Rampage

What the hell is this...?!

She submitted to me. That was the whole point. And now she was going to rape me?

A chill crept down my spine. Nobody had said a word about some Lust Level popping into existence. That was not the deal. Not even close.

"Sehyuuun..."

"Y-yeah?"

"I-I wanna get on top. Is that okay?"

"S-stay still! You dare try to climb on top of me? You insolent bitch!"

Han Yuri's face went scarlet and her cheeks puffed out like a sulking ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠child's. She looked genuinely put out. This was the same girl who'd been staring at me like she wanted me dead not five minutes ago. What was she even doing?

"You're nothing but my onahole!"

"Nnhhh!"

I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to satisfy Han Yuri somehow — drive that Lust Level down before this got any worse.

Getting raped? Yeah, hard pass.

Dominating her was one thing. Letting her climb on top of me and roll her hips however she pleased was something else entirely. My pride as a man would not allow it. And if I let things keep going like this, I was going to lose the initiative for good. I had to break her. Completely. No other option.

"You insolent bitch!"

I dragged my hips back, then slammed them forward. Her walls clung to me like they didn't want to let go. Pulling out had been brutal, but I put everything I had into it and somehow managed.

"Hah— hahhh!"

"Nnhh... Ah! I-it feels good. It feels so good!"

"You fucking bitch. From now on, you're my onahole! Forget being a hero and just be my cock-sleeve!"

"Nnhhh..."

"Y-you understand?!"

"Nnhhh! O-okay. I'll be your cock-sleeve. Sehyuuun...!"

Her Submission Level sitting at a full hundred percent must have been doing some work, because Han Yuri's voice had gone so much softer than before. I picked up the pace, pistoning into her harder, staining every inch of her as mine.

"Ugh! I-I'm—! Cumming!"

"Nnh? Not inside...!"

I pulsed hard, spilling into her. I was big enough, sure — but I came way too fast. Maybe that was just what a first time looked like. I'd been wound so tight that the pleasure barely even registered.

Are you kidding me? She's still not satisfied? I was going at her like a man possessed!

That should have been more than enough! Why did she want more?! If it only dropped that little, how many more times was I going to have to—

"Sehyun, is that it?"

"Huh? N-no! We're just getting started!"

"I still feel like it's not enough. Can I move?"

Absolutely not. I had to be the one on top. No exceptions.

"An onahole dares try to climb on top of her master? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Nnhhh... It's not enough. I wish it'd go in deeper."

Wait. Why is it going up?

I stared at the numbers, speechless.

"It's not enough... Completely not enough. I'm getting on top~"

"Don't you dare!"

"Don't wanna... I want more of Sehyun's baby seeds. Hmm? Pretty pleaseee?"

She kept wriggling underneath me, trying to squirm free. I panicked and shoved my palm against her face, pinning her down.

"Submit to me! I said submit!"

"Don't wanna!"

Berserk? What the hell happens if she goes berserk?!

My body lifted off the mattress. Han Yuri wrapped her legs around my waist and hoisted me into the air like I weighed nothing.

So this is what a B-class Superhuman can do...! Even if I'd gotten lighter, I still had to weigh over sixty-six pounds. She was moving me the way you'd shift a pillow from one end of the couch to the other.

I tumbled through the air like a plastic bag caught in a gust of wind and crashed down toward the head of the bed. It was a king-size, so at least I didn't crack my skull on the wall — but my face still slammed straight into the sheets.

That hurts!

For a body that looked so soft and plush, planting my face in the mattress hurt like hell. My nose rang with a deep, ugly throb.

"I'm getting on top. Stay still! Sehyuuun!"

"Don't do this! Listen to me!"

"No, no! I'm gonna fuck you. My soft, tender little Sehyun. I'm gonna fuck youuu!"

Going berserk turned out to be depressingly simple. She just got violent. Han Yuri grabbed me by the nape, yanked me backward, and dropped her ass onto me like she was trying to crush me into the mattress.

Maybe it was all that packed-in muscle. A wheezing little sound leaked out of my mouth, like air escaping a punctured tire.

"Hieeek..."

The messages floating on the Status Window were a spectacle. Just reading the words sent terror rolling through me. My mind went thin and distant. If I'd known it would come to this, I never would have taken Flirting Machine.

"Stay still!!!!!"

"I-I'll stay still, so... please don't yell..."

"Heheh. Yes, yes! This is how it should've been from the start. I should've just dragged you off and jumped you instead of hiding it. Aaah! I've been living way too fake. Yes! Sehyun. I'll make you feel so good! Yeah? Nnhh!!"

Han Yuri, eyes bright with madness, bellowed at the top of her lungs and folded her upper body down over me, dragging her tongue across my cheek in long, greedy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠licks. Her flesh pressed in around my face until I couldn't even see.

"Haaaah... You're so cute. You know what? I liked how you used to look, too."

"L-liar! If you did, you wouldn't have laid a finger on me!"

"It's true. Take away the gloomy part and you were totally my type."

"You crazy bitch...!"

She liked my face? That gloomy, washed-out body that had nothing going for it except pale skin — what part of that was supposed to be appealing?

I stared up at her, unable to make sense of it. Han Yuri brushed my hair aside with a slow sweep of her fingers and let out a little snort of laughter.

"Shall we... get started?"

"I was the one on top just a second ago!"

"Now I'm back on top."

"Follow my orders. I said follow them!"

"Don't wanna!"

Han Yuri lifted her hips just enough to hover. She swayed them, slow and teasing, drawing lazy circles over the head of my cock.

"Now then..."

"No! Don't slam down—!"

"Schlurp."

A long, wet sound as I sank into her. I had never wanted it like this. All I'd wanted was to take the girl who'd spent years tormenting me and make her mine forever.

Instead I was the one getting fucked. And not even a little bit on my terms.

The second she had me inside, she started slamming her hips down. Wet, heavy, relentless. Every thrust bounced my waist up off the mattress, like this was how it should have been from the very beginning.

"Don't do this. Yuri, please..."

"Nnhhh! My belly's so full... It's so fucking huge!"

"Three years of bullying wasn't enough for you?! How long are you going to keep tormenting me!"

"How is this tormenting you, Sehyun... This is love. From now on, the only goal in my life is you."

Of every sentence I had ever heard in my life, that one crawled the furthest down my spine. I was her life's goal. Me.

Han Yuri bent down with a wicked little smile and kissed me — deep and filthy, nothing like the little bird-pecks I'd given her.

"Haaah... Don't turn me into your dildo! Aah! I-I'm talking and you're sneakily squeezing me with your— nngh!"

She never stopped rolling her hips. Wet. Steady. Merciless.

"No... Wait! I'm about to cum!"

"Cum for me... Dump it all inside."

"Ahhh—!"

I pulsed into her again, thick and helpless. The second creampie. The afterglow stretched out this time, long and heavy, and the pleasure that came with it was staggering.

I'm enjoying this more while I'm the one getting raped...

Getting pinned down and finishing like this felt so much better than being the one on top, driving into her myself. That fact hollowed me out. And of all the people in the world it could have been, it was Han Yuri.

"Haaaah... That was so good. Alright, Sehyun — say cheese!"

"W-wait?! Don't take a picture!"

A bright, merciless click. Han Yuri had already pulled out her phone and framed the shot — my thoroughly wrecked face, right there in the angle. I flailed to block the lens, but my arms were too short. Not even close.

"I'm posting this."

"Posting it where?! Don't you dare!"

Her Submission Level was at a hundred percent. A hundred percent! So why the hell wasn't she listening to me?!

"There's a place. A community only Superhumans can get into. Sex photos get posted there all the time. Now I can finally upload one too."

"Nooo! Don't!"

"Absolutely not. For some reason I feel like I have to listen to everything you say. But I can't give this one up."

Han Yuri looked down at me with a face full of raw, shining bliss and smiled. Lust Level, it seemed, sat a lot higher on the priority list than Submission Level.

Two hundred and eighty percent still to go. That single number settled over me like a death sentence.