Such a Fate
Such a Fate
"Ugh, h-h-huhh...!"
A strangely unadaptable foreign sensation from below.
My body must have felt something strange too, as all my muscles tensed up.
But what drove me crazy more than anything else was the position.
Without any resistance, as if willingly allowing myself to be taken, as if permitting my body to be conquered, the position of meekly presenting my pelvis was utterly humiliating to me.
However, that wasn't the only humiliating thing.
-Peok!
"Ha-euk?! H-h-heut! N-nooo...! Hwaaang?!"
The position itself was humiliating, but even more humiliating was the fact that unwanted moans automatically escaped my lips every time Jerad thrust his hips.
If a third party were to hear my voice, no matter how much I said I disliked it, it would sound less like genuine dislike and more like an interjection during sex.
"Heok, heok. Your grip is no joke, Lunia. Even I might cum if I'm not careful."
"H-heuk, k-k-keueut! D-don't be a fucking idiot, st-stop it...!"
I just wished he'd cum quickly, like a premature ejaculator, and this whole thing would be over.
But my body was too stiff for that.
My entire body was already tensed, allowing only stiff, robot-like movements.
Moreover, to hasten Jerad's climax, wouldn't I ultimately have to move myself?
Me, moving my pelvis myself, pushing my butt forward then thrusting it back?
And for a man who had his dick shoved into my pussy?
Absolutely, absolutely not.
'I'm, fuck. I'm not gay.'
Even though I had already given myself over to a doggy-style position like a female conquered by a male, the tattered remnants of my pride, barely guarding the gates of my sexuality, absolutely refused to allow it.
After all, if I were to move my hips myself,
wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that this act, the act of being fucked by a man's dick, felt good?
However, because of my useless pride, the duration of my intercourse with Jerad gradually began to lengthen.
Jerad, feeling the urge to cum from my tightness, had slowed down before he could accidentally cum.
And as the speed decreased, the vaginal walls near my tailbone, which couldn't be reached in a missionary position, were stimulated by Jerad's glans—
-Jjeureureuk....
"...Heok?!"
My back arched like a bow without me realizing it.
I was momentarily flustered.
I hadn't known my body would react like this.
"Heheheh, if you moan that loudly, everyone will hear, Lunia."
"...Eut, ugh...!"
That moan just now wasn't one I wanted to make.
But, I had no choice but to admit it.
Every time Jerad fucked me, I couldn't hold back my moans.
It must have been because of this fucked-up position.
The doggy-style position, while bringing shame and submission to a woman, also scrapes against the back vaginal walls that aren't usually reached.
I reluctantly turned my head towards my arms.
The forced, stifled moans leaking out between my arms would only excite Jerad more, but as Jerad said, I couldn't have anyone else come looking if they heard my moans.
-Jjeureueuk..., peok.
"...Eueup, eup. Keup, keuheup."
Matching the significantly slower speed of his thrusting, the tone of the moans automatically escaping my throat also became noticeably lower.
But conversely, the backlash of my resolve not to move myself began to set in.
-Jjilggeok...!
"...Keuh, is my cock that good? You're already getting wet."
"...Eueup...!"
I tried to retort to Jerad's words, but since my arm was covering my mouth, a rather unthreatening voice escaped.
'...I don't like it.'
As time passed, I was gradually being put at a disadvantage.
Even if a person was born female from the start, each individual's sexual preferences differ.
Of course, one shouldn't generalize the female gender with such things, but most women instinctively possess a slight masochistic tendency.
If you were to ask women whether they preferred hitting or being hit during sex with a man, the majority would probably answer that they preferred being hit rather than hitting.
However, unless they truly had a masochistic disposition, there would absolutely be no woman or man who wanted to be hit during sex.
The reason for this, though it's only a conjecture, is most plausibly that it stems from the natural order where the most superior male claims the females within the pack.
Literally, 'instinct'.
So, if you're asking why I'm telling you this now—
"...Eup, eut. ...Heut, ...ha-euk."
Jerad's words about me starting to get wet.
They were very much connected.
Though my mind was born male, my current body was ultimately female.
And the primal instinct of a female: to carry the seed of the most superior male.
The act performed to receive that seed was precisely Jerad thrusting his enormous cock into my pussy right now, and every time Jerad's dick penetrated my most secret and deepest parts, my body grew hotter and hotter.
Moreover, even if I didn't want to acknowledge my body's state, my mind, as if forcibly awakening my consciousness, noticed that my moans were also becoming increasingly wet.
"...H-heuk, h-h-heut! Ah, a-aang...!"
I'm going crazy.
The strength in my two arms, barely leaning against the wall to keep from slipping and falling, was gradually draining away.
Moreover, with that disgustingly huge cock thrusting into me from behind, my thighs had already lost strength, and I was desperately trying to endure the trembling, exerting all my might not to collapse.
The muscles that had been tightly tensed from nervousness now relaxed completely as if anesthetized, making my body more flexible.
And a body becoming flexible during sex meant the same as it starting to feel things more intensely.
"...Heup?! Eueup! Eung-geuk...!"
This meant I was at a disadvantage.
My pussy was starting to get wet enough for Jerad to notice.
And a wet pussy meant the same as Jerad's fucking feeling good.
Perhaps Jerad had noticed, as he absolutely did not increase the speed of his thrusting.
Very slowly, he leisurely scraped against my vaginal walls, as if savoring each curve of them.
Thus, no matter how many times he thrust, Jerad would be able to hold back his climax.
Conversely, my body, continuously stimulated, would become aroused to an uncontrollable degree.
Because a woman's body was surprisingly vulnerable to sexual desire, if I were to become so aroused that even I couldn't suppress it—
I might end up begging him to let me cum, even though I hadn't taken an aphrodisiac like in the Dungeon.
If that happened, I would lose.
I had absolutely no desire for such an experience.
If a day truly, truly came when such words escaped my lips,
my dignity, the masculinity I had lived with as a man until now, would be shattered.
-Jjilggeok..., peok! Jjilggeok?! Peok!
"...H-heuk, h-heung?! Geut, haaang?!"
He was utterly malicious.
In the past, it wasn't like he was forcibly making me hold back my climax near the classroom, nor was he arbitrarily ordering me not to cum.
But Jerad himself was enjoying the act of sex, thrusting his cock into my pussy, to his heart's content.
However, Jerad hadn't demanded anything from me.
It wasn't that I couldn't cum because he told me not to, nor was he stopping right before my climax like last time.
But, but.
-Jureuk....
"H-hwaang❤️ Heup...!!"
At Jerad's agonizingly slow pace, I couldn't climax, and my body was simply going into heat.
And for some reason, the biggest contributor to my body going into heat wasn't Jerad's slow fucking, but the situation itself.
Thanks to this, my own appearance came to mind once again.
My two arms were strenuously propped against the wall to keep my upper body from collapsing,
my two legs barely held onto my trembling thighs, strenuously supporting my body to keep the position from collapsing.
And in humiliation, shame, and embarrassment, my face was already bowed, as if averting the truth,
I tried to hold back my moans somehow, but I couldn't stop them from escaping involuntarily.
No, perhaps I didn't even want to hold them back.
Finally, the much-anticipated butt.
Was it because my upper body was strenuously leaning against the wall?
Unlike my precarious upper body, my lower body, from my waist to my pelvis and butt, was stretched straight back like a Cat Pose.
As if to make it easy for someone to thrust their cock in from behind.
Of course, the idea that I was adopting such a position myself, that must be a delusion.
No, it was a delusion. It had to be a delusion.
Anyway, I was being fucked by Jerad against my will.
Struggling was useless.
Resistance was meaningless, and refusal was impossible.
Just like—
when Mark forcibly took my virginity.
Even if I wanted to escape this situation, I couldn't.
No matter how much I resisted, it would only please Jerad.
A sense of powerlessness washed over my entire body.
Ultimately, this third experience, too, was forced, against my will.
It was happening without me being able to resist, without me being able to struggle.
However, for some reason, the very facts of being forcibly taken and unable to resist—
were making my body incredibly aroused.