Shattering the School Idol Yujin's Pride (7)
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again."
Since I stayed silent without saying a word, Yujin came crawling back to me with more groveling pleas. I looked down at her with cold, frozen eyes.
Forgive me, huh...
The memory of the courtroom flashed in my mind. Yujin's gaze looking down at me from the gallery as I stood at the defendant's table. The public defender had been utterly indifferent, as if it wasn't his problem, so I'd tried speaking up to the judge myself—only to get shut down immediately.
I'd been stammering through my desperate defense, terrified I'd end up in prison for nothing, when Yujin caught my eye and mouthed those words at me.
Beg for forgiveness.
Then she covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.
That was the Yujin I knew. So what the hell was this pathetic mess in front of me now?
The girl who'd mocked me mercilessly was now pressing her forehead against my cock, wiggling her raised ass right in front of me like some bitch in heat.
My dick, which had been slowly hardening, stood fully erect. Yujin hadn't even touched it, but the pleasure surging through me right now was even more intense than when I'd buried it to the hilt in her mouth-pussy.
I tapped the tip of my rigid cock against the crown of her perfectly exposed head. Purely to heap even greater humiliation on her.
I thought I'd burst out laughing, but strangely, not a single chuckle escaped me. It seemed a twisted sense of taboo guilt was mingling with the overwhelming superiority, conquest, and sadism flooding my cock with pleasure.
Suddenly, it all felt hollow. Was it really this easy? This bitch in front of me, now thrusting her bare ass up in the air, had once been an impregnable fortress to me. Back before the regression. Before I'd sworn my life to revenge, back when I was still clinging to my humanity.
And now that same untouchable existence was just sniveling "Ugh... ugh..." under the tapping of my cock against her head.
But the intoxicating thrill that gripped me—and the emptiness that followed—didn't last long.
Nothing was over yet. The charges hadn't been dropped. Even if I got her to withdraw the complaint, this moment of submission was just that—submission out of circumstance. It was barely a quarter of the revenge I craved, even at the peak of her genuine dogeza.
"...Isn't that enough begging now? Forgive me already?"
Yujin's tone was still arrogant, but her body had already accepted our hierarchy. Unknowingly, she'd slipped into polite speech with me. Naturally, I had no reason to point it out.
I gripped my cock, which I'd been using to tap her head, and glanced toward the window. Dawn was fast approaching. Time to head out. But—
I couldn't leave without cumming even once, not after she'd sucked me off and jerked me so thoroughly. I'd already filmed more than enough blackmail material, but I planned to go all the way.
Of course, this wasn't for my pleasure. Paradoxically, I was doing it purely for Yujin—to etch an even deeper humiliation and degradation into her soul.
I needed to mark her entire body with proof that our relationship had transcended superior and inferior into master and slave.
"Fine. I forgive you."
The moment she heard my answer, Yujin lifted her head from where it had been buried in the bed.
Her face was flushed crimson with shame. Tears, snot, and the drool from when I'd stuffed my cock in her mouth had left it a sopping mess.
I just said I'd forgive her and clammed up. Yujin glared at me. But she couldn't hold my gaze for long. Cowed by my stern expression, she turned her head away and muttered under her breath.
"What's your problem now..."
"I forgave you, so you should say thanks. Didn't your mom teach you any manners?"
I mocked her, prodding at her sore spot.
Yujin had grown up in a single-mother home, and her workaholic mom had been too busy to raise her properly. From childhood, Yujin had basically fended for herself like an orphan.
"What does my family have to do with this?!"
Just as I'd expected, Yujin bristled. But when I shot her a glare, even that fire fizzled out quickly.
She was still defiant toward me on the surface, and it didn't seem like she truly meant her apologies. But she was starting to submit, bit by bit. Even her anger couldn't hold.
Yujin placed her small hands—comically dainty against her thick thighs—on her lap and bowed her head. Then, hesitantly, she spoke.
"...I'm sorry."
I could have nitpicked if I'd wanted. Gone for another round of dogeza and spanked that pale ass bright red.
But this felt far more genuine than her fake apology with her face in the bed and ass in the air. I nodded.
"Good. Apology accepted."
With that, I reached into my bag and pulled out a kitchen knife.
Yujin flinched in fear, but she didn't think I'd kill her now—she didn't run or fight back.
"Hand."
I beckoned her like a dog.
Yujin hesitated, then extended her hand toward me. I grabbed it with my left.
"W-wait! What are you—"
"—You grabbed my dick earlier, so what's this now?"
She shut her mouth, at a loss for a retort. But even though she'd been forced to jerk me off before, having both her hands gripped in mine like this seemed even more shameful. Kneeling there, she curled her toes.
I sliced through the cable tie binding her wrists with the knife. For good measure, I cut the one around her ankles too.
It was risky. Stupid, even. She could seize the chance to bolt or scream for help.
But there was a clear reason to take the gamble.
To erase any excuses in her head like I had no choice because of the cable ties—to manipulate her into choosing to suck my cock of her own volition.
And knowing Yujin's personality as I did, she'd already gone too far with the dogeza; pride alone would keep her from running now. The risk was minimal.
The devils I had to deal with weren't just Yujin. If I pushed her too hard, the other three might sniff out that I was biding my time for a counterattack.
So the best play was to loosen her leash just enough that she wouldn't even realize she was being tamed. Isn't pastured livestock tastier than animals crammed in cages? Yujin's meat would be no different.
I shoved Yujin's shoulder as she rubbed her sore wrists, then sprawled out spread-eagle on her bed.
"H-hey! What the hell are you doing lying down?!"
Yujin yelled at me like I was filth.
"Isn't this more comfortable for you? You looked like you were struggling with the position sitting on the chair, so I was being nice."
She tilted her head, her face saying Is it? Whatever—since she planned to make me cum anyway, she didn't care. Yujin tossed her long platinum blonde hair back and settled naturally between my legs. I'd maneuvered it so that was her only option.
Her newly freed hands gripped my cock. She wore a cocky expression, utterly oblivious to how slutty her face looked—like she was saying she'd finish me off quick, so brace yourself.
First time or now, she gripped it hard without a care for the guy. But back then it just hurt; this time, it danced perfectly on the exquisite line between pain and pleasure.
Just the second time and she's already this good? Born slut, this one.
I hid my inner thoughts and glared at her with a relaxed smirk.
Yujin bristled, but it wasn't the blowjob itself that pissed her off anymore—it was me looking down on her.
"Hmph. Enjoy that smug look while it lasts."
Lying prone between my legs, Yujin shoved her head into the crook of my thigh. Her hot breath whooshed over my cock.
The unexpected finesse made my dick twitch. Yujin lifted her head, flashed me a bewitching smile that exceeded even my expectations, and looked up.
"I'll make you cum ten times before sunrise, you perverted rapist bastard. Get ready."
She said it while stroking my firmly gripped cock up and down.
"Bring it on."
"Shut up, premature ejaculator."
Yujin yanked and shook my cock roughly, then seemed to notice the dried saliva making her hand slip. She stuck out her tongue long and low, dribbling spit onto my glans.
She swept her fallen side strands behind her ear and shot me a mocking sneer.
She'd clearly done it to humiliate me, but it had zero effect as an insult. All it taught me was the importance of early sex ed.
But in every other way? It had me throbbing so hard my heart was pounding. With lube on my dick now, her strokes sped up even more.
Sensing my reaction, Yujin pumped her hands faster. I could endure that, but staring at her tits bouncing up and down with each motion was liable to make me blow immediately. I tilted my head back to stare at the ceiling.
"Cum quick, cum again, and again. Ten times before morning."
"Quit talking nonsense."
"Why not? Cumming ten times a day is easy, right?"
What the hell? To hold back, I needed to distract myself, so I latched onto her words.
"How the hell would you know?"
A girl who only knew kissing before sex. One who'd just learned blowjobs and handjobs tonight.
Ten times a day is easy?
Suddenly, I remembered what I'd glimpsed when I was hiding in the kitchen. I'd forgotten amid the rush.
A grin spread across my face—I had fresh ammo to mock her with. I glanced between her thighs. It wasn't just her tits jiggling with each shake of my cock. Her thighs quivered too, flashing glimpses of her pussy mound inside.
Pretending the position was uncomfortable, I sat up and leaned against the wall for a better look at her panties.
Yujin clung to my cock like she wouldn't let go, crawling toward me on her knees without changing her grip.
The light filtering through the window hit her legs. They'd dried somewhat, but the panties were still damp, outlining her pussy shape faintly.
"You were masturbating, weren't you?"
Yujin, kneeling between my legs with her face buried in my crotch, shaking my dick furiously, looked up like What're you talking about?
But she still sucked at hiding her expressions, then and now.
If she'd just ignored it, I couldn't have pressed further. But blatantly playing dumb like this only made me want to tease her more.
"Well, well, turns out you're a total horny bitch in heat. Ten times a day? That's easy? Hey, how many times do you do it daily? Wait, before that—how's a girl who didn't even know blowjobs figure out masturbation? Don't tell me you just rub against the floor?"
I'd said it to tease, but nailed it apparently—Yujin flushed beet red and buried her face back between my legs.
"Shouldn't we be adding to the count instead of subtracting for each one?"
Slap slap slap! Slap slap slap!
In the darkness, her fully crimson face was still visible. Unable to retort to my mocking voice, she just kept her face shoved between my legs and worked her hands relentlessly.