Shattering the School Idol Yujin's Pride (6)
“Guhk, urk! Urk! Urk! Uwaaaaaah!”
Yujin let out strangled screams as she choked for air, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes still glared at me with murderous intent.
To subdue her lingering defiance, I pulled my hips back slightly.
“Huuuugh— heh heh heeeek—”
As my cock slipped out of her mouth, a gap finally formed in her throat, allowing Yujin to suck in a massive breath. But I had no intention of letting her catch her breath like that. If I did, she'd try to bite my cock again.
So I snapped my hips forward, slamming my cock deep into her mouth-pussy once more.
Like pistoning into a real pussy, I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth-pussy repeatedly, kneading her into submission before delivering the finishing blow—grabbing her head with both hands and shoving my cock root-deep until it hit the back of her throat.
Groooaaar—
Now unable even to cough, Yujin flailed her limbs wildly. Her thrashing hands clawed at my thighs, drawing blood, but I didn't budge an inch. I clenched my ass tight.
My cock root filled her mouth completely.
Her hands, which had been pushing at my elbows, went limp and slumped to the bed.
“Why'd you try to bite me?”
“……”
“Answer me.”
Wait, right—she probably couldn't even speak in this state. Anyway, I kept talking.
“Five loads, and I'd delete the video—that was our deal. So why'd you try to chomp my cock off?”
I leaned down to look at Yujin. Those eyes that always looked at me with disgust or mockery—even when she'd snuck in at night with a knife to my throat—were now completely glazed over.
She's gonna die like this. Time to stop.
I pulled my hips back. My still-hard cock throbbed as I stared at her soft, plump tits right in front of me, aching to grab and maul them, but I held back.
“Get up.”
I slapped her nose with my cock—she'd passed out cold from it. When she still didn't stir, I shoved it right under her nostrils.
Her nose twitched at the scent of my cock mixed with her own saliva. Finally, she jolted awake, expelling a huge breath before rolling over, face toward the floor.
“Haaaah— heek! Heek! Heek!”
Gasping in and out as she recovered from her semi-conscious state, the first thing Yujin did upon regaining her senses was swing a fist at me. But with her hands bound together by the cable tie, she could barely graze my cock, let alone land a proper punch.
When her fist fell short, she lunged at me, but as soon as she tried to stand, the cable tie around her ankles tripped her, sending her tumbling stupidly off the bed.
“Whoa, tsk.”
I caught Yujin just before her head smashed into the bed frame, scooping her up in a princess carry and gently laying her back on the bed.
It was the right thing to do—scratches on her face would be a problem—but I'd done it on pure reflex without thinking, and the way I set her down was unnecessarily romantic, ruining the threatening atmosphere I'd built.
A strange embarrassment washed over me as I looked at her. It wasn't just me sensing the weird vibe—Yujin, uncharacteristically, didn't curse me out or try to kill me. She stayed silent.
Noticing my gaze—more precisely, on her chest—she turned away from me, as if suddenly feeling shy.
Fat lot of good that did; it just hid her tits and exposed her ass instead. Plenty left to look at.
I continued what I'd been saying.
“What's with that girly reaction? Forgot how you just tried to bite my cock off with those teeth?”
“Shut up!”
“Lower your voice. Unless you want another slap.”
“…Shut up.”
I could just match her aggression when she got feisty, but I'd never even imagined her like this—not even in my dreams—so I forgot what I was going to say and just stood there, staring.
After a moment, a small sob came from Yujin, curled up on her side with her back to me, knees pulled to her chest.
My raging cock wilted at the heartbreaking sound.
After crying for a good while, Yujin suddenly flipped around in frustration, grabbing a pillow while keeping her ass planted on the bed and her upper body propped up. She swung it wildly at me.
“You bastard! You fucking bastard! You bastard! That was my first time! I didn't save it for scum like you!”
No need to dodge a pillow—I just raised my arm to block. Somewhere in the frenzy—maybe when she'd tried choking me with it earlier—the pillow burst open, feathers exploding everywhere.
After swinging until only the empty pillowcase remained, Yujin hurled it to the floor and burst into tears again.
She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in them, making it clear she didn't want to see my face looming there.
I glanced at my now-completely limp cock, brushed the feathers off my shoulder, and spoke.
“You done with the deal already?”
Yujin, still sobbing into her knees, slowly lifted her head at my words and looked at me.
“What?”
“You tried to kill me by biting my cock, failed, then bawled your eyes out. If that's not you calling off the deal, then what is it?”
“…What?”
“So why'd you stare at my cock in the first place? Just wanted to suck it once?”
I grabbed my cock—starting to soften but still glistening with her spit—and thrust the head toward her face.
“Or did it look tasty?”
I asked her plainly, not mocking—just genuinely curious, matter-of-fact.
Yujin stared back with a dumbfounded, almost stupid expression.
I gazed at her tits—always striking no matter how many times I'd seen them—then locked eyes solely on her face, saying nothing.
Our gazes crossed in the air: the blank stare of a man unmoved by her sobs, offering no comfort or groveling; the baffled stare of a woman who couldn't fathom his mind.
Meanwhile, my cock went fully soft.
I stood from the chair.
“I told you—it's a deal. If you don't hold up your end, I won't force mine.”
I finished speaking, pulled up my pants, grabbed the kitchen knife still rolling at the foot of the bed, and tucked it into my bag. As I reached for the camera, I felt Yujin's hand tugging at my shirt from behind.
“I'll do it. Let's do it.”
“Do what?”
I played dumb, even though I knew.
“…Make you cum… or whatever.”
“Make what cum? Gonna make me a sandwich? Don't need a sandwich from a bitch like you.”
I spouted nonsense on purpose, wanting her to say it herself.
Every little thing like this chipped away at her mental strength. Making Yujin submit of her own accord—that was my goal. I couldn't miss even a small chance like this.
“C-cock.”
“Cock?”
“Yeah… your cock. I'll make you cum. Me. So don't go.”
“So you're saying we'll continue the deal? In that case…”
I turned around. My heavy tool swung forward in an arc. Yujin yelped and whipped her head away.
What the hell— she'd been groping and sucking it minutes ago.
But time had passed; faint dawn light filtered through the window now, making it more visible than before.
“W-whoa, is it normally that big? All guys? Then Minjun's too…”
Repulsed yet curious, Yujin asked.
“Nah, they say mine's unusually big. Why ask something perverted like—”
“Who're you calling a pervert, you freak!”
Yujin snapped back, then deflated, hanging her head as if all energy had drained out.
Cowed like that—it wasn't what I'd hoped for, but seeing it stirred an odd disappointment. I'd thought she was tougher. A real demon.
Still, business first. I asked again.
“The deal?”
Yujin sighed wearily and reached for me. Just as her hand closed on my cock, I slapped it away coldly.
She looked up, face full of confusion.
“Problem is, pretending nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened?”
She wore an expression like Didn't you see me crying? So I answered.
“Your crying's got nothing to do with me.”
A woman's tears—Yujin's ultimate killer move—dealt zero damage to me. Or rather, I'd taken so much of it before regression and now that I was numb to it.
Unable to argue, Yujin dropped her head. Looked like she might cry again, but no.
“Kuh… heh heh… heh heh…”
She let out a hollow laugh. It carried more malice than when she'd swung at me or tried to bite my cock off.
Any chance of her confessing her wrong and dropping the charges? Gone. Not that it was ever high—more like relief.
Now, I'd climbed from bug to revenge target in her eyes.
Just as I couldn't escape those bitches post-regression, now Yujin couldn't escape me. We were bound—unable to live out our lives unscathed without destroying each other.
“…So, what do you want?”
She asked in a sunken voice.
Angrier and flailing? Less threatening than this calm. Even with foreknowledge and leverage, I hadn't fully crushed her. No room for complacency.
I held up five spread fingers in front of her face, cool as ever.
“Five more.”
“Five? That's double the original deal. Don't talk bullshit.”
“My cock you tried to sever's worth that much. Your mouth-pussy? Not so much.”
“Bullshit.”
“There's one other way if you hate it.”
As she glared What?, I pointed at her lower body. She flinched at my blatant stare and gesture, yanking the blanket over her legs.
“That'd count as two each. Still five total, done.”
Her eyes burned with killing intent beyond rage. No way a scum like you touches there.
I'd expected that—easy to abandon. Just a ploy to make the original seem reasonable.
“Hate it? Back to the first offer then.”
I could've forced it anyway, but giving choices—making her choose—was key.
After pondering with her head down, Yujin nodded slowly.
“…Fine. Ten times. Ten. Get ready—I'll drain you dry before sunrise.”
She approached again, but this time leading with her tongue, not hands—dead set on making me hard and bust quick.
Her slutty tongue screamed intent.
But I firmly blocked it with my palm.
“Wait. One more thing.”
“Don't push it. We settled on five more.”
“Not that. Something before that, right?”
She furrowed her brows. I placed a hand on my head, sighing and shaking it. Basic human decency, and she can't even—
“Apologize first. Say sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Yeah, sorry. You think you can brazenly move on after trying to bite someone's cock off?”
Straight facts. No real comeback for her—and worried I'd bail if she dragged it out—she clicked her tongue but complied.
“……Sorry.”
A mumble without meeting my eyes? No dice.
“So-sowwy? So-sowwy?”
“I'm sorry. Happy?”
I hardened my face. She floundered. Temper flaring? No use—she'd just get slapped. She bit her lip.
My expression darkened. I glanced at the door. Realizing no other option, she steeled herself.
Watching the school idol, future top star's proud beauty twist into a loser's misery—harder than her sucking my cock by hand or mouth. My cock stiffened fiercely.
“I'm… sorry… I'm sorry.”
On her knees on the bed, bowed low, hands at her sides, forehead smashed into the sheets. Ankles bound thrust her ass up—classic dogeza.