The Beast's Filthy Rut and the Leashed Bride
The deformed grandson's beastly, ragged breathing in the bride's waiting room gradually shifted into eerie moans, and his grotesquely bloated lower body began to twitch.
"Nu-naaa.....! Ahh, ahhh....."
As if he couldn't hold back any longer, he roughly yanked down his pants with his short, stubby hands. At that moment, gasps echoed through the waiting room.
From his 130cm dwarfish frame rose a monstrously oversized cock that defied all proportion—grotesquely swollen and enormous.
"Th-this too.....! Eat this too, sis! Eat iiiit!"
Uncircumcised, his erect member was revoltingly repulsive. Veins bulging absurdly thick and long, twisted in an unnatural curve. But what truly furrowed everyone's brows was the crusty filth encircling the glans: yellowish mucus mixed with white powder, hardened into disgusting smegma.
Its putrid stench assaulted the nose like a punch, and every time he shook his hips in excitement, flakes of that vile secretion scattered right in front of Lee Seol's face.
The freakish size and utter lack of hygiene made it look not like human flesh, but the reproductive organ of a beast crafted solely for primal greed and breeding.
Then, the old man who had been watching it all with satisfaction spoke up.
"That's enough."
At the low, gravelly command, the boy—lost in arousal and reduced to a beast—froze mid-motion.
The old man eyed the freakish cock with a chuckle, then continued in a scolding tone.
"I've told you time and again! Adults eat first, then you get your turn. Follow the order, you little shit."
The monster-like boy let out a bizarre wail like a beast's howl, protesting to his grandfather.
"Waaah! This sis.... she eats this too. It's s'posed to be part of it, all the way!"
Like an autistic child throwing a fit over a disrupted routine, he huffed and puffed in agitation.
That word "s'posed to" from his mouth hit me like a blow to the back of the head, leaving me dazed.
S'posed to..... s'posed to??? What the hell...
In that instant, fragmented memories long sealed deep in my brain began to reassemble.
It had definitely started that way. She was like a goddess descended to save lowly humans, pitying the pathetic, deficient creature and mercifully consuming his tainted treat. I clearly remembered the monster seeming satisfied, bowing in thanks before they parted.
But when had it changed? For a while, he'd been content with just the snack, but his demands had grown.
"Tasty, right? Sis, more!!! Eat moreee~"
He reached out with sticky hands, pulling Lee Seol along. She gave a strange smile and silently took his hand. Soon, the two vanished into the shadows in an eerie silence.
Onlookers watched, murmuring lowly.
"Tsk tsk, that's why you don't show kindness to those kinds."
"They never stop demanding. Give 'em an inch, they want a mile—like beasts."
"Hah... still, gotta hand it to her. Lee Seol.... you can't deny it's real."
Scenes I'd dismissed back then as mere "the saint's patient service" now pieced together into a vivid puzzle of depravity.
Yes. That thing was truly a hideous 'beast.' And my bride was a masochistic meat toilet who served with 'real' sincerity.
I began to imagine what had happened after she was led into the darkness by that repulsive creature's hand.
My head spun, and a sickening, fuzzy pleasure welled up from my groin.
Now I started doubting every act of kindness that had defined her life. The lowlifes other celebrities treated like air—guards, janitors, lowly staff—she'd been endlessly sweet to them all.
What if that thoughtful nature wasn't from noble character, but the instinct of a perfectly conditioned masochistic slave?
My mind spiraled into uncontrollable chaos. Scattered memory fragments assembled into grotesque shapes. My imagination chained one horror to the next.
Sweaty security guards reeking of sour body odor, janitors with piss-soaked clothes from toilet duty. Practice rooms thick with heat and sweat-drenched trainees. My goddess on her knees at those lowly men's feet, reveling in their stale stench, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face.
That wretched, lewd vision awakened the twisted desires inside me, dragging my reason into the abyss.
As the dizzying fantasy stimulated my brain, something within me thrashed wildly.
"Ah......"
My breath quickened unbidden, and beneath my pants, my cock reared up grotesquely, swelling.
In this scene of depravity I should loathe, I was assimilating with them. This was the feeling... the arousal my woman felt from masochism. The sensation of being dyed in training and falling into corruption—I was experiencing it firsthand.
Then, an old man—my father-in-law—slapped Min Hye-won's dazed ass hard, her mind fogged from sloppy kisses with the other elders.
Smack-!
With a sharp crack, her pale flesh flushed red in an instant. Jolted awake by the sudden pain, she stifled a scream, body trembling.
"Now, take that brat to the corner and calm him down."
Feeling the stinging pain in her reddened buttocks from her father-in-law's strike, Min Hye-won panted, struggling to catch her breath. Obeying the irresistible command, she took her son's sticky, huffing hand and led him to the sofa.
Familiar with the routine, she knelt at her aroused son's feet, his massive freakish cock throbbing erect. Before her eyes loomed the monstrous thing, veins bulging hideously, precum oozing from the tip with a foul stench.
Just as Min Hye-won was about to take the grotesquely swollen monster in her lips—
The old man watching from behind with a sinister gaze barked in a tearing voice.
"Hold it! Leave that precious smegma alone."
At the command, her lips froze trembling in mid-air. The old man's eyes fixed on the clumps of filth caked on his grandson's cock. He cackled with beastly glee.
"Just gently suck the glans to calm him. Save that treasure for our bride-to-be today. Kehahaha!"
The old man's mad laughter echoed grotesquely off the waiting room walls.
I stood there, stunned, my thoughts grinding to a halt.
Even for them..... making someone eat that shit...
But I couldn't lift a finger. No, I couldn't even muster the will. In this space, I was just a powerless spectator forced to watch the horrific violation.
I had to grab Lee Seol's hand right now and flee this ugly pit. My heart pounded like it would burst, screaming to run—but my limbs sank heavy as lead weights.
I knew it. My body wouldn't move not from fear alone, but because my cowardly instincts, kneeling before predators, suppressed me for survival.
Thus, I was becoming a complicit coward in this hellscape.
Lee Hyun, the organization executive, checked the time and spoke.
"Come on, Mother. Time's running out. Hurry and present Sis to the Masters."
Gripping his mother's grotesquely enlarged, hideous breasts, Lee Hyun issued a low, chilling command. Seo Ji-an whimpered and sobbed as her chest was clutched, her eyes brimming with desperate maternal love and apology for her daughter.
But after over twenty years as the organization's slave, her body recognized him as a Master—irresistible, even if her own son.
Lee Hyun commanded his mother and sister.
"Oh, first—kiss. Clean Sis's filthy mouth before serving the Masters."
Without hesitation, Seo Ji-an pressed her lips to her beautiful daughter's.
"Urk......!"
The moment their lips met, Seo Ji-an felt a violent nausea twisting her guts. From the goddess-like, noble Lee Seol's lips poured an indescribable beastly reek.
It was the lingering trace of that monster boy who'd just ravaged her mouth, force-feeding his saliva.
The boy was stench incarnate. Rotten spit pooled between his yellowed, unbrushed teeth. His fishy, sticky saliva devoured the sweet breath a bride should have.
Yet that dizzying filth paradoxically stirred the masochism buried deep in Seo Ji-an's core.
"Ah......!"
Unable to resist the rising arousal, she shuddered. Her thighs quivered. Her pure white panties soaked through with instinctively gushing nectar.
Like a bitch in heat, Seo Ji-an parted her lips. She greedily lapped at the rotten, vibrating saliva of that monster from her daughter's mouth, as if it were the sweetest holy water.
Tears of submission and moans of depravity echoed miserably from the mother-daughter's sloppy kiss.
The beastly remnants defiling Lee Seol's mouth—Seo Ji-an meticulously scooped them with her tongue, determined not to leave a drop.
Gulp. Her throat bobbed loudly. The mass of filth vanished completely into her depths.
Seo Ji-an's eyes glazed over. Lost in depraved excitement, her focus blurred. Shame and masochism intertwined. Her insides were a sopping mess of nectar.
Lee Hyun eyed them coolly, like merchandise.
"Good. She's ready now."
He pressed Lee Seol down with cold hands.
"Now, greet the Masters."
He made her squat facing the old men, legs spread in an M.
"Bitch. Show the Masters you're ready to mate."
"Pardon?.............."
Lee Seol, her mind fogged by pleasure, tilted her head blankly.
A fishy sneer curled Lee Hyun's lips.
"Gone dumb from being a bitch?"
Shrrk—
He roughly hiked up her dress hem. Her defenseless white thighs and pussy exposed.
"Hold it up so the Masters can see your filthy cunt clearly, you dog-bitch."
Blushing furiously, Lee Seol gripped her own dress hem, squatting with legs spread. She turned her face away, breathing ragged with shame.
She shook her head slightly in embarrassment, but her body was brutally honest. The VIPs' hungry gazes hit her exposed intimacy, and her conditioned nerves went haywire.
Mocking her fleeting shame, thick, clear nectar gushed out, dripping onto the marble floor.
The Masters' greedy stares crushed her. At first, it dripped like water. But as masochistic thrill peaked, it turned grotesque: white, sticky globs clinging to her pussy.
Fishy fluids stretched in strings, leaving humiliating trails. The air shifted. The room filled with the pungent pheromones of a bitch in heat.
"Hah, ah......"
The beastly, mating-craving scent overpowered the lily fragrance of the bride's waiting room.
The old men's eyes gleamed madly at the stimulating odor. Just their sticky gazes raking over her made Lee Seol's body writhe in arousal on its own.
Five years of breeding had left an indelible conditioned reflex. Waves of pleasure surged. Her eyes clouded with ecstasy's poison.
Then Lee Hyun beckoned me.
"Hey, bro-in-law. Come here."
I swallowed dryly and stepped forward slowly. I stood beside my bride-to-be, Lee Seol.
Her eyes, clouded by pleasure's haze, stared blankly into space—fixed only on masochistic sensations and the Masters granting them.
But as I approached, a faint blush touched her cheek, as if aware of me.
Well, well...
Sensing the subtle change, Lee Hyun smirked oddly. He attached a leash to the ornate necklace around his sister's slender neck and handed the end to me.
The cold, sticky leather feel. I stared blankly at the leash in my hand.
"What're you doing?"
Lee Hyun whispered low in my ear with a fishy smile.
"Hurry and lead the bride in."
He yanked his sister's leash forward hard. Her posture collapsed, pitching her ahead—but she quickly corrected, crawling on all fours like a dog.
Just four meters, but it felt eternal. The faint tremors from the leash end pierced my heart through my palm.
My chest ached. My eternal muse, my goddess Lee Seol—now stripped of human dignity, reduced to a spectacle for lecherous old men.
Against my pity, my eyes were spellbound, locked on her pathetic rear.
Already, thick, sticky nectar gushed like filth down her white thighs—proof she'd fully assimilated into this space's madness.
"Hah, ah......"
The ripe bitch-scent wafted through the air. That sickly sweet, nauseating pheromone cloyed at my nose.
Witnessing this misery, my groin surrendered to beastly instinct, swelling grotesquely. I was seized by the urge to grab those white hips, ram myself roughly into her honey-soaked hole.
My mind hazed, heart racing wildly. Her swaying ass before me was exquisite torture—a seductive dance dragging me to beastliness.
Into the old men's greedy aura, I walked of my own accord.
As we neared the Masters, Lee Seol's breaths grew rougher. With trembling hands, I offered my bride's leash to her Masters myself.
"Heh, look at the groom. What a sight."
The old men's fishy gazes pierced my groin. Seeing my wife-to-be eagerly lapping at the Masters' filthy feet, my eyes too clouded with pleasure's fog, ragged beastly breaths bursting from deep in my lungs.
Shamefully, my pants strained to burst, precum soaking them like I'd pissed myself.
They treated it as amusing spectacle, alternating leers between Lee Seol and me, spewing unspeakable insults.
They clapped and cheered.
"As expected... Pantheon never disappoints."
"Found a fine husband for the bitch, just like her daddy."
I couldn't retort, just panted raggedly. I felt shame for the me who'd cursed Lee Hak-su when I first heard of Park Manager's atrocities.
Lee Hak-su, eyes bloodshot with lust, beastly craving wealth, power, and his crawling, aroused daughter. Somehow, his face overlapped with mine.