24-Hour Non-Stop Sleep Ravaging
24 hours non-stop bang bang bang bang sleep fuck! As Ryu Ga-eul's rage hit its absolute peak, a bizarre phenomenon occurred.
Instead, her anger gradually subsided, replaced by an eerily profound calm.
"Yeah, yeah...."
Right on the verge of exploding, she barely managed to recall the mind-calming technique she'd learned before and succeeded in lightening her body.
Eyes fixed straight ahead, hands and feet feather-light.
She stepped forward a bit more, then glanced up at the clock.
11:55. Still about five minutes left.
"You've finally shattered my patience, my lovely disciple."
"...Uh, I mean, what's the problem?"
Meanwhile, Hyunwoo was utterly baffled. I paid right on time, didn't I? There was zero reason to be pissed.
Well, given Master's personality, maybe it's par for the course.
He knew her temperament was straight-up psychopath territory, but he'd failed to clock it in the moment. Regret hit him late.
"Sorry, Master. I wasn't considerate enough."
In situations like this, the best move was to apologize. Hyunwoo bowed deeply, pouring out sincere remorse.
Of course, it did jack shit to douse Ryu Ga-eul's fury.
"You know what you're up to this month, right?"
"No clue...."
"24-hour sleep fuck. Brace yourself."
"Sleep fuck? 24 hours straight...? No way that's possible."
Ryu Ga-eul had thought the same at first. 24 hours was just a symbolic number to slake her satisfaction.
But things had changed. Hyunwoo's repeated fuck-ups had her resolve to hold nothing back.
"Tomorrow's your day off, yeah? Perfect timing. I've got something I wanna do."
"Uh...."
"Shh. Bedtime now. When you wake up, everything'll be different."
Tap. Like flipping a switch on his forehead, Hyunwoo's eyelids fluttered shut smooth as silk.
It was the special effect of an item she carried, but Hyunwoo had no inkling.
"You goddamn brat."
Now, Ryu Ga-eul could toy with Hyunwoo however she pleased for a full 24 hours.
Suck him, lick him, anything goes.
"Ung....?"
Tweet tweet, sparrow song tickled his ears gently.
His whole body throbbed like he'd been pummeled black and blue. Hyunwoo clutched his especially aching pelvis and shuffled into the living room.
"Up after a full 24 hours."
"...Satisfied now?"
"Yep."
"No more getting mad?"
"When did I ever get mad at you?"
...You totally did. Denying it now after blowing up like that.
"Trying to kill me over some bullshit, huh."
"You nearly died."
"Don't like jokes like that."
"No joke. I choked your neck way too hard. You were seconds from suffocating."
Talking nonsense he couldn't even remember just tanked her credibility further. Hyunwoo smirked and pressed on.
"For all that big talk, it was kinda boring. You knocked me out just for this?"
"Means I can do it a few more times then."
"No memory, no sensation anyway. What's the big deal... Don't freak out."
"You cool with that?"
Ryu Ga-eul's grin stretched impossibly wider for some reason. At that mouth-splitting smile, Hyunwoo faltered.
"What'd you do to get all smug like this? Pawn my fingerprints for a new bank account or something?"
"Curious?"
"...Honestly? Kinda."
"Then I'll show you starting now."
Ryu Ga-eul plopped Hyunwoo on the sofa and wheeled over the TV, parking it right in front.
Top-of-the-line beast with a massive screen. Sound was pristine, picture quality unmatched in Korea.
"One last chance before we start. Watch this, and you'll cross a point of no return."
"Me...?"
"Parts of this vid? I wiped your memory on purpose so you wouldn't recall. Seeing 'em again might fuck you up bad."
She laid it out that heavy, and yeah, a chill hit Hyunwoo—but backing out now? Too late.
"Cut the dramatic crap and play the damn video already. If it's lame, though...."
"Fine! Your fault from here on out."
And just like that, the warned-about video rolled.
Hi hi~ If you're watching this, you probably just woke up from sleep. Bet you begged to watch yet another getting-fucked vid.
"...Master really gets me."
This vid's an edit of me raping you nonstop for 24 hours straight. Enjoy the show.
Shortly after, the intro kicked in.
"You edited this yourself, Master...?"
"If I weren't a player, I'd be at a network. Cutting footage."
"I-I see."
Music swelled, screen went dark—then, the bed.
Stark naked, Hyunwoo got slurped at wildly by Ryu Ga-eul.
She went at it so thorough, his cock and every single toe gleamed slick with spit.
"Gross."
"Faint at this? You'll pass out at what's next."
Onscreen, Ryu Ga-eul defiled Hyunwoo one-sidedly.
About 10 minutes in, she finally paused lips and tongue.
"And now it starts."
Not mercy for Hyunwoo—she was gearing up for phase two.
Snagged his rock-hard cock, condom on like second nature.
Moments later...
Plunge plunge—! Dick shoving in, proper fucking underway.
"Your cock's always a treat. Even asleep, stiff and girthy."
"Uh...."
Vid Ryu Ga-eul hammered him merciless, hips churning without a shred of pity.
So brutal the bed groaned and bucked like it'd splinter. She didn't even moan.
Sword Saint's mug? Pure sneer. Conquest high trumped any carnal buzz.
"Ah...."
Video Hyunwoo blew his load soon enough. Twitch twitch.... Tiny frame hosed out a ridiculous volume.
Condom tip ballooned, on the verge of overflow. Ryu Ga-eul wagged a finger at his face mockingly.
"You perverted little shit."
She'd mounted the sleeping him, shameless as hell—painting her own disciple the lewd one. Faint smile and all.
"You know you're a total slut, right? I railed you five, seven times straight right there."
Bang bang bang bang bang bang—
Fast-forward then: all sorts of positions, Hyunwoo plowed relentlessly.
Gurgle gurgle.... Last condom filled, and he finally got cut loose. Onscreen Ryu Ga-eul lit a smoke, sweat pouring off her.
Hoo.... Fucking killer. You shithead.
She got up, stomped his head grind grind.
Soiling that pale body? Her new favorite pastime.
Gazing down at comatose Hyunwoo, she flashed a venomous smirk.
How goddamn perfect.... Mood soaring, she perched on the bed's edge, chain-smoking a few more.
Oof.
Soon, she dragged Hyunwoo to the bathroom by the hair, strands ripping free in clumps.
Bath salts fizzing fragrant in the tub, she crammed him in by force.
Huuu.... Nice. So nice.
Tiny tub packed tight: Hyunwoo slumped against the wall, dead to the world. Ryu Ga-eul groped and kneaded his body at will, feeding her lust.
Couldn't hold out long—she yanked him out, propped one foot on the sink, rammed in bang bang bang bang—
Haaaaah, damn. Supposed to be washing.
Shower stall? Same deal. No cleaning—just pounding his body to vent her horniness.
You're making it dirtier, you pervert bastard.
[...]
Ignoring Master completely now? What to do with this puny little fucker.
[...]
Oh? Silent treatment, huh? Fat chance.
Ryu Ga-eul jammed Hyunwoo's body between her thighs like a sack, hoisted him, and hauled to the bedroom.
Bang bang bang bang.... Ravaged him silly there too. Two hours later, she finally eased off, sated.
Hoo, time for a breather.
She said that, but no matter where Ryu Ga-eul wandered, Hyunwoo stayed clamped in her pit, dragged along.
Bang bang— Every chance she got, she'd mount up, not quitting till he'd blown three or four loads.
"Ah...."
Only then did Hyunwoo grasp the horrific truth.
The video wasn't even a third over yet....