A Masochist's Full Bloom
"You're heavy. Get off."
"You said you did judo. This much should be nothing."
Kim Taeyoung crushed her under the full weight of his body. Song Jihye thrashed against the outrage of it, and he was glad he'd bound her arms. If he hadn't, she might well have reversed the hold and pinned him instead.
"If you're going to do it, hurry up and finish!"
"Still rebellious."
"Aah!"
His finger plunged deep into her pussy. The sudden assault made Song Jihye's body arch wide open.
"I'll let you come once, first."
"Wh-what! Hnnngh! Haaah!"
"Sensitive, aren't you? All that masturbation paying off?"
Only a single finger had gone in, and the reaction was violent. Straddling her, Kim Taeyoung worked her pussy with everything he had, and just above it he pressed, lightly, at the other hole.
"Aaah! Wh-why are you touching me there!"
"You're twitching like you're begging for it. Strong-willed women always have weak assholes. Let's see about you."
"Aaah! Stop! Don't put it in! I'll kill you! Put it in and I'll kill—! Kyaaaaah!"
For the first time, something womanly broke out of Song Jihye. Both her holes were being ravaged.
"Oh? Already getting sloppy. Feel that slick coming out?"
"Hnnn, don't!"
"For someone telling me to stop, you're feeling it awfully well. Don't tell me you actually get off on being forced."
"Uwaaah! Aaaah!"
"You like the insults too. Look at that pussy clenching. Filthy pervert slut."
Kim Taeyoung was certain of her nature now. It wasn't that her body was unusually sensitive. She simply liked being roughly used. Otherwise her pussy would never have gotten this wet this fast. If that was her taste, he'd match it.
"Your pussy's about to swallow my fingers. What, because all you ever did was train like a maniac?"
"Nngh, sh-shut up. Hnnngh!"
"All bark. And you can't do a damn thing. You're going to be whimpering under me in a minute, so what's with all the pride?"
"Fuck! Haaaaah! Wh-why am I—!"
His insults and his rough fondling blew her pleasure apart. She hit orgasm in an instant, and her body trembled.
"Already? Cheap little pussy. Even Myangmyang wasn't this easy."
"Hnn, nngh!"
He kept degrading her, but Song Jihye, caught in the orgasm, couldn't pull herself together.
Why is my body reacting like this? It didn't even compare, in speed or in depth, to doing it alone. Are a man's hands always like this?
"There's the face of a female in heat."
Having sent her over, Kim Taeyoung climbed off. With a hand soaked in her slick he caught her face and lifted it.
Song Jihye's sharp features had gone slack. It was the face of a female drowned in pleasure.
"Hnn, nn..."
"You knew you'd end up like this, so why fight me tooth and nail? Hm?"
He slapped her cheeks, light and sharp. The sting brought her expression back.
"Y-you..."
Lucid again, Song Jihye glared at him. Kim Taeyoung snorted and moved behind her.
"Can't have only you satisfied."
"Aah! W-wait! No!"
"No? Yes."
He spread her ass wide. A pussy with no grooming at all came into view. He took his cock and drove it in, and into a pussy already streaming slick it slid smooth.
"Aaaaah! B-big—!"
It was far larger than the dildo she usually used. It felt as if her pussy would tear, and that only made the pleasure greater.
She was a masochist. She enjoyed pain. Whether she'd been born that way or the brutal training had made her so, there was no telling.
When she masturbated, she pinched her nipples hard enough that it felt as if they'd tear off, or shoved a dildo in while she was still dry.
Endure a moment of pain, and pleasure followed. This time was no different.
"Hnn, aaah!"
The huge cock that felt as if it would split her delivered a huge pleasure. Her whole body tingled.
"Like it?"
"Nngh, I-I don't know!"
Smack! Kim Taeyoung brought his hand down hard. A red palm print bloomed across her firm ass. Fierce pain struck, and at the same instant Song Jihye's waist arched the other way.
"Hiiik!"
"Don't talk cocky. Do you not know who's on top right now?"
Smack! A palm print marked the other cheek.
"Hik!"
"Answer. Who's on top?"
"Sh-shut up! Kyaaaah!"
Smack! Smack! Two in a row this time. Every time he struck her ass, her pussy clenched hard around his cock. A masochist, just as he'd thought—her pussy rejoiced every time she was hit.
Each slap made her body shudder and the grip of her pussy tighten. Her voice grew sweeter. Her face as a female in heat was probably deepening too. He couldn't see it, but he was sure.
"Hiiit!"
"Hitting you doesn't seem like punishment at all. Want to try the opposite? Curse at me, and I stop spanking you."
"Y-you lunatic. You think I'll listen just because you say so...?"
Song Jihye was still defiant, even with a body plainly pickled in pleasure. Kim Taeyoung snorted. He drove his cock all the way to the back of her pussy and stopped moving.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? Punishing you. I'm not moving until you get polite."
A masochist felt pleasure the more he hit her, so he punished her the other way. Withholding pleasure was her punishment.
"Ha..."
Song Jihye let out an empty laugh. But how long could she last? This was a pussy that had already orgasmed and drunk its fill of pleasure. Even now it had to be itching past endurance. This was a contest of patience.
One minute passed.
"Quit the pride and just fuck me already. Don't you want to come too? I heard all men are like that."
Two minutes.
"H-how long are you going to stay like this?"
Three minutes.
"At least untie my arms!"
Four minutes. Song Jihye, who'd been tossing out a line at a time, started moving her hips, trying to slide herself on and off his cock in pursuit of pleasure. He couldn't allow that. Kim Taeyoung put his weight into it and shoved her forward.
"Hey!"
"Not hey. Oppa."
"Are you insane? That embarrassing—"
"Then call me Master. Given your tastes, that one suits you better anyway."
"Bullshit."
Smack! A surprise slap landed on her ass.
"Kyaaaah!"
A cute voice came out of Song Jihye. Joy at the sudden pain made her pussy twitch and spit slick. Then stillness again.
"Ugh. M-move!"
"Don't want to."
"I was wrong, so hurry! What the hell is this!"
"Polite, starting with how you talk."
"Ah! Fuck, seriously! Nngh... I was wrong. Please move. I'm really desperate. Down there it's itching so bad I think I'll go crazy... please."
"You tried. Here's a reward."
Smack! Another slap.
"Haaaah."
Whether she liked being hit or simply couldn't help it, Song Jihye let out a melting moan—the most womanly sound she'd made yet.
"You know what you have to do now, right? Ask me again."
"Hah..."
Song Jihye exhaled hot breath. She still hated Kim Taeyoung. Not merely disliked him—she loathed him. He was the bastard who had taken her unni. Asking that bastard politely was worse than dying.
But if she didn't speak, it seemed they would stay like this forever. She bent her pride. Words alone would sting it, but she could manage words. She only had to feel pleasure from them.
"I'm sorry. I was insolent. So please move. I beg you. Hiiiiik!"
She submitted. Kim Taeyoung moved his cock as promised, and she felt it even more than before.
"A-aaaaah! Wh-what is this! Why is it like this! Haaaaah! Haaah!"
Pride breaking was pain too. Taking a cock from the person she hated most in the world was a pain of the heart, and pain of the heart was fine fuel for a masochist. Having her pride shattered by someone she truly despised brought that masochism into full bloom.
"Hgyaaah! Gaaaaah!"
Pleasure surged in—enormous pleasure, dozens of times more intense than the masturbation in which she imagined being raped and rammed a dildo into her pussy. It was a pleasure that felt as if it would break her mind.
She was crazy. There was no other word for it. This would make her strange. After going through something like this, she couldn't help becoming strange. But there was no way to escape. The pleasure had already crashed over her whole body.
"Hah! Haa! Haaah! This is a cock! Aaaah!"
"Crazy bitch. You really like it, huh?"
Kim Taeyoung degraded her, but no answer came back. She only panted each time he thrust, not hearing him at all.
Smack!
"Heeeet! I like it! I like my ass hit! Hiik!"
She still reacted to the spanking. Kim Taeyoung drove his cock back and forth and kept slapping her ass. Before long Song Jihye orgasmed. Her pussy rippled.
"A-aaaah! I'm coming! So good! Aaaaaah!"
"She's completely gone. Ugh!"
She screamed out her orgasm, and her pussy clenched as if it would snap his cock off. It was a different feeling from Heo Myangmyang's, whose narrow hole had been powerful in its own way. This felt like being crushed by perfectly trained muscle.
The fierce grip dragged Kim Taeyoung's climax out of him. He drove his hips deep and poured semen into her pussy.
Glug. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug.
"Aaaah! Haaaah! It's hot! It's coming in! Aaaah!"
Song Jihye orgasmed as she took him coming inside her. When the last drop was spent, Kim Taeyoung pulled out of her pussy. With a wet pop, his cock slipped free.
He knelt in front of her ruined face, grabbed her hair roughly, and lifted her head.
"Open your mouth."
"Hah...?"
"I said open. Suck my cock. Bite, and I'll punish you."
He was making her perform Cleaning Fellatio. A woman with a filthy temper might cause an accident, but right now he thought it would be fine. The instinct was strong. This female was not the proud, foul-tempered Song Jihye. She was a masochistic bitch who had submitted to a cock.
"Hup... mn...!"
As expected, the bitch opened her mouth obediently and took the cock, coated in semen and her own slick, into her mouth.
"Watch your teeth!"
She had clearly never given a blowjob; the technique was hopelessly clumsy. Each time, Kim Taeyoung slapped her back with his palm. And every time she was hit, Song Jihye rejoiced.