My Lover Was Reborn as a Masochistic Slave 2
As Lee Hak-su's brutal thrusts repeated, Lee Seol's world began to change. The bright, beautiful world of her first twenty years darkened into an abyss where she couldn't even scream. Her father's beastly panting filled her ears, and the tearing pain in her lower body soon turned into a vicious heat that paralyzed her brain.
"Hah... Ugh! Ah, Daddy... Ah...!"
Lee Hak-su's movements quickened sharply. The madness that had swallowed his guilt raced toward the catastrophic conclusion of ejaculation. Lee Seol felt the fishy slickness of her virgin blood mixed with her juices trickling down her thighs, shuddering at the fact that the massive pillar impaling her belonged to her own father. But the moment that desperate realization crossed the threshold, something sharp shattered inside her.
The fact that she was being violated in the most humiliating way by the person she trusted most. The absolute wretchedness of becoming her father's breeding vessel under the voyeuristic gazes of countless spectators in this hellish space. When that wretchedness fused with the drug's hallucinations, her brain began misinterpreting the "pain" as "ecstasy" to endure it.
"Nngh...!"
Lee Hak-su's hips bucked one final time, slamming hard into the depths of Lee Seol's womb. It's so hot...! Her eyes rolled back white. She vividly sensed her father's hot, thick excretions pouring into her most intimate sanctuary like a waterfall. It wasn't just ejaculation. For her, it was a "brand" that obliterated her lifelong dignity as a human and her identity as a daughter.
When that destructive despair stabbed her heart, her body reacted grotesquely.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
Lee Seol let out a scream-like moan and desperately clung to Lee Hak-su's neck, gripping him with all her strength as if she couldn't bear to let go of the enemy who had pushed her into the abyss. Her womb walls convulsed around the hot semen, greedily squeezing his cock. Her entire body stiffened in the peak of orgasm. The blooming of masochism, where wretchedness became pleasure and despair became rapture.
Tears streaming down her face, Lee Seol bit into Lee Hak-su's shoulder as her hips trembled. The deeper the shame her father inflicted, the sharper and crueler her pleasure burned. On stage, her sobbing moans blended with her mother's lewd cries, signaling the perfect finale to the Pantheon's designed "Family Dismantling Show."
The stage, swept by frenzied copulation, reeked heavily of fishy semen, saliva, and the women's broken moans. Seo Ji-an lay splayed on the marble floor, gasping silently. From her ravaged twin gates, the men's white remnants endlessly leaked, soaking the cold floor. The piercings in her nipples and clitoris gleamed coldly under the lights, the surrounding flesh bruised purple from brutal tugging.
Her eyes, once those of a noble actress and loving mother, now stared blankly into space, unfocused. Perhaps from the overwhelming waves of pleasure, she hadn't even registered her daughter being violated right beside her, lost in the lingering vibrations within her body, sunk in animalistic afterglow.
"Hah... Ugh... Hn..."
Beside her, Lee Seol—barely draped in the tatters of her training dress—curled up like a fetus, breathing raggedly. The agony of her first physical rupture, the mental shock of losing her virginity to the father she trusted most. Red bloodstains mixed with fishy juices trickled between her pale thighs, forming grotesque patterns. Her lips were swollen from the forced union, tears streaking her cheeks.
But the most tragic was her body's response. Though her mind was shredded by shame worse than death, her drug-corrupted slender waist still twitched intermittently, remembering the hot sensation Lee Hak-su had left.
"Ah..... Ah..."
Lee Seol mumbled deliriously. In her dazed vision, she saw her father's retreating back—the man who had just ravaged her like a beast. Beside him, her mother lay soaked in filth, a remnant of pleasure. The fortress called family had collapsed completely.
The spotlight illuminated the two naked females sprawled on stage, no longer human. It was like a cruel drama.
Then the emcee ascended to center stage with elegant steps. His shoe clicks pierced Lee Seol's ears coldly.
"Well, esteemed guests. Satisfied? With the sight of the noblest human sanctum, 'familial bonds,' shattering so beautifully."
The emcee gazed approvingly at the sweating, panting Lee Hak-su and Lee Seol, and Seo Ji-an lost in afterglow beside them. Wild applause and grotesque cheers erupted from the audience.
"But this is just the beginning. Today's 'deflowering ceremony' is merely the prologue."
He lightly lifted Lee Seol's hair. Her unfocused eyes, trembling in pleasure's afterimage, had lost their former clarity, now tinged with wretched masochism.
"Lee Seol's brilliant masochism, just beginning to bloom. We will cultivate it gorgeously over the next month in our Pantheon's 'Special Training Show,' awaiting you all."
His gaze swept the VIPs.
"Watch this young sow, impregnated with her father's seed and intoxicated by her own misery—how far she can fall, and what ultimate submission she'll offer at the end. In a month, she will be reborn not as human, but as a 'perfect livestock' existing solely for your amusement."
Lee Seol let out a despairing moan at his words, but her lower abdomen still quivered faintly, reluctant to release the alien warmth Lee Hak-su had left. Her mind craved death, her body training—a hellish cycle.
Just yesterday, Lee Seol had been Korea's "national goddess." Her pure smile on billboards enraptured the nation; her path seemed forever flower-strewn. But now, that glory tore apart on Pantheon's stage amid fishy stench.
"Now, everyone. Where has the noble goddess we saw on TV yesterday gone?"
The emcee sneered at the audience. He grabbed Lee Seol's disheveled hair again, dragging her like a beast's carcass to Seo Ji-an's face.
Thud—
Her face hit the floor limply, smeared unrecognizably with fluids and tears. But his cruelty didn't stop. He seized her slender legs, forcing her defiled pussy against her mother's mouth.
Seo Ji-an, beyond human perception, had been scooping and devouring the men's semen from her holes. Instinct overrode recognition; her pleasure-soaked brain thirsted for the "new fluids" shoved before her. She growled beast-like, thrusting her tongue between Lee Seol's soaked thighs.
"Hah... Ugh... Nn...!"
As her mother's tongue violated her most secret place—freshly seeded by her father—Lee Seol's body convulsed in spasms.
"Mom... No... Stop... Please... Hngh!"
Lee Seol screamed, pushing at Ji-an's head, but the pleasure-maddened woman sucked deeper. Her mother savored the mix of daughter’s juices and husband's semen "deliciously." At this blasphemous sight, Lee Seol's last sanity snapped with a scream.
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
At the peak of shame, as if her brain would burn, her lower abdomen paradoxically surged again. Ravaged by father, now forced by mother's tongue—this destructive sensation plunged her into another climax. She bucked wildly, gripping Seo Ji-an's hair not in rejection, but ugly submission. VIPs' mad cheers rained on the mother-daughter duo entangled like beasts, devouring each other's fluids. Korea's worshiped goddess and her mother had fully devolved into bred "livestock" on Pantheon's stage.
The emcee approached Lee Hak-su slowly. As he heaved in ejaculation's afterglow, the emcee's smooth voice poured over his back. He extended a hand to the beast-prostrated man—not pity for defeat, but welcome for a fellow hell-crosser.
Lee Hak-su grasped it blankly. The emcee pulled him up, raising his hand high like a victor's.
"Esteemed guests! Behold! Introducing our 'true comrade,' born by burning his petty morality through this brutal trial!"
Thunderous applause and cheers exploded.
"Lee Hak-su is now recognized as one of us 'absolute beings.' In exchange for forsaking your pathetic paternal love, Pantheon's privileges grow stronger, more solid!"
A grotesque vitality sparked in Lee Hak-su's eyes. No trace of the man shuddering in guilt over raping his daughter. Adulation from Korea's top powers and relief at securing his "status" dominated him. Shoulders squared, he smirked vilely at the audience like a triumphant general, ignoring his moaning wife and shell-shocked daughter on stage. Guided by the emcee, he descended grandly.
"Oh, Lee Hak-su! Bold decision!"
"Welcome, celebrating your true manhood!"
Below, he clinked glasses with tycoons, laughing sociably—a stark contrast to the stage hell.
"Ah... Daddy...?"
Lee Seol stared blankly at his back. The savior she believed would rescue her in despair. But he was the betrayer who sold her to Pantheon for a crown.
In that moment, the flame of sorrow in her chest turned to cold, sharp hatred's ice. Separate from her drug-warped body spewing grotesque pleasure, her soul deep within cursed Lee Hak-su.
I'll kill you... I swear... I'll destroy you.
She gritted her teeth. The moan from her lips was a scream, but her heart's cry was a razor blade. As his retreating figure faded, her soul cooled to rot.
But cruel reality denied even time for hate.
"Hah... Ugh... Nn...!"
Between her legs, her most ravaged intimacy—Ji-an's beastly breath assaulted again. Insane, licking men's leavings, now enthralled by her daughter's fishy fluids. No maternal love in those eyes—only starved livestock's greed.
Scrape, slurrrp...
Each merciless scrape of Ji-an's tongue on sensitive walls made Lee Seol's upper body rigid with hate, lower body spewing eerie heat, kicking air.
"Mom... Stop... Please... Aaaah!"
She gripped Ji-an's hair—was it rejection, or instinct craving deeper violation? Father’s hot seed and mother’s slimy saliva churned inside, causing chilling vibrations. Her brain cursed the scene, screamed to tear Lee Hak-su apart, but her drug-dominated body was honest. As mother's skilled, greedy craving continued, her womb contracted madly, flooding Seo Ji-an's face with endless juices.
"Aaaah! Ah, Daddy—no, Lee Hak-su...!!! Aaaah!"
Finally, her body arched like a bow, trembling uncontrollably. The ultimate taboo of mother's tongue lapping father's traces ignited it. Even as her vision flashed white, she glared at Lee Hak-su laughing below. Each ecstatic surge sharpened her hatred's hue. Amid pleasure-screams, her nails clawed the stage floor bloody.
My wife-to-be, Lee Seol, endured a month of training with her mother thereafter, reborn as a masochistic slave. Five years passed since.
Now, before my eyes, she still hated the father who abandoned her. But she had become a masochistic meat-toilet slave, ovulating shamefully at the mere stench of her old, ugly masters' bodies.