Chapter 191
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 191
Chapter Title: Part 2 - Gluck Gluck
A few minutes had passed since I'd tied up A-yeon and blasted a refreshing load into her from behind.
A-yeon, freshly creampied, slumped to the floor and kept panting heavily for a good while.
Her hands bound above her head, armpits fully exposed, semen dribbling out of her pussy onto the floor—she looked so pitiful sitting there like that, and just seeing her had my cock stiffening up again.
I walked over to the still-heaving A-yeon and shoved my dick straight into her mouth.
"Haa... haa... haa... Uh, eung?! Wh-what... what is this?!"
"What do you mean, what? Clean it up. How many times have I taught you? After wringing out a man's cock, you clean it with your mouth."
"Haa... after turning me into this mess... you want me to do that too... how much more are you gonna exploit me... hnght...!"
"Pussy still tingling from getting used, huh? I'm not even touching you, and you're moaning all on your own?"
"Sh-shut up!! That rape... I'm not letting it slide...!"
"Rape? You were loving every second... And you spread your legs for that Shasha brand model deal—like we always do. That's all it was. So why flip out now...?"
I tapped A-yeon's cheek with my cock, looking down at her.
It was the perfect pose to remind her: just the usual sexual favors, so know your place and behave.
"This jerk...!"
A-yeon heaved her shoulders, glaring up at me with effort—her eyes a mix of fury and that subtle thrill.
That same look I'd seen countless times fooling around with her.
Her anger was probably just reflexive bitching, while the excitement came from the depraved thrill of being treated like cheap trash.
The Yoo A-yeon who lorded over fans from the stage? Gone. Now she was fucked limp, panting at cock level... and getting off on realizing she was that kind of slut.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and appraised her like meat.
"Face so small, not sure if my cock'll even fit. And damn, your skin's soft—rubbing my dick on your cheek sounds all silky."
Rub rub♡♡
"Hngh! D-don't...! Don't pull my hair...♡!!"
She threw a fit, but our eyes locked—her gaze provocative and clingy, turned on by her own wrecked, slutty reflection so different from her public self.
"Why? Want more?"
"Wh-what...! Shut up and get this gross thing off me! It's smearing dirty precum on my cheek! Ugh! Get it away!!"
A-yeon flushed scarlet, like her secret was busted.
Blushing not at me, but denying her own urges—that cute contrast to her stacked tits and killer body.
"Let... go! Kyang... filthy thing...!"
My glans kissed her cheek, pulled back, over and over.
The sticky mess on my shaft smeared across her face, and her dodging only egged me on—I ground my cock harder against her soft cheek.
Rub rub rub-♡
Ah, A-yeon's skin is next-level...
"Ugh...?!! Kyaa! Disgusting!! Fuck, reeks of night lily...! Ugly!!"
Ugly, huh...
Her tantrums usually fed my conquest kink nicely, but this one stung a little.
Doesn't she realize the thickest whiff of that "ugly night lily" is wafting from between her own thighs?
I tightened my grip.
"A-yeon, I let your cute mouth run because it's hot, but you're getting mouthier? Time for some harsh retraining."
"That's enough already! Get out! Get... eump?!!!"
I seized her flailing head and rammed my cock down her throat.
Schlurp♡!
"Hmph?! Ggguuuuhhh!!!"
"Oh..."
A sigh slipped out the second it sank in.
Her mouth flooded with spit from all that panting—beyond wet, straight-up sticky.
Her ragged breaths added blasts of hot air...
I pumped my cock through that steamy mouth-pussy, cleaning off every lewd trace.
Gluck♡ Gluck♡ Gluck..♡
"Mmph! Gmph! Hnnngggh...!!"
A-yeon thrashed her head in my grip, shampoo scent drenching my shaft.
Desperately fighting my monster cock, but it just made her cheeks drag along the glans—perfect accidental head.
"Oh... yeah... swirling side to side like a pro?"
"Mmph?! Mph!!"
"What? Stopped the spin? Like this—suck it 360 degrees...!"
I yanked her hair, spinning her head like a grindstone crank.
Slrrrp slrrrp sluuuurp-♡
"Krgh...!"
Too rough? Felt like the base was getting sucked into oblivion... glans locked deep in her gullet, gurgles echoing... damn...
Her juices gushing like acid melt, groin burning hot...
"Ggghghgh..! Puuuhhhmmph..♡!"
A-yeon clawed at my thighs, hands flopping like she wanted to shove me off—but just rope creaking tight, no give.
"Why? Wrists tied, mouth-pussy on duty—driving you insane? Hm? Pride screaming?"
"Uuuuummph-!!"
Tears streamed from the throat-stabbing agony.
Tongue straining to shove out the iron shaft—no dice, just bolder deep thrusts.
Lost in the scorching, slick squeeze, I yanked her head till her lips branded the root with lipstick marks, wrecking her mouth.
"A-yeon. Throat wide!"
"Ump?! Ggguuuuhhh!!!"
Gluuuurk gluuuurk gluuuuurk♡♡ Gluck-♡!! Slrrrp slrrrp slrrrp♡ Sluuuuuurp-♡♡!!!
Oh... cock drowning in her breath, melting gooey...
Small face means insane mouth-grip...
Pressure so thick, no way out...
Ah... A-yeon's mouth-pussy like a ribbed waterslide, stim overload...
"Oh..."
Legs splayed wide, vulgar cock-flex pose, moaning blissed-out—meanwhile A-yeon gagged like she was bawling.
"Ggghh.. Ggghgh.. Shluuuuuurp... Grruuuuh.. Hnghk.."
"Hm?"
Too wrapped up in my own high?
Ominous noises drew my eyes down: her pretty face wrecked, tear-bathed mess.
"Ah, A-yeon—sorry."
"Uuuummph.. Pyah!! Kek kek!! Kehekk!! Hek hek.. Keeeaak!"
Cock yanked free—she hacked up thick globs of precum, phlegm, leftover semen-mixed spit.
Viscous strands stretched from lips to chin, collarbone, over her tits, plopping to the floor.
"Sorry. Got carried away. Throat okay?"
"Hek.. hek.. Ah fuck you're insane?! Thought I was gonna die!!!"
"Sorry. I'll hook you up with a solo variety slot as payback..."
"Fuck off! Think I'm some desperate whore who'd beg for that?! How can anyone be this fucked up?! Trash enough to torment someone just for your kicks... psycho bastard!"
"...."
"Still caught in my throat.. Kek, kek kek! Hek.. Ah.. pisses me off so bad? You...!"
She kept cursing through the drool.
Face burning red-hot, eyes dagger-sharp, stabbing me.
Trembling lips spat venom—each word booming off the walls.
"#@$!!"
Tried fixing her filthy mouth—backfired hard.
She was livid; every curse in her arsenal hammered my ears.
"Roach dumpster filthier than nuclear waste, brain-dead dick-for-brains moron!"
"A-yeon, sorry. Forgot the size—thrust too hard.. Hm?"
Wait...
She snarled pure rage, but flashed those rock-hard nips and glossy petals.
Only skull-fucked her—no tit play... And that thigh gap soaked? Creampie was earlier, but this glisten...
I dropped to one knee, eye level.
"You fucking shit...! Uh, eung?! Wh-what... why so close.."
I locked eyes, staring—she flustered.
Shrinking from whatever next, but that expectant glint... my imagination?
"A-yeon, you..."
"Enough already! Psycho?! How much more torture... haht♡?!"
Nipple pinched mid-rant—she moaned, head thrown back.
"Ha.. haaaang..♡ Let.. go..! Hng♡!"
"Why so stiff? Forced throat duty that hot? Just pinching and you're arching, moaning like a bitch?"
"B-body... reacts on its own..."
"Bullshit. Pure pain-fest—why's it loving it? Hm?"
I pinched both nips, twisting slow like scolding.
"Hngh?! Kyaa♡♡!!! D-don't..! No twisting..♡! Please..!! It's sensitive!"
"Loving it hard? Knew you're a masochist, but escalating wild. Fans beg one smile, you scoff—now tied and throat-fucked to ecstasy..."
"F-fuck off! No! Felt nothing!"
"Nothing my ass. Why no bite through all that squealing?"
"...!! Th-that!"
"You'd chomp it off normally—but got off on the gagging tears! Admit!"
"...Fuck you! Spared your balls thinking castration's messy, psycho...!"
"And this flood!"
I spread her legs, jammed hand in her crotch.
"Kyaaang♡!"
"Light touch—pussy juice galore... Way fresher than doggy creampie."
"N-no...!"
"Lemme taste.. slurp..."
Hot.
Fresh-off-the-press warm nectar.
"Boiling hot? Tied wrists, forced BJ—womb spasming in bliss?"
"H.. hnght.. N-no..♡"
Interrogated, she ground her thighs, slipping moans.
Thrilled by denial crumbling?
Fine then...
"Alright. Let's see your limit."
I stood, untied the ceiling rope.
"H.. hng..?"
Exposed pits finally closing—she eyed me, hoping for wrist freedom.
Sorry, not yet.
She'd thank me later.
I scooped her up, bed-bound.
"Wh-what now! Stop! I'm exhausted!"
"That's why—bed's comfier."
"Then untie my wrists!"
"Gonna retie 'em to the post."
"?! Kyaaak!"
Flung her on the bed, snagged wrists in a flash.
"No!! Stop!!!!"
"Okay, tying now."
Bedpost this time, not ceiling.
"Untie! Untie me!"
"Untie me, please, Director-nim. Say it."
"...Fuck off!!"
"Fine."
I gripped her stiff nips, fingerprint-rubbing soft.
"Hn..! Haaa..♡ Nng haat..♡ Huwwoong..♡"
Nips sore, but sensitive tingles drew gentle moans.
"That good?"
"H, hng?! Hmp! Mmph!"
Gentle question—she clamped shut, head snapped away.
"Hm? Rebellion? Moaned fine before—now holding back?"
"Shut it! I'm not your toy! No more reactions! Hmp!"
"Yeah? One 'please untie, Director-nim' frees you—but damn, temper. Endure then."
"Hmph!"
Twisted odd, but she basically begged for more...
I leered nasty, nails bared, scraping pink areolas and tips.
Scraaaape♡-!
"Hnnngh?!"
The bedsheet darkened a shade.