I Am a Real Woman Too!
"I'm a woman too... not some fucking little freak, but a real woman...!!"
"I won't die."
The words came out gritted through clenched teeth. Her almond-shaped eyes turned toward the warning message floating in the air.
Physical damage in virtual reality has no effect on the main body.
"No matter how much it hurts. No matter how broken I get..."
Creak. Her head turned toward me. Eyes like a screw had come loose. Snap!Whirr-!
A vast white space. A massive bed rose up from the floor.
"Elma? Why the bed all of a sudden..."
Before I could finish, flash! Blue light enveloped my body. An enormous force hurled me onto the bed.
Thud!
"Ugh!"
My back slammed into the mattress. The moment I tried to sit up—
Clank-!
"Huh?"
My limbs went rigid. Both hands and feet. Blue shackles bound my arms and legs to the bedposts.
"Elma! What the hell are you doing?!"
Elma crawled on top of me. She gripped my waist with her small hand and yanked off my clothes.
"So there's no problem at all. It's fine. No matter how much it hurts, I absolutely won't die. So..."
Her glazed, unfocused eyes stared down at me as her lips moved like a madwoman's. Her pale naked body. Swollen breasts and short limbs. That cute yet freakishly tiny frame pressed down on me.
"Darling."
"Make me a real woman."
"Are you insane?! Let me go!!"
I thrashed in horror, but the shackles held me fast. Elma knew that too. The overwhelming difference in our sizes. Even in VR, all five senses worked perfectly. Force it in, and it was obvious what would happen. Her vagina would tear, her organs rupture. Death.
"The pain's the same! Please stop!"
"I've always said it!" Elma cut me off with a furious yell. "Does it make sense for a proper wife to not even take her husband's cock?!"
A desperate cry. "Born a freak, living my whole life as a fake woman! I couldn't even dream of taking the man I love inside me!"
"Elma... please."
"So!"
Drip. Drip.
"Put it in, no matter what."
Tears fell onto my chest. "If you don't, I'll never look at your face again, Si-hoon."
She lay down on me. Spread her short legs wide, trembling. Her cheeks drained pale. She knew it too. That she'd die. Or at least hurt like she was dying.
Even so.
"Haa... haa..."
Breathing raggedly, she aligned her delicate entrance with it.
"Elma!! No!! Stop! Please!!"
I struggled, tears streaming like blood. Clank! Clank! The shackles rattled wildly, but my pleas didn't reach her.
Finally, she let her weight drop.
Splat-!!
"Aaaaaahhh-!!"
A horrific scream. Followed by the sickening rip of flesh tearing.
"Kaaaah! Aaaah...!!"
Veins bulged on her tiny neck. Her pupils rolled back white. Frothy saliva drooled from her mouth.
Pure agony. Crunch. Grind. Her organs crushed, spine shoved upward. The 90cm body tore apart as it burrowed in.
"Hng... ugh..."
A grotesque sight. Elma's belly. Around her solar plexus. The skin bulged in the shape of my shaft, like something would burst through any second.
"No... please... Elma! Pull it out! Please, pull it out!!"
Hot liquid gushed out. Dark red blood. Guts bursting from rupture. Blood soaked my lower abdomen.
"Ugh...!" Gurgle. The sound of organs being pulverized.
"Urk-!!"
Blood-mixed vomit spewed onto my chest. In reality, she'd have passed out long ago from such fatal wounds. The system was forcing her brain awake. Full sensory sync. She was still feeling this hellish pain.
"Please... you'll die like this! You'll really die! Stop!!"
No time for polite speech. This had to end now. Her tiny body couldn't take it.
But Elma clung on desperately. She wiped the blood and bile from her mouth with a trembling hand. Her unfocused almond eyes fixed on me.
"Kgh... ugh, haa, ah..."
Forcing her shattered body upright. Crunch! Rip! She lifted her blood-soaked hips and slammed them back down.
"Stop!! Please stop!!"
"N-no..."
Elma smiled through bloody foam. "He's my husband..."
A silent scream. The bloodied lump of meat shook as she moved her hips. Desperate. Blind. Spine-chillingly stubborn love.
Her shredded womb pitifully clenched around the shaft. "Aaaah...!"
I wept openly. If I couldn't stop her. If I couldn't break this horrific stubbornness. Only one way left.
End this nightmare fuck as fast as possible.
"Elma."
Tears pouring like rain, I forced my lips into a smile. "I... I want to feel good with you too."
A quivering voice. "So untie me, please."
"L-lie..."
"Not a lie. See? I'm smiling, right?"
I managed a grin. Her glazed eyes reacted.
"O-okay... just... your arms..."
Thank god. She must not have seen my tears.
Clank. The shackles released. I raised my arms fast. Grab. Hugged her bloodied naked body tight. Gripped her tiny waist roughly with both hands.
"I'm sorry. So sorry."
"A... aaak...!"
I squeezed my eyes shut. Couldn't bear to look. Just seized her waist and started thrusting like a beast.
Splat! Splatter! Horrific impacts. My pelvis battered her bloodied ass mercilessly.
"Kaaaah!! Agaaah!!"
Her tiny body flopped like a broken doll. Flesh tearing sounds. Organs mashing sensations. Grotesque swelling pushing to her chest.
"Wuuk! Cough!"
Blood fountained from Elma's mouth. Below, crushed guts bled out. Screams. Tears. Blood. Not a shred of pleasure—this was hell.
"Please... please...!!"
Grinding my teeth, I bucked my hips. To end this hell. To save my foolish wife destroying herself in the name of love.
Splat!! Thud!! Frenzied pounding's end. Climax surged.
"Kuuuugh!!"
Sploosh-!!
Deepest inside. Into her shredded womb—or what was left of it— I unleashed my seed.
"Haa... haa..."
At the end of that nightmarish agony.
"..."
Elma's convulsing stopped. Her twisted face. On that bloodied visage, ecstasy bloomed like a miracle.
"Aaah..."
A dazed, dreamy moan. "So hot... Darling's..."
Her tiny hands cradled her swollen solar plexus tenderly.
"Darling's seed... filled my belly..."
Tears of joy. She collapsed onto my chest like a puppet with cut strings. Her bloodied little body sobbed against my heart.
"Me too...! Hic, huwaaang...!"
A child's heartbroken wail, the world's greatest fulfillment. "I can take you too..."
Her small arms hugged my neck tight. "I'm a woman too... not some fucking little freak, but a real woman...!!"
Victory seized at the end of horrific pain. Even if it killed her. My wife, overjoyed at fulfilling her "wife's role," as if she owned the world.
"Hwaaaang...! I'm sorry... so sorry...! Hwaaaang..."
I held her blood- and vomit-soiled body and bawled too. Her foolish, desperate love tore my heart to shreds.
Just as we clung and wailed in the blood.
Ding- A window popped up in the air.
Fatal organ rupture and excessive bleeding occurred.
Avatar has died.
Forced shutdown initiated.
Flash-!! Then, floating sensation hit.
Whirr- The visor slid open smoothly.
"Gasp-! Haa, haa...!"
My eyes snapped open. Breath caught in my throat. Lungs burned with ragged gasps.
The sight before me. Familiar living room. Tiny golems frozen in the corner.
"Haa... haa..."
I raised my trembling hands. They should be blood-soaked. Clean.
Probed my abdomen and lower body. No torn flesh, no gushing blood.
Relief. But.
The pain wasn't fake.
"Elma!"
Snapped to. Whipped my head around.
Small chair beside me. "Hic, sniff... haa..." Her face soaked in cold sweat and tears. Unfocused eyes trembled wildly at nothing.
"Haa... aaah..."
Dreamy moans. The afterglow of ecstasy from achieving her goal beyond death's door.
Elma clutched her belly, staggering. That spot swollen grotesquely with hot seed.
Stroke. Tiny hands felt her stomach.
"Huh...?"
Flat. No trace, just her usual soft lower belly.
Pupils quaked like an earthquake. Still half in the dream, dazed. As if that horrific coupling hadn't ended.
Elma stood gasping. Gripped her skirt roughly.
Rip-! Thin fabric tore under frantic hands.
"N-no... it can't be..."
Between pale thighs. Small fingers spread her delicate folds.
Check.
"..."
Suffocating silence. Of course. Pristine, not a drop of blood. Still tight, narrow entrance. Intact hymen.
Her real body unchanged.
"Ah..."
In VR. The fullness of taking her husband, belly bulging. Wife's duty proven at the cost of life.
All just data fragments. Reality crashed like a tsunami.
Drop. Limp hands fell from the air.
Empty eyes. "...Haha."
Mad laughter. "As expected... couldn't be real..."
Desolate mutter. Drip. Drip. Hot tears plummeted to the floor.
Then.
"Aaaaaahhh-!!"
A gut-wrenching sob tore through the living room.
"Why!! Why me!!"
Crash! Shatter!! Elma hurled objects like a maniac. Tiny golems panicked into the corner.
"Why only me!! Why was I born such a fucking freak!!"
Bang! Bang!
"Why only meeee!! Aaaah!! Why me! Why only me!!!"
Thud! Thud! Tiny fists pounded her lower belly madly.
Unyielding hymen. Body that never grows. Curse no effort or genius could overcome.
"I want... hic, I want to be a real woman too...!"
She crumpled fully. Curled up, clawing the floor with nails, howling like a beast.
"I just wanted to hold him, even if fake...!"
I lunged. Scooped the rolling tiny body. Crushed her naked form in my arms.
"Elma! Please stop!"
"Let go! Let me go! Huwaaang!"
Thump! Thump! Small fists battered my chest.