32 - They Say the Last Patch Was Just a Beta Version
"Guh, k-k... ugh, hnnng..."
"Don't whine. You chose this, didn't you? You walked in here on your own two feet. Accept it."
"Haaa... ugh, mmph..."
It wasn't just a simple act. He grabbed her hair, forcing her to perform oral sex, and whenever she flinched, he pressed his palm firmly against the back of her head. His scent flooded her senses in real-time, and by the time she reached the point of addiction, she realized she was suffocating. Once she hit that limit, a stream of yellow liquid poured out from between her knees.
She wanted to pull away and catch her breath when he gave her a moment, but—
"Aaah... ah, mmph, I'm... ugh...!"
Once she glanced up at him, she realized that if she actually tried to stop, she’d really die. Just as the sound of his voice—which had been berating her—faded, she relaxed slightly, but immediately—
"You're hopeless."
"Uh...? Ah... *slurp*, hnnng..."
"If I don't cum within three minutes, you aren't sleeping tonight."
Under normal circumstances, she probably would have said, 'Hee-euk♡ Yes, yes, I love it...♡' But right now, her internal monologue was: 'My life... it can't end here, like this... really... please, why, why are you doing this to me...!!'
Struck by the shock of his words, she tightened her throat and did everything she could. She tried to replicate the behavior of a heroine tormenting a male submissive from the Femdom novels she’d read, while simultaneously remembering the queen who, after being captured and raped by a tyrant, gradually became active and submissive through training. She struggled to survive. Watching her, he grinned, tapped his smartwatch a few times, and began to time her.
He showed the stopwatch to her half-dazed, delirious eyes.
"Go ahead, give it your best shot. Though I doubt you can do it..."
In normal times, it might have been an easy task, but she couldn't focus at all. Her past confidence had stemmed from a sense of ease—the knowledge that no matter what she did, he liked it. Sometimes, she’d think to herself, 'Am I doing this right...? Really? Is that why he likes it? Should I just follow the novel...?' and find happiness in those thoughts. But now, he kept looking down at her, tossing out remarks that shattered her composure.
"I knew your lower mouth was pathetic, but I didn't know your upper one was like this, too."
"I thought you might have some skill, but... this is just the pinnacle of incompetence."
"Seo Jia, do you really think you can satisfy a husband after a remarriage acting like this?"
"Well, you're plenty wet since I've been tearing you apart. Ah... but wait, is he so small that you can't even feel it?"
It was impossible to concentrate. If he had spoken with clear intent, she might have been able to muster more effort out of sheer rage. But he didn't show that. He just spat out words purely to belittle and break her. A chaotic stream of sentences poured out endlessly. When he finally brought up the topic of her remarriage, she slowly began to shed tears. But she couldn't rest.
He showed her the remaining time on the stopwatch, and he could see her eyes widen. Two minutes had just passed. She hurriedly moved her mouth faster, trying to draw him out, but the more she did, the more her teeth scraped against him, and her tongue couldn't move properly as time just ticked away.
"Looking at you makes me lose my appetite because you're so unlucky. Why did you even get that procedure? Everything you do seems to be for the sake of birth control."
"'Master,' 'bitch'—did you think I'd jump at you just because you said things like that? I'm not some low-life piece of trash like you."
"Are you more comfortable this way? Because you can just get fucked and tossed aside? Hey, you can't even make me cum, so what's comfortable about it? Talk sense."
"'Slut'? How do you know Eunbyul doesn't tighten better than you? Hey, what gives you the confidence to say that with a pussy as ravaged as yours?"
She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot as he mocked her by even bringing up Eunbyul, and continued to caress him. A moment later, an alarm sounded from his wrist. She looked up at him with his member still in her mouth, wearing an expression as if she had lost the world. Even her pupils were trembling. She kept her gaze fixed on him and gripped his thighs, trying to continue, but—
"Get lost, you fucking slut."
With a rough shove to her forehead, she collapsed. Unable to even steady her body, she cowered slightly at the sight of his gloomy expression. The oral sex had been effective, at least. The problem was that while it would have been better if he had ejaculated and softened, he had only grown larger than usual before time ran out.
'Th-that, how could that...'
'It's reaching... below my navel... no, even a bit higher...?'
If she were her usual confident self, she would have seen that and thought, 'It'll go in eventually,' then laid him down and climbed on top to insert it slowly. But she couldn't possibly do that now.
'It'll definitely tear. I might bleed...'
'What is that? It's thicker than my arm...'
'...No, please...!'
'I, I was wrong, please, Suhyun, just... just put me to sleep now...'
He didn't know what was so funny, but he chuckled, grabbed his member, and tapped it against her pubic mound. Every time he did, she flinched and looked down. He pressed his member firmly against her lower abdomen.
"It'll go in easily up to here, at least."
"...Maybe it'll go deeper if we do it from behind?"
She clamped her mouth shut and her shoulders trembled, but he showed no signs of stopping. He rubbed his glans against her, up and down, letting her hear the wet, squelching sounds.
"Wow... you've been through so much, and you're still this wet? I didn't know you were this kind of bitch at your core."
"No, th-that..."
"Hey. Aren't you more of a whore than the girls at the bar earlier? Your actions are like a parasite, your pussy is like a parasite, and... this is just something else."
He pulled her hand and placed it on her own lower abdomen, right where she had placed his hand an hour ago. Then he said,
"You have to feel it vividly. You, too. This might be your last sex."
"Uhhng...♡ Wait♡ This, this isn't, *hic*...♡ You, you're too rough—♡"
"Seo Jia, you crazy bitch, your pussy is literally flooding..."
The member he thrust in all at once delivered a raw, vivid sensation to both her body and the hand resting on top of it. Something thick pierced right through her. His member, reaching straight to her cervix, slowly pressed against it before pulling back slightly and thrusting in again. She didn't know how much larger he had become, but it was enough to make her feel the fullness and thickness beneath her hand. She couldn't even tell him she’d had a Mirena procedure and to be gentle. She hadn't even explained it in detail from the start. He was going to be active and gentle, and he hadn't planned on doing it this way even if she climbed on top of him.
"You fucking bitch, hey, how many times have you come this time?"
"Th-three...♡ Ugh♡ Th-there♡"
"Then that means I can cum three times too, right? No complaints?"
"Aaah, no, no...♡ No, please, mercy, mercy... Master...♡"
She trembled even more violently than before. She seemed to have reached a peak of ecstasy. And she felt the warning lights in her brain blaring like a siren. The more they had sex, the shorter the intervals between reaching her climax became. She felt like she was truly becoming the pathetic woman he described, and though she tried to hold onto her pride and not give up—
"You love it when I push against your uterus, don't you? Look, fuck, you're leaking again."
"Hnnng, ugh...♡ I'm, I'm coming...♡ Ah...♡"
Struck by a barrage of dizzying sensations, she finally felt him lift her up with one arm to thrust into her, and her eyes rolled back, her head lolling to the side as she fainted. But he didn't care that she’d passed out; he continued his thrusting as if intending to wake her up with sex. When she opened her eyes a moment later, the rush of pleasure paralyzed her senses, and she reached another climax, feeling all the strength drain from her body. At the same time, the sight of her resting her hands on his shoulders, looking half-resigned, was a masterpiece.
"Ha... you fucking bitch, you were such an easy lay. Hey, you were the one who asked for a divorce first, and now you're regretting it? You fuck, tell me the truth. You came back because you missed my cock, didn't you?"
Even in his drunken state, he could see her reaction. She was breathing in and out, held in his arms, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded. It wasn't the reaction he had expected, but her honesty was surprising. He grinned, and while she tilted her head back to look at him, he grabbed a bottle of wine from the table, took a mouthful, and kissed her, forcing it into her mouth. Another dizzying sensation. As the alcohol flowed in, and she felt his member—moving even more wildly than his tongue—churning inside her, she was on the verge of fainting again before he stopped, as if granting her mercy.
"I spared you because I felt sorry for you. It would have been fun to just send you off, though."
"Th-thank...♡ you... ...Ma...Master...♡"
"Yeah. Of course you should be. What am I to you?"
Held in his arms, she looked up at him with hollow, drained eyes, and as if led by something, she slowly opened her mouth—
"...The great Master... who educates me, and turns the rude Seo Jia into a woman...♡"