A-ram's Conditioned Terror
Shin A-ram's hands and feet trembled without cease. 'I can't be weak. I can't be weak. I can't be weak...' No matter how much she repeated the self-suggestion all day long, the shaking wouldn't subside. If anything, it only grew worse. A woman weaker to violence than anyone else—that was A-ram, so it was inevitable.
[Hey.]
Even that man's ordinary remark overlaid her father's voice, making her entire body stiffen in terror. She'd thought she'd overcome it, at least for a moment. But she couldn't. No matter how hard she pretended to be strong, her true nature never changed. The instant a palm shot toward the sky, her eyes squeezed shut first. Her whole body quivered uncontrollably, her thoughts freezing solid. Before the learned fear, A-ram was still a fragile child who wanted to wet herself like a little kid.
"A-ram~~?"
As night fell, the man opened the door and stepped in. A-ram thought of her father. He too would beat her mom mercilessly during the day, then always crawl into her arms at night. Mom would moan and writhe in his embrace... A-ram had never understood her mother, who spread her legs so obediently even after such savage beatings. Why didn't she push him away? Why not kick him at least? Only now did A-ram finally understand her mother.
'Ah...'
A-ram's mind went blank. Instinctively, she crawled backward, but the wall blocked her—no more escape. The long chain around her neck... didn't hinder her movements. But A-ram couldn't move.
"A-ram. Did you eat well?"
The man approached slowly and began stroking her rigid head. It wasn't a touch meant to reassure her; he just wanted to touch. Whatever his intent, the stroking hand made A-ram gradually loosen up.
'He won't hit me.'
The moment that thought crossed her mind, the man spoke in a low voice.
"Hey. Answer me."
"Yes! Yes! I ate well!"
The instinctive reply burst out. It wasn't a calculated response to avoid a beating by obeying. She just answered because he told her to. That was all.
'Ah... I didn't eat...'
It was so automatic she panicked after spitting it out—her brain hadn't even processed it. Years of violence had conditioned her that way. In truth, A-ram hadn't touched the meal he'd brought. She hadn't meant to lie, but the lie slipped out anyway.
[Lying gets you hit.]
That's what she'd learned.
'I... I have to beg...!'
To avoid a beating, groveling flat was best. Whether guilty or not, admit fault first. Even if it was unreasonable, whimpering like a mangy dog at his feet was the only way to survive. To A-ram, the man before her wasn't her father—but he was.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
The man asked, puzzled. She hadn't made a peep in the room, hadn't defied him. She'd answered well, so he saw no wrongdoing on her part.
"I... I lied..."
"About what?"
"I... I didn't eat."
"Oh... you didn't? Why?"
The man was simply curious. So-hyun's dinner had been pretty tasty. The chicken he'd scarfed as a late breakfast had been good too.
"...I'm sorry."
"No, why didn't you eat?"
He asked for a reason, but her endless apologies irked him slightly. Just answer the damn question. Eating or not—what was the crime in that? If she didn't want to, she didn't have to.
"I'm sorry...!!!"
A-ram prostrated herself even lower. Naked on her knees, forehead to the floor. Her massive breasts might've gotten in the way, but her form was flawless. H-cup tits squished against her knees, spreading sideways. For her build, it was only natural when bowing like that.
"Fuck, answer me properly? I thought you were smart, but you're a thick-headed bitch too?"
"Eek! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Head pressed to the floor, A-ram began shaking all over.
'Ah... ah... he's... gonna hit me for sure... what do I do? What do I do? What do I do?'
Her mind, drained white, couldn't produce even the simplest solution.
"Hey."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I answered. I'll answer."
She'd put up all sorts of resistance on the way here, so why was she cowering like this now? The man couldn't understand. If she'd done something, fine. But he'd just hauled her kicking from the car to the room and briefly choked her that dawn. After that, she'd always obeyed. No reason to punish her, and he hadn't.
'Ah! Was it the choking?'
Only then did it click for the man. A-ram had turned obediently submissive out of the blue.
'Beaten as a kid, huh.'
He'd nailed the deduction. And he found her behavior pretty amusing.
"Hey."
The man grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. Fear stiffened her neck instinctively, but she was helpless against his strength. Forced to meet his eyes, A-ram squeezed hers shut to hide.
"You stupid bitch. Open your eyes."
"Hngh..."
To avoid a hit, she had to open them.
'I... I have to open them... have to...'
The instant she forced her eyes open, they met his—snake eyes glaring at her. A-ram could only slam them shut again.
"I said open them, you stupid bitch?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"
She had to open them, but couldn't. Terror eroded her reason so easily, and soon the bedsheet beneath her kneeling knees began soaking yellow.
"Kukuku. Holy shit, pissing herself too? She's been shitting and pissing since day one."
It was a hilarious sight. A grown woman leaking piss from a few words. Drunk on the omnipotence wrapping his body, the man cackled.
And before the laughing man, A-ram kept her eyes shut, mumbling apologies.
'He's... gonna hit me. Definitely... mercilessly...'
No way he wouldn't. She'd be pummeled with fists and kicks until she was a sobbing wreck, just like always. Experience told her that was the proper sequence.
But the man pulled her face into his chest.
"A-ram. You don't want to get hit, right?"
"Hic... sob sob... Yes! Yes! I don't want to... I'm scared... I don't want to get hit..."
His soft voice, his warm embrace. A-ram sobbed like a child in his arms. She didn't want to get hit. Didn't want to hurt. Didn't want to tremble from daily violence like when she was little.
"Then just obey me. What did I say?"
"Just obey and it'll be fine..."
"Then no one hits you—not me, not anyone else. No one can touch you."
"Just obey. Just..."
A-ram repeated it like engraving it into her body.
"Just obey..."
"I'll obey..."
*What can I say? It felt like being a god. Her god. Seeing her cling to me, weeping weakly, made my whole body—from my crotch to my roots—throb with tension. Did I have this kink? Felt like a new discovery.
A-ram had seemed so fierce at first, but she'd fallen into my grasp too easily. Too easy, it was almost disconcerting. Even if humans are fragile to violence, how much abuse as a kid turns someone into this reactive? I was curious.
"A-ram~"
"Yes..."
"Lie down."
"Yes."
A-ram lay flat the instant I commanded. Right on the piss-soaked bed she'd ruined. It should've disgusted her, but no sign of it. Like a robot. Ordered to lie down, so she did. That was it.
Felt like I'd gotten a fun new toy. It was fun before, but now even easier to play with?
"Spread your legs too."
"Yes..."
No hesitation there either. Her H-cup tits jiggled softly with the movement. Like pudding. Even a slight shake set them wobbling hypnotically, stirring lust.
I looked down at her pussy. Red and virgin-like, like Na-young's. Wait, Na-young's looked virgin too, but no hymen—so no assuming yet.
"Are you really a virgin, A-ram?"
"Yes. I'm a virgin."
"Phew~ Good thing. The thick-headed bitch next door lied. You wouldn't lie, right?"
"Yes... I won't lie."
A kid this terrified wouldn't lie. Probably true.
I grabbed a towel, slid it under her ass, yanked out wet wipes, and started cleaning her pussy. Even a beauty's piss was still piss. Watching her leak was a kink, but letting it touch me? No thanks.
That moment, I couldn't help but be surprised.
Huh...? What the—unexpected...
A-ram's pussy... was drenched in sticky arousal fluid.