Chapter 71
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: In the Department Room (8)
How humiliating it was to beg someone to rape you herself.
Han Chae-ah could feel it.
And yet, how sweet the fruit was—how incredibly good it felt.
Han Chae-ah could feel that too.
She gazed at Kim Jinwoo, unleashing his desire upon her.
She could feel the heat from his massive frame pressing down on her.
He was just as aroused as she was—no, maybe even more.
It was just one hand.
One hand covering her entire mouth, and she couldn't move at all.
How could he do that?
How strong must he be?
She could sense the raw power in this man just from the fingers gripping her mouth.
A dominant male.
A seasoned trainer pinning down a bitch with overwhelming force.
Experiencing her one and only virginity like this was humiliating.
But it felt even better than that.
Because it was Kim Jinwoo.
Because he was someone she truly loved.
Because she could see how much he'd worked harder than anyone for her sake.
A man willing to play the rapist for her even now.
He thrust between her legs.
His hot, massive tip pressed against her flooded entrance.
Han Chae-ah shook her head and pushed at his chest.
But her fingertips trembled.
She didn't want to push him away.
Hurry...
Hurry up and come inside—ruin me.
Tear off this fake shell and drag out the real me hidden inside.
Puuk—.
"Euuuugh!!!"
A tearing pain ripped through her, accompanied by a heavy foreign sensation plunging deep into her belly.
A brutal insertion with no foreplay, no consideration.
This was rape.
The perfect conquest by a male that she'd dreamed of yet feared.
"You were a virgin?"
Kim Jinwoo stared at her with a startled look.
"Haah, fuck. You should've said so sooner. I would've put more effort into pounding you."
"Eut, hup......"
"I just rammed right through. What a waste."
He grinned slyly, as if regretting how easily he'd broken her virginity.
Even that smile felt good.
She wanted to meet those eyes that saw her not as a woman, but as a bitch in heat.
His rough hand clamped even harder over her mouth.
She couldn't breathe.
But even that suffocation was part of the pleasure.
Thuk, thuk, thuk!
"Euuup! Euu! Eung!"
Her body shook like a ragdoll with his movements.
Every time the cold desk surface touched her back, her mind snapped alert—only to sink back into the swamp of ecstasy.
Tears streamed down her face.
This was the place where she'd scolded freshmen, done assignments, gossiped with friends.
A space of everyday life.
The very seat where everyone revered her as the Korean Lit Department's goddess, Yeonsung's campus queen.
And now, she was spreading her legs wide, getting pounded by a man, howling like an animal.
This perfect corruption.
The ultimate liberation.
"Look at this. Your study books. You got scholarships studying with these, right? Played the good girl so well."
He slapped her breast with a book.
Slap!
Her breast stung from the smack.
"Eup!"
Her sensitized chest reacted to even a light slap.
Just one hit, and why was her heart pounding like this?
Her masochistic desires.
The cravings to be dominated and raped by him—now forcibly stimulated by Kim Jinwoo's hand.
"Eup......"
Her breasts flushed bright red.
It made her feel like she was stained with desire, drunk on it.
Han Chae-ah's heart raced.
"Shut up, you slut."
Kim Jinwoo spat the harsh curse as he thrust into her.
Crude.
She loved how he treated her like an object.
It hurt.
But it felt so good.
Like she was worthless trash.
And at the same time, utterly shameful.
The A+ grades from all-nighters.
All her efforts to earn her mom's praise.
"Look at the dutiful scholar now. Bent over a desk, getting dick like a bitch in heat—moaning like a whore."
His words stabbed like daggers.
He's right.
I wasn't the dutiful daughter or model student.
Just a cock-obsessed bitch defiling a sacred school space.
Admitting that truth made her insides clench wildly.
Shame ignited the pleasure, burning her brain white.
"Don't scream. I'll let go of your mouth."
His hand lifted, fresh air filling her lungs.
Han Chae-ah glared at him through teary eyes.
"D-don't, please... don't stop......"
The moment her mouth was free, a plea slipped out unbidden.
Not to stop—but to make her more miserable.
"Embarrassed to be called a bitch? Doesn't matter. You're getting raped right now."
"......"
"This isn't because you wanted it. You just got caught by a perv like me."
"Haah, haah."
"Rape victims don't get a choice."
That verdict sealed it.
She let go of every last restraint.
I'm the victim.
I'm the one being taken.
So it's okay to feel it.
So I can moan even more sluttily.
"Heuugh! N-no, I hate it! Haaah! My pussy feels good, but I haaate it!!"
"Shake those tits more sluttily."
His commands thrilled her.
But remnants of the good girl lingered.
Defying him, she glared as if resisting.
I'm not some easy fucktoy.
I hate getting raped.
Hate it—so stop.
Kim Jinwoo met her eyes.
"A perverted slut who soaked her pussy waiting for it—now pretending to resist?"
His dismissive expression crushed her chest.
"Go ahead. Think that'll make me stop?"
Slap!
"Eup!"
A slap to the other breast—this time with his bare hand.
It hurt.
Hurt so good.
"D-don't... I said I hate it."
Lies. Keep going.
It feels amazing.
"Th-this is rape. Y-your school life'll be ruined."
No.
I don't think that at all.
It feels good.
Be rougher.
You're the only one who can do this to me.
Because you're precious.
"You're not that kind of guy, Senior."
Do more.
Wreck me completely.
Paint me with your color.
Mark my body as yours.
That's all I want.
Her mouth said no, but Han Chae-ah shifted her hips to make it easier for him to thrust.
Because his height didn't quite match the desk, she arched her waist upward a bit.
The perfect angle for him to plunge straight down.
Kim Jinwoo's massive cock filling her completely brought deep relief.
When it scraped her walls and stuffed her full.
A fullness she'd never known—a profound satisfaction.
"Heu, heung......"
Something studies could never give.
Something her mom's praise had never provided.
Emotional ecstasy and fulfillment.
She was feeling it through Kim Jinwoo.
A fierce orgasm flooded every nerve.
I love it.
Love it.
Love Senior.
Love his cock.
Love him pounding me.
Love him playing the bad guy for me.
Skipping class.
His lewd, perverted side.
So cool.
"Hey."
Kim Jinwoo's voice cut through.
Han Chae-ah looked up at him blankly.
"Huh?"
"A girl who hates getting raped—why's she shaking her hips on her own?"
She glanced down at herself.
Despite her words, she was moving her hips herself.
His cock stayed still.
His hips weren't moving.
Her ass was devouring it on its own.
"Ah......"
"See? This ain't rape."
"Th-that's......"
"Fucking slut—if you like it, just say so."
His rough curses.
The glimpses of this side he'd shown her before.
Maybe this was his true nature.
She loved that tone.
"S-sorry."
"Sorry ain't enough."
His dominant growl dominating the bitch thrilled her.
"Move."
"...Pardon?"
"Like before. Serve my cock with your hips yourself."
"Eut......"
Such a humiliating demand.
Embarrassing.
But if it was Kim Jinwoo.
She could do it.
And.
It felt good.
The sensation of that cock stuffed inside her.
When it roughly scraped her walls.
Felt too good.
Han Chae-ah shook her hips as ordered.
I'm the victim getting raped.
I have no choice.
If the rapist says move, I move.
Because I'm a pervert.
Han Chae-ah rocked her hips.
To make Kim Jinwoo feel even better.
To fire him up to ravage her more.
Seducing him with her pussy.
"Haah, haah. C-cum quick... end it faaast......"
Lies.
I want more.
Want to cum more.
Want to cum more on Senior's cock.
"Eut!"
Cumming again.
One more time.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
As if refusing to let go.
And then Kim Jinwoo grabbed her hips.
"This fucking slut's still tempting my cock even now."
His pelvis slammed hard against her ass.
"I'm gonna cum—so take it all."
Please fill me up tight.
Ruin me without a gap.
With your seed.
With your color.
Paint me.
"Here it comes. Don't spill a drop."
That instant.
Byurrut!
"Heuuuugh!"
The cock inside her twitched.
Hot streams poured against her womb's entrance.
Heat like it would scald her.
Pregnancy.
The dangerous word flashed in her mind, but pleasure overpowered fear.
His seed was planting in her deepest place.
"Haah, haah."
Her body convulsed wildly, milking his cock.
As if to squeeze out every last drop.
Her consciousness blurred.
The ceiling fluorescents spun.
Drool trickled from her mouth; her legs trembled powerlessly.
"Euuu, Se-Senior......"
Han Chae-ah looked up at Kim Jinwoo above her, savoring his afterglow.
Sweat dripped from his forehead.
His whole body, moving harder than hers, was drenched.
He looked so cool.
Might seem rough to others, but to her.
'Not bad. No—handsome.'
Handsome.
Up close, his manly features brimmed with charm.
'Conquered by this man.'
The model student Han Chae-ah was utterly defeated.
The good girl Han Chae-ah was gone.
Senior reborn me.
"Next time, don't say you hate it—say 'thanks for the meal.' Got it?"
His whisper was devilishly sweet.
A faint triumph laced his amused tone.
She had no intention of releasing this devil.
Han Chae-ah tightened her limp legs around his waist.
Don't pull out yet.
Let me feel this heat a little longer.
I can never go back to the old good-girl Han Chae-ah.
"Th-thanks for the meal, Senior."
Forced out through clenched teeth, and his lip curled up.
"Cheeky bitch. Look forward to next time. I'll make sure you can't talk back then."
Her heart fluttered at those words.
What would next time bring?
Han Chae-ah smiled at Kim Jinwoo.
"I will."