The Unstoppable Suhyun
“Slurp, smack...♡”
The moment he uttered those words, he felt an strange, overwhelming pull—a powerful urge to ravage her. He didn’t care if the wine glass shattered on the floor or went rolling away. He simply wanted to violate her, right there in front of him, as she spoke with such ease, looking slightly embarrassed.
“I... I wish you wouldn’t stare at me so much...♡”
Perhaps it was the wording—infinite internal ejaculation—or maybe it was just that she had looked so beautiful since lunch with her makeup done. After the divorce, he had realized a truth: it was possible to feel a woman’s beauty and a murderous urge to destroy her at the very same time.
He pressed his lips softly against hers, sweeping his tongue across her teeth. Then, he commanded her in a low voice to open up. When she obeyed, he wrapped his tongue around hers, and unlike the soft kiss from before, he gripped her flailing arms tightly, pinning them down so she couldn’t move. Between their tangled tongues, a thin thread of saliva stretched, and she, seemingly fully aroused by the kiss alone, struggled to keep her legs together, which he had been forcing apart.
“W-wait... Ugh, ah, no, ahhh!”
Not knowing how to properly undress her hanbok, he simply grabbed the lapels and tore them open. Her excessively large breasts, firm even without a bra, were all the more alluring.
“Smack♡ smack♡ Ugh...♡ W-wait... just a moment, Master♡”
If his ex-wife, who had returned after their divorce, was going to act like a bitch, he should have just inserted himself without any foreplay. But perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps he wanted to break her slowly and thoroughly; he didn’t stop the kissing, instead flicking her erect nipples back and forth with his fingers. He then grabbed them and pulled, stimulating them with his fingers for quite a long time—
“Haa... I, really... I hate, I hate this...♡ If I finish... before you, Master...♡ I, I shouldn’t...!♡”
As he took a nipple into his mouth and toyed with the other breast with his free hand, she began to tremble, eventually having an accident on the hotel bed. It was an orgasm, so she couldn’t stop it, but she thought sincerely, ‘I shouldn’t have finished before Master... B-but, it feels so good...♡ Even if it’s not like it used to be, you’re still so gentle...♡’
‘I shouldn’t have had that procedure...♡ Originally, ah♡ Haa, in a little while...♡ It’s a very dangerous time...♡’
He stopped the foreplay for a moment and stared intently between her legs. He knew full well that her waist and pelvis were trembling because she had just sprayed her juices while pressed against him. He also sensed it instinctively when he saw her eyes rolled back the moment he bit her breast.
He stared at it for a long time without saying a word. Unlike him, she had barely touched any alcohol and was in her right mind, but even in her state as a bitch, a wave of shame washed over her.
“...I, I was wrong...♡ B-but, Master♡ You’re so, so good at this...♡”
However, he then asked her a question in a cold voice, his tone wet and heavy as she trembled.
“Tell me exactly why you spilled it.”
“....Ah... ah, I, I can’t...♡”
“You fucking bitch. Speak properly.”
After hearing the profanity, she began to tremble violently, biting her lip and covering her mouth with her hand. Just watching her was enough to make one shudder. The image of him she usually knew—the one who was so kind that she wondered if he could even live alone without her—had completely vanished.
“If you don’t speak, I’ll do it even harder.”
Even while her throat was being constricted, she stared at him intently, her thighs shaking. He looked like he could kill a person. The content of a web novel she had read flashed through her mind. A highly stimulating story about a tyrant who forcibly and roughly ravages the queen of a conquered nation. The point of the novel was that the queen, who had only ever felt her husband’s small member, gradually becomes corrupted as she receives a man every day who feels like he’s going to crush her womb. And the illustration the author had provided of the tyrant—he looked almost exactly like that.
So, ‘...I, I’m being dirtied now... really, haa, it’s, it’s so good...♡’
She hadn’t only read femdom novels. She read a variety of things, but femdom was simply her favorite. [After Conquering, the Spoils of War Was the Queen] was the only novel she had read where a woman was forcibly taken. And it was even an NTR story. While reading it, she had thought it was very erotic, but unlike that, her husband at home was like an innocent puppy, so she never dreamed of such things. He was so gentle in bed, too. He was a man who had never even cursed at her once.
But now, her ‘ex’-husband was strangling her neck.
“You crazy bitch, you’re pissing yourself while I’m strangling you to death. Hey, you fucking bitch, aren’t you going to snap out of it?”
“Hee♡ M-Master...♡ I....! M-mph, hmph♡ M-Master, ugh...!♡”
Like incontinence, a small amount of yellow, transparent liquid continued to flow onto the bedsheets. He loosened his grip slightly.
“I, I can’t speak...♡”
“Fuck, your master is giving you an order, and you dare...”
“Ah...♡ M-my head is spinning...♡”
“Depending on what you say, I might make you feel even better.”
“I, I don’t want to...♡ speak nicely...♡ Ah...! W-wait a moment...♡”
He took her breast into his mouth again, then pulled away and flicked it with his fingers. He had occasionally grabbed them roughly and stretched them, but this was... to her, it didn’t seem like ‘just this much.’ After tilting her chin high so her fair neck was exposed, she buried the back of her head into the hotel bed and shook it, and seeing this, he commanded her to speak quickly.
“L-like that...! If you do that... my breasts ache...♡ M-Master, Master...♡ Haa♡”
“Fuck, hurry up.”
“...♡ My pussy... it’s, it’s itching too...♡”
She was a woman who couldn’t even say such words, but she was speaking them so well since the divorce.
“So, your pussy is itching, what do you want me to do about it? You lewd, slutty bitch, tell me what you want.”
“...Heuu♡ Ah...!”
“You’re just an ex-husband’s broodmare who doesn’t even think about taking another cock, a bitch full of nothing but the desire to squeeze me dry, and yet here you are, crawling to me and acting shy. Are you not going to speak properly?”
“T-touch my pussy...♡ With your hand, Master... use your thick fingers to stir it all up...♡ Ahh♡ I’ll go crazy if you do...♡”
He flipped her hanbok skirt up. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Judging by the strong scent of her, she must have been sweating quite a bit. It wasn’t dirty, though. Uniquely, her natural scent was peach, and her femininity smelled even more strongly of peaches. Since he couldn’t go straight to oral, he did it in stages.
“No, no...♡ I’m going to finish...♡ L-like that, Master, M-Master, ugh♡ Haaang♡ Ugh...♡ I, I think I’m going to die...♡”
Watching her expression in the moonlight of the early morning, as if she were about to finish, he enjoyed it. He stretched his arm down and toyed with her femininity with his hand. He would touch her clitoris intensely, pinch it, and then try to insert his finger into her vagina, only to pull it out quickly, leaving her desperate. She wanted to be filled, but even though he refused to do so, she couldn’t even force his arm to move. Because he was her Master? That wasn’t it at all. What had his behavior been until now? She was someone who could have done it, but she absolutely couldn’t. Seeing his expression, his gaze, and his actions—like a predator treating its prey as a toy right before devouring it—she couldn’t think of anything at all.
And the maddening pleasure transmitted from between her legs every moment. Even before the divorce, it was so stimulating that she had barely managed to hold back, but now, she gripped the bedsheets until they wrinkled, and as he tormented her even more persistently, she eventually grabbed the corner of her pillow as if to tear it apart, filling the hotel room with her moans.
“I can’t take any more, please♡ Master♡ I, I was wrong...♡ Ugh, I’m finishing, really♡ Really! I’m really finishing...!♡ Ahh... I think I’m going to, die...♡”
Soon, she thrust her waist up rapidly and sprayed a fountain of fluid. She covered her eyes and mouth with both hands, as if she really hadn’t expected it, and then, seeing his gaze still fixed on her and the wet stains she had left behind like a line drawn beneath her, she shuddered in shock and bit her lip hard. She hadn’t wanted to go this far. She had wanted to treat him with ease, as an older sister would.
“...You pathetic bitch, do you think you can make me finish?”
“Ahhh...♡ N-no, no...♡ Please♡ Master, how, how could I dare...♡ challenge you, Master...♡”
“You challenged me yesterday, too. And the day before.”
“T-that was...♡ I didn’t know you would make me like this...♡”
She really had been like that. She had intended to embrace him softly again, have sex while letting him do as he pleased, slowly encroach upon him to attempt a reconciliation, and then make him perceive her as a benevolent mother, after which she would step on him and have sex on top of him. She had thought her approach was wrong.
“So you’re admitting you’ve been challenging me until now?”
“...Hiccup♡”
“Speak, you slutty bitch. Don’t just make those pathetic noises.”
“...I was wrong...♡”
However, there was something she hadn’t expected. What his father had said to her before the wedding. She realized it only now.
“Never, ever let Suhyun drink alcohol.”
“...?”
“The men in our family change strangely when they drink.”
“Father, oh, it’s fine. I drink too, and when I do...”
“It’s not like that.”
His father looked at her with serious eyes. And then, he continued,
“His personality changes to the complete opposite. My dear, never let Suhyun drink. He’ll probably be like that too. I haven’t seen it yet, but... if you let a guy who’s as kind as him drink, haa...”
And as soon as she remembered that time in the past, she began to feel genuine fear. Come to think of it, she had let him drink wine a few times just the other evening...
“You admit you challenged me, right?”
“N-no, no, no, please, Suhyun, Master.”
“Now you’re calling Master by his name as you please.”
He just spoke in a low voice, not yet taking any action. Even so, she was genuinely terrified. Because while she spoke, her gaze was elsewhere. Realizing that her gaze was fixed on the wine bottle with the cork removed, she trembled, grabbed his hand—which was wet with her own fluid—and slowly caressed it with her tongue, but—SMACK!
“M-Ma... Master...?”
“I didn’t give you permission, so where are you smearing that dirty saliva?”
“...”
He had hit her. On the cheek. And very hard at that. Just as she felt a ringing in her ears, her eyes welled up with tears. But that wasn’t the problem.
“A bitch like you is just a being that comes and does it when I force you to. Don’t you dare do anything on your own, of your own volition. You sperm-receptacle bitch.”
“S-sperm...”
“Is there anything wrong with what I said?”
He grabbed her hair and pulled it up slowly, and she sat on the bed, letting out a small moan. When he repeatedly pressed her face against the front of his pants, she came to her senses and hurriedly tried to unzip him, but—SMACK!
“T-this time, why...”
“Why this time? Ha, you’ve really gone crazy, Seo Jia?”
“....Ugh...”
Before, he had said her saliva was dirty, but this time he commanded her to use only her mouth to undress him. She had no choice but to do so. The fact that she had been slapped wasn’t the issue here. There was no one who could control him now that he had been drinking. Until now, her husband had allowed himself to move within a range that she, as his wife, could control. Even while having sex, if she said she was tired, he would hold her warmly and comfort her, not even finishing, but now he wasn’t listening to a word she said. She slowly, laboriously unzipped his pants and pulled them down with only her mouth, and as she pulled his boxers down with her teeth, his hardened member struck her cheek once more. With one cheek flushed red, she shed tears as she looked up at him, but she couldn’t ask him to stop. Because in an instant, his member had thrust into her mouth, reaching all the way to her throat.
“You won’t die from something like this. Just move. I’ll cut your hands off.”
Hearing his words, she stopped as if her actions had been paralyzed.
“Ah... I guess it would be fine if I just died. While I’m at it...”
She had to hurry and constrict her throat, breathing busily through her nose. Otherwise,
“...Should I kill you? Just like that?”