured movements — then ramped my technique to the extreme in a matter of seconds.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
"Nngh… haah… haaang! Haaaaaang!"
Han Bom woke from her faint with a startled cry, moaning as consciousness slammed back into her.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
"Wh-what the hell!! Haaang! Wh-who is that!! Who the fuck are you!!!"
Profanity I'd never heard from Han Bom before slammed against my eardrums like a hammer.
Proof of just how thoroughly panicked she was.
Couldn't see a thing, hands and feet bound, and someone was molesting her body…. Anyone who wasn't shocked would be the real freak.
But I gave her no answer at all — just sucked hard on her nipple while churning the inside of her vagina with my fingers.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
"Haaang! What is this! What the hell!! Haaang! Hwaaaang! Ajeossi!? Say something!! Haaang!"
Han Bom screamed and thrashed with her whole body.
And I could feel it — breast milk beginning to seep slowly from her nipple.
'There it is. Coming out. Let's push a little harder'.
A sadistic streak toward Han Bom kicked in, and I decided to crank my technique even higher.
She answered with moans and curses.
"Ajeossi! You're not Ajeossi, are you!? Haaang! No!! Who the fuck are you!! Haaang! Who is it!! Hnnnnngh!!!"
Sweat poured down her body as she strained with everything she had to endure my caresses.
But for a girl who'd been a virgin until mere moments ago, the gap between my fingerwork and anything she could handle was the difference between a slime and a dragon.
Schlick, schlick, schlick, schlick.
"No!! Please stop!! Ajeossi!! Ajeossi, help me!! Haaaaang!! No! Nooo!! Haaang!! Haaaaaaang!!"
Han Bom's mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out as her body began to writhe.
Obscene contortions she'd never shown before — and she screamed through every one of them.
Then, with her climax, an enormous volume of breast milk flooded into my mouth.
Sploosh!
'Ohhh! It's coming! Come on!'
Every time Han Bom's body convulsed with orgasmic pleasure, a massive rush of milk poured into my mouth.
After several successive orgasms finally tapered off, the milk stopped flowing as well.
Han Bom lay with her mouth hanging open, an absurd quantity of love juices still gushing from her pussy.
I shifted to her right breast, whispering quietly toward the jewel so she couldn't hear.
"Gotta drink the left one too~"
"Nngh… n-no! Don't!! Get away!! Get the hell away from me!! Haaang!!"
(No… ajeossi… save me… nngh….)
Han Bom broke down crying, calling for Sung Su-ho.
Han Yeo-rum's name never left her lips — not even once.
The only word that came out of her mouth was "ajeossi," the name she used for Sung Su-ho.
As if she'd forgotten Han Yeo-rum entirely, she kept screaming that single word, searching for him, calling for him.
'Haha… hahaha… a guy like that… a pathetic-looking bastard like that… why the hell would she….'
While Han Yeo-rum was busy tearing into Sung Su-ho's appearance in his head, Sung Su-ho approached the screen and whispered quietly.
(See? Finger a girl's pussy nice and deep and the milk just comes pouring out. Han Bom would be perfect to keep around as a walking breast-milk dispenser.)
Watching Sung Su-ho sneer at the screen, Han Yeo-rum screamed inside.
'Han Bom!! That's the kind of bastard he is!! Fuck, that son of a bitch is exactly that kind of bastard!! Don't fall for it like Ha-yeon did!!'
But the Han Bom inside the screen couldn't hear a word Han Yeo-rum said.
She wouldn't have heard him even if he'd been standing right beside her.
Right now Han Bom was trembling in terror, making the same broken little sobs as any helpless girl.
This was not a state in which she could listen to anyone, let alone understand them.
Her eyes were covered by the T-shirt, but even without seeing her pupils, it was easy to imagine what they looked like.
Sung Su-ho licked the milk still clinging to his lips and smiled in satisfaction.
When he was finished, he untied the ropes from Han Bom's hands and feet, then finally removed the T-shirt that had been covering her eyes.
Jaw trembling, still drowning in fear, Han Bom opened her eyes and looked at Sung Su-ho.
And in that instant, an enormous sound exploded from the screen.
SMACK!
Han Bom had just slapped Sung Su-ho across the face.
For the first time since arriving here, Han Yeo-reum cheered — pure, unfiltered joy.
Only in his heart, not out loud… but still.
'Yes!! That's it! That's exactly the kind of bastard he is!! A piece of shit who only wants to use you!!'
In all his time in Yggdrasil, Han Yeo-reum had never seen a scene this satisfying.
It was only a single slap to Sung Su-ho's cheek, but expectation surged up inside him all the same.
'Hit him! Hit him more!! Kick him right in the— wait?'
While Han Yeo-reum was eagerly anticipating her next move, Han Bom did something that had nothing whatsoever to do with his expectations.
(Waaaaah! I was so scared! I was really, really scared!! Waaah!)
(Hahaha… I'm sorry. That was a pretty mean prank, wasn't it?)
Still completely naked, Han Bom threw herself at Sung Su-ho, wrapped her arms around him, and cried without end.
In his entire life, Han Yeo-reum had never once seen Han Bom lean on someone like that.
The closest thing had been watching her cling to their parents as a child — and that was it.
As a little girl she had always tried to lean on Han Yeo-reum, and he had always pushed her away.
Annoying. Irritating. Unpleasant.
To Han Yeo-reum, Han Bom's very existence had felt like a blight.
And now that same girl… was starting to shatter his heart completely.
'No… Bom-ah… that bastard isn't the guy you think he is… he's trash who treats women like garbage….'
As Han Yeo-reum muttered that to himself, text began scrolling up the chat window.
No… I never did anything that trashy!!!
The beings in the channel couldn't hear Han Yeo-reum's thoughts.
Channel conversation didn't transmit through thought by default.
You had to speak out loud — no exceptions.
But Han Yeo-reum couldn't get a single word out right now, and the channel beings started typing whatever suited their moods.
The channel beings cursed Han Yeo-reum without restraint while freely heaping praise on Sung Suho.
Don't fucking say that!!! Who's small!! Who the hell is small!!!
Not a single woman Han Yeo-reum had ever been with had once told him he was small.
But the channel beings started mocking him as if they'd read his mind.
I'll fucking kill every last one of these bastards!!
Contempt and ridicule. Scorn and mockery, all packed into the chat….
Every single message was aimed at Han Yeo-reum.
He was being force-fed the exact words and thoughts he'd spent a lifetime spitting at other people.
He had always been the one who took.
Even women who liked other men would start out defiant toward him.
But his looks eventually enchanted them, and at some point the woman would fall for Han Yeo-reum.
All of that… was starting to happen in reverse.
(Nngh… I-I can't forgive you for this! Lie down!)
(Haha… can't we rest a bit first?)
(Don't be ridiculous!)
(After we rest, we still have to go save your brother, right?)
(….)
Han Yeo-reum already knew.
Sung Su-ho had less than zero intention of saving him….
Sung Su-ho was testing Han Bom.
His real goal was to make her say the words he wanted to hear — out of her own mouth.
Don't… you bastard… don't you fucking dare!!
The reason Han Yeo-reum understood that so precisely was simple.
Because he'd done it himself. Every time.
Because he'd tested the women he'd stolen from other men in exactly the same way.
Han Bom closed her eyes for a moment, thinking — then opened them and completely obliterated every assumption the beings outside the screen had made.
(I don't want ajeossi to get hurt trying to save Oppa. Let's just… leave. Just the two of us.)
Haa… haa… fuck!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
Han Yeo-reum's heart felt like it was being crushed in a hydraulic press — an agony beyond anything he'd ever known.
It made Min Ha-yeon's declaration that she'd become Su-ho's sex partner feel like nothing by comparison.
At Han Bom's words, the chat window flipped upside down.
Completely oblivious to anything happening outside the screen, Han Bom clung to Sung Su-ho and whispered softly.
(As long as I have ajeossi… as long as I'm next to ajeossi… that's enough for me.)
AAAAAGH! Don't!! Han Bom!! I was wrong!! Please!!! Please!!!!
As Han Yeo-reum's scream tore through him, Han Bom pushed Sung Su-ho down onto his back, climbed on top of him, and gave him a shy little smile.
(Proof that I like you, ajeossi… I'll show you right here.)