The Beast's Voracious Feast
"Now that the elders seem to have all had their fill, come here, my dear."
The old man called to his grandson with a kindly smile. Even as his own mother desperately tried to soothe him by wrapping her hot lips around his glans and servicing him, it was reaching the limit to suppress the beastly, filthy nature rampaging within the boy. He surrendered his body to the fishy pleasure of his mother's lips, yet those eyes, brimming with eerie obsession, never once left Lee Seol for even a moment. Any ordinary woman would have been seized by chilling terror from that stalker-like, relentless gaze alone.
No sooner had the grandfather's summons fallen than the monstrous grandson lumbered forward, dragging his massive, grotesque body. Bare from the waist down, his flabby, hideous cock swinging as he charged—it was no longer the form of a human. It was more like some otherworldly creature, a gluttonous goblin. A piggish, obese goblin, panting from the fat clogging its body.
"There, now go and eat. Our grandson who waited so patiently while the elders feasted—you're such a good boy."
At the old man's permission, the creature rushed toward my bride, thick drool spilling from his lips as he muttered grotesque nonsense.
"Hee hee hee, sis... hi hi, sis eat more. You like this too."
The bizarre scene was like a hog in heat mounting a human woman—a bestial rut. Coating her with strings of drool, his tongue lapped at Lee Seol's face with wet smacks, as if trying to imprint his stench on her. The foul, sticky saliva gruesomely defiled her features. She looked like prey tossed to a rut-maddened swine.
But my bride—the once-noble goddess who had inspired my music. Her face became a hideous mess of the beast's sticky saliva, her cheeks flushing red with shame and depraved heat. Even as her eyelids stuck shut with the slime, her breathing grew ragged, her pupils dilating hazily in ecstasy. A faint smile curved her lips as she gazed at the filthy beast.
She gently stroked its head. The creature, eyes rolled back in rutting frenzy, seemed mesmerized by her touch and calmed for a moment.
"Yes... sis will eat more for you. Come here."
In that instant, my heart stopped, unable even to scream. A bizarre, intense shiver unlike anything I'd ever felt crashed over my soul like a wave.
Her face was smeared with beastly saliva, ruined beyond repair by shameful piercings and grotesque marks. Yet amid that squalor, her expression bloomed like the manifestation of a sublime goddess—beyond any language's power to describe. The compassionate smile of the Half-Seated Avalokiteshvara, lauded as the East's pinnacle of beauty, and Mona Lisa's enigmatic allure both paled before hers.
A fatal, decadent charm emanating from her aroused body, enough to make any male accept himself as the beast's inferior. But the sister's smile, stroking its head with warm tenderness like a scene from a first-love film. Her profane, sacred beauty devoured my entire soul.
Yes. In that moment, enlightenment struck. The epiphany of revelation, the spiritual awakening the pious speak of. The muse who had inspired me before was the pure, untouchable Lee Seol. But now, this fallen goddess, smiling seductively with her face crushed by beastly saliva—that was my true muse.
An inexplicable inspiration exploded forth. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I yearned to pour it all onto staff paper. Tears streamed from my eyes.
And, "Ah...... my goddess. I love you."
I uttered the wretched confession without thinking. Watching her about to spread her legs for another man—no, not even a man, but a hideous thing, willingly submitting—I made the world's most tragic love declaration.
She had been merely an object of distant admiration. We'd known each other as humans for barely any time. And in that short span, she'd shown only her filthy meat toilet nature, unimaginable for any person. Yet instead of disappointment or contempt, I simply fell in love. The elders in the waiting room couldn't even mock me, weeping my pathetic love confession. My raw, fervent sincerity seemed to reach even hell's demons.
And to my bride, Lee Seol. She lifted her saliva-slicked head and gazed at me slowly. Transparent tears welled in her hazy eyes, tracing down her cheeks. Her body, grotesquely pierced and ravaged by the reeking old men. Now about to mate with this piggish beast, filthy as she was—my love confession in this moment she deserved contempt warmed her heart.
That warmth spilled as endless tears over her saliva-smeared cheeks. The scene made even her monstrous owners and her brother Lee Hyun, the organization's overseer, pause. If any human emotion lingered, no villain, however vile, could resist being swept into that overwhelming sentiment.
But one creature alone refused that noble silence. Whether from deficient intellect or because human feelings had been excised from birth, the grotesque, pig-like monster before her remained unmoved. The instant her "sis" gaze shifted to me, it bellowed with feral murderous intent, like a wild beast robbed of its mate.
The eyes of my bride Lee Seol, shining with warmest light as she affirmed my love. The monster seized her jaw roughly. Then thrust its grotesquely twisted cock—unbelievable for a human—before her face.
The beast's fishy musk stabbed her nostrils. Lee Seol shook her head, moaning in despair.
"Ah... haa... hng.... No...."
She instinctively turned away, but the beast's brutish grip clamped her jaw. Panting roughly, it jammed its repulsive meat rod against her nose.
"Haa... no... haa... ngh...."
The hot heat on her lips, the noxious stench numbing her nose. Her slender shoulders began to tremble faintly as she struggled against it. But that overwhelming violence and ugliness only aroused her masochism. In deepening humiliation from resistance, she gradually succumbed to the beast's weight and bizarre form.
The old man had deliberately left it unwashed: uncircumcised, the glans crevices packed with nauseating smegma. That rotten, pungent male reek pierced her senses, awakening her masochistic instincts and eroding her mind.
The noble light in her eyes, briefly revived by my confession, began to fade.
"Haa... haa...."
Lee Seol fought desperately against her nature amid ragged breaths. But five years of brutal training had seared the masochist's brand deep into her soul. The ingrained masochism mocked her fledgling reason, reclaiming her body. Her briefly clear eyes clouded again in fallen pleasure.
At last, she parted her lips herself, savoring the filthy smegma caked on the beast's cock. The hardened, stuck grime she sucked lovingly, as if the world's sweetest feast. The massive glans bore a hefty load. She rolled the fishy clumps in her mouth, melting them slowly like precious candy, coquettishly slurping them down.
Her precious mouth filled with the grayish crud. She savored it slowly, deliciously.
"Gulp....."
As always, so familiarly, she pulled her lips wide to show him. Proving she'd swallowed every trace of the beast's foul excretion, she bared her flushed mouth's every corner to the monster.
"See... sis, today too.... ate every bit, nothing left. So yummy."
The monster clapped like a child, cackling.
"Yayyy.... all gone. All eaten up."
Her owners, briefly moved by my sincerity, watched breathlessly. The dramatic reversal—her spark of life from my confession crushed again by training's yoke, plummeting back to wretched slave—was their unexpected delight. Satisfaction and greedy madness gleamed in their eyes as they watched her despairing obedience.
"See, Grandpa! See! Sis ate all of mine today, nothing left."
The boy's hideous grandfather beamed with pride. Everyone, himself included, had paused in lost humanity. But his grandson alone shattered that beauty with predator's instinct.
"Heh heh, that's my blood. Our boy was born with a ruler's qualities."
Thrilled by the praise, the beast panted in ecstasy, as if the world were his. He thrust his grotesquely erect cock roughly at my girl's face.
"So good! Sis, come on, eat more. Yeah?"
The beast whooped childishly, savagely shoving his inhumanly misshapen cock into Lee Seol's mouth. Pounding like a cunt, mercilessly.
"Mmph...! Mmmph.....!"
Even in choking agony, she instinctively opened her throat, taking the massive horror to the root. Tears streamed down her cheeks, yet no gag escaped. Instead, she skillfully swirled her tongue around the glans, greedily welcoming the throat-raping monstrosity.
Her briefly awakened self from my confession was now fully swallowed with the beast's fluids, down her gullet.
Watching her so naturally skilled, memories reconstructed: her hand in the monster's, vanishing into darkness. The dizzying adulterous thrill made my body shudder unwittingly.
"Mmph!.. Ngh!.. Gulp.. gulp..!!"
Lee Seol's slender throat convulsed unnaturally. The beast, buried in her gullet, began unloading sticky semen.
Her throat gulped relentlessly at the hot, fishy flood.
"....Gulp! Gulp!... Mmph.. mmph!!!.....!!"
But soon, excess spilled, filthily staining her. Semen oozed from her lips, trickling down her collarbone, desecrating her pure white wedding dress.
"Gulp.... gulp....."
Yet weeping, she swallowed to the last drop.
"Haa..... haa...."
The inhuman volume bloated her belly. The hot, fishy liquid coursed her veins like a lethal aphrodisiac, plunging her into frenzied heat.
Her eyes glazed dreamily as she turned, crouching doggy-style, presenting her secret place to the beast's cock.
"Come... haa.. haa... eat more... sis's yummy pussy."
A normal man would need her to arch high on the sofa for height, but for the 130cm dwarf, floor-level sufficed. It was pure canine mating.
Fresh from cumming, yet her lewd enticement revived it—instantly, grotesquely swollen, radiating bursting heat, drooling clear precum like beast slobber.
The woman to be my bride had fully transformed into a bitch in heat, desperate for the monster's seed.
Defeat before tycoons ruling industry and politics? That I could accept—instinctual submission to alphas, now familiar. But this—defeat to a thing dumber and uglier than a five-year-old? Different. Watching my girl offer her ass to that horror, begging to mate... unspeakable revulsion and defeat consumed me.
I felt brutally rejected by the woman I'd confessed to—stolen by a worthless non-rival.
"Ah.... haa...."
Barred by the chastity device, my denied cock leaked precum, soaking my pants shamefully, like incontinence.
Just moments ago, I'd confessed soul-blazingly, moving all. Now, caged and leaking pathetically, I crumbled into masochistic pleasure and despair.
My wretched display was prime entertainment for the waiting room crowd. Later I learned it was all flawlessly recorded, edited into a drama. Top stars in real-life agony, twisted into sadistic stories for their tastes—I'd been cast as a supporting role. Unwittingly, my improv thrilled them.
Fed up with scripted fakes, my human ruin became vivid drama for the powerful. These unscripted shows always ended the same: no happy endings. Like Lee Hak-su and Seo Ji-an's romance, they were certain ours would too.