Used Up and Thrown Away
Chapter 53: Haa… used… used and thrown away….
One thing I realized after dating Jo Juyeon and working at the company for quite a long time was this:
Women’s psychology could be absurdly funny sometimes.
For example, in situations like this, when someone needed to be introduced to others, they’d rank everyone and introduce the ones lower than themselves.
Second, women shared every kind of experience with one another.
Third, maybe because they needed maids, they divided one another into ranks within that little social ecosystem.
And finally, whenever they went anywhere, they always dragged along girls who looked worse than they did.
Just so they’d stand out more themselves.
Look at Seo Haneul’s face.
Her expression was full of contempt. It was the sort of smug look that said, if seduction alone were enough to make someone fold, then the guy she tried to seduce would have fallen for her immediately—wasn’t that the confidence radiating off her face?
“And she just got here. Figures you’d be a man-obsessed bitch too.”
“Eeeh~ Unnie’s a man-obsessed bitch too~ But seriously, is that the kind of guy who’d make you fold like that? This oppa?”
Lee Yeoreum shifted her hips a little, gauging the size of the thing pressing against her lower belly.
“Heh… it really is big.”
Her cheeks flushed, apparently surprised by the heaviness of it.
Setting that aside for the moment—
“Pfft….”
Song Hoon burst out laughing.
“W-what, what? Why are you laughing!”
When Song Hoon just laughed outright, Lee Yeoreum’s face went bright red and she thrashed around on top of him, pounding his chest with both fists.
“Compared to a sexy challenge…”
First of all, Lee Yeoreum was probably under 160 centimeters tall. Somewhere in that neighborhood. Her hair was cut into a short bob. What she wore was a plain floral dress with thin straps and a summer cardigan. On top of that, she had a mask and glasses on, both to hide her face.
“Kyaaah—”
Song Hoon rose from his seat with Lee Yeoreum still in his arms.
“I think you’re just cute. The kind of cute that’d end up sprawled under me, whining and squirming.”
“I’m not cute~ I’m sexy! If you took my clothes off, you’d see how sexy I am!”
It seemed they had intended to eat first.
“I’m hungry, so I’ll eat first.”
Seo Haneul began piling food onto a large plate as if she were at a buffet.
“While watching, of course.”
“Hah? Unnie, what is that? Are you backing out?”
“Pfft… backing out, my ass. You just don’t know what you’re talking about… no, actually, it’d be better if you experienced it yourself.”
Song Hoon carried Lee Yeoreum, still wriggling in his arms, over to the bed.
“Hiiik, why is the bed so big?”
“Well… you can find out slowly.”
He lay down on the bed with Lee Yeoreum beneath him.
“Kyaah— it’s so heavy—!”
Lee Yeoreum thrashed for a long while, unable to move at all, but Song Hoon showed no intention of letting her go as he pulled his pants off right there.
“Hiiik—”
Apparently she hadn’t imagined it would go this way, because her face turned crimson as she squirmed.
This was less like sex and more like being taken, wasn’t it?
He’s… not even stripping me first, not even teasing me, and he’s going straight to insertion?
Her face went red enough to burst. Not from dislike.
Just plain embarrassment.
She’s the real thing.
Of course, Song Hoon hadn’t really intended to do this either.
/“Master, do you know what Yeoreum’s fantasy is? Being forcefully taken?”/
It was a crime, for one. And besides, they hadn’t exactly just invited her over—they’d invited her for a threesome, so he’d wondered whether that would even work.
/“Of course it’s a crime. But if she came here for sex anyway… and then, out of nowhere, with no teasing and no clothes removed, you just did it?”/
Seo Haneul had smiled a wicked little smile. She even said she’d help.
“Haaahk—”
She hadn’t even been touched, and yet she was already moaning, aroused by the images in her own head.
“A naughty cunt needs to be trained.”
“I’m… I’m gonna be violated.”
Then he took her hand and brought it to his cock, whispering in her ear.
“It’ll be inside within a minute.”
“Hiiik—! It’s huge!”
She couldn’t actually see his cock, so the sheer bulk she felt by touch only fed her imagination.
Song Hoon lifted her skirt and groped the inside of her thigh.
Luckily she wasn’t wearing stockings, so instead of stripping off her panties completely, he just shoved them aside and brought the glans to her entrance.
“Y-you’re really going to do it? Kyaa—!”
His cock, hot and rigid, rubbed against the mouth of her cunt, and a faint slick of arousal could already be felt.
She wasn’t wet enough from being teased, but it didn’t matter.
“Even after getting taken like this, your cunt’s still honest, huh? It’s already slippery. Or were you so horny before you even got here that you came ready to be stuffed?”
“N-no, that’s not it… Haaah… it’s not… I didn’t do that…”
He could feel her juices beginning to coat the tip of his cock. He couldn’t let her get too drenched.
Thrust—!
She didn’t have the kind of tight clutch Seo Haneul did. Seo Haneul’s pussy really was a work of art.
This was more like a moderate squeeze.
Yes. At this level, it felt like a B-grade cunt.
“Kyaaaah—!”
When the glans pushed in all at once and the shaft followed, Lee Yeoreum shuddered all over from the pain in her pussy, but since he had her pinned beneath him, it was little more than a slight twitch.
“Haaah— too big… it’s tearing me apart… it hurts, aaah….”
Tears welled in Lee Yeoreum’s eyes.
Smack.
Song Hoon licked the tear that rolled down her cheek.
Thud—
“Hyaahk— ahhh— it’s touching my womb… what do I do? I’m being violated… I’m being violated…”
His cock hadn’t even gone in to the root yet, but already he could feel a “wall” pressing against the tip.
At the same time, her cunt began producing more and more lubrication. He could feel his cock getting slick and warm in real time.
“You’re such a slut, even while getting stuffed like this? Yeoreum too?”
“N-no way. Absolutely not… huahk—!”
At her denial, he gave her a hard jab with his cock, and her waist jolted.
“Haaahk. Huuah— so mean.”
“You sure? You’re drooling juice all over the place just because I shoved my cock in with no teasing at all.”
“That’s, that’s… hngh— haaah… absolutely not….”
With her body unable to move an inch while his cock filled her, Lee Yeoreum felt as if she’d become some kind of living sex doll.
Thuuump—!
“Kyaahng— it hurts. Hahk. It hurts so baaad….”
Her mouth said it hurt, but her pussy was becoming wetter and wetter, past the point of merely damp and into soaked.
“A filthy streamer, huh? Your viewers should be seeing this right now—after you announced you were taking a day off because you were hurt, and here you are getting stuffed by a guy’s cock and flooding your cunt.”
“Nooo. Absolutely not.”
But at some point, Lee Yeoreum’s once-free hands had wrapped tightly around Song Hoon’s body.
“Yep. Definitely a filthy, lewd cunt.”
“Nooo… it’s not.”
“Really not? Then should I start sexing you properly now? With teasing and all?”
“N—!”
The moment Song Hoon said that, Lee Yeoreum barely managed to hold back the words she’d been about to blurt out.
She kept saying no, but it felt too good. This was exactly what it felt like to be truly violated.
The moment Song Hoon mentioned her viewers, her mind had already blown apart from the fantasy of her pure, beloved self being ruined in front of all those people, and all she could think was that she wanted him to keep pounding her like this.
“Not what? You want me to?”
The moment Song Hoon slipped his cock out slightly—
“Nooo. Haaah… put it back in. Hurry up and shove my cunt full. Violate me.”
“Look at you, a filthy little sex doll enjoying herself while being taken.”
He drove his cock in again, deeper this time, stabbing it in as if forcing her womb backward.
“Kyaaah! It hurts… huahh— I’m dying… it’s so big… I was wrong, no, I mean yes. Please fuck me. Ah, it feels too good. I feel like a living sex doll. I’ll just be your horny toy, oppa.”
Lee Yeoreum’s words grew faster and faster.
“Yeoreum, you know what?”
While Song Hoon’s cock was hammering into her like a mad thing, Lee Yeoreum turned her head at Seo Haneul’s voice beside her.
“Unnie told our Yeoreum’s preferred master everything. That you wanted to be forcefully taken. So she said, how about we just keep stuffing Yeoreum’s cunt like this?”
“Unnie… you!”
For a second, Lee Yeoreum’s face sharpened in indignation—then melted again the moment Song Hoon’s cock started grinding into her.
Chuup—
Seo Haneul kissed Lee Yeoreum’s lips while she lay pinned beneath Song Hoon, unable to do a thing.
Since they’d been eating just moments ago, all kinds of spices and flavors were still being transferred into Lee Yeoreum’s mouth.
Chuup— chuup— chwuup—
Lee Yeoreum parted her lips and kissed the places where Song Hoon’s mouth touched his body here and there.
“Ahh… huuahh— I’m going crazy… this feels too good. Being fucked like this is so… huah, so obscene. I’m being ruined.”
Her whole body tightened. At the same time, Song Hoon felt the pressure of his own climax beginning to rise.
Ordinarily, they would’ve been nowhere near done yet, but the situation was simply too damn arousing.
Being forced like this, without even stripping her clothes or moving aside her panties.
“Violate me… you came inside me. Get me pregnant, ahnngh—”
Lee Yeoreum spilled out every filthy word she could think of and went limp.
Song Hoon got up and looked down at Lee Yeoreum, still trembling on the bed.
Her clothes were a mess, her hair disheveled, her skin flushed red. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist, her panties glistened with seeped-out semen, and her thighs shone wetly.
She felt like a work of art, and it made his chest tingle. Suddenly hungry, he discarded his troublesome pants and strolled out toward the dining table with his cock dangling freely.
“Haa… used… used and thrown away….”
With her face blazing red, Lee Yeoreum covered it with both hands and gasped for breath.
“Really… really… amazing… haaah….”
She shed tears, satisfied.