Ruin (1)

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

I slammed my hips like a man possessed. I felt like a dog. Stick a tail on me and there wouldn't have been a damn thing left to tell us apart.

"Hahh! Hahh!"

"Ogoooh... ogohhk..."

Human speech had long since abandoned Baek Hanyoung's mouth. Every time I drove into her, she spilled those animal noises without shame, rolling her hips to match every thrust. The best thing about how sturdy she was? I could handle her as roughly as I wanted and it never became a problem. An ordinary woman would have been doubled over with cramps just trying to take this cock. Superhumans swallowed it like it was nothing.

I kept pounding. Squelch. Squelaaahch... The drag of my cock grinding along her inner walls felt so good I could barely stand it.

"I'm gonna lose my mind... Ahh! Aaahhnn!"

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Every time my pelvis crashed into that overflowing ass, it handed me a sensation I hadn't quite felt before. Watching a shape that perfect get crushed out of form... the air kept punching out of my lungs in thick, ragged bursts.

"I'm about to cum!"

It had happened last time too. The climax was rushing up on me far earlier than it should have. No real reason to pull out, was there? I'd already finished inside her once. She was probably pregnant already. So this one could go in too.

"Haaah, haaah... N-no, you can't. Today's a dangerous day for me. Outside! Please, finish outside!"

"Th-that doesn't sound like what you said last time..."

"That's exactly why you can't! You already came inside last tiiiime!"

Then I had even less reason to pull out. I lifted my palm and cracked it hard across her ass. The hand she'd been flailing to stop me went slack on the spot; her whole body sagged. I used the opening to drive in faster. Schlick, schlick. The wet noise filled the room. Deeper. And as much as I could possibly give her...

"I'm cummiiing!"

A long, shuddering pulse tore through me. I came. Inside her. All the way at the deepest point. I pumped it into her in heavy, rolling surges — enough that it would have been stranger if she didn't get pregnant. I was practically dumping it into her.

"Hooo..."

"Nnnhh!"

"Sorry. I got a little too into it and ended up finishing inside. But if you get pregnant, you can raise the child yourself, right?"

"I-I caaan't..."

"I'm happy. To think you'll bear my child."

I drew my cock out in one long, slick slide and smeared the filthy length of it across Hanyoung's lips. That was all it took. Her tongue came out on its own and started licking along the shaft. She paused now and then — and whenever she did, I just gathered that soft hair in my fist and pulled, and the tongue came back out. Convenient.

Something just flashed by really fast just now... didn't it?

Okay, is a person actually running this thing? Hey. Be honest. You're human, aren't you.

No. I would not. This thing already scraped my nerves raw as it was. Why the hell would I give it more to work with?

That aside — even after going this far, Baek Hanyoung's conquest rate still hasn't finished climbing. So I just have to keep fucking her, consistently.

There really ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was a reason they'd given me a whole week. Nothing I could do about it. I patted Hanyoung's ass with my palm, once, twice, and smiled.

Two days. In two days, I would make Baek Hanyoung truly mine.

A day passed. I stretched long and hard as I sat up, yawned until my jaw cracked, and looked around.

Baek Hanyoung had been up for a while already, sitting in the corner. She looked exhausted. The red in her eyes more or less confirmed it.

That was when I heard heels clicking, step by measured step, beyond the iron bars. Kim Yerin, of course. She hadn't bothered with a shirt — just a leather jacket over bare skin, and a garter belt on her lower half. That body never stopped being filthy, no matter how many times I saw it.

If only she wouldn't milk me dry. Really...

"Mornin'! You two sleep well last night?"

"..."

"Huh? You're not whining to be let out today. Weird. Don't tell me our little Hanyoung's started liking it in there! Hmm, I mean, possible. I did set the place up as nice as a five-star hotel."

That was a genuinely shameless thing to say. Besides the bed, everything in here looked like it belonged in a prison. And the food was wretched. What Yerin was holding right now... two raw potatoes and a bottle of water. She expected someone to eat that? Even inmates got better meals.

"Here. Today's a special — I'm giving you double."

"...Why doesn't he get any?"

"I feed him separately, so don't worry about it."

"KIM YERIN!!!!!!!"

A thunderous crash. Baek Hanyoung, who had been crumpled in the corner, surged to her feet and drove her fist into the bars. A dull, ugly noise — and the iron warped on the spot.

"Jesus! You scared the shit out of me! Hey! You! You wanna die? Huh?!"

"The second I get out of here, I'm peeling the living flesh off you with my fingers, you arrogant biiiitch!"

"Wooow, so scary. I don't think you understand your situation! The more you act like that, the more innocent people die!"

Yerin stared straight at her and giggled. As long as I was being held hostage, Hanyoung wasn't going to lay a hand on her.

Even so, it would have been enough to rattle anyone. When someone they called unbeatable on the ground with her bare hands promised to tear you apart in the most vicious way she could think of... safety didn't stop the ice from running down your spine.

"Hey! I'll really kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"

"Just eat your potatoes, you dumb bitch."

"Hey! Come here! Get out hereee!"

"Don't wanna~ Try it if you can."

Yerin turned on her heel and left just like that. Hanyoung, still choking on her rage, sat there seething through her teeth for a long time before she clutched her head and sank back down.

"I'm sorry. My emotions got the better of me just now..."

"Ah — no."

...Honestly, I had flinched. She might have been a female who did nothing but spread her legs for me, but I had forgotten that those fists could punch through concrete. Looking at the warped scar in the bars, I understood it in my bones: I was locked in here with a beast I could only barely keep on a leash.

"Um... Sehyun. Please be honest with me. I looked really ugly just now, didn't I?"

"No!"

Where else were you supposed to find a face as beautiful as Baek Hanyoung's? Beautiful people looked beautiful no matter what they did.

"I've always been like this. I can't control my strength, so I hurt people. I frighten them... Haah. I don't even know if I have any charm as a woman."

She'd seemed pretty confident about her face, though. When she showed up in dramas and movies, she won on visuals more than acting.

"I thought I would go my whole life without any connection to men."

"What? You're insanely popular."

"Of course I was. Especially with people who had the most vulgar gazes."

I thought I understood what she meant. Being a hero meant living under the public eye, always. It had to be exhausting. Even with a strong mind, bearing the stares of a faceless crowd was more than most people could handle.

"There were always people after my face and my body. Sleep with me once and I'll give you a special promotion... Just suck my dick and I'll get you a nicer house. Things like that..."

"What? That happened to you too?!"

Whoever that was, they had a death wish. Demanding tribute from a walking bomb just to get laid. If she'd gone berserk, hundreds of thousands of lives could have vanished.

"Fortunately, those people would go missing the next day. They were probably pressured from above and forced to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠resign."

That did not sound like they went missing.

"But you were different. You didn't look at me with a gaze full of lust. You just... saw me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as I was..."

"Hahaha..."

What the hell was she talking about. I had looked at her with nothing but lust from the first second to the last.

"I have something to say, Sehyun."

"Uh — what is it?"

"How would you feel about courting me in earnest — with marriage as the goal?"

Wait. The story was going there, all of a sudden? I was so stunned I couldn't find my face. The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way she slammed the accelerator left me speechless.

"That's... difficult, Hanyoung. As you know, I already have a girlfriend..."

"Just because there's a goalkeeper doesn't mean the ball can't go in, you know."

"...I still can't."

"Can you really not?"

"No. I don't think I can. I'm sorry. You are an attractive woman, but."

"You can't."

"Pardon?"

The atmosphere turned strange without warning. What was this... it felt a little colder.

"If you say you can't, then I suppose I have no choice."

"R-right..."

"I'm sorry. I truly am."

"I understand. If anything, I should be the one apologizing..."

"I said I'm sorry. Me."

What the hell. This woman... what was wrong with her!

What the hell even are you?!

I couldn't adapt to the atmosphere that had shifted under my feet. I was being sucked into a whirlpool, inch by inch.

If I had known this was truly the beginning of hell, I would have gotten out by any means necessary.