Not a Whore, But Sex Slave Level
Not a whore, but straight-up sex slave treatment—Thwack!! "Haaaang~!!" His thrusts feel like he's trying to skewer my body with his cock and kill me outright. My brain resets in an instant.
"Ahhhng! Uh, yeah! Hnng!" Ji-hoon's ragged breaths batter my ear. Every time his thing slams against the most sensitive entrance to my womb deep inside, sparks explode before my eyes. This is way more brutal than the PE fitness tests back in high school. No, was this guy a drill sergeant in a past life or something?
"Fuck, Kang Yeon-woo. You're so fucking tight. It's clamping down on my dick like it's gonna rip it right off!!" Ji-hoon groans through gritted teeth laced with curses, gripping my waist like he wants to shatter it. His eyes are already rolled back. That glossy, pleasure-drunk gaze sends chills racing down my spine.
But then, a sinister premonition flashes through my mind again. My insides down there have been feeling all warm and toasty for a while now. His movements aren't normal either. This isn't just regular pistoning. There's this obsessive intent to bury himself as deep as possible inside me.
Did this bastard poke a hole in the condom? Get knocked up with my friend's kid on my first time? In 0.1 seconds, visions of a two-line pregnancy test and me pushing a stroller flash by. Goosebumps prickle from my toes to the crown of my head.
No way—my life as a woman(?) is just starting to bloom! "J-Ji-hoon! Wait, too deep~!♥"
Damn... I felt it. "Shut up, I'm—hah—gonna cum! Gonna cum!!!"
It's not just me. He feels it too. Ji-hoon shudders violently, his body convulsing. His muscles tense like they're about to burst, and then I feel a hot throbbing deep inside me. Gloop~ Gloop~ I know it. He's ejaculating.
"Aaaaahhhng!!!" Without thinking, I arch my back like a bow and cum with him. My brain cells pop like popcorn one by one. The ecstasy of the best sex ever. The terror of the worst possible pregnancy.
I collapse onto Ji-hoon's body like a hunk of meat. His cock slips out of me with a pop~! But... holy shit... my grip is no joke. His dick's out, but the condom's still inside me.
What am I, a juicer or something...? Panting, I reach down with trembling hands to check. Please, please don't be torn.
Shluuuurp~!! I carefully extract the used rubber from my body. Where'd that tight squeeze from before go? Now it's like a deflated sweet potato, dangling at the end... full of thick white cum!!
Phew... hallelujah! Thank you, God! Thank goodness. No tears, no holes.
But the moment I turn to look at Ji-hoon's face, I know for sure. This bastard's disappointed. "Tch, didn't break."
His low mutter confirms it. This psycho was 100% planning to creampie me. He tried to end my life with a cuckoo's egg.
"Hey, you crazy Lee Ji-hoon! What the hell did you just—hah, hah..." I want to chew him out, but the second I lift my hips, pain surges through me. The aftermath of my first time is way worse than I thought. My whole body feels drained of energy. Legs wobbling, waist not even mine anymore. I flop spread-eagled on top of him. Can't even twitch a finger.
Sex is such an exhausting workout... Just one more sip of beer and I'd pass out. My first time down there is throbbing. But the world won't let me rest.
Thump, thump, thump. Some cheap techno beat pulses from the speakers, and a bizarre shadow looms over me. I slowly open my eyes to a sight scarier than any horror flick.
"Hic... hic... kee-heeng... Yeon... woo-ya."
"Kang Yeon-woo... aren't you being a bit too much?"
It was Min-woo and Do-yoon. When the hell did they get naked? Both stark naked, back to their primal state. And the real spectacle is their "centers." Rock-hard erections stabbing at the sky. Even twitching to the beat like they're dancing.
"Hey, you guys... why're you coming closer like that?"
"Ji-hoon got to cum inside? We're dying for just a taste!" Am I food now? Just one bite?
Min-woo shows off his dick with teary eyes. The tip's already beading with clear fluid. Ready to launch any second. "Back when Ji-hoon was spanking your ass... stuff was leaking out down here every time. Yeon-woo, I'm seriously gonna die. It's been hard for 20 minutes straight!"
Do-yoon's on the verge of tears, waddling over with his fat jiggling. Compared to Min-woo or Ji-hoon, his cute little dangler makes me almost snicker.
Trapped in the room against his will(?), Jung-seok lights a cigarette and clicks his tongue. "Whoa... look at those dicks shuffle-dancing. What a sight. Cut it out. Yeon-woo's tired."
"Hey, Jung-seok, you're hard too—don't act like some saint!" Min-woo's jab makes Jung-seok cough and subtly cover his crotch.
I try to back away in horror, but I'm already at the sofa's edge. My crotch is still slick with Ji-hoon's remnants, and two starving beasts eye my precious "flower field," swallowing hard.
"Alright, Yeon-woo. Round two starts now?" Min-woo yanks my ankle and drags me toward him.
"No! I'm still—not there, it hurts! Can't you see Ji-hoon just drained me dry?!" After Ji-hoon's savage bombardment, my lower half is throbbing. Burning heat and slick fluids trickling down my thighs—more now? This isn't sex; it's torture.
But my screams do nothing to the hungry wolves. "Yeon-woo, that's unfair! Ji-hoon blasts off and enjoys sage mode, so why do we have to hold out like this?!" Min-woo grips his cock, shaking with injustice.
"Yeah, if you don't fix this, I might explode and die right here!" Do-yoon thrashes his chubby body in a tantrum.
Jung-seok watches the chaos with pitying disdain, clicking his tongue again. "Fuck... Yeon-woo's not a whore... ease up!!"
Not a whore?? Says the guy whose eyes are glued to my pale tits and wrecked crotch.
Ji-hoon, fresh off cumming, savors victory with a can of beer from the table. Gulp, gulp. "Whew... fucking delicious. So goddamn good!! Real tasty shit."
He wipes beer foam from his lips. Is he talking about the beer... or the body he just ravaged? Definitely the latter—his cock perks up again at the sight of my pussy. Early twenties. Peak horniness. Can go 4-5 times a night. And there are four of them. My hole's gonna catch fire; my head spins.
"Yeon-woo. Your pussy's fucking delicious. Gotta have seconds."
That one word—"delicious"—makes my inner bitch twitch, bruising my pride. I should be pissed. Instead, a weird thrill of being conquered tickles my brain.
"Alright, rock-paper-scissors for order! No whining, or you lose!" My opinion doesn't matter, as usual. Crazy bastards. Not even thinking about the rice cake, just fighting over turns again.
Do-yoon wins. He roars like he owns the world and pounces on me. "Yeon-woo, hold on! I'll do it better than Ji-hoon!"
"Ack! Too heavy! Stop! I said stop!!"
No veto power for me. Even whores get to refuse customers... this is beyond that—pure sex slave level.
How'd it come to this?
The moment Do-yoon climbs on, my breath catches. A totally different weight class from Ji-hoon. Easily over 100kg crushing my chest and belly. This isn't sex; it's wrestling. I'll be smothered—I flail, but he grabs my massive tits with both hands, kneading them greedily.
"Hey, you psycho—Do-yoon! I'm gonna be crushed to—hngh?!?"
My protesting mouth gapes wide. Plop! A light, oddly satisfying friction as Do-yoon's cock slides in.
Ji-hoon's was a massive, violent club. Do-yoon's... feels even smaller than it looked. But weirdly, no pain. It clings perfectly to every curve inside me. If Ji-hoon's was too big to handle, Do-yoon's is custom-fit for my "there."
Huh? This might actually feel pretty good...
Layered on Ji-hoon's lingering aftershocks, Do-yoon's delicate(?) stimulation reignites the stalled orgasm wave. "Haa~ haaaang~♥ G-Good. Do-yoon~ you're surprisingly~ hnng!♥" I buck my hips without thinking, moaning.
Positive sounds from me redden Do-yoon's eyes. He wails like he's sobbing. "Waaaahng! So this is pussy! Real pussy! A warm, chewy heaven like this exists?!"
"Wait... it's not me you're liking—it's just being inside anything?"
My jab falls on deaf ears. Who I am doesn't matter to him right now. Just the miracle of sex itself. He grinds his hips wildly, lost in his first real fuck.
But... after like ten thrusts? Do-yoon's body goes rigid. Squirt!
Huh?? Th-that feeling... no way...? A faint warm sensation blooms deep inside.
"Hey, Do-yoon... you didn't just...?"
